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i. 'Ari' ii. male iii. 18 years iv. bisexual
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✓ - summer, milkshakes,
gaming, flowers,
chess
✘ - winter, the dark,
arguments
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gaming, flowers,
chess
✘ - winter, the dark,
arguments
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♦ “Physically I am here. Mentally, I am far, far away...” ♦
I don’t think its fair to tell you his secrets before telling you a bit about this guy. Arlo has always been… considered different to the rest. Always shunned for not looking the ‘right’ way. For being different. They wouldn’t let their kids near him when they were younger, then when he moved on through stages of life, it got worse. No one would talk to him, but they would laugh at him. Arlo would take it all, and would try to ignore it. But everything they say still lingers in his mind, no matter how hard he tries to ignore them. He’s learnt to live being alone now, and has become used to being called, ‘demi’, meaning half. Half-human, they would say. Half human, they would taunt. Arlo blocked it out. Because he knew it was not true. So unused to company, I’m not sure he’ll ever open up his mind to anyone again; afraid they’ll hurt him if he tells them all he knows. Arlo is very sensitive, although he pretends he isn’t.
But he is like everyone else, in other regards. He has his own things he enjoys, and doesn’t enjoy. He loves flowers, and has had a weird obsession ever since he was little. It was always the little white flowers he would pick in the gardens. Now, he owns his own garden, and goes there every day to tend to them and talk to them. Another thing he enjoys is video games, and becomes quite engrossed in them when he starts playing. Not just video games, but mind games too. Especially chess. He won the chess championships a while back, and has the trophy to prove it.
The warmth is one of his good friends. Summer time, where he can enjoy being under the sun, running through the meadows, and laughing happily to himself. Summer time, when he lets go of his memories and cherishes the present time. He is very sensitive to the wintry weather, and when winter comes around, he will do nothing but wrap himself around in many blankets and curl up on his bed with his laptop and some hot chocolate. Arlo is one to love the weather if it is good, and resent it if it is bad. This brings him to his love of milkshakes, as he loves to drink them in the summer. He either makes his own, or covers his face and buys some from the nearest stores. Milkshakes are something he could have all day and never be tired of.
Okay, enough of the rambling. Now, onto his secret, that he has told no soul. No soul at all. It is that, he has a pet cat from the Underworld. The Underworld, the place in which he was born, then brought to Earth, the human realm. They called him ‘demi’ because they thought he was half human, but indeed, he is not a human at all. Very similar, rather. This leads me to tell you a bit of his story, if you wouldn’t mind. Arlo only found out a few years back, where his home is. In the Underworld, there was a portal. A portal that no one dared to near. He, as an innocent baby, went up to the portal when no one was looking, and was thrown in as soon as he entered its magnetic field. He cried as he felt he was falling, and this falling sensation was the only thing he knew before finding out his history. So, he fell, and landed in the human world, where he was put in an orphanage. He sneaked off and somehow gathered enough money to put him in one of the worst schools in the area. It was better than nothing. He learnt to live on his own for a long time. He found out where he was from his cat. His ‘cat’, was not a cat at all, actually. It was something unknown to Earth, with no gender, but a calling of It (a calling is a name in the Underworld). It had fallen through the portal too. It was pulled to Arlo instantly, as he was the only one of It's world. As it neared, It told Arlo of everything. Arlo was indeed shocked.
And lived in the human realm ever since. It lived with him, and the two formed a very close bond. Arlo never told anyone, because they would shun him more, if he showed them a ‘talking, horned, six-legged cat’. It hated being called a cat, because that was not what It was. They lived together, and It was the only source of company and comfort Arlo had. Perhaps I could tell you a little bit about It, and It’s story and personality, but I think that would be a story for another time. In short, I can say that It is very… unpredictable. In the least.
All in all, Arlo is a very unique being, one that will never belong in the human realm, even if that is where he lives.
(I'm so glad I found this guy! I absolutely love him, and you're such a talented designer! I hope I didn't bore you with my writing, and I'm so sorry about the quality of my art. I usually draw with photoshop, but the device I use to draw had a broken touchscreen, so I had to switch to my ipad. Its been ages since I've used my finger to draw than a stylus. Thank you so much for the chance though, this guy is beautiful!)
