by Macyduke » Thu Oct 25, 2018 11:26 am
Flit name: Weasel
Personality:
In life, Weasel was a pretty relaxed guy who enjoyed meditating, alone time, and enjoying nature- especially being near lakes or rivers from a safe distance. He never really put himself out there much, as he was terrified of being rejected like he'd been so many times in the past. Hence the reason he could most often be found on the outer rims of society rather than out and about in the middle of all the hustle and bustle; cutting himself off and rejecting others before they can do the same to him. In spite of all this he could never really seem to stop himself from chiming in-or at the very least keep himself from ease dropping whenever he hears someone talk about poetry or anything related to art as he loves the topic of self expression through means other than spoken words. He found it easier to show the world who he was and what he was passionate about through his actions-even if he never shared his works with it. After he died he regretted not putting himself out there more and trying to find a group he could belong to. As much as he wishes he could have changed his life or chosen not to go down to the river that fateful night, he's not sure he'd be able to even if he was given that chance now as approaching others is still difficult for him to do even in death. As his presence terrifies other, and he himself is terrified of being rejected by those he so desperately wants to talk to. Especially since he now knows that what's worse than rejection can only be eternal loneliness, even if it hurts super bad to be rejected in his already incredibly lonesome state.
How do they feel about water?
His feelings are somewhat mixed as he is nothing more than a ghost of a young flit who can't help but find himself drawn to the river, deep within the currents of the swiftly moving body of water which took his life and left him at the bottom of the lake that marked the end of the racing water. In essence, he absolutely despises any and all kinds of bodies of water, puddles, ponds, rivers, rain specks- all the water- but is only ever seems to be visible when he's either in the water or shivering cold in the falling rain. Since it's the only time he can be seen he can't help but also feel somewhat grateful for it and look forward to rain clouds in the sky, despite it feeling like he's wearing wet socks on where ever he's wet. Overall it's a tad confusing to describe his feelings about it, being that in life he was terrified of lakes and rivers, and now feels his fears of water are justified as it was the cause of his demise, but can only ever interact with other when he's saturated with water.
What is their favorite flower?
Weasel's favorite flower has always been Dahlias. He's not sure why, but finds himself incredibly drawn to their dragon scale petals as well as their bright colors. He just overall thinks they're a pretty great flower, especially since their so easy to grow.
Art: (optional - this is just a reminder!)
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Macyduke on Sun Oct 28, 2018 6:03 pm, edited 3 times in total.
"There are two stars in the sky, and they're both planes."
Really though, just *Incoherent screaming*