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Reg is 5โ10, with a lean, athletic build. He has dark
brown hair, which he often wears with a middle
-part. His eyes are dull green, and both of his ears
are pierced. Jewellery is not a rare sight on him;
normally adorning black rings, simplistic woven
bracelets, and at-least one necklace. Clothing
wise, his style is more practical; Black utility
trousers or joggers, often styled with a plain
t-shirt and either a bomber jacket or simple
hoodie, paired with his favourite black beanie.
Heโs not one for much colour outside blacks or
greens.
He has multiple tattoos; a lot of abstract black
work tattoos across his back and down his arms.
His hands are often bruised and knuckles cracked
and crusted with scabs from his habits of boxing
to try and break up some of his energy. He looks
pretty rough nowadays, darker under eyes from
lack of sleep, nose tinged red and sceleraโs
bloodshot from the times he just crumples to the
floor surrounded by his plants, alone and ever so
lost.
He does atleast care enough to try and keep himself
in shape, he can often be seen going for runs. Heโs
an avid โfree-runnerโ choosing to scale rooves, or
leap across railings. In a spiteful way itโs just because
he knows how upset the gods would be at how utterly
inappropriate it is for delicate little pers to be scraping
knees and going to bed with bruises from
misjudging a gap.
He also enjoys the company of animals, so his clothes
are often covered in pet hair; usually canid. When you
struggle with getting attached to people - you look for
ways to fill the void.
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โI say we fight, We crawl, we standโ
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xxxx peregrine โregโ woods โ he/him โ bi โ โ27โ โ wrathful
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โWe make our own way homeโ
[ tenacious] [ hurt ] [ abrasive ] [ resourceful ] [ protective ] [ volatile ]
โWe are the only people who grow flowers out of bonesโ
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The goddess Persephone is known for serving as goddess of Spring, and
was often associated with fertility and love. Realistically, being born to
Zeus and Demeter is easily reason enough to turn scornful in itโs own r-
ight. But Reg tried to be a good, prosperous goddess, he really did. The
thing is, when you force someone into a mould that doesnโt exactly fit
them, again, and again, and again, they tend to get pretty resentful.
Since he could remember, Reg was babied by his mother in particular,
he wasnโt allowed to have his own opinions, have his own friends, do
what he wanted to do. Everything had to be โapprovedโ. Sit with a stra-
ight back, balance the books on your head. Donโt laugh too loudly; itโs
unbecoming. Be graceful. Be innocent. Be feminine. Yeah well that went
to hell. For all the effort Reg went through to appease the gods, to be
the โperfectโ little goddess, he didnโt get a single ounce of thanks for
it. Then he met Hades; someone who wasnโt shallow enough to care
for the specifics of Regโs situation. Reg even felt like he was beginning
to understand Hades, probably the most misunderstood god of them all.
Heโd escape from his overbearing mother and their perfect image of him,
and just be himself in the underworld. He wasnโt a complete savage, he
still held himself with dignity and poise - but he could breathe a little
easier. He figured they were friends, maybe even on their way to being
close friends. And then the rumours started. Reg didnโt give a single care
in all of the universe if the gods thought he had married Hades, but oh,
the absolute hell his mother had given them. Even starting to go
dormant for six months a year, starving the mortals she was supposed
to protect - though of course Hades took the brunt of the blame for that.
Hades also threw Reg out on his backside; and Reg was torn up - he came
to the conclusion that it was Hadesโ attempt to save face and remain in
the godโs good graces. Now incredibly resentful towards the godโs ( like
his motherโs) entitled attitudes, the pathetic blaming the mortals do. โOh,
Hades this, Persephone that,โ He just got sick of it. And now heโs here,
alone and damaged. Angry and hurt at Hadesโ perceived โbetrayalโ, heโs not
done well at making more friends. Heโs developed a very juvenile sense of
attachment and abandonment issues.
Now heโs just a shell of his former self; spending most of his time in England
or France as a model throughout the decades. Heโs finally made enough
money to be a struggling florist in Oracle. He owns his little plant shop,
tentatively taking care of the various houseplants with what pathetic power
he has left. He spends most days either repotting sad green plants,
getting โbittenโ by cacti or making floral arrangements for marriage or
whatever people are into nowadays. A bouquet here and there for some
unfaithful dirtbag to go begging to their partner that cheating was a mistake.
Yeah, mortals are not regโs favourite company. Some days, if heโs in a good mood
(or upset and in need of trying to lighten himself up), heโll weave intricate
and leafy flower crowns. Thereโs still some softness left in him, itโs a shame
itโs buried by resentment for most of the universe.
So much for showing everyone how strong and independent he can be. At least
he gets to be comfortable in his own skin now, considering his behaviour - his
identity is the least of Demeterโs worries.
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[ istp] [ model ] [ tatted ] [ smoke and wet pine ] [ insomniac ] [ florist ]