Name:
Zane
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Zane is more of a silent soul, then a boisterous butterfly. He uses his mind more then his mouth, for he likes to think and make puzzles. Strangely enough, he speaks in riddles, and cropped, short phrases. He liked to occupie his time laying under a shaded tree, and thinking. If he does actually hold a conversation, it is in depth and knowledgable. He doesn't tend to get excited about little things, but when he does, it is obvious. He's also not very good at hiding his facial expressions, and his voice usually mimics how he's feeling on the inside. He has never been very good at lying or hiding what he knows is true, but if someone tells her a lie, then that's what he knows as true, so to him, it is not a lie.
Art/Story:
My feet set soundlessly on the uneven forest floor. My breath shuddered with anticipation, and my backpack seemed to cling to my back, forming a large weight I had to struggle with. My optics crept around the breathtaking view around me in soundless amazement.
Around my head stood thousands of sleeping giants, all crowned in browning oranges, vivid reds, and rusty yellows. Fall was here, and the air was brisk, but nothing could take away from the inspiring view that had overtaken me. Even the still bright green of the grass was beautiful in this landscape. I couldn't help myself as I charged further into the sea of warm swirls. I used a sleeved arm to thrust back branches and twigs threatening my passage, and stopped only when I could go no further.
Before me lay a cliff drop, and under me, an endless abyss of trees. As if they were my own personal army. A smile appeared
Wip- I just lost muse x.x