Name: Sirivus
A deformation of the word
Servus, an Italian ----
Gender: Male
Personality:
Vain- hopeless- high standing- dominant- innocent- chastite-
Sirivus likes beauty of all things. He is the type that falls in love at first sight, and the one that will take his chances and his risks to get the attention of something, or someone, beautiful. He is dominating beyond all beleif and is in no sence lower than anyone, people he admires he always stands at the same level as, and people he fallows he only fallows to see their beauty. He is overly obbesive about beauty to be blatant, everything he wants is beautiful, everything he breathes holds beauty, and all that he steps after leaves its trails and glimpses of beauty for him to adore.
For the reveling he takes he gives a critical sence of thought. He can over dramatize things at times, but that isn't what is ment when the word critical is used. It's this sort of dark thing of disgust----
I guess you could say he's pretty much a fangirl. Beautiful things have got him wavering and falling over his own feet at times, flopping around with dorky, loving admiration and words. Of course this is more to himself than out in the open, because, let's admit it, if he acted wierd or dorky near the sociable, outside world then beautifull people would not be at ease towards him.
Consists.
Art/Story:
The herd seek out the great,
not for their sake but for their influence;
and the great welcome them out of vanity or need.
The most precious item that Sirivus owns is a camera, with it and his journal he takes awe striking photos of, well, beautiful things. His pages are lined with gorgouse eye catching scenary and people, things that have him fallowing after them and snapping one beautiful shot after the other.
This camera had been found somewhere and never returned, he still has the old photos from the original owner, two to be exact. Two photos of a beautiful Makoatl that he will never admit he stole a camera from, unwitingly. He doesn't realise that he shouldn't be as attached to these two photos as he is. Of course, they are beautiful photos, though not taken by him, and beautiful does have a stance of huge grace to him. He about snaps shots of everyone, worthy, that he sees, weather he has permission or not.
Lining almost every page of his journal were photos, photos galour, it seamed to be a surprise that so many gorgouse things existed. But of course with them came the despiteful things, "ugly" things that he seamed to critisize so much. Of course he still had his perfect, perfect photos so they didn't make a dent in his armor of personality. What did though was his emotions, they wer prone to bump and bruise and scratch him up, just small inklings anyone would brush off. Though a little too much... because he's a little too much, too much to handle, a dependant, rowdy, loud and oppinionated male with a passion, an obsession with beauty.
He was prone to hopeless little crushes of brevity, every little beautiful person he met was casted as the role for his, soon to be, compannion in the drama that was his life. And the faces of those crushes each held a little place inside his journal, a keep sake given to him by his camera.
When you're overly romantic yet seam to know nothing of love then you have reached the mental stare of Sirivus.
It's all Greek to me.
Best thing given to me- a grape vine.
Camera. Capture the beauty.
If he were to go blind things would tun upside down... If what he bases everything off of is taken away then...
-Wip... vwv
I'm not a rule breaker...I have permission. >:D
