first the...
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name;; Fraisier
gender;; male ___________________________________❁___________________________________
why do you want them;; Several reasons...
- strawberries are my my favorite fruit/flavor of anything ever. he looks delectable.
- I adore punk pastel and he fits that vibe so well, I was instantly in love with him.
- his eyes have a sort of wisdom drawn into them that I can fit very well into numerous ideas.
- I enjoy femme masculine types of both characters and designs.
- he immediately made me think of Strawberry Fields Forever, a favorite song of mine.
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...for the sweetest sorcerer around.
Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
xxx
Fraisier was born and raised in the circus. He swung through the air with the acrobats, cuddled up to the wild beasts with the lion tamer, and trotted through the ring with the show horses. He's been every costume, corner, and room of every tent that the circus ever owned, and knew every secret, too, because circus people look out for themselves and he had a very lovely eavesdropping talent.
His talent lied within the acrobatics and costuming area; he could sew the best dresses and feathered masks and perform the most awe-inspiring tricks with the flexible, agile body that he had. The circus had taught him many a thing, but these most importantly: there are always secrets, and there is never a dull day within life. Despite that, he found one thing out: things did get dull in the circus. When you lived, breathed, and ate the circus, you knew everything, and everything became so tiresome after years within it. And where would a circus-dweller go? To another circus, where one would have to start all over again and fight to display that they were trustworthy and not, in fact, spying for another big top.
Fraisier, however, didn't want that in the first place. He was bold, flirty, adventurous, and willing to try anything to dazzle and amaze. That was exactly the personality that one would need for that sort of work, but it didn't suit him. At least, the same tricks, different city act didn't. He wanted something fresh, something new, and something where he could see other places while having a home.
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Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me...
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Fraisier's solution? To open Strawberry Fields.
Strawberry Fields is a quaint little paradise, with fields of strawberries and orchards of fruit trees clustered on the perimeters, and flowery meadows all along the inside. It's a refuge for travelers, performers, and artisans, a place where people buy fresh produce and a ticket to see the most wayward and the most talented strut their stuff within the massive barn that Frasier has converted into a showtime arena. There's dressage, fashion shows, acrobatics, circus performances, musician gigs, and everything one could imagine within this surreal little place.
Not everything is sweet, sweet, sweet, however. Frasier has a secret crop of strawberries, potent with hallucinogenics and abstract flavors to tantalize anyone willing to pay the price he offers. He's very protective of them, as they offer a window of ideas and dream states for him, where nothing seems to be real. Don't misunderstand me, these are not narcotics, but merely a fireworks display of delicious flavors that a normal strawberry does not possess. They allow the artists to find their muse, the musicians to find their key, and himself to find whatever endeavor he will next pursue.
Why are the fruity tastes in these engineered strawberries so helpful? Scientists over the years have proven time after time that the brain is excited by the most basic of things, including taste and smell. Certain types of the latter, for example, may correspond with certain memories long forgotten, and just a taste can invoke them. These strawberries have perfected such properties, and are even rumored to taste however the devourer likes best. One may taste gingerbread from their grandmother's house, another apple cider from their hometown. None of such rumors have been proven, but the strawberries seem to carry magic in themselves.
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No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't you know
tune in but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Fraisier travels across countries to find his talents, those who grow weary of whatever repetitive work they do and wish to retire to something that frees their artistic soul instead of their duty to earning a living. He collects a motley of colorful characters, no two the same, and he enjoys his work very much. He is a man of many talents, working his acrobatics and costume selling while exploring painting, baking, and a variety of other work that the consumers adore and his own kind appreciate just as much. Anyone of good heart is welcome to stay upon his grounds, as long as they do not pry as many envying his paradise have. The latter are promptly thrown outside his gates, and security handles the rest.
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Always, no sometimes, think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "Yes" but it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
But what about the man himself? Fraisier loves maintaining a mysterious and enigmatic aura, as nothing excites the masses more than a good mystery, especially wrapped up inside another person, but he's really nothing too worrisome. Jovial, mischievous, and very passionate, Frasi holds a talent for drama and a self-proclaimed marriage to the arts, though in reality he's a very flirty bachelor. He enjoys playing coy and teasing people, though in most cases he doesn't mean any harm. He's a very rebellious and adventurous person, though with the maturity of his young adulthood he still loves to curl up in a corner to read or bask in the sun, hence his attachment to Strawberry Fields, where he can relax and rejuvenate himself while still entertaining people as he so loves to do. He's quite the good host, and a complete mother hen.
hopefully this will be finished in time, since we only get a week. I'll be traveling with shabby internet.
