Username: Byteme
Name: Marui [Ma-rui] Motmot
Usually called Rui
Gender: Male
Short Personality:
Rui is one with a deplorable personality, he can be hasty to think and able to judge souly on his first glance. Of course, not everything about him is unappealing, just a good dose. And that dose is a rather disgsuting pill to try and swollw everyday. He has his habits, an attitude, that keep others away, and for good reason.
This beautiful, indivual bean will question every word you say, he will take whatever you're fighting for to be arbitrary, a jingoistic view of the world at his chest. Rui has a way of making others unhappy, and getting overly defensive about himself, to the point that you consider it better off avoiding him rather than doing anything.
Having a reticent past he will never speak of, and an underlying tendency to judge himself just as badly as he does others, Rui can't see himself winning... wether the battle is with his own thoughts or with others, and that just makes him increasingly protective. There is a small streak of cowardice in everything he says.
That being noted, he has lovely attributes as well. Albeit introverted.
Rui has an exasperating love of art, one that forms his life, wether that is for better or for worse is yet to be solved. He's always in wonder of the vast variety art can provide, from different forms and styles to the use and misuse of colours. The indivual perspectives and experiences, filling each body movement, each stroke of the brush, each breath. Making unique creations that one can only dream up.
Fernando Llort is who he aspires to be like, his art is so bright, childlike in many aspects, yet hopeful. Rui has been known for visiting la Semilla de Dios and participating in the workshops, although he wryly slips away from being assisted. He was also in San Salvador in 2011, visiting, a year before Llorts mural had been chipped away from the Metropolitan Cathedral. He is, in soft terms, a big fan. Although, he hasn't visited the workshop since 2012.
Likes/Dislikes: As a finicky bean Rui's likes and dislikes come with a... Greatly developed taste. Usually, what he likes he has an indifferently antagonizing, high held view on, and what he doesn't like he would be prepared to alienate from his premise entirely.
Likes;;
Autumn and bed time stories: Just this combination. When autumn came around Rui's parents would take time telling him bed time stories, it wasn't as if they couldn't in the other seasons, but autumn was the commonly decided season by all three members of the family. The season his parents met. Usually his parents would be tired from work when he was young, and would go to sleep early, but they promised him come the new leaf months they'd tell him stories of their past. His mother would tell him of how when the civil war came she snuck away, a young woman, and how she met his father upon his disappearance from their country as well. His father would tell him of how the people fought, and why people cried, and why when he was a child they were still being recuperated for, past the aftermath. And those memories, those bedtime stories on autumn nights are still greatly in his mind.
Seeds/plants: Quite like a bird Rui will gnaw at seeds and plants, and unlike a bird he will grind them down to frail withers before spitting them out. This tendency comes from his ever growing need to be chewing on something, no matter what it is. His jaws feel agitated when not grinding against something for a while, and plant matter doesn't yell when gnawed on.
Dark skies: There is a calmness to see the same thing when you open your eyes and close them as well. There is a way of feeling like you've slipped into the astral realm, and gazing up at the sky, into darkness, and seeing small speckled firefly lights far up and light-years away, ease the air into a chill as you watch, is Rui's way. Having trouble seeing in bright situations, Rui can be found traveling the beaches [Swimming to the rocks at El Tunco particularly] when nightfall hits, instead of sleeping as he should.
Yarn: Just as any household feline Rui seems to have an obsession with yarn, red yarn in particular has him head over heels like a love-bug. It isn't easily explained at his age, as a toddler his parents would let him play with the left over yarn they had. His mother knit clothes and red-haired dolls with the softest fabrics, and let little Rui get tangled in the colourful, albeit still mainly red, soft mess, as he chewed and tugged away at the strength of the tangles.
Pupusas: Many Salvadorians know of pupusas, and Rui is no expecting to that. Although, he'll only have one if there is also curtido by its side, this combination is what he savors the most in food. If ever given the question "what food is your favorite?" Rui would give the name of both curtido and a pupusa, if not a few, there is no way around one or the other. This branches back to his childhood, just as the yarn did, mainly because his father liked the combination so much. And as minuscule as that may seem it stuck to little Rui, and it still does now.
Dislikes;;
Most people: Being watchful of others is what Rui is good at, wanting help isn't the easiest thing for him and avoiding it is something he could make a career of. The idea of being conspicuous enough to get too much attention petrifies Rui to a large extent. So much so that he has his own specific way of avoiding it as much as possible. Rui has the tendency to wag his tail, and rump, towards individuals he doesn't like. It his indication of "I see you", a warning that "the enemy" has been seen and should back away carefully.
Bright objects: As stated, Rui has very light sensetive eyes, he is seen with sunglasses half of the time, and found roaming through shady areas, or greatly pitched dark places. It isn't that he likes the glasses too much, per se, it's just that he can't handle very much without them. Too much time in the light hurts Rui, his gaze becomes blurry, headaches pulse in and out, eyes becoming flaming pin cushions. Its a disasterous thing, painful to the point that he'll have to close his eyes for a few long minutes, and hide in the shade, when out for too long.
Others playing with his ears/tail/eyebrows: It is not doubtful that when you're as sleek and fluffy as Rui is, [That's right babes of all genders take a look but don't touch] there is some uneccisairy touching in the mix of things. Rui, being who he is, most of the time doesn't really enjoy being around people, nevermind being felt up by them because of the unique way his fur seems to puff about. When his unhelpful demeanor, tail waggling, and attitude in general, don't get others skittering away Rui isn't sure of what to do. There is a strong discomfort, going in his stomach right up to his esophagus, making him nauseous, when others aren't warded away and instead pet at him.
Being judged: No one really likes being judged, and with Rui's tendency to bite at himself, as much as others mite, there is nothing amusing about it. Rui has a low protective shield, perpetually thin with an overly defensive and loud guard system. One that even hisses at the smallest pin drop of attack at his identity.