Username ;; Trollish
Viscet Name ;; Nebula
Viscet Gender ;; Female
Gaining Trust ;; She was quiet at first. She snuck into his life like a phantom-- appearing to him one day when he least expected it.
Hyde was a reserved man, living in a large abandoned facility by himself in the forest. It was boarded up and dated, but it was his own private laboratory. She eyed it cautiously from the brush, amazed with it. She'd never really been much of one to socialize with others, not particularly-- she quietly observed most everything that happened around her. But this was one thing she wanted in her life. She saw him out on the roof-- a loner like herself with no true ties to anyone, no true bonds or allies. She marvelled at how he could be so brave in his loneliness, because she could only quietly observe and listen to others-- not truly gaining trust or comradery from anyone-- but here he was, bold and proclaiming himself to the world. He'd stand on the roof and look out at the other viscets-- as if daring them to come near him, to meet him, to know him. Nebula found this beautiful. One day she knocked upon the door-- and miraculously, Hyde answered it.
She entered his life without a word, but if she were to leave-- it'd be a bang. She talked with him in a hushed voice, softly and sweetly-- for her trust had been reserved, and by giving it to him-- she was able to coax his out of him as well. It was mutual, it was wonderful-- it was all she could've hoped for and more. She finally had a friend. How she made him into her friend was quite simple, because really-- she just found someone who was lonely just like she was. Her quiet nature prevented her from gaining much trust from others, and her intimidating appearance put them off even more-- but he didn't mind that. She found someone with eyes like she had-- to see beyond appearance. With ears to hear beyond timid silence. With a heart to empathize, to feel and care deeply. She found another person who she saw herself in-- and she entered his life with a whisper. With a simple request.
She asked if she could stay in the tower. He was hesitant, at first, but he let her into the building where he kept himself away from all else. She seemed right at home, despite the aged silence and the looming walls. She found the order comforting, and he found her equally so. To have someone else set her at ease-- and it did the same for him. No longer did she have to simply stand by and watch what others did, she could pursue her own friendships-- by gaining the trust of this man who she so admired. This lonely man who seemed noble and proud all the same.
Put simply, she doesn't gain trust very often. She tends to be a lurker, quietly surveying other viscets and existing around them-- but not truly confiding one way or another, and not truly making friends with any of them. She scares them with her appearance without meaning to, and she lacks the courage to talk to them and find ways to express herself anyway. So, she tends to make friends with viscets who are like herself. Who are lonely, and often misunderstood. She finds them to be the best company, as she believes that they can truly understand her for who she is, and appreciate her despite her shy nature and offputting skull marking.
Favorite Color ;; White, the absence of color. White is quite pure and simple in that it is the absence of all color-- where black is the dark pole, white is the grand light of the color spectrum. Nebula loves the color white beacuse there is not a color it doesn't go with. Often white will flow with most any other color. It's not selective, or particularly fickle with where it belongs-- because it belongs everywhere. It's pure and peaceful, tranquil, even. She sees it as a color of hope, as a symbol of peace-- a white dove's feather, and therefor love. She sees in a color that is nothing, everything. Nebula finds the absence of color more powerful than when she can see any given color-- and she finds the truest white to the the brightest, most illuminating color in the world.