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About Him!
Shiloh is a quiet plumie that enjoys the simple things in life, and thrives off of anything musical. He's quite a worrisome fello that stresses over the little things, however, he does keep track of his little quirk by writing songs. This plumerian is very musically talented, that is, when it comes to his voice. (He couldn't play an instrument to save his life!) Along with music, Shiloh enjoys snacking on all sorts of fruits. He calls them his brain food and eats them to gain inspiration, which is probably why a few of his songs have to do with fruits and foods.
If he's being honest, Shiloh doesn't have many other hobbies other than singing. He has tried to paint, play an instrument, cook and even go surfing; all of those didn't end well. Shiloh doesn't mind not being a jack of all trades, he prefers mastering one skill to impress. He doesn't sing publicly since he has stage fright, but loves to put on private concerts just by himself or with a small group of friends. Either way, he puts on a very dramatic show to blow everyone away.
Relationship wise, Shiloh doesn't put much effort into making tons of friends. He simply doesn't have time for it between his singing and songwriting. If you asked him if he has any friends, he'd probably say Ness is his only friend. The two plumies get along great since they're both shy and both like fruit! Shiloh usually goes to Ness when he needs help with songs or just wants someone to bounce ideas off of, he really relies on Ness emotionally and spends a lot of time just hanging out with him. Shiloh always sings quieter music for Ness since his friend doesn't like louder music.
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The Terribly Awful Inspiration Crisis : An Excerpt From Shiloh's Musical Notes
As I am writing this, it is 9:37 a.m. on June 30th of 2016. I'm writing in my inspiration notebook in order to highlight a horrible tragedy that struck me earlier at 6:58 a.m. while I was just getting up. In order to keep myself calm to relieve this awful moment, I've gathered some blueberries and am now ready to explain my dilemma to anyone who comes across these writings.
I have writer's block.
After you've recovered from this news, I am here to try and lift your spirits by saying my musical ability has not left me. The only issue now is the fact that my creative songwriting skills has seemed to evaporate. I've contacted by dear friend Ness, who is a painter I may add, and he informed me that artist's block and writer's block could last anywhere from a few hours to years. It's tragic that I may never get to write songs again, but even though most people would be on the verge of tears (I can assure you I am not at all, in any way, on the verge of tears): I have chosen to rise above this and embark on a journey to reclaim my creativity.
Now, I'm sure everyone by now knows I'm a pretty hardcore pulmerian. I take /soooo/ many risks, well, not really. This journey will be intense, I'll start tomorrow and hopefully enjoy my whole day with many fruits. I plan to go through my old sheet music to spark memories and maybe go on some nature walks to observe other things to base my songs off. This adventure will be risky, and I may not return, however, it's nesscessary to provide entertainment for my wonderful fans.
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all art used in the form was done by Schnuffel Bunny + Ness belongs to Schnuffel Bunny
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