by troye » Sat Apr 16, 2016 1:56 am
o lord
Name: His full first name is Harlow Alexander, to his dismay. He goes by Harlow.
Gender: Male
Personality: Harlow is an extremely imaginative and fun character. He has the heart and mind of a small child, but his body has outgrown him. He spends loads of his time piecing together little costumes and creating a little world within his mind where he can be anything; a prince and a pirate, those are his favorites. He is usually quiet, but when you get to know him, won't stop talking aimlessly. He always has something to say, some new story to tell. Harlow yearns for independence and leadership, which sets him apart from the majority of his species.
A land within his mind: (in his POV)
It's been a long day. Shifting eyes, staring around the room, not sure where to look. The chaos that was my family, all sat around. Their chattering becoming louder as it drowned out every other tiny noise, the noises I preferred to listen to. Amongst it, my heartbeat, which I could hear faintly in my ears. Waiting so, so impatiently for them to leave. It wasn't that I had anything against them, but I prefer quiet to loud, and too much loud results in this; the faint feeling as I stand there, swaying, knowing I would probably lose my balance at any moment. I needed quiet again.
And then it was dark outside, and finally, I watched as the last of my family members shuffled out the door, one by one. The door pulled closer and closer to the wall, and clicked. Darkness as I subconsciously flicked off the light, and now I was left with the quiet I so desperately wished for. I was in another world in an instant. This world within my mind came back into my vision. There was a little village, first. A beautiful green field, lined with little houses, houses I knew so well. The Hindoges in this village were well-known to me, as well. All friendly, a caring community altogether. The sky was always bright blue, never a cloud in sight. I preferred it that way - the reality was dark, but this land I had created, was so bright. Hills could be seen behind these houses, covered in beautiful wildflowers and hardly any trees to block the view. The few trees that were there, however, provided a quiet and relaxing shade. Here, it was never cold, just warm. The children loved playing on the hills, flying colorful kites or pulling little wagons full of stuffed animals behind them. It brought a nice, homey feeling to the village somehow. And then there was the lake, on the right side of this little village. It was enormous, a lovely place to visit. Plenty of Hindoges would go there just to feel the fresh breeze gliding through their fur. I was amongst them.
And who was I to them? I was simply one of them. I lived in this village, I farmed, and I all-around helped maintain the village. In various other worlds I had created in my mind, I'd accomplished many things. I'd been a leader. This particular universe was simply my break from that. All these universes were simply breaks from reality. Truth is, reality sucks. Feeling trapped, longing to do something worth speaking about. Instead, I speak about what happens in these other universes, and yes, everybody looks at me like I'm crazy. So, in the middle of all the chaos that seems to constantly sneak into my everyday life, I always feel out of place. It isn't the lovely, green fields. It isn't the feeling of confidence in knowing I'm a hero. It's waiting, waiting, waiting, for something to happen. Something actually worth talking about, instead of the things they say that I hardly listen to. It all clumps into one big mess. To them, I'm the quiet, weird one. I'm always in another universe, they say. They have no clue. Then there was the question, why? I never preferred following instead of leading, unlike the rest of them. The fake reality I had created allowed me to be a leader, a hero, anything I wanted to be.
Spending too much time thinking about that harsh reality pulls me back to it again. So I go back to darkness instead of listening to birds chirping and staring at the sky, or the flowers scattered around me. Oh well. Maybe another time. I shrugged.
(Re-did my form after lots of re-reading )
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