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Name
(Lux Rubrum)
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Gender
(Cherub)
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Age
(Primordial)
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Orientation
(Mallsoft)
Height
(6'0)
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Complexion
(Olive)
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Hair
(Black)
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Eyes
(Orange,
pupil-less)
An ancient avian foreboded by the smell of roses and burnt plastic; their signature the spectre of a kiss, a recollection of searing light, hair tied with a red silk ribbon. The angel likes tea and quiet places, subliminal places, minds that are safe and mind themselves and to curl up under fingers that only drip comfort. Like candle wax. Just like that, Lux is arbitrary, they are soft and sweet as a petal but pointed as a sword. The cherub's sensitivity is often melted away by the flame of their fierocity, a blazing desire to protect those who fall under their wing that wars with their sleepful soul. What keeps them from giving out under their pain is the belief that love outlasts all storms, even though their halo is in pieces and the smouldering cavity in their chest keeps a corroded heart...
It was gold once.
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