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STATUS |
Physical
75% Slightly bruised and scraped |
Mental
50% Nearing omega cycle Wondering why |
Emotional
50% Crushed over betrayal |
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│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ | His is the story of lambs and lions, unattainability of greatness in a world built to accomodate it, hierarchal tyranny and a mirror. The mirror comes last, reader, be patient. There is a road to it and it might as well be Yellow Brick Road with a twist because our story starts with a cowardly lion. Julian Kershaw, the runt of a werepride. The shameful result of infidelity, forced into a family he was thought to be tailored for. The true beginning of his story lies with his father, the head of the pride and a very unsettled man. Leaders have this nasty proclivity for unsatisfation, don't they; a desire for more than what they have; and a lion is a king with many queens, but that isn't always guaranteed satisfaction. So our lion's father goes for a human woman and the lion in question turns out to be no lion at all. The child shows no signs of supernatural genetics, not for lack of waiting and trying and that misfortune sends him straight to the bottom of the foodchain. A disappointment to his pride, an omega, he is treated accordingly. Uncared for by his father's wives and ridiculed by their pureblooded children, Julian spends his life in the shadows, gladly at that. It's harder for fists and fangs to find him in the dark. Cowards don't get hurt. |
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Likes ➟ Big personalities behind small smiles ➟ Gentle touches, patience, tentative affections ➟ Tiny enclosed spaces, 'secret gardens', the dark ➟ Things bigger than him, worship-worthy grandeur ➟ Small creatures, books, languages, mundane things ➟ Overpowering scents, cigarette smoke, fog ➟/Being/alone,/hidden/indulgences,/sharing/intimacies |
Dislikes ➟ Believably feigned niceties, 'too good to be true's ➟ Limelights, arrogance, pedestals (except those he builds) ➟ Crowds, loud clusters, forced interactions, ignorance ➟ Vulnerability, fear, uncertainty (his own or others'), betrayal ➟ Much too refined, unreachable things, fineries, malt whiskey ➟ Being taken advantage of, his frailness showing, violence ➟/The/word/'inferior',/shallow/'i/love/you's,/heaviness,/tightness |
Personality He's a soft soul, mellowed out and humbled by shame, though hardly defined by it. He is as kind and sympathetic to others as he wishes they were to him, reciprocating positives only. Shyness is an attitude, not a state of mind. Though he is socially invisible by his own design, the timidness falls away behind closed doors and his passions shine through -- they are many and much varied, only trumped by even more plentiful insecurities. The backbone of him is this: more than meets the eye, always. |
PRIZED POSSESSIONS ➟ Journal: Keeps it hidden and guarded. Contains all his thoughts. It's a sad alternative to talking to people. ➟ Childhood picture of him and Tereza: Treasured memory from admittedly happier times. ➟ |
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Quirks Restless fingers Insomniac Incorrigible sweet tooth Nervous 'umm's and 'ahh's |
Habits Bites fingernails/pens Cracks knuckles Talks or hums to himself Rambles at times |
Hobbies Listening to music Composing Whittling Origami |
Talents Playing piano Singing Ice Skating Knack for languages |