there sits the tarnished painter in front of a blank, untouched canvas.
with your bloodied hands, won't you pick up the brush?
a dilapidated facility.
old shoes.
blooming geraniums.
i'd best clean my brush, first.
the boundless blue sky.
unidentified skull.
old shoes.
your feet remember every place you've been.
hair walnut
eyes orpiment
build statuesque
stature postured
gait willowy
likes solitude, archery, colors, art, birds
dislikes loudness, questions, unfinished work, cold mornings
name summer (lana)
pronouns he/him
race rava viera
orientation demisexual
hometown 63km from border of Nagxia
residence the nest
occupation archer, painter (freelance)
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blue sky.
my moonlight stretched leagues into the great beyond. i could not fathom what it would touch, if it would anything at all. it has no voice to speak, no ideas grand or small to convey, just a dull light in which i nor the thing touched could certifiably promise that it is, in fact, warm. but she bathes in it so beautifully, with a happiness so large and sincere that i felt the eternal and omnipotent gravity of doubt upon my conscience become as thin as air on my skin.
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take me to the nest.
brush.
hello and thank you for checking out the awesome carrd my husband made for me. :)my name is jill! i only log in to make dolls and to violently smash them together with other people. i am in EST timezone but work during second shift hours, so you'll see me on past midnight/early morning.this character contains mature themes. participation with this content is not necessary to roleplay with the character, however it is expected the warnings are read regardless and that those who do participate do so maturely and with respect.18+ required, but 21+ is preferred.please do not hound me for rp as that is the quickest way to get me to never do it with you. if i miss any /tells, it is not a personal slight. assume i am always distracted, i will try to reply as soon as i see it!i am in a relationship!!! don't try to wife me up or be para-social towards my characters. loving them is perfectly acceptable, being a weird person OOC is not. i only give out discord after we get to know each other.
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carrd cr. cecil
| yes! | no! |
|---|---|
| yes walk-ups | no godmodding |
| yes /tells | no erp |
| yes mature themes | no perma-injury |
CONTENT WARNINGS
• unethical human experimentation
• mentions or scenes of cannibalism
• self-harm
• mature psychological themes
• gender dysphoria
• bodily dysmorphia
• dissociation
• bipolarity
• sociopathy
geran
null moon. perhaps you've seen some of these strange art pieces being moved through the market. elaborate projects of strange, black-red matte-painted landscapes that look as if they come from a dream... maybe you are seeing him make an early draft of another right before you... or perhaps he's just a simple, yet inspired artist too? did you see him, or did he see you?
dance with night wind. hushed rumors pass between guards lately pertaining to an ongoing investigation: according to local levemetes, there's been identical reports from adventurers of bounty targets being discovered already dead but not turned in. these characteristics all matched between the reports:
• the bodies have been 'neatly drained of blood,' while a single other case was described as 'gored like a pig.'
• victims were of criminal bounty, and wanted alive by their local jurisdictions.
• matching trauma against the forehead.
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iums.
wishful thinking. deals are often short and transactions are quiet; but money talks. caravan guarding, archery training, even mundane, unorthodox, and miscellaneous tasks may be considered at the right price, regardless if it requires a bow or not. the only way to find out is to know, and the only way to know is to see how much gil you'll have to slide into that upturned hand.
promise reprise. something a little deeper. a substance that goes beyond the canvas and to the heart of him like an arrow. what manner of bowstring flung him in this direction, so far beyond home and so close to here? maybe it's struck you as odd that he does not like showing his face, or that he keeps his identity for art and archery separate... or perhaps even stranger why he chooses silence when interrogated with questions, even when innocence is a simple answer away. He might not answer, but it never hurts to try asking. There's always the chance he might ask you a few questions too...
