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_______________❁___ Hey there! Call me Zein.
_______________❁___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a Male... Been that way since day one.
_______________❁___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be Straight. I'm not all that good at the whole relationship thing.
_______________❁___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the Flower Shop Owner.
_______________❁___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm Twenty Three.
_______________❁___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Spring, 7th. I'm not much of a party guy, so don't expect any extra enthusiasm.
_______________❁___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Raynebow Valley.
_______________❁___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in House 3.
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_______________❁___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!
You want to know... my life story...? No no, it's fine. I just... wasn't expecting someone to want to delve that deep into me. I suppose if you really are wanting to know it wouldn't harm me to tell you. Just keep it to yourself, please? I'm not ashamed of anything, I just don't need half the world on my shoulder asking me questions about my life.
I wasn't born and raised in the village I live in now. No, my story begins in a place somewhere far off from Raynebow Valley and Monotone Springs. Over the mountains and across the vast familiar waters of blue is an island town named Destati Shore. I will always remember it being a lively and colorful place to be despite there not being many of us that lived there. The waters were perfectly transparent, it was like one large liquid mirror. Even the plants and wildlife flourished with energy from day to night. Growing up I explored that island from end to end and every nook and cranny in between with my little sister, Lila. The two of us were raised by our gentle-hearted mother, Winona. As for our father... well... my mother and I keep things to ourselves about him. My sister doesn't know who he is, but maybe that is for the best.
When I was young, I shared my adventures with the other children of our village. Lila and I would start up an exploration plan and from there it would turn out to be more than exciting. Every day was a new experience and there was always such a great thrill, a rush that I'd get, from being outdoors. Through the worst of downpours to the driest heats, our team was unstoppable. As we grew older we were able to travel out farther. But aging seemed to hold a hefty price. One by one, the faces we knew so well had begun to vanish from our world. Our group had become old enough to leave the nest their parents had sheltered them in for so long... and that is exactly what they did. It was inevitable that my sister and I would soon follow that fate, though we didn't know it at the time. With all of our friends fading from our lives, tension had begun to grow within our own family. It wasn't the easiest thing for me to deal with.
Lila had begun to bring up things that shouldn't have been revived. She wanted to know about dad and that set mom into a serious depression. My sister didn't understand and over time the constant approaches had gotten worse. It reached a point where my sister had not only raised her tone to a yell but she demanded that our mother tell her why she was avoiding the subject so persistently. Unable to bottle her emotions any further, mom broke down into tears and made sure Lila got just about every last detail. It left my sister in utter disbelief. For our father to be the cold-hearted wolf mom had made him out to be, she figured that somewhere behind her words she was lying. Unfortunately to say, for both my inner peace and my mother's, it was true and I had the scar on my face to prove it.
It was at that point that everything had truly taken a new turn. Lila had packed her things and said she was out to travel the world. There was no rhyme or reason as to why, she just claimed that there was something out there that was calling her name and she wanted to answer it. She was 18 then, I was 20. It disheartened mom, but she knew that her daughter was a tough one and she'd be all right to handle herself. After Lila's departure, that left just me and my mother on our now seemingly lonely island with the rest of the parents all the children seemed to leave behind. At the time, I was a bit of a delinquent when it came to knowing what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go. I had no one to really be with and a lot of my time was now spent in the house with nothing but my writing to keep my brain active. As much as she wouldn't say it out loud, mother hated the fact I was wasting my life away. It brought on a new courage within her to get me on my feet and into the world to make something of myself.
My 22nd birthday had rolled around that Spring. I remember just about everything about that day from the weather to the breakfast I had. Mom had put her foot down when the afternoon had hit. She gave me a small envelope with a bright smile on her face. There was no feeling of sadness in her being and, to be honest, that lightened my heart to see her that happy again. As to why, I wasn't sure. I thought she had just given me a simple birthday card, but it was so much more than that. Shredding away at the paper, I had realized that she had given me a boat ticket to someplace far away. A distant realm that went by the name "Raynebow Valley". At first I felt like I was taken off guard. It seemed that she wanted me to leave because my sister had already taken it upon herself to go. But I understand now that it was for something much more important than that.
The day had arrived that it was time for me to go whether I wanted to or not. My belongings were packed away in suitcases and my mom had followed me to the docks that rested along the shoreline. The boat was there, ready to whisk me away on a new life adventure outside the comfort of my home. My uncertainty had grown since then and I had become a bit nervous. Mom knew this all too well and, to no surprise, had expected that such a reaction would show itself at some point. In order to quell my worries she had given me a departing gift that, for the life of me, I'll never forget. It was one of Destati Shore's rarer flowers, a flower that if tended to properly would live a life beyond its years. Its colors were vibrant and full of spirit. But, surprising to say, it wasn't the flower that made it easier to go. It was what she said when she gave me such a wonderful gift.
Mom told me that she wanted me to carry on her legacy, to live my life in the way she knew I'd be happy doing so. All my life, whenever I wasn't out and about exploring, I was helping her tend to her flower gardens. The wonders that grew from the earth in our yard were just that, wonders. Mom loved being a florist and she expected nothing less of me when I decided to follow a similar path. When she handed me that beautiful creation, she had told me with the utmost sincerity that the duties of spreading happiness in the way she did had been passed on to me. That was the first time I had cried since dad had left, but they weren't tears of anguish. No, they were of overwhelming joy. I never hugged my mother so tightly in my life, I think I might have caused her to stop breathing for a moment. With final words out of the way, I had watched from the edge of the boat as the woman that had raised me from day one was waving her arm in the air to see me off.
Since then, I've lived here in Raynebow Valley. It's been about a full year and I still sort of feel new to everything on this side of the world. But, for me, that just adds to the fun of the adventure. There's a whole new realm for me to explore and new people to see. I've managed to get myself going with the encouragement of mom's words and I've started my own business as a florist. I grow my own flowers right in my yard and use their colorful expressions to add meaning and warm feelings to the lives of the residence here. It's satisfying to say the least and it gives me reason to keep going despite not being around my family. Another positive? I get letters from my sister as she travels. It seems she has found out where I have moved to through mom. It's nice knowing she's all right out there and it adds an extra portion of motivation. Even though there's still much to do in order to get my name out there, I'm quite happy with where I am now. The real test of adventure has long since begun and I plan to face it head on.
_______________❁___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would descirbe my personality. I'll do my best though!
Personality traits..? I'm not all that good at looking at myself in that way. Perhaps I'll just go based off of how others tend to view me. Let's see... I've been told that I'm too modest for my own good. I'm usually one to turn down kind gestures out of habit. I guess I just don't see it fit that I take things from others even if they're completely willing to give me something out of generosity. In opposite terms, I like to give things to others and see the people around me happy. Um... what else..? I remember my sister telling me how I'm more of a dreamer than a realist. I'm by no means air-headed, I just prefer living in my own inner realm rather than face the occasional tidbits of life. I do have a creative side to me. I like to write and I tend to think out loud sometimes.
I don't truly understand what angle my mother looked at me when she told me this, but she had said that I can be a romantic when I'm not isolated within myself. Apparently I'm one of those "nice guys". There's nothing wrong with that, I just don't appreciate the thought of being stepped on by others. Although I don't think that is quite what she meant... I'm naturally chivalrous. Maybe that was what she was getting at. I'm the kind of guy to go out of my way to do something for a woman. It's not because I feel obligated or required to, it's just something I feel is appropriate. With that said, I can be nasty to men that hold low standards for women. I won't throw first punches. In fact, I'm actually much more passive aggressive. It takes quite a bit of effort to push me over my limits, but when that line is crossed I've been told I can be rather intimidating. There have been times when I've been made clear that doing such things for certain girls isn't always so "nice" to them, but I guess it's a chance I'm willing to take. A shot to one's pride, maybe? If they don't want me doing a thing or two for them out of common courtesy, all they have to do is say so. I guess the few that would yell and try to hurt me physically didn't get the memo... but.. let's not pay any mind to that!
Anything else..? Oh..! There is one more thing. I'm a bit... socially awkward with girls. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what it is. It's not an infatuation feeling. I guess it's more of a... "what am I expected to say?" kind of thing. I'm not purposely trying to be rude. It's actually a bit of a new habit I've somehow developed. I can't pinpoint as to how this came to be. Maybe it was because I've lived with my mother and sister for so long..? I'll do things out of nervousness, but I hope you won't take it personally. Just... give me time to get to know you. I'm a guy who plays a poker face well. I'm not very outwardly expressive, but I'll be sure to let you know how I'm feeling if you're wondering. I'm sure there are other things I could say to detail myself further... Maybe you'll be stricken with a surprise or two as time goes by.
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_______________❁___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 144 lbs. Average for my slender figure, I suppose.
_______________❁___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5 feet 9 inches. I don't feel that tall, but people tell me otherwise.
_______________❁___ What else have I done to myself? There's no piercings on me, but I've been wanting to get a tattoo.
_______________❁___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! Cinnamon Bread, Any Kind of Flower, and White Chocolate. Aside from the material things, I also like Stargazing, Rainy and Snowy Weather, and Dogs.
_______________❁___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... Egg Dishes, Candy, and Alcoholic Drinks. Besides those... Cats, Pungent Fragrances, and Over-Exerting Myself.
_______________❁___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afriad of Fire... and Knives... *shutters*
_______________❁___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be medium purple.
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