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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:18 pm
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「PERSONALITY」
Seclusive and shy, Pollux would prefer a life of being in the shadows. He hates the spotlight and often stays in the background when he can. He is not one to voice his opinion, as he's pretty sure it's unwanted and ill-thought. Anything that puts him aside from others is frightening, and as such Pollux is not one to show his talents or hobbies. He doesn't want to be remembered, really, and the sooner you forget him the better.
Truthfully, Pollux lives in fear. Anxiety riddles through his veins like blood. He has hurt, and deeply, and that pain has lingered since. He is afraid of being forgotten by someone he desperately hopes will remember him, and he's afraid of being the absolute nothing his mother claimed him to be. He's so afraid of being not enough that he purposefully shatters connections and avoids attempts to be close to him.
Pollux wants love. He aches for others to accept him and yet battles with his desire to remain hidden. The connections he does have are often due to those relationships being forged with him forcibly, and Pollux cherishes those infrequent but true relationships. He doesn't want to be difficult or fought for, but those who have broken down his barriers will be loved for all eternity.
He is a timid sort and yet curious, which makes for an interesting bundle of nerves and interest. He often puts himself in situations that make him uncomfortable just because he was chasing after something that caught his eye. He's not the sort to run, unless you're trying to emotionally connect with him or bring him out for others to see.
Pollux paints. He finds berries and turns them into a thin paste he dabs onto canvases made of bark or leaves. It helps him relax, mostly, but it also gets out feelings he's too afraid to say.
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「FEARS」
█ || Not Being Enough ⋯ What can he offer that others can't?
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「LIKES」
█ || Painting ⋯ It helps him get his feelings out.
█ || Touch ⋯ It's comforting and warm. Too bad he doesn't ask for it.
█ || Learning ⋯ He wants to know more about what surrounds him!
█ || Stories ⋯ He loves to hear new stories and use his powers to "illustrate" them.
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「DISLIKES」
█ || Attention ⋯ He doesn't deserve it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:26 pm
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「BIOGRAPHY」
█ || Puppy ⋯
Pollux was an accident, a word spoken to him the moment he could comprehend. His mother had loved his father dearly, but he had left her for another. His mother sought help from his father when her stomach swelled, but he turned her aside. Pollux was unwanted that day on; a grim reminder of a love she no longer was given.
Yet, his mother tried at first. He was an accident, unplanned, unexpected, all sorts of words that meant the same thing and yet uttered from her lips without care. What was she to do, though? Abandon him? No, that wasn't the Ethereal way, so instead she tried. She played the part well, coming off as a loving and earnest mother for all to see. Pollux believed that love, and he loved her in return.
Evidently, that wasn't enough.
His mother couldn't keep pretending. One day it all fell apart around her. Overwhelmed by the life she hadn't asked for she lashed out, swiping at the child she hadn't planned for. Her words burned his ears as she cried out that she had hoped to love him and yet she felt nothing. He was nothing. A child born without desire or glee, he was nothing. Her outburst echoed within the surrounding forest and she took her leave.
Her words stung long past her claws. Her abandonment left a pit in Pollux as he waited, hoping she'd return. She didn't, and Pollux was alone.
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█ || Adult ⋯
Pollux grew into a quiet and timid wolf. He remained cautious of making relationships and kept to himself for the most part. That didn't stop a few neighboring Ethereal's from talking to him time to time, and truthfully he enjoyed those encounters. Yet, he didn't seek more. He allowed those relations to remain fleeting and in passing.
It was easier that way, after all.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:32 pm
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