Amaranth

― if god is left-handed, i can't imagine how happy i'll be

about;

a stoic frankenhound that most would describe best as "unfeeling". they rarely speak, and certainly make no effort to get to know anyone. any attempts to befriend them will be met with an impassive expression, and a wordless rejection. if asked what keeps them sane throughout the process of tearing their charms and becoming an omen, they'll say nothing, but they don't have to-- their eyes fixate on only one person, after all. rather than hold onto their sanity, they choose to anchor themselves down, thinking nothing but rose, rose, rose, rose...

extra info;

amaranth - unfading love, immortality