Willow

  basics   

'you're growin' tired of me,'

pronouns; gender [he/him - male]

height; build [6'5" - very lanky with longer, disproportionate legs and a very bad posture]

'you love me so hard, and i still can't sleep.'

  interests   

'you're growin' tired of me,'

interests [space - mainly planets such as J1047B, history, painting, surreal beings/items, myths/legends, music from the 20-50's, bitter food & drink, nostalgic smells, glowsticks]

indifferences [cryptic poems, drawing on paper, insects, sweet food & drink, the dark, camping]

disinterests [modern politics, crafting, yelling, anything fast-paced, stale chips, runny markers, baseless space conspiracies, the beach, stickers - unless space related, hotels]

'and all the things i don't talk about.'

  personality   

' .. it's just that i fell in love with a war,'

willow is a man who sticks very close to himself, and doesn't usually raise his head unless spoken to. while he is very bad at verbally expressing how he feels, he's immaculate at communicating through art, whether that be sculpting or painting - or even just a small scribble on a notepad. he's oftentimes seen within his room, of which is usually only illuminated by a moon-shaped light, and the glow-in-the-dark star stickers plastered onto his ceiling. from this, many people assume he's heavily antisocial - and such a thought would be correct. he avoids speaking to people most times, but makes an exception for a few people here and there. even with them, though, he's rather untalkative and instead finds more entertainment in fidgeting with his hands or a ring. 

outside of friends, though, willow is a very big enthusiast of space [clearly], and nature in itself. when he's outside under the stars, he feels the safest, and actually would much rather sleeping under the small twinkles of light than in a warm, comfy bed. when comfortable with his surroundings, his guard will drop and he'd usually drift away into - well - outer space. this is when he's most approachable and would be fully open to talking to others; as long as the stars are visible, he's content.

'and nobody told me it ended.'

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worth: $10.00

designed by: criiptid