Profile
Theodore Fox
Called
Theo
Pronouns
he/they/it
S.O.
Aries
Age
???
DoB
???
Sign
???
Height
5'9
Build
malnourished but chiseled
Status
???
Workplace
unemployed
Origin
death
World
Second Chances
Friendly
Reserved
Sincere
Deceptive
Polite
Sassy
Brave
Timid
Soft
Tough
Serious
Immature
- can't stand people that don't think before they speak
- stubborn especially when it comes to letting people in
- might listen to loud music just to block out his own thoughts
- correct asshole
Wilted Scarlet
Like a rose bush sprouting from ash, it fed off of the decay and soot around it to flower and bring a beautiful scarlet red into a baren waste land. Its flowers were but a trap to lure its pray in towards it's mouth filled with not just teeth, but terrifying eyes and hands to pull unfortunate vicims down it's throat.
Smoke and Mirrors
wherever it may be hiding, it will always be followed by a trail of thick, black smoke that is dangerous to everything in it's path. It works like dogs hunting for a mouse in a feild of wheat, posesing no eyes yet not blind thanks to Theo who directs the smoke, and they work as one.
This thick smoke may circle and twist like mad dogs with the plague, but it is organized and intelligent, able to adapt to its environment and commands from its master. Though, its intelligence does not keep it from disobeying its master, quite the opposite. If it finds its master has grown weak, it will turn and bite him on the hand to remind him to keep on his toes, for it is always watching for a slip up to then take over.
[lover]
"It is hard to find someone with the exact same mindset as myself. I hope you never leave because you are truly a rare gem of mine, a brilliant sea that will never leave my sight no matter how far your tides recede or how violent your waves may push against me..."
[relationship]
[relationship]
fuck off
A stillborn waking from the dead in a bed of smoke and shadow was given a second chance.
I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair. I am the clown with the tear away face, here in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the "who" in the call "who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair. I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
