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your very good friend.
have you been waiting long? don't worry, i'm here now.
odd . unusual . strange
Defacto leader of Caer Sidi's concerned Citizens, though it might argue that no-one is in charge of anything. A joke, you see? Holds irregular meetings in irregular places - anywhere from high-class hotel rooms to abandoned warehouses, nightclubs to minecraft servers, and encourages the people who attend to do what they can for the people around them. Whether that be taking care of people in need or throwing themselves into potentially dangerous situations opposing Llawes.
Following the star's song since birth, armed with its rallying cry and offers to grant starborne immortality to anyone who wants or needs it, free of charge, it quickly became what Llawes Corporation deemed to be the city's greatest threat. Thus, they took it out. It didn't stick.
not anybody at all .
{ unbleeders. }
i am love
i'm not sure where i came from
But i know i am pure
Pure love
pure love - mother mother
alias
nemo, odysseus, nobody
gender
not at all!
pronouns
it/its
orientation
smiles
age
died at 25, on its birthday.
species
unbleeder
affiliation
concerned citizen
role
of the star
design
@ gutter
code
It did not dream at all – only felt someone lay beside it.
o n e . For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him.
No-one was born the day the star fell, to an ordinary family. Its mother did not live long after its birth, and it was bounced, then, between aunts and uncles and grandparents, until, at the age of seven, it came to its then-guardian and suggested quite forthrightly that they give it to one of the local orphanages, as it only caused trouble and strain on their hearts and pockets. It wasn't wrong; this matter-of-fact nature, too, made its family quite uneasy, and so it was agreed.
Sent to live at Gwion's, it found the freedom of being surrounded by other, louder, more active children both easier and harder. Easier to slip through the gaps and go unnoticed; harder to focus, to breathe, to find the space between those sounds. Here is where it met Joel, and fell in love instantly; while every other step it took was guided by the star's song ringing in its head, it was drawn to Joel by its heart, and could not deny itself that affection.
When Joel left - without a clear explanation that he was doing this for the children, for the orphanage, for the couple who ran it - it couldn't bear it, and both of them were deeply hurt by its response. It took two years and two days before it couldn't bear to be apart any longer, and set out to Llawes to see him.
t w o . "He doesn't smell right!" he exclaimed. "He isn't a rabbit at all! He isn't real!"
The star's song led it to the star's enclosure, and there it, unknowing, encountered the monsters that dwell there, and in order to keep it safe, the star took its name, and all knowledge of its name from the world.
When it ran, Joel couldn't call after it; it had no name, and so became No-one.
This was freeing and limiting all at once; finally, it could do things nobody could possibly do: oppose Llawes, steal starmetal, perform their resurrection procedure. It couldn't settle, though, and couldn't let itself feel the way anyone else could. Couldn't bear to lose its smile, even for an instant.
When it met Joel again, he agreed to come with it, and they decided together to break out the tracker in his insert. As it started to try, he changed his mind, suddenly afraid - as it realised he might leave it again, the insert shattered into shards of metal and moonlight under its gentle hands, and Joel's memory went with it.
It gathered what shards it could, and stored them the only place it knew was safe - carefully inserted into its own flesh, ready for the day it died.
t h r e e . Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this?
It kept this up for some time. It built up a small community of like-minded types, living in and out of an abandoned apartment building they call the Usual Place. It inserted more and more and more starmetal along the lines of its body. It loved everyone it met. Joel cooked, and followed it everywhere, and trusted and loved it unconditionally.
It couldn't let itself love him back as much as it knew it did in its heart. Following anything but the star's song that rang in its head felt terribly, terribly wrong.
Tensions like this lead to breaking points. Joel found his when he learned that it had lied; that it knew how he had lost his memories; that it was the culprit. Unable to trust anything it had said, he left, just for a while, and it, driven to recklessness, fell to a straightforward trap, and was taken to the Corporation's lowest floors, where it was kept until they could figure out a way to kill it.
On that last day, Ari came to it, and tore those fragments of Joel's moonlight from its chest.
He returned them to Joel.
And Joel, ever in love, just as it was, made it just in time.
f o u r . And while he was playing, two rabbits crept out from the bracken and peeped at him.
It died; its body, not entirely consumed by the anomalous entities that were set upon it, returned to life. Its cor was the only thing there in that moment; that wrongness, those hungry mouths, that impossible sight.
It took just a little longer to recover than most; its heart an impossible death. Physically, it was revived; its mind took some more time, needing rest and solitude - other than Joel, who it could finally confess to properly again, something freed up in itself when what ate its name tried to eat the rest of it, too. Or maybe dying just does that to a person.
After a few months, though, it was ready to get back to work - as much as its somewhat over-protective boyfriend will let it.
It hopes the ever-impatient star's song won't mind letting it take things one step at a time, for a bit.
height
5'6"
cor
star-born anomalies
insert
many
weapon
umbrella
tarot
tower
sign
same as you omg
Trivia
- • Its cor is painful to touch for anyone but itself; it's too small to eat someone, but it will still try. Covering up as many inserts as possible seems to help.
- • Those headphones are rarely actually playing music; they're to reduce outside noise so it doesn't get overstimmed - and so it can hear the Star more clearly.
- • Always carries a scalpel and a handful of small loose inserts in its pockets, just in case. You never know who'll need it!
