Lillius Aurum| / Lilac Gold

Real Name: Lillius Aurum| Lilac Gold
Given name: Red
Age: 100+
Gender: Male
Species: Forget Me Nots, old and extinct race
Orientation: Asexual
Relationship status: Not interested
Theme: youtu.be/jEmGUrVRoG4

Personality:
Quiet - shy - timid - respectful - gullible - weak willed

SPECIAL THANKS TO okijo on DeviantART for helping me with his ref and backstory!

Secluded in the vast forests of Oceania, a tribe hidden away from time and discovery followed a hundred year old ritual of sarifice. Those who have been chosen by the gods and blessed would be taken away at birth to harvest their holy tears. Children would be blinded by color coded mask infused by the flowers that grew from their skulls, wings, extra ears and a severed tail would soon show themselves after years of trained solitude and obedience of the gods. Once the blessed were deemed ready, the young protectors would be thrown into a cave akin to a grotto, far below the surface, where they would weep into the sacred waters below, never drinking it and depending on the food and water provided from the surface.

Lillius was one of the most recent children to be "blessed" and was blinded shortly after  being discovered. The child would be trained in priestly manners and obedience for the next years into his adolesence, when he would finally be given to the gods and thrown into the cave to appease the heavens alongside many similar to himself.

Years, decades passed without change, generations of protectors coming and going, seemingly disappearing once their time has come, a scent of flora leaving traces of their existence in the skeletal roots and vines spiraling out of the earth once their floral flesh has withered.

Until that one faithful day, the day that the tribe ceased to provide their blessed saviors with food. At first it was a day, two, four, a week. Their heavy palmed wings of no use for climbing nor flying, the protectors began to starve and death soon followed. At first it was the eldest, the cave beginning to fill with roots and flowers, a heavy scent of blooms and fresh grass plagueing the large cave. Blinded and forbidden from opening their eyes, no fleshy corpse leaving a trace of itself, the younger protectors celebrated the ascension of their elders, but the joy was short abandoned as more lives were taken, more saviors suddenly disappeard, the scent of their flowers lingering in the sacred waters.

As the very last blessed souls left their earthly shackles, gods letting them ascend for their devotion, Lillius was soon the very last protector standing. The youngest of them all, the most recent, the most innocent and gullible, he stood alone. Silence, nothing but silence and the sweet smell of death making the young blessed's head spin. His years of training did not prepare him for extinction and Lillius fell. A heatwave so strong it left the leaves above scorched hit the poor child, ripping his faith from his body as the instinct for survival took over his serene mind. 

And Lillius drank, he crumbled, he pleaded and wept, and he drank, he drank from the sacred waters fueled by generations of blessed tears.

It would have only been a few days, only a few before even the trained monk would have died, but his animalistic behavior did not let him waste away, this final decision damning Lillius with eternal life.

As the forgotten gods dissolved into the clouds, Lillius was now the only remaining survivor of the plague that destroyed his former village. A mysteriosu death, was it war or famine swept that the small community off the surface of the earth? Perhaps the day of judgement had come and it were time for the damned souls of be reaped and the protectors saved.

But he waited, he still waited, Lillius stood his ground, but now broken. His serene mind corrupted and shattered by brutal instinct Driven by fear, he removed his mask and opened his weak eyes for the first time in so many years, but what he saw was not beauty. Such seclusion left Lillius with eyes so damaged he could barely see, the blazing sunlight from above so unforgivingly piercing his withered eyes.

And corpses, tens and hundreds of vines and roots in the shape of his friends littered the cave, patches of flowers and hanging masks surrounded the sacred earhty bones of those who were granted freedom and Lillius was not one of them, he would never be.

Fear, it was fear that drove the sinned protector to close his eyes once more and swear to ever open them again. He had nothing to see, nothing to see but the darkness that he brought upon himself.

Years, decades, a century. A hundred years had passed, a hundred years of loneliness and silence. Lillius did not speak, he did nt see, he only drank. A cursed soul could not have gotten itself in deeper waters than it already was in. His voice damaged, his eyesight weak, his bones boiling from the inside, Lillius lost touch with reality. Not human, not human anymore, he was left with the mind of an abandoned wild animal.

Until the day of his salvation came. A team of explorers, young, naive and immature, it was agroup of caving pioneers that came across the rotting soul of Lillius. With a language unlike he has ever heard, faces that were so different from his, Lillius fought back help. Was this really salvation or just another wolf in sheep's clothing? Lillius had already lost all of himself; His sight, his voice, his touch with reality , but the explorers persisted and brought the damned soul into the surface after centuries of confinment.

A broken, damaged voice spoke.

The voice of a soul shattered beyond repair.

The voice of a soul cursed with eternal life.

"For..forget...me not..."

And thus the name was given, the final chapter of a tattered book finally closing.

Once again special thanks to okijo for writing and helping me with his bio!