Profile
Basics:
- 13 Sweeps
- Purpleblood
- Male, He/Him
- Bicorn Lusus (Deceased)
- Blind (Natural from hatching)
- daymareRevenant [DR]
- Run-on sentences; Frequent typos and random spacing/capitalization
- th eWUick brown fox Jumps ove rThe lazy dog
- Ridingcropkind
- Chucklevoodoo Psionics (Nightmares and Hallucinations)
Interests:
- Taking care of his lusus when he was alive
- Hair styling
- Being read to; Dark literature such as Troll Edgar Allan Poe
- Spending time in his garden
- Playing the violin and piano
Dislikes:
- Getting dirty
- Being patronized (though he likes being respectfully doted on)
- Requiring accessibility features (like text-to-voice or using a cane)
- Having to stray far from home or be in places he hasn't memorized the furniture placement in
Personality:
- Morphe is relatively… neutral. That’s the best way to describe him. He drifts through life and society, not minding one way or another unless it’s a particular thing that troubles or entertains him.
- He holds bitter feelings of resentment, being a highblooded charge, but he’s trying to come to terms with the fact that he has limitations and needs the help.
- He hates surprises, or being startled by touch or sound. If someone were to sneak up on him, purposefully or not, he has a bad habit of pushing them away with his chucklevoodoos. Otherwise, he prefers not to use them and tries to get by without torment or violence.
Biography:
- Hatched blind, Morphe felt he was doomed from the start. Scooped up surprisingly quickly, the troll was suffocated for most of his wrigglerhood. His caretaker was overbearing, fussing over the finest details such as what to wear each day or how well Morphe had brushed his fangs that evening.
- Looking back, he wonders if his former caretaker was simply drunk on the power of having a rare highblooded charge. He wonders if they meant any of it- if they cared for him, or only for what came with him.
- Eventually, it became too much. He had lashed out one day, causing an incident he doesn’t like to talk much about. Any mention of his former caretaker seems to rattle him enough that he’s a danger to both himself and others, so it’s never something to come up.
- He’s still searching for a replacement, trying to process his feelings as he struggles to learn to take care of himself at all. He can barely cook a microwaved meal, having been so suppressed and controlled, and is trying to find the balance of what he is truly capable of and what he isn’t.
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