Rukma

(my form on CS)

► ► U s e r n a m e :

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► ► N a m e :

Rukma - Indonesian name meaning "shining"

► ► G e n d e r :

Male

► ► E y e s :

Rukma has a rare case of herterochromia iridum - meaning his eye color is not the same in both eyes.
"Simple heterochromia – a rare condition characterized by the absence of other ocular or systemic problems. The lighter eye is typically regarded as the affected eye as it usually shows iris hypoplasia. It may affect an iris completely or only partially."
His left eye is amber (or Yellow) with red, and his right eye is complete amber. He has excellent vision and can see in the dark as if its day time.

► ► R a n d o m F a c t s :

Rukma does not care what people think of him due to his eyes, he is very polite and doesn't care of one "judges his book by its cover".
This kida is fond of small things, -big enough to hold onto- and he is even more fond of DIY crafts.
Rukma travels quite often, as he has been seen in the Sahara dessert, crafting thick bangles made of rattlesnake hide that he wears for an adornment.
His eyes actually glow in the dark, as if they are a small light bulb turning on and off as he blinks. Although, when Rukma is angry, his eyes glow visibly in the day time, leaving streaks of light as he moves, and his left eye become fully red for the period of time that he is mad stricken. During his mood swings, the tips of his hair grow more melanin, making his hair ends a deeper red.
Rukma is like a moth; he loves light. He will stare at a light all day if it changes, so keep him away from a lava lamp.

► ► E x t r a :

Who ever said that love was blind?

Probably the same uneducated show-off who judged a book by its cover. Either way, I don't trust others when they go by such meaningless phrases. Think about it. 'Love is blind?' Why would love be blind? It doesn't make sense. Perhaps the hidden meaning is that love, in any way, doesn't need to see. However, the definition of seeing isnever constant, and the same foolish mind of who coined the phrase itself fails to see what seeing actually is.

Seeing doesn't require eyes. It doesn't need you to be perfectly healthy, or smart, or knowing. For one to see, one only needs to have a heart. A heart that feels. 'Seeing is believing?' That phrase, when applied to what I just said, means that seeing, in a heartfelt way, is comprehending. Truly knowing, believing. One's heart is the deepest conscience.

Whatever 'love is blind' meant, my opinion is that it is a rather amusing phrase. Blindness isn't defined by the inability to see with eyes; many have pieced the word along with deception and failure to understand things. Each word used in phrases has stretched meanings; unclear subjects.

To me, love isn't blind. Just because someone is physically unable to see doesn't mean he can't see things with his heart. An eye is merely a tool; it may spot expressions, but the heart and the heart itself makes do depending on what the eyes see and what the ears hear.

Strange to hear this from someone who isn't physically blind?

I hope not. All I'm thinking of is love phrases these days. I don't know why. Alright, maybe I do know why, but I don't know why instead of making my own love phrases, I'm criticizing the existing ones. Despite how I think and what I think about, I'm never able to collect the words I need to make a saying of my own.

Problem is, love is hard to define. Many have tried to discover the true meaning of this four-letter word, but it is never clear whether they have succeeded or failed. It's not uncommon to read a book and find quotes beginning with 'love is, love isn't,' because no one knows what triggers love, what becomes of love, nor why it exists.

And then there's my predicament. Whatever love is, I know I'm feeling it. It's rushing through my veins, I can feel it in the air. When it enters my lungs and has me exhilarated, it keeps my heart pumping. Love doesn't make you blind. More like the opposite. I'm seeing more, feeling more. These lights I'm staring at look brighter than the romantic getaway I'm wishing for, but at the same time, my future isn't any darker than the reds of my fur. Am I willing to go through all this for love? All the troubles, all the pathways and doors?

Does she feel the same way?

She's better at hiding her expressions than I am. I've never seen even a hint of warmth in her eyes when she looks at me. And she's only looked at me twice; once when we first came across each other's paths, and again by another coincidence as I visited a lake I had never been to before.

That night was an unforgettable night. I could easily remember her face, bathed in cold moonlight, her eyes like chips of ice. Those eyes... they weren't contemptuous, only blank. As if she had other things on her mind. Maybe she already knew someone. Someone... someone I would never be like. We've only met twice, but... I've heard of her, quite often.

Rumors have spread, and as they do, I hear more and more about her. Whispers I've picked up say that she's made a choice in her childhood. What sort of choice, I don't know. What I've heard is that this choice she made affected her, so that she acts the way she does now. During her early years, she had been treated badly, but by whom I do not know.

Her name seems to be different from the one she had at birth. Kidamburas gossip too much, and by what they said, her name was but an alias given to her by the community; it soon became as close to her real name as possible. I've learned a lot about her namesake.

Pandora.

The Greek tale tells of a woman, created by the gods, who was gifted by every one of the Olympians. Everyone who's heard of the words 'Pandora's box' would know. A box that she opened only out of curiosity, releasing all the evils of humanity, and only leaving Hope inside.

Why would this be a given name to the Pandora I've met? Did she open a Pandora's box of her own, unleashing evils that eventually left her to fend for herself? Did she make a wrong choice, led herself to her own misery, and gave herself a bad name? Did the choice matter so much that she only did what was right to save someone from her past?

... so many questions, so little answers.
WIP - givin to me by Thunder. <3 thank you so much for this writing ;u;