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Design Notes
- Flowers are Penny Blacks, Blue Desert Rose & Hydrangea. Please see their main ref for accurate colors!
- Short and slender, lacking in muscle mass; conceals a birdlike frailness with layers and bulky fabrics.
- Expression is generally mild, but his large ears reveal his true feelings by constantly swiveling and tilting according to his mood. If he flattens them while smiling, it means he's seriously contemplating murder.
- Occasionally wears their hair in a topknot or combs their grey bangs back in an asymmetrical braid.
Personality
steadfast, unpretentious, purposeful ‣ disciplined, unbending, forthright ‣ defensive, judgemental, spiteful
Outspoken and organized, the type to be a driving force in group projects and track teammates down to beat them up if they don't do their fair share. Invariably sensible, skeptical of good intentions, but has a well-hidden idealistic side — believes in the power of people to do better almost despite himself. Tends towards aloofness in public or unfamiliar settings (has a personal space bubble the size of Jupiter) but full of dry wit and sardonic rejoinders as he opens up. Kinder than he is nice, with a soft spot for the downtrodden and vulnerable. Takes no shit from anyone, but won't necessarily kick up a fuss when slighted. Keeps his working and personal life strictly separate and well away from prying eyes. Believes practice makes perfect and has endless patience when it comes to work (somewhat less so with people). Decidedly unimpressed by showboating, finds grand displays of wealth/glory/status/etc distasteful. Resists taking sides, preferring to stay neutral and uninvolved, but willing to fight for his beliefs nonetheless. Quietly judgemental and somewhat petty by nature, but tries not to hold grudges since he considers them a waste of energy. Never apologises first. Has a paranoid and vicious streak under pressure, made all the more alarming because he usually seems so realistic and cool-headed.
Story Summary
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
Isidore wasn't born a Fleuros but was made one from a desperate wish, with the monumental cost of an entire mortal lifespan plus a hefty chunk of the granter's own reserves. Wishes that blur the boundary between life and death stray dangerously into taboo territory, which is perhaps why the involved parties were nowhere to be found by the time Isidore was reborn. Disoriented and unable to remember anything from their past, they were reduced to scrounging in dustbins until Sol tracked them down just in time to save them from being harvested by bounty hunters. Freed from the immediate burden of feeding themselves, Isidore quickly gained a sense of personality and independence, and quickly began to chafe in someone else's hold. After reluctantly accepting a stipend from Sol, they set off on their own, and have found themselves balancing coding classes with a ever-rotating succession of part-time jobs while bunking with fellow students and starving artists in the rougher neighborhoods of France.
Trivia
- Has unexplained permanent sensory issues which wax and wane in intensity. He's used to managing the relatively minor symptoms (e.g. clumsiness, "losing time", being unable to keep up in fast-paced or crowded conversations) until they cascade into the rare blackout or panic attack. They're usually set off by flashing lights, but fast movement and bright colors can trigger a meltdown as well, hence his mostly monochrome wardrobe.
- Often frequents public libraries, especially during hard times when he's in-between jobs (or roommates). When everything gets too much, the silent atmosphere and rows upon rows of bookshelves lend him a illusion of privacy that he can find nowhere else.
Likes
- Organizing places
- Sleeping in
- Poetic turns of phrase
- White noise compilations
- People who ask interesting questions
Dislikes
- Being seen as vulnerable or in need of help
- Overtly rude or uncivilised behavior
- Hospital wards (he can smell imminent death)
- Thunderstorms, humid windy/rainy weather
- Household pests; will tear the house apart to slay them all
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