New Name: Kyul
Gender: Male
Personality: (200+ Words)
Kyul is an awkward but kind viscling who just happens to love painting. Now he usually uses brushes to paint, but every now and then he lets his child side out and uses his fingers to paint. Kyul is a real creative and inspired viscet who loves to spill his talent onto canvas or whatever else he can paint on. Spending much of his life as a wandering talent traveling with a group of viscets, selling his paintings to be able to survive, he learned how to be smart in the streets and therefore is fairly clever. Kyul no longer moves around and is looking for more ways to express his creative nature. Kyul may look like a child but he is an old soul at heart. He may have an expressed fondness for Revera and enjoys finally being around other viscets who are just like him, adults stuck in the body of a child. He sometimes feels like other viscets look down on him because they think he is just an immature child, that is until he expresses his immense knowledge of various things he has studied, such as artists and art theory. He isn’t stuck up in any way, at least not if you show him respect, he only pulls out the big words with people who talk down on him.
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1 Art Piece or 200+ word Writing about the character:
Kyul looked around at the viscets who he had been traveling with for years. The main group had remained the same for most of the time but there were always changes of faces joining and leaving the group. Kyul himself was becoming tired of the constant moving from place to place and the desperation for earning enough money was pushing the group towards some dark alleys. There was less and less money coming into the group through Kyul’s paintings and more from questionable origins. Kyul watched money exchange hands between a stranger and the head of the group and then a package passed back.
Kyul stood, announcing he was going to go do some paintings which only warranted a few nods in his direction. He slipped through the alleys, looking for anything he could paint on; cardboard, wood pieces, metal scraps, newspapers. He gathered up a variety of canvases before settling into the center of the town and setting out his supplies. They were simple, worn out and rudimentary just due to the lack of money and so there wasn’t much for him to pull out of his small little bag. Once he started painting, he lost himself in the art, ignoring the people passing by. He produced numerous paintings, setting them out for those moving past to admire and possibly purchase.
Everything was just going as usual when a small voice spoke up, “Oh, this is so pretty. How much for it?”
Something made Kyul look up to see a young viscet about his size admiring one of his pieces on a scrap of wood. She was pretty for such a young viscet and immediately Kyul thought she must be like him, an adult viscet trapped in a child’s body. Her eyes had so much wisdom in them, much more than a child would have. Another viscet stood behind her, looking at the other paintings he had done.
For a moment Kyul couldn’t speak, he was captivated by the viscet before him. For the first time in his life he replied with, “Nothing. It’s all yours.”
She blushed a bit and looked at the painting once more, “Nonsense. I must give you something for it. Why don’t you come have dinner with us tonight? I am a decent cook and Estrello is wonderful with sewing as well so he could probably mend some of your clothes.”
Kyul had never been invited anywhere before and so he didn’t know how to respond. He was usually ignored by others, just like a piece of trash may be ignored in passing. Yet here was a viscet who would not only stop and acknowledge the trash, but also pick it up and take care of it. Kyul smiled a bit and then nodded, “That sounds wonderful.”
“Great! My name is Revera.”
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