Oraleth

21 EYO, 5’11”, demiromantic homo

A poetic loner who is afraid of the living, Often takes naps and finds most creativity to write in cemeteries, he wants to find like minded floss but gets so stuck in his head he can’t speak. Reluctantly mute and afraid of what feels like inevitable humiliation he’ll just wander sites of the dead where talking isn’t necessary and things are peaceful