My application for Skullbound, an amazing group that you should join as well. I've actually had this guy drawn up for, like, a REALLY long time... I've just now gotten around to uploading him. x3
A light yellow-green. This originates because while the kindness and gentle intelligence in his soul creates a cerulean colour, his quirky and inquisitive nature creates a more orange aura; the two mixed, creating his green.
358 years (adult)
+ Bronze Earring: Found on the ground while he was out rifling through human trash in search of busted light bulbs. It's actually a shower rod ring (like to hold up the curtain), but he thought it would make a nice accessory; even though it looks rudimentary, whenever he still feels the need to hide it he can just flatten his ears.
+ Turquoise Beads: Belonged to his mother, given to him when he was very young. He wears them in the longer strands of his cheek fur, but since he's using both on his right side, he couldn't use the same thing for his left; he tried to find some more matching beads, but after many fruitless attempts, he's just decided to use some little pieces of scrap metal he's found lying about.
+ Violin Bow: One day while scrounging about the human towns for light sources, Church was about to slip into a window to thieve the light emanating from the home's refrigerator when he heard it; the most beautiful, enchanting sound he had ever witnessed. A man was playing the violin just in his living room, a sad, toiling tone explaining a great distress... Church wasn't paying attention, and as he was capsized by the music and foolishly jumped in through the window to approach the music, the man noticed him and panicked; he threw the violin's bow at Church as the latter turned to run, landing the polished wood through the creature's ribcage. To this day he keeps it lodged in through his chest; he could remove it if he so pleased, but just feeling it let him hear the music once more, so he decides to pretend it's stuck.
Piano Keys Bracelet: Fashioned from the ebony and ivory keys of a piano, strung together with the cord from a violin string. These materials he actually found beneath the surface, so he wears them proudly, seeing as they're almost the only thing on his person that can't get him into immediate trouble.
Considerably smaller than a lot of others of his species. He has soft, short brown fur with a creamy neck; his fur is uneven in some places (such as the back of his neck and his backside), and he has a long, wiry tail, one that almost resembles a power cord to a lamp or gaming console. He's relatively square, but he's very thin and narrow in the ribs, with long, slender ears. Because of an accident when he was on the surface, he has a crack in his jaw.
A kind and gentle soul, Church is often the one others go to to have a shoulder to cry on. He is supportive and very empathetic, and doesn't mind simply sitting there and patiently listening when someone just wants to rant or sob their eyes out about a problem. Although he is curious and extremely inquisitive about his surroundings (especially as far as the surface world goes), Church still has some fears that have carried from his childhood, such as the fear of water and the dark. Church is also very innocent, almost naively so; he seldom seeks violence or trouble at all, and tends to avoid negative conflict as he thinks it does nothing conducive whatsoever.
Companionship, light, warm things, sleeping, music (especially that of the violin), being around others, helping out when it's needed, when people get along, praise
Water, rain, cold weather, being alone, when his paws get hurt, liars, hypocrites, cowards, silence, fish
Church is not known for having a peculiar or notably different upraising; both his mother and his father were Shadowbinders, who discovered each other as their soulmates the very first day they worked together on the surface. They had Church when they were still young, and taught him from day one the important things in life; always care for others, they would say. Always say please and thank you. Always take others' feelings into consideration. He had a very good relationship with both his mother as well as his father, and the family was a tightly woven one.
One day, when Church was still young but close to his adolescence, he decided to accompany his parents on one of their quests to the surface in search of shadows to collect; he stuck with them closely, until he heard a very peculiar something in the air. He flicked a giant, fennec-like ear to listen, and the sound soothed his soul, making his paws suddenly lead him in the direction from which it came...music. A little girl playing the piano while her mother sat silently on the bench beside her. Young and unaware of the dangers present, Church sat beneath the window, peering into the home and feeling his soul begin to attune with the graceful charm of the music. However, when the couple was done with the lesson and moved away the piano, Church turned to pad back to where he knew his parents would be only to find that they were nowhere in sight.
For the first time in his young life, Church's heart was seized in inexplicable fear of the unknown. It was already well beyond the sun's setting, and he was alone in the deepest darkness he had ever witnessed, lost and left to wander. He could not call to his parents, for doing so would draw the negative attention of any of the forty humans that lived nearby...instead, he decided to wait for them on the surface, curling up under a stripped car to uneasily rest for the night and await his parents' return.
When morning came, he eagerly awoke to the feeling of his mother's soft fur beside him; but alas, it did not come. Church stalled returning for the next hour or so, but as the neighbourhood slowly eased into motion and humans began sleepily staggering from their nests to check their mailboxes, the young Skullbound knew he could stay no longer. He carefully made his way back to the underground using the route he had taken with his parents, beginning a new life on his own. He remained as his parents taught him, a nice, respectable Skullbound with a healthy moral palette and an eager work ethic...the darkness haunted him, so he strove to become a Lightweaver, quickly succeeding in his training. Still Church wonders if his parents will ever return from the darkness, and even though he knows he will never see them again, each time he hears the delicate keys of a piano's music he thinks of them, and knows that no matter where he is they will always be with him.
The crack in his jaw was caused by him being shot at with a handgun when he was younger; since then he's gotten a lot better at his job, obviously. He doesn't cover the wound, because every time he looks at it he reminds himself of how careful he needs to be.
He's not at all as vibrant or colourful as many others of his species, and because of this he sometimes has low self esteem, especially in the way of soulmates and girls in general; he thinks that the more colourful the male, the more likely it is that they find their soulmate faster. Not that Church is envious...he's come to accept this about himself without feeling particularly bitter about it.
Church has an almost insatiable need to be nice to everyone, even when they aren't kind to him first or in return; he has a boomerang-like personality, and even if you're the worst bully to him ever he'll still make it a priority to help you when you're hurt or in need of assistance.
From #Sunpunk <3
It was still dark when Ekket sprang to life, eyes wide and bare chest gleaming with sweat as it worked labouriously to regain breath.
Fear gripped him in the darkness, and he tried furiously to get his vision used to the dark as he rapidly glanced about, almost as if he were searching for spirits he knew were there...his search, however, was inconclusive, and his heartbeat slowed to a murmuring, metronome-like beat in his pained ribcage. It was only a dream, Ekket thought in exhaustion, panting as he slowly slid back down to rest. In a last effort of calm, he reached a hand upwards to snake under his pillow, fingers closing around a small, round, cold object that lay nestled in the silk sheets...he quieted his breaths, then closed his eyes, listening to naught but the faint ticking of his golden pocket watch as he began once more to slumber.
At least I cannot lose time itself.