can u tell me a few things about screen? like his height, personality, etc.? also what's his aesthetic?
screen is a tiny (5′6) agender angel .. their name is scout and they were born on october 15th !! they always make sure to tell the truth but its always soft so that the other person isnt hurt by what they have to say :( like most people, theyre a whole lot more confident around their friends but around newer people, scout tries to act a bit cooler than usual which can be tough without lying .. they love goin outside and watching the clouds with their buddies as well as traveling by train. theyre always having dreams about getting chased in slow motion 🤧
🔹 feeling the blue and grey hues because it kind of reflects my mood lately! Slowly but surely getting better at my lettering - actually pretty proud of the little week seven section up top on the right page. This one isn’t quite as great as the previous two because I’ve hit a bit of a mental slump, but I still like it.
Name: Yuuji Kazami Age: 20 Race: Hyur, Midlander, Half-Doman Residence: The Shroud, Gridania - Nomad/Wanderer Gender: Male
Appearance: A fair skinned midlander with dark brown locks atop his head which reach down to his shoulders maintaining a scruffy appearance with a fringe that sweeps down which can cover his eyes when left untied and pushed back. Yuuji stands at roughly at six fulm with a broad-shouldered slender frame showing that he doesn’t lack physical strength;
Yuuji’s grey blue eyes are naturally calming and present a relaxed front, often giving the impression to others that he is no more than a harmless being. However, in heated moments or when brought to anger, his gaze flares with the innate ferocity always hiding just below the surface. His facial features are slim and unmarred, light stubble and soft pink lips that conceal an elusive smile from public eye.
Yuuji initially comes across as being bad-tempered and something of a loner, with little patience for people he views as being clumsy or weak. He is also somewhat cynical and pessimistic. However, Yuuji can be more open and positive depending on the people around him or with the matter at hand.
Yuuji apparently has low self-esteem, viewing himself as being ‘lesser’ than most due to his background and due to his history
Yuuji is brave and noble, risking his own life on a number of occasions to help others or fight for a cause he believes in. Yuuji tends to be cautious and thinks before he acts, a trait that has no doubt saved his life many times due to his now seeminglyless lifestyle; he is also quick-witted and possesses a somewhat dry sense of humour.
History (Short Version)
Yuuji, hailed from Doma; a member of the
Kazami Clan. The history of the Kazami Clan is one steeped in blood and war, the cause of which -as it so often is- was love.
The clan’s history dated back a mere decades,
having only risen to a place of power in recent years. This was not to last
however, as the current head of the clan (at the time of Yuuji’s birth) had wed
a foreign woman. An outsider. A Lowborn woman of no repute. He did this despite
his beliefs that the lowborn of the Kazami Clan shoud act only in service to
the ruling family.
Naturally, this caused an uproar within the clan. One side
believing in equality, and the other following the belief that some members of
the Clan were superior to others. This feud caused the schism of Clan Kazami,
sparking an all out war between the equalist and traditionalist branches.
Through no fault of their own, Yuuji and his mother were caught in the
crossfire, being the reason for the conflict in the eyes of many clan members.
With targets painted on their backs, it was decided that the further Yuuji was
from the fighting, the better. Thus, in the dark of the night, he was whisked
away to the distant land of Eorzea. The boy grew up learning little of his clan,
his heritage, and his family.
Trying to find a succinct, historically-used term for that blue/grey/green eye color.
And don’t say “glasz” eyes. That term was made up recently by the Chris Colfer and Benedict Cumberbatch fandoms to describe their eyes. They somehow got ahold of the Welsh-Breton word glas (which does mean blue/grey/green, often used for ocean and eyes) and LiveJournaled it into a pseudo-Hungarian spelling.
Edit: thanks. I think I’ll go with “stormy grey-hazel,” and a cat-like description, that seems to be the closest terms an Edwardian would use.
there is a cry. it is the
requiem of thousands
across the ages,
bronze, black, grey, green, blue
flames that turn the ephemeral sky into a painting of soot.
filtering the wind through a seraphim’s eyes, they swallow
the clouds of the golden age
and breathe out ruin.
there is one who never
knew. on grasses not yet paved with flame and
the crawl of corpses,
they walk abreast vanilla hearts
and the skies taste like the crisp of triumph;
the waters have never been more tremendous.
they have felt the
and the sting of brine.
even a king is at the mercy of the elements
when the storms lash and claw with familiar hands
that dig deep beneath the hide;
they howl, and their tongues breathe a substance
worse than fire –
they breathe the names of the dead.
there is more than
gravitas. it comes from the hope
of bloodstained youth and impossibility.
when they think of the hunted, they think
of steel and blue sacrifices,
of half-won victories and an uncertain future.
their dreams are soundless,
deafened by the roar of thousands.
they are not privy
to the moments of terror, the private
promises the girl makes to
her own martyrdom in the wake of bloodshed,
whispered to the gleam of a curving blade
and the hole of a gaping throat.
the world of conclusion
and the harbor sphere of their own –
they never imagined they would collide.
there is a moment when
they do, however. it is expected;
otherwise, they would not be here,
setting flowers on a grave – always, with hope.
it is the grave of their own stranger who
defied fate and heritage for them and who,
paid a price worse than fire.
there is only the sky, no
when time beats again, they
the clouds still breathe in
just like they used to. and the mountains still echo
just like they used to.
but they find more skulls, more bones then they ever used to.
they settle beneath the
reformed from ashes,
and listen vainly for the cry,
still, of dragons.