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Julia Dreger
Jules
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Background
Julia wasn’t fortunate enough to be born to a functional household like most people, but she wasn’t so conceited to think that she alone had experienced something like this. Her mother was not exactly a strong willed woman, and it was probably why she ended up with someone like her father; a highschool dropout with an ever growing drug problem. Julia couldn’t remember much of her life before her parents split apart, and to her it was the norm to switch from one household to another with each week.
While memories were scarce of this time she did recall that this was a point in her life where things were pretty stagnant. In retrospect, it must be because both of her parents were adjusting to their new lives without each other and struggling to raise a child practically on their own. It was an adjustment to not only them, but to Julia as well and one she felt she could never fully get used to. Thankfully she was able to make a friend, having visited their birthday party Julia found herself trying her hardest to visit them whenever.
Things never did kick off till a couple years into grade school; one major change in her life would be her mother’s new boyfriend. It wasn’t uncommon for her mother to jump from guy to guy, but this was the first one had actually moved in with them. At first things were calm, but then again Julia was never at that household longer than a week. Memories would resurface of her mother being much more timid and quiet, and one day she’d finally see why. It seems mom’s new boyfriend wasn’t someone who was the gentlest, the type who lost his temper quite frequently. The first Julia had seen this her first reaction was to get scared, but eventually she’d try to protect her mother resulting in a few beatings of her own. If anything he did hold back a lot on her than her mother.
For her father’s household it would be more accurate to say that his problems were only escalating. Most of the time her father was busy doing his own thing, leaving her on her own. This neglect intensified when her father's strange friends came over and was instantly banished from his sight. Thankfully, they were never directly harmful toward her and in some strange way even got her father to pay her some mind. Those benevolent feelings would quickly evaporate once they left leaving her father even more irritable. While it was disheartening to be ignored, it did give her freedom to do what she wanted; she was able to go to bed at whatever time she wanted to (unless her father actually remembered she was around) and even meals mainly comprised of whatever snacks she found. Needless to say, she had to take care of herself during his ‘weeks’.
However while things were looking down in both of her home lives, whenever Julia headed over to her friend’s house it was quite the opposite. They had lots of games to play together, delicious food, and even at one point she even got a puppy and a kitten. While it was something Julia always wanted ever since she was little, she was happy that her friend was letting her keep take care of them and even join in with the naming.
As the years went on by her home lives couldn’t seem to improve, the beating at her mother’s place wouldn’t just take place on the dates she was away but frequently spill over when she visiting. While trying her best not to get directly involved, there were still times where she received minor collateral damage. It would be exhausting nights of fighting and yelling, keeping her up at all hours. Coupled that with the increasing difficulties of her father’s household; even her school life was taking a big hit. Nights where she was staying at her fathers were dedicated to actually keeping care of him, be it through cooking or even cleaning after his extracurricular activities. So, keeping up with her studies and any little social life she had seemed more strenuous than it was worth. But somehow through sheer willpower and dedication, she managed to scrape by without failing a year.
Even with her new friend it seemed that she was moving onto new a better friends, it was getting hard to stay ignorant to how much better her life was. But Julia could never bring herself to try and make it worse, just seeing how happy and blissful she was living also served as an anchor of who she wanted to become. Perhaps it was her negative feelings or her jealousy, but one day her friend begun to get a lot of nightmares, something Julia would try and help her out emotionally but without much avail.
An event that completely changed the course of Julia’s life was during the summer after her middle school graduation. She was staying at her mother’s house during this week and her mom’s boyfriend was a bit more irritable than his usual self. While he was abusive there were times where he could be a normal step father and unfortunately this was not one of those times. She was far used to this by this point, but she never seen him got like this before and to Julia something was very wrong. Choosing to step in and intervene was probably the worst decision to make in that moment as she was hit with something extremely hard. The last thing she would remember of this would be the loud thud of the first object and then slamming into something hard.
When she awoken again it would be inside a hospital in central with no recollection of what happened previously, or even why she was there. It was suspected by the doctors and authorities that it was due to child abuse, however without Julia being incapable of testifying till she recovered and gained her memories back the investigation was put on hold. In the meantime Julia was to stay in the hospital so she could be carefully monitored by the doctors; during this time she would have been visited by her parents along with the occasional investigator. Outside of that Julia’s social life would have been severely limited until she was granted permission to explore the hospital.
While exploring the hospital, she’d find a boy around her age who was also staying at the hospital for some examinations, and he seemed to be working on some origami cranes. Even though she never done anything like this beforehand she could easily tell that he was awful at it, but when she asked him why he was trying so hard to make these he told her that if you were able to make a thousand of them that you’d get a wish in the end. For some reason that resonated with her and with her still wanting to make a friend she decided to join him in making them every day.
At first she was pretty awful at them too, most of the time wasting more paper than actually getting anywhere, but eventually she got a hang of it. Super excited she finally got one completely Julia rushed over to show him her success only to find that his condition was worsening and visitations were limited. It was no surprise when Julia was allowed to leave the hospital before him when she recovered a lot of her memories and was stable, but that didn’t stop her from trying to visit him as much as possible. What was supposed to be a temporary stay at the hospital was turning into a perminate one till they were able to figure out what was wrong with him.
During this time, out of her parents only her mother would have taken this opportunity to move into the new city central while her father stayed just on the outskirts. Even with these changes she still managed to switch from household to household; having to get up early to get on a bus to get to school whenever she stayed at her father’s. Adjusting to her new routine she still squeezed in time to visit her new friend every single day, no matter how exhausted she was, even on occasion accidentally falling asleep during their visits. Though, she’d try her best to come bearing a paper crane, bringing them a step closer to their wish.
It was years before the doctors were able to figure out what was wrong with him, years of visiting him every day and crafting him paper cranes. Her home situations weren’t approving even with them moving closer into the city; arguments between the two about the hospital bills and the general discord that each one brought were only the tip of the iceberg when you added her school life. Her first days of highschool were already ruined by the fact she as hospitalized and with her general disposition making friends were incredibly difficult. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she was a victim of bullying and her marks started to plumet even further.
It wasn’t much of a struggle balancing meeting both of her friends, one she’d go straight to after school while the other she would randomly spend time with after dinners and evenings. Sometimes she’d even find her while she was at school, but she could never bring herself to mention her new friend. Maybe she already knew? But, as time was passing she’d notice that her friend was getting closer to other people; she couldn’t stand the thought of maybe bringing her down with her talks about her own problems. So Julia would try and keep her visit very happy and optimistic.
While it was painful and even torturous to watch as each month her best friend’s health deteriorated; in some sick way he was her only hope in life too. Even with the slue of problems with her own life for him she’d be the type to put on face and try and brighten the day of someone who was having it way harder than her. More than anything she wanted to believe in the 1000 crane wish even if he gave up on it, especially when the doctors told him he wouldn’t survive without an organ donor.
It seemed that they were having a difficult time finding someone to be a match for him, especially with the organ he needed was a heart. It felt like her whole life was turning into juggling act of trying to stay positive as possible and finding some way to make it that he could life happily and she was managing to still pull through for her loved one. Behind the scenes she wasn’t going to give up on him, even getting herself tested to see if she’d be a match for him. It was excruciating waiting for the results, but in the end it was worth it.
Probably through some twist of fate they actually came back positive; that’s when she made the decision to make him live no matter what. Everything she was building up for this reason, in a weird way it gave her a form of peace; the struggles at home weren’t as bad as she thought, the bullying was something she could handle. Everyday she look at the results and ready herself, she was going to kill herself on the day they only had a few cranes left or if his condition suddenly turned for the worse.
On the last couple of cranes she would have used the test resolves as her paper even writing on the bottom of one of them a small ‘Good luck with your operation, I’ll be rooting for you!’. She even left her parent’s house early to rush over to the hospital and leave them with him, it was a bit disheartening that he was busy with some more testing but they let her leave the cranes for him when he came back. She’d rush back to school even through the snow and completed to what she thought was going to be her last day of school.
At one point Julia had fallen asleep during school, normally she would have scolded herself for this, but it also gave her one last time to visit her first best friend. It was to her surprise though that she was talking about moving soon and that she was going to miss her. Honestly it was something Julia was hoping for, she knew no matter what that when she died her best friend’s story would go along with her. But more than anything she was afraid of ripping her away from her happy life. Maybe this was some sign that what Julia was about to do was the right thing to do; the end of her chapter.
So standing on at the rooftop afterschool, Julia didn’t have any regrets up till this point, only while standing on the rooftop she found that one was resurfacing. Obviously it was way to late at this point, but she wished she could have a least told him how she felt about him; then again it would probably make this way harder than it had to be. It probably was confusing to everyone else than those two; he’d be the only one with her ‘suicide note’ and the rest of the world who found out about this would think it would be due to some bullying, or home situation. It wasn’t like she was purposeless trying to set it up this way, but she didn’t mind.
At least her death was able to save someone she loved..
While memories were scarce of this time she did recall that this was a point in her life where things were pretty stagnant. In retrospect, it must be because both of her parents were adjusting to their new lives without each other and struggling to raise a child practically on their own. It was an adjustment to not only them, but to Julia as well and one she felt she could never fully get used to. Thankfully she was able to make a friend, having visited their birthday party Julia found herself trying her hardest to visit them whenever.
Things never did kick off till a couple years into grade school; one major change in her life would be her mother’s new boyfriend. It wasn’t uncommon for her mother to jump from guy to guy, but this was the first one had actually moved in with them. At first things were calm, but then again Julia was never at that household longer than a week. Memories would resurface of her mother being much more timid and quiet, and one day she’d finally see why. It seems mom’s new boyfriend wasn’t someone who was the gentlest, the type who lost his temper quite frequently. The first Julia had seen this her first reaction was to get scared, but eventually she’d try to protect her mother resulting in a few beatings of her own. If anything he did hold back a lot on her than her mother.
For her father’s household it would be more accurate to say that his problems were only escalating. Most of the time her father was busy doing his own thing, leaving her on her own. This neglect intensified when her father's strange friends came over and was instantly banished from his sight. Thankfully, they were never directly harmful toward her and in some strange way even got her father to pay her some mind. Those benevolent feelings would quickly evaporate once they left leaving her father even more irritable. While it was disheartening to be ignored, it did give her freedom to do what she wanted; she was able to go to bed at whatever time she wanted to (unless her father actually remembered she was around) and even meals mainly comprised of whatever snacks she found. Needless to say, she had to take care of herself during his ‘weeks’.
However while things were looking down in both of her home lives, whenever Julia headed over to her friend’s house it was quite the opposite. They had lots of games to play together, delicious food, and even at one point she even got a puppy and a kitten. While it was something Julia always wanted ever since she was little, she was happy that her friend was letting her keep take care of them and even join in with the naming.
As the years went on by her home lives couldn’t seem to improve, the beating at her mother’s place wouldn’t just take place on the dates she was away but frequently spill over when she visiting. While trying her best not to get directly involved, there were still times where she received minor collateral damage. It would be exhausting nights of fighting and yelling, keeping her up at all hours. Coupled that with the increasing difficulties of her father’s household; even her school life was taking a big hit. Nights where she was staying at her fathers were dedicated to actually keeping care of him, be it through cooking or even cleaning after his extracurricular activities. So, keeping up with her studies and any little social life she had seemed more strenuous than it was worth. But somehow through sheer willpower and dedication, she managed to scrape by without failing a year.
Even with her new friend it seemed that she was moving onto new a better friends, it was getting hard to stay ignorant to how much better her life was. But Julia could never bring herself to try and make it worse, just seeing how happy and blissful she was living also served as an anchor of who she wanted to become. Perhaps it was her negative feelings or her jealousy, but one day her friend begun to get a lot of nightmares, something Julia would try and help her out emotionally but without much avail.
An event that completely changed the course of Julia’s life was during the summer after her middle school graduation. She was staying at her mother’s house during this week and her mom’s boyfriend was a bit more irritable than his usual self. While he was abusive there were times where he could be a normal step father and unfortunately this was not one of those times. She was far used to this by this point, but she never seen him got like this before and to Julia something was very wrong. Choosing to step in and intervene was probably the worst decision to make in that moment as she was hit with something extremely hard. The last thing she would remember of this would be the loud thud of the first object and then slamming into something hard.
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When she awoken again it would be inside a hospital in central with no recollection of what happened previously, or even why she was there. It was suspected by the doctors and authorities that it was due to child abuse, however without Julia being incapable of testifying till she recovered and gained her memories back the investigation was put on hold. In the meantime Julia was to stay in the hospital so she could be carefully monitored by the doctors; during this time she would have been visited by her parents along with the occasional investigator. Outside of that Julia’s social life would have been severely limited until she was granted permission to explore the hospital.
While exploring the hospital, she’d find a boy around her age who was also staying at the hospital for some examinations, and he seemed to be working on some origami cranes. Even though she never done anything like this beforehand she could easily tell that he was awful at it, but when she asked him why he was trying so hard to make these he told her that if you were able to make a thousand of them that you’d get a wish in the end. For some reason that resonated with her and with her still wanting to make a friend she decided to join him in making them every day.
At first she was pretty awful at them too, most of the time wasting more paper than actually getting anywhere, but eventually she got a hang of it. Super excited she finally got one completely Julia rushed over to show him her success only to find that his condition was worsening and visitations were limited. It was no surprise when Julia was allowed to leave the hospital before him when she recovered a lot of her memories and was stable, but that didn’t stop her from trying to visit him as much as possible. What was supposed to be a temporary stay at the hospital was turning into a perminate one till they were able to figure out what was wrong with him.
During this time, out of her parents only her mother would have taken this opportunity to move into the new city central while her father stayed just on the outskirts. Even with these changes she still managed to switch from household to household; having to get up early to get on a bus to get to school whenever she stayed at her father’s. Adjusting to her new routine she still squeezed in time to visit her new friend every single day, no matter how exhausted she was, even on occasion accidentally falling asleep during their visits. Though, she’d try her best to come bearing a paper crane, bringing them a step closer to their wish.
It was years before the doctors were able to figure out what was wrong with him, years of visiting him every day and crafting him paper cranes. Her home situations weren’t approving even with them moving closer into the city; arguments between the two about the hospital bills and the general discord that each one brought were only the tip of the iceberg when you added her school life. Her first days of highschool were already ruined by the fact she as hospitalized and with her general disposition making friends were incredibly difficult. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she was a victim of bullying and her marks started to plumet even further.
It wasn’t much of a struggle balancing meeting both of her friends, one she’d go straight to after school while the other she would randomly spend time with after dinners and evenings. Sometimes she’d even find her while she was at school, but she could never bring herself to mention her new friend. Maybe she already knew? But, as time was passing she’d notice that her friend was getting closer to other people; she couldn’t stand the thought of maybe bringing her down with her talks about her own problems. So Julia would try and keep her visit very happy and optimistic.
While it was painful and even torturous to watch as each month her best friend’s health deteriorated; in some sick way he was her only hope in life too. Even with the slue of problems with her own life for him she’d be the type to put on face and try and brighten the day of someone who was having it way harder than her. More than anything she wanted to believe in the 1000 crane wish even if he gave up on it, especially when the doctors told him he wouldn’t survive without an organ donor.
It seemed that they were having a difficult time finding someone to be a match for him, especially with the organ he needed was a heart. It felt like her whole life was turning into juggling act of trying to stay positive as possible and finding some way to make it that he could life happily and she was managing to still pull through for her loved one. Behind the scenes she wasn’t going to give up on him, even getting herself tested to see if she’d be a match for him. It was excruciating waiting for the results, but in the end it was worth it.
Probably through some twist of fate they actually came back positive; that’s when she made the decision to make him live no matter what. Everything she was building up for this reason, in a weird way it gave her a form of peace; the struggles at home weren’t as bad as she thought, the bullying was something she could handle. Everyday she look at the results and ready herself, she was going to kill herself on the day they only had a few cranes left or if his condition suddenly turned for the worse.
On the last couple of cranes she would have used the test resolves as her paper even writing on the bottom of one of them a small ‘Good luck with your operation, I’ll be rooting for you!’. She even left her parent’s house early to rush over to the hospital and leave them with him, it was a bit disheartening that he was busy with some more testing but they let her leave the cranes for him when he came back. She’d rush back to school even through the snow and completed to what she thought was going to be her last day of school.
At one point Julia had fallen asleep during school, normally she would have scolded herself for this, but it also gave her one last time to visit her first best friend. It was to her surprise though that she was talking about moving soon and that she was going to miss her. Honestly it was something Julia was hoping for, she knew no matter what that when she died her best friend’s story would go along with her. But more than anything she was afraid of ripping her away from her happy life. Maybe this was some sign that what Julia was about to do was the right thing to do; the end of her chapter.
So standing on at the rooftop afterschool, Julia didn’t have any regrets up till this point, only while standing on the rooftop she found that one was resurfacing. Obviously it was way to late at this point, but she wished she could have a least told him how she felt about him; then again it would probably make this way harder than it had to be. It probably was confusing to everyone else than those two; he’d be the only one with her ‘suicide note’ and the rest of the world who found out about this would think it would be due to some bullying, or home situation. It wasn’t like she was purposeless trying to set it up this way, but she didn’t mind.
At least her death was able to save someone she loved..
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- DANAVA OF IMAGINATION & REALITYSYCROSS COSTELLOI. Basic Information
» Name: Currently the Danava of Imagination and Reality goes by the name of 'Sycross Costello', it was the name which had been given to him once he was recycled and given life anew. As he was brought back into the world he had trouble remembering what his life was like in the past, in the back of his mind he felt that there had been something more to him but he couldn't put his finger on it. But the demon decided that he needed a name that he would be able to go by, for a long time he went through numerous different aliases- but after a close friend whom he met he decided to respect their memory by permanently making their name his. He carries this name in high regard, if it were his name perhaps he truly wouldn't care what others thought or said of it... but to live in the memory of his fallen friend he shall not allow anyone to trample on such a name.
Over time the demon has come to remember certain pieces of information, such as the name given to him when he was first born into the world. The name of "Adael Incoporus" was a name that some held in high regard, and that others wished it would just disappear. It was a name given to him by his summoners, they based it on the concepts in which he was forged in. He was given the name Adael, meaning "God witnesses", this said due to his summoner believing that he was the one to witness the birth of a new world in which he would be their 'God'. Incoporus was the surname given due to his concepts being vague and incorporeal, as is the idea of imagination.
He does not go by his name even though he has remembered it, he believes that the bond he made with a dear friend was more important to him than a few words made by crazy lunatics, and he shall continue to believe that.
» Titles: Over the ages he has been given a variety of sobriquets and pseudonyms, though many have been forgotten and the ones which are remembered are have not been used in an extremely long time: Lord, Fallen, Deus, and Sketchbook. All of these names have their own origins, some more interesting and viable than others. Though the names which have been forgotten by his mind seemed to likely be gone forever, perhaps he shall one day remember it all.
Both 'Lord' and 'Fallen' were nicknames which were given to him by the demon clan which brought him into existence. He was revered by the people in the clan, they thought that he would be the key to them winning the war and becoming the leaders of the demon realm. Because of this they referred to him as 'Lord Adael', very few in the clan were allowed to speak his name without the honorific or title- though this was not because he enforced the rule, it was the head of the clan which did so. The latter name was given to him after he had been sealed away and was no longer with them, they made multiple prophecies talking about how 'the fallen one would return', or perhaps they would speak of him orally. Until the very last clansmen they worshiped him and believed that one day he would come back to them, and they would resume their conquering of the realm.
On the other hand 'Deus' was a name given to him by the people who were in his inner world. When the davana got bored he decided to create his own world and people in the blank void of his inner world, this gave birth to cultures and things like he never expected to happen. Though they seemed to be unified under one religion for some reason or another, it was a common and accepted fact that someone whom they called 'Deus' made the world they lived in. Therefore while it was not a name that someone directly spoke to him as, it was a title given to him by the fact he merely existed.
Though on a brighter note, the name 'Sketchbook' was something given to him by the dear friend whose name he took upon their death. Once seeing what he could do, his friend who was an artist, decided that a fitting name to call him was Sketchbook. Much like the artist, the Danava's canvas was the world and his paint was his imagination, and so kindly and lovingly he was referred to as Sketchbook. As corny of a name as it was, Sycross couldn't help but love it more than any of the aforementioned names; the other ones were titles that he had been called by, none of them had true emotion behind the words. He loved this name because it was not a title, it was a nickname given to him, and for that he shall forever hold it dear.
» Age: Time is fluid for most people, the perception of time is something that is at a constant and for very few people can they actually stop the process of aging. If it were possible for Sycross to remember his past life he could likely call back to a time when the area in the demon realm he was born in consisted of city-states, which would be around 30,000 years ago. So in total he'd be about 30,000 years old, he spent a long time in his inner world but time kept moving for him. However due to the fact he died and was recycled, at this current day and age he will say he is only about 572 years old, but if you were to count his age as one time from start until now he'd be a total of 31,729 years old.
But on the other hand he does not look like he has aged a day past his twenties, a man who could even be considered a grown adult yet not an elder. Someone who was on the climax of life was far past the age which one would assume by just walking past him on the street.
» Gender: Both before being recycled and after his from has taken that of a male, his voice masculine yet soft spoken of course. Just by taking a glance and the danava you can immediately tell that he has a penis, or at the very least looks like someone who should have one. This guy is in no shape or form androgynous, perhaps the only thing about him that could be considered feminine would be his pale skin- not pale in the unhealthy way. Though in the end Sycross is someone who couldn't give a hell about gender, rather than looking at you with such a label he'd look at someone as a person. Though... that does not mean he doesn't like women, in fact he loves them!... Yep, male.
» Affiliation/Rank: At this current point in time Sycross is not with any group or faction, he is currently a rogue and nothing else. Though he is not against joining a group or being apart of something, if one were to bring to his attention the prospect of joining something then he'd definitely give it a thought if it happened to be something that honestly interested and intrigued him. Though he isn't the type to like to take orders, so perhaps that would be a problem with any group he joined.
» Shifter Appearance Written: Over the years Sycross hasn't seemed to age at all, the man has always had a constant appearance. He stands at the average height of five foot eleven inches, depending on where you are in the world this could either make him below or above average in height, for those using another system he'd be standing at a total of 180 CM. He has a slender figure, not being petite but for as strong as he could be he doesn't seem like there is a ton of muscle mass on him, while his muscles are relatively toned he has never been a muscle buff. Sycross weighs in at around 164 pounds or if you'd rather, 74 kilograms, while some might say it's a surprising weight for his size he does have a small amount of muscle mass on his body no matter how small.
On the top of his head lays softly his silver hair, it flows longly and goes down his back, his hair is soft and smooth- though most of the time Sycross doesn't find a reason to brush or comb it so even on it's best days it seems a bit wild and unkempt. Speaking of which, most of the time Sycross will keep his hair in a ponytail near the top of his head where most of his hair tends to hang, near the front of his face his bangs tend to sometimes get in his eyes but sometimes they are parted. The sides of his hair is where his hair tends to fall down onto his shoulders sine not all of it can stretch up all the way to the ponytail to be kept.
Right under his bangs lay his eyes, both of them a fluorescent purple that seems to match a lot of the rest of his attire. Directly on his face on the left eye is a mark which moves down from his forehead, an arrow going straight through the eyelid and down only to move off to the side. Sycross does not know the reason for which he has this, he assumed perhaps it was some side effect of him being recycled, or perhaps if his body stayed the same maybe it was something that he had received previously in life. Either way, for as long as he could remember, he had alway had the mark on his face and didn't know any other reason as to why it would be there.
For the most part while in his shifter form he tends to wear a classy white dress shirt made of pure silk. On the edge of the shirt where the buttons lay follows up a long purple line, going all the way from the bottom of the shirt to meet where his color lays, the buttons themselves matching the ones on his vest with a metal texture. The cuffs of the shirt happen to have the same texture, while having a silk feeling on each side they are shown as purple- though most of the time are not able to be seen due to the coat which he wears, though we'll get to that later. Around his collar lays a sleek black tie, near the top of the tie is a purple gem with golden etchings around the embedded gem.
Above the shirt is a purple vest which covers all the way around his back, though cutting off where the shoulders meet the sleeves. The vest is made of a thicker, yet similar silk material- whereas the shirt itself feels as if it was relatively thin. Much like with the purple lining of the dress shirt, the vest itself where it falls around the tie and color has black edges, the area in which the buttons meet happens to be the same with the long black lines following up on either side of the vest. The buttons of the vest itself as states are made up of a metal material, thick enough to not be bent but still out of a thick metallic material.
Finally, on the top of the vest is a long coat which seems to go all the way down to the back of his knees, or perhaps even a little longer than that if he were to hunch down a bit. The coat itself is made out of a similar material as the vest, but with a less constricting feeling of course. The white coat goes all the way up and pops up much like a collar would, near the shoulders lay two guards with golden edges, while following down all the way to the cuff of the jacket lays a black fabric with golden edges- much like how the rest of his coat near the front happens to have golden edges.
Though luckily for him, the pants he wears is nowhere near as constricting as his upper body happens to be. Wearing white dress pants, made with a silk fabric like his shirt though is much more akin to the fabric of his vest when considering the thickness of the material. Pockets lay on both sides of course, though the stitching is made in such a way where he can bend in any which way and the pants themselves are not likely to rip- expert sewing! Following all the way down are two simple dress shoes, a slick black and comfortable padding inside of the shoe itself, laced up tightly on the top of the shoe is two long and black laces.
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» True Appearance Written: Most of the time Sycross tends to look the same, the only time in which his appearance has really changed happens to be when he changes his form into his true form, his demon form. In this states he still stands at the average height of five foot and eleven inches, and at the same time his slender figure has not changed much no matter how one might perceive it, the muscle mass staying the same which leaves him at a total of 164 pounds. His figure for the most part has stayed the same even when he is in this form, nothing physically has happened nor does he really grow any type of horns nor anything else of the sort, for the most part he looks relatively humanoid.
In this form some might say his hair is even more wild than before, if the other one was wild and unkempt then this one can be considered a complete disaster. It looks as if no one had taken a brush through it in years, being the same silver color and as smooth as ever it is flung wildly to the side, his bangs hanging low yet to the side and in the middle as to not obstruct the man's sight. Unlike last time, his hair is not even long enough to warrant something like a pony tail, barely even going half-way down his neck, his hair is practically the same, just much shorter whenever he happens to shift into this form.
The two orbs in his face, or in other words his eyes, happens to be one of the few things that look non-humanoid in this form; and even then if one wanted to they could get an eyeball tattoo which could give them black scleras. Though much like his original form, his eyes have stayed the same purple color in, nothing about his irises happens to change at all- the only notable difference is that one is a slightly brighter purple than the other. Much like before the other constant thing happens to be the thing on the left side of his face, the long line which goes down his forehead all the way across his eyelid before scooting over to the left onto his cheek is still there. Though it makes him curious why such a mark is still like this even though he has changed from his true form, he doesn't know what influenced it to be there in any way.
Covering his entire body is some form of suit, more akin to something like body armor, Sycross has worn this for the longest of times- the suit itself being a sleek black. Here and there are breaks in the armor which leaves space for a purple fabric, and near the legs especially there are places where on the edges are also a purple color. Near the center of his chest is a glowing gem which is embedded into the suit itself, the gem itself seems to be glowing as well as being an indent into the body armor, therefore not protruding outwards for anything to catch or press against it.
Even though the body suit happens to go all the way down his arms, on the top of the body suit specifically near the chest and arm area he wears a long jacket which much like before has a flip up collar which follows all the way around his head. The jacket itself is intricately designed with lines, the jacket being mostly black with some lines following around the edge and covering across the arms in purple. Once going all the way down the sleeves you find the end where the purple lines meet and faded into a black cuff, the jacket itself being sleek as can be. The fabric seemingly made out of something similar from his jacket in the last form, being as constriction-less as possible.
On his hands Sycross wears padded gloves, the palm itself being padded with some type of gel which allows him to touch and hold things along with moving his hands without any kind of constriction. Near the top however, especially on his knuckles, are padding in a similar fashion as to what coves his entire body, the same type of hard body armor covering them. Though between his hands and the armor itself is the same padding gel covering his hands, as to keep his knuckles as free from injury as could possible be. The black gloves follow along to where the fingers are, similarly padded in both armor and gel alike they area purple color all the way down through his fingertips.
Beneath the suit itself is some clothes, a black shirt which sleeves follow all the way down his arms and is made out of a similar silk fabric. Beneath lays a pair of black pants which are not dress pants yet are made out of a smooth fabric, not cotton nor any rough type of material. Having pockets here and there leaves space for him to put things were he to bother to take off the suit itself. Near the bottom he does not have any shoes on mainly due to the fact the body suit itself have boots at the bottom, though he does wear a pair of socks underneath to prevent any kind of blistering.
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II. Personality
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◎ Active If he isn't doing something, then he is wasting time- and that is something he loathes more than anything. The demon must always be doing something, he loves being active and moving around- whether it is out going for a walk, reading a book, or just fiddling with his hands. Whenever Sycross isn't moving his mind wanders off into other places, his imagination will fly free and go in whatever direction it can be pulled. If he isn't doing something then he will definitely find something to do, whether it is going around and straightening things up or if it is simply drawing a piece of notebook paper and pencil before starting a sketch, he is a man who likes to constantly be on a mission, though because of this it does sometimes give him problems paying attention to what he was doing at the moment or whenever people are trying to talk to him, which can lead into misunderstandings.
To some extent Sycross has ADHD, he is a person who tends to wander off task, sometimes lacking persistence and has difficulty sustaining focus on one singular task. But this is most commonly seen with day-to-day things, whenever he sets out to do something, if it is important, he will make sure to do the task until it is finished to completion. This has lead into a problem of time management, whenever it is something he sets out to do and becomes obsessive over it then he will do it to the extreme, sometimes spending an ungodly amount of time on the things he has to do. On some projects he has been known to spend days upon days on whatever it is he is doing or fidgeting with at the moment, when in all likelihood he will probably forget about it within five hours of even finishing it. In reality the one thing that he truly chases afterwards is the feeling of satisfaction that awaits him once knowing he has finished something, it is a feeling unlike any other- at least to him. It's something that he craves, and forever will crave as long as he walks the world.
◎ Calm Perhaps a bit different form other people, Sycross is a person who tends to try and keep himself together at all times. When pushing his buttons just the right way it is definitely possible for someone to get on his bad side and aggravate him to the point he gets aggressive. But as long as someone doesn't push them in the right order then it's more than likely that he will not respond violently in any way, shape, or form. He believes someone who can keep a neutral expression is way more valuable than someone who let's their emotions drive them, and furthermore he is someone who believes their surroundings effect them. If he were in a group of people, it would give them more confidence if they were to see someone who was able to keep their cool no matter what they were doing, being able to see someone who at the best and at the worst of times managed to get the job done and get it done perfectly.
He spends his time doing things that are calming to him, he normally puts time aside every single day to do something such as meditation. He believes a calm mind leads to a sound soul, therefore he hates things that cause discord within himself and within a group. Whenever a problem occurs and he has the time to think of a solution rather than doing something on the fly, he will separate himself from the situation to take the time to consider all of his options so that he can go in with a purpose. He separates his response from the stimulus which he was given, if one were to cause a problem with him he would retreat to think of the best course of action before just deciding what to do for himself. He believes that if one did things without considering all the facts then he can put in jeopardy every single thing that he has worked so hard for, all of his time wasted.
◎ Cooperative While yes he is a person who believes he is always right and knows best, he also is smart enough to know when he is over his head and cannot do something alone. But in truth he loves working with people, after all when working with someone that means there are meat shields he can use when danger is inco-... E-Er, that means they can help each other if the time were to come that they needed to do things such as fighting or sharing information... Yeah, that's what was meant. A lot of things in life you can't do on your own, sometimes you need outside help and he can understand that, he is able to work in a group with people he trusts. The only problems comes in when he is having to work with someone he does not trust, whenever being around them he would always be looking over his shoulder and watching them- he would be skeptical on why they even bothered to be working with him and what they could possibly gain. Trusts is a huge problem that he has, he is not someone that could blindly trust them on the faith that they have no reason to back stab or betray him.
With all that said, even if he doesn't trust someone he does understand when doing things alone that there is a possibility he could be overwhelmed- whether it was the amount of work he had to do, or if he was fighting and the enemies were too great in strength or in number. He understands his own weakness and knows that other people could easily come to fill in the gaps where he lacks- but this has lead to an obsession of bettering himself every single day, he wants to get to a point where he has absolutely no weakness and he doesn't need the help for anyone to do a single thing. This is something he wishes for, this is something that he constantly trains both his mind and body to work on- he doesn't even want the help of his eternal partner, if he could do everything all on his own then he would!
◎ Empathetic This is a trait of Sycross that most people will never in a million years get to see, or believe that it even exists within him. It's a secret side of him that is very rarely shown to anyone, part of Sycross has come to disgust this about himself and believes that it is weakness. But when there is someone that he comes to truly care about, he will be incredibly caring and kind towards them whether they are going through strife or not, whether they are on the greener side of the grass or if the grass where they stand has withered and died. When someone has seen this side of him they will come to realize that he truly can care for someone, it's just that when someone is alone for so long it hardens their heart and it becomes near impossible to show emotion. Showing this side of him has become hard, perhaps it is because he is either secretly afraid of getting hurt or believes that if other people see the side of him that they will judge him for it.
By some miracle if he cares enough for a person to try and be there for them whenever they are having problems, it is likely they are talking to this side of him rather than the normal one which is shown to most people. In truth he is a good listener, if one wanted to talk about their problems then he would care to listen if they needed an ear- if there was a problem which they could not handle alone then he would do whatever was within his power to help them. He will constantly be looking out for the person, if they were suffering or in need of a lift, in emotional pain or being physical hurt; he would make sure that through thick and thin that at the very least they could say he was by his side and that they were never alone. But again, for him to become so attached to them, they must have known each other for a long time! He doesn't show this side off to people he just met, after all.
◎ Hardworking Possibly tying into him being passionate about something, whenever he sets his mind on something he will continue to work on it.He is not only willing, but he wants to do the work and wants to do it right; he is always efficient on things such as showing up on time and getting the job within the duration that he has been given. Perhaps this is just a way for him to pass his time, such as when he was stuck within his own inner world it led him to being an incredibly diligent person in governing his world. He would make sure things were constantly happening whether it was day or night in the world, whether it was supposed to be a peaceful or violent time for the people that lived there something would always be going on. He made sure that the gears turned and that they turned the right way, and if there was a nail which stuck up too high in the board then he would slam it down with all of his might, after all as being a hard working person he needed to make sure the time he spent working on this world didn't go to waste.
If he were working a job he would make sure that he would not only show up on time, but that he would arrive as early as he possibly could. He would make a point to never be the last person to show up or to do something, and if by some miracle he managed to fail completely at what he was doing then he would beat himself up at much as he could until he eventually felt like he has atoned for messing up, after all not doing things correctly wastes time and that is something he hates to do. Sycross is a self-motivated person, he is the type of person who would sweep the floor if he happens to just see that it was dirty and needed to be cleaned. He is someone who will take the initiative on something whether the person at the top tells him to do it or not, then again most of the time he hates being told what to do so perhaps if someone told him to do something he would go out of his way to not do.
◎ Incisive Most of the time Sycross can seem to be a reserved, quiet person- this stems from the fact that he is an analytical thinker and tends to go off on tangents within his own mind while observing things. He likes to get to the bottom of things, the thing that self-motivates him is curiosity of how things work or perhaps the curiosity of what would happen were he to do things thing or another. The danava detests when things have contradictions or do not make any sense by his logic, if something didn't click in his brain then he would keep trying until whatever he could not grasp previously was easily understandable. He believes himself to have a sharp intellect, a mind that can quickly and effectively grasp patterns, principles, and structures- he wishes to one day be able to understand how the world itself works, how the multi-verses can co-exist and not clash into one another and what powers managed to force everything into a perfect clockwork which makes the universe as we know it.
Sycross will see overt emotion as a weakness, something that he should distrust. This leads him to believe that if it came down to a situation where a decision needed to be made right then and there, that the person who showed such weakness would let their emotions get in the way of what they should do. Most of the time he is a flexible person, he is able to work around things if they happen to get in his way or form some kind of roadblock that would give other people problems. If there was something prohibiting his access from where he is to where he needed to go he wouldn't give a second thought to breaking the rules to get to where he needs to be, this has lead to a bad habit of his- the thrill of improvisation. It brings him a feeling that is closer to ecstasy rather than satisfaction when he just does something off the fly and does it great.
◎ Outspoken He believes that what he said should be heard, Sycross is never afraid to look at someone and let them know what he is thinking. He is a very opinionated person and will point out things he believes needs to be pointed out. This is both a good and a bad trait, while being able to voice your opinion is a good skill it starts becoming bad when one does it in a manner that is blunt and tactless to another person. It can get to a point where he does not agree with someone or does not agree with something, and he will point out it's flaws and be incredibly brutal with it, he doesn't care that someone else has feelings when he believes something needs to be said.
This likely stems from when he was younger, when the demon clan summoned him and made him their 'Lord'. His opinion was asked on almost everything, this caused him to some sort of inflated ego when he walks around, believing if it is needed then he would speak out against something no matter what. Most of the time he is okay with just speaking his mind and dropping the subject, very few times does it ever reach the point where it becomes a fight, he just believes that if one was to have a conversation with another, or talk to them about some kind of plan or action that their opinion is wanted on the matter. Besides, if their opinion wasn't wanted why would they ask in the first place?
◎ Passionate Whenever Sycross gets into something he can become adrenalized over it, if something catches his eyes he can come to find himself working on it almost non-stop if it were possible. Whether it was a project, another person, or perhaps even a cause in which he can find his faith in, then he will fight for it until the day he dies or stops believing. Were he to become passionate about the cause of a group he would come to believe in it's word, thinking that whatever they were doing was for a common goal whether it was a good one or a bad one. If it were a person he would come to believe that they could do not wrong and would follow them to the ends of the earth if need be. If he were to become passionate about a project of his, he will complete it to a point everything was done and complete exactly as he wanted.
This turns into him being a perfectionist about every single little thing that he does. Because of this he tends to thing it is either right or wrong, perfect or a disaster, he will think in one extreme or the other rather than seeing the characteristics of people and situations. If someone were rude or mean he would think "They are mean," instead of, "They can sometimes be mean." It comes to a point that he rarely can trust someone to do a task correct, some might see him as a micro-manager or a control-freak when in reality he just sees his actions as wanting to get the job done right. Sycross always tends to fixate on something that he messed up rather than looking at all the things he did right, tis leads him to procrastinating or avoiding situations where he thinks he might not excel, secretly this just means that he is afraid he will fail at the task and his rationale becomes, "I probably won't be able to do it like I want to do it, so what should I bother doing it at all?"
◎ Principled Sycross, believe it or not, does work off some principle or another. Though one would be wrong to assume that these principles are morally just or righteous, he is a person who drums to his own beat and follows his own set of rules. While these principles might not be morally correct, at the very least he does stay constant on what he happens to believe.
His principles are based on his own morality and what he happens to believe in, Sycross has an alignment of true neutral and most of the time will not lean to either side. He knows what is right and wrong, he has no evil nor good tendencies, he is likely to kill someone, but at the same time is just as likely to save them. Most of the time he will look past morality and weigh the options on if they would benefit him the most or what he just happens to feel like in that moment. He would not be the type to needlessly kill someone, if they get in his way or hinder him any shape or fashion then perhaps he would abandon or get rid of them if needed.
◎ Protective There are very few people in this world the Sycross actually comes to care about, the idea of camaraderie is a foreign concept to Sycross. Beyond that the idea of coming to 'love' someone is something that has never even bothered to come to his mind. He became an incredibly lonely person when he was stuck in his inner world for over 20,000 years, he became someone that tried to keep people and things as far away as they could possibly be. If he continued to care about things in his previous life outside of his inner world he knew he would constantly think of them, so for his own sanity and the sanity of his eternal partner he dejected himself from them, bringing himself to no longer care about them to save his own sanity- which didn't work, by the by.
But if he happens to come to care for a person he will be extremely protective over them, if something or another were to put them in harm's way then he'd do everything within his power to stop it by any mean's necessary. On the other hand if he were to come protective over an object or item he would make sure that it was always in his hands. He wouldn't even think of the possibility that anyone else could get it, the mere thought that the thing he currently has which is his and his alone could be in the hands of another person. If one were to try and injure someone or something, or take someone or something, he would go through hell and back to make sure he got what he deserved for daring to even look at his property the wrong way.
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» Likes
◎ Caffeine This is easily one of the greatest creations in the history of the many realms, caffeine is something that Sycross has been known to constantly be drinking or sipping on. For a man who hates wasting time above everything else this is a godsend, something that allows him to keeps his energy and stay awake for as long as possible. Something that allows him to spend more energy than he is given, something that he can drink and has the ability to taste good! This is truly a creation that only the gods themselves should be allowed to have, yet is gifted to lowly commoners... perhaps he should try to change that one day.
◎ Drawing Imagination is a fickle thing; ideas will pop in your head and within seconds your attention will be taken elsewhere and just like that they are gone. One thing that he occupied his time with while being trapped was drawing, he would draw whatever came to mind! He loves the feeling of holding a pencil in his hand and letting the pencil's lead flow across the paper as it starts to form into a grandiose picture, whether it be something that looks professional or if it looks like an amateur just threw something on there. He believes the drawing is a true expression of creativity and imagination, something that anyone can do no matter the skill level, something like this brings him happiness. It's one of the few things that someone can bring up to him, and no matter who the person is he can get to talking with them and it will continue and flow! He spent a lot of his time after being recycled with an artist, he came to enjoy this man's drawings and asked him how to teach Sycross how to draw as well as he did- the number one tip he was given was to practice, practice, practice. So he can always, no matter on what day or where he is, be found with a pencil and a sketchbook.
◎ Music Yet again another perfect example of one using their imagination flow onto something, while Sycross has never been into making music, he loves listening to it. Music much like drawing or even writing is something that comes from the imagination and flows out onto a paper, but unlike the other two things they are not figures nor letters just written on a page. Music is something that once written down, someone can play it and the sounds can fill the air with a symphony that can give even the scroogiest of scrooges to stand up and dance, or at the very least smile while listening to it. Whether he hates you or loves you, if you were someone who could make music to some extent at the very least he'd respect your talent and the abilities that have been gifted to you, for the ability to express your imagination in such a way is at the very least impressive to him. He loves to put on music while he is writing or drawing, or perhaps he will put in ear buds while just going for a walk... though this does lead into the problem of him not paying attention to his surroundings.
◎ Rain There is an odd calmness that comes from standing in the rain, Sycross loves taking off his glove and holding his hand out to let the rain touch his bare skin, the cold yet warm feeling that comes from being outside in the rain. The only part that he could do without is the feeling that he is left afterwards, the feeling of being drenched and soaking wet- the feeling of when his clothes are heavy and his hair is wet and stuck to his head, when it heavily hangs and is hard to keep up. On the other hand he loves staying inside on a rainy day, he loves being inside and hearing the rain as it storms outside, puddling up somewhere on the outside as he can hear either the heavy or soft dripping that echoes throughout the house. He'd rather the sky be cloudy and cool than the sun be out, of course when the sun is out he is drenched... but that's in sweat, he believes rain is much more pleasant than being smelly and stinky.
◎ Reading Filling the paper of a book between your thumbs is something that Sycross will never get old of, flipping through the paper and hearing the sound of it as turns. Whenever he reads a book his mind is able to flow and go elsewhere, his imagination is able to take him to places that otherwise he would never be able to go. Books are also constructed upon the genius of another person's imagination, the concept of a book is something that is held near and dear to someone such as him. While he hates wasting time, he believes that if his time is spent reading a book then it is impossible for the idea that he wasted a single second to even cross his mind. It is not a waste of time to sit down and read a book, to let your mind grow and let it go elsewhere to travel the expansive world that is your mind. To be able to read and to go to another place, a place that you don't have to stand up and walk to, a place that when you go there it doesn't cost a single cent of your money, a place that when you get there anything could happen. He wishes that when he was stuck for majority of his life in his inner world he had things like books that he could of been reading, otherwise the things that he made in his world would never of existed- in fact the things inside the books would of taken their places on the canvas rather than the places and the people that were actually there.
» Dislikes
✘ Being Ordered Around He has always been his own boss, Sycross has always been the person who has told himself what to do and has never let someone force him to do one thing or another. If he has ever done something it is because he wanted to do it, if someone had ever forced him to do something or if he had no other choice he would act as if he truly wanted to do that thing. He wouldn't dare give them the satisfaction of telling him what to do, that was a privilege given to him and him alone. But if by some miracle he is forced to do something he didn't want to do, he would go out of his way to make sure that whatever it was the person wanted done was not by any means close to what they wanted. Had he been ordered to clean the floor, he by some miracle would make sure that scatted all across the floor was more dirt than there had been before, making it so that if someone were to come back behind him to have to clean it up it would be even harder to complete the job. He does not like authority, but on the other hand he loves it when he gets to order other people around, a bad hypocritical trait of the danava.
✘ Incivility Being civil is important, this is why whenever Sycross presents himself to other people in the public he tries his best to look as good as he can... apart from his hair. Whenever speaking to someone he tries to be as correct and precise with his words as possible, he would make sure that he is standing up straight and looking them in the eye. He tries to be as polite as he can to other people, so at the very least he would expect the same kind of treatment from others as he gives them. Whenever he meets someone that is not civil, and in fact has bad manners, he wouldn't why away from the confrontation of telling them what was wrong and how best to fix it. If someone went out into public looking like a slob then he would tell them how he felt, if he felt they looked like a slob then they should be treated like that. Had someone came up to him acting like a barbarian, then he is going to treat them like so. Though this does not mean he is against fighting, in fact he believes that fighting is one of the quickest and most civil ways to end a problem.
✘ Liars Sycross has a huge problem trusting people, it is something that he has always had and believes that no matter what happens he will always have a tough time when it comes to looking someone in the eye and taking them for what they said. No matter who the person is he always likes to be prepared for if they were trying to betray him, are trying to go back on what they said, or perhaps are just toying with him. In return he has a huge hate for people who lie, they are the scum of the scum of the earth. To some extent he understands why people lie, after all it is something that if needed he would do! He would lie and lie, lie some more, lie a bit over here and lie a bit over there. Whenever he is doing it he doesn't care at all, but the moment that someone else dares to try and lie to him the mere thought infuriates him. If he knows that someone is trying to lie to him he will try his hardest to catch them in that lie and corner them, he would force the liar to admit they were lying and why the heck they would have to lie to him in the first place. He would make their life miserable, he would make them regret for daring to not tell him the truth!
✘ The Heat He hates sweating, he wishes that things were never hot and they always stayed at a cool climate- after all he would sweat a lot less if it was always cool. He wonders sometimes if it would be possible for him to just get read of the sun itself, he remembers back in a place where it was never hot, the cold climate of his inner world. He doesn't understand! Why do people like it sunny? If there was a person who used fire as an ability he would absolutely despise them, but it would be less of a real hatred and more of a childish joke and scoff as to why they would have such an appalling ability, wouldn't using it cause them to be in harm's way of overheating? The bottom line is this, he hates sweating, he hates the heat, he hates the sun, and he wishes that they would all just go away and die in a hole!
✘ Wasting Time This is something that Sycross absolutely despises, whenever the thought that he is just wasting his time passes crosses his mind he would immediately go to do something. Whether it was going for a walk, meditating, drawing, reading, talking to someone, or literally anything else in the world- he'd rather do that than sit around and do nothing. The thought of taking his time to go out for a nap unless he needed sleep otherwise he was going to pass out never crossed his mind, he would rather spend his time having his hands on something or doing something- freaking anything! To him time is a resource that you can never get back, it is something that you have and it's something that every single second that passes a small chunk of it is gone and it is gone forever, you can never get that second back. And eventually all of these seconds that you come to waste will eventually form into an hour, an hour will form into a day, a day will form into a week, a week will form into a month, a month will form into a year, a year will form into the rest of your life! The thought of wasting his entire life not doing a single thing plagues him every single day. Sycross hates it when he does something and he comes to find out all the work he did was a waste of time, whatever he was trying to do didn't work out in the end or someone turned their back on him- to him this is the worst way you can wrong him. If he isn't on the move then something is wrong, if he doesn't have something his hands then something is wrong, if he has stopped caring about wasting his time then he has completely given up on everything.Coding Altered From: [THEFROST]'s - Image One
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A Foreign Sun *
I never thought I'd see
You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust Oh don’t change ever No don’t change There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun my eyes thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust
Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go
You’re like Gold Dust
You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust Oh don’t change ever No don’t change There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun my eyes thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust
Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go
You’re like Gold Dust
Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go
You’re like Gold Dust
You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust Oh don’t change ever No don’t change There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go You’re like Gold Dust It rains over me A foreign sun my eyes thought I’d never see You’re like Gold Dust
Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go Keep coming down that street There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go
You’re like Gold Dust
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