▐▐ NAME>> I Always Come Back - Nicknamed "Will"
▐▐ SPECIES>> Kimeti
▐▐ GENDER>> Male
▐▐ PARENTS>> N/A
▐▐ BREEDING>> He's very fussy. Roleplay only.
▐▐ DESCRIPTION>> I Always Come Back is an unsettling kin with exposed and permanently bleeding parts of his body. He smells like he is decomposing, his eyes glowing uncannily constantly. He smiles often, but there is nothing amicable about it, his exposed teeth razor sharp and uneven, with one broken on one side of his face. His voice is at odds with his appearance, sonorous and intelligent, with a reassuring quality that is almost fatherly. It is difficult to judge if he means harm or not. Though appearing similar to a rabbit's, his ears are entirely prehensile. He can use them to manipulate tasks.
He is of indeterminate age, a little silvery in his fur in places, but wholly fit and capable.
▐▐ PERSONALITY>> Keenly intelligent, I Always Come Back is capable of creating strange and horrifying inventions when he is so inclined. Due to a loss in his past, he is utterly obsessed with understanding the swamp's magic and is entirely willing to do anything it takes to place it into his possession. He wants to overcome mortality, learn how to reverse ageing and put souls back into their previous vessels (or new ones).
He was an entertainer kin once and retained this charismatic streak and talent set, though, in recent years, it has become partially obscured with anger and irritation. The closer he grows to his goals, the more impatient he becomes to obtain them. He relies on his companions to do his dirty work, enlisting other kin who share his end goal to work alongside him. He is capable of an absolute lack of empathy and sees little issue with disposing of those who stand in his way.
He is a deceiving character by nature, and most who meet him do not encounter his innermost self, presented instead with the appearance of a half-rabid creature, which is almost impossible to imagine being capable of conversation, let alone careful invention and the creation of new things. He has many faces and identities; reaching his heart takes a special kind of kin.
He has a very long-standing feud with his old parter whose twins he murdered.
<<CERT▐▐
L i n k
<<LYRICS>>
Trapped in our own disguises
Cut free but soulless still
Our dreams are haunted by the
Ghosts we kill
Identities of silence
In search of cheaper scares
We're all surrounded by the
Masks we wear
- Masks - Aviators -
▐▐ FAMILIAR NAME>> Spring
▐▐ FAMILIAR PERSONALITY>> Smiling, friendly and oblivious to the malicious nature of his master.
▐▐ FAMILIAR NAME>> Moon
▐▐ FAMILIAR PERSONALITY>> Moves silently and observes keenly, hard to notice until it is too late.
▐▐ FAMILIAR NAME>> Bowled Over
▐▐ FAMILIAR PERSONALITY>> Playful, cheery, a chunky and cuddly bunny.
▐▐ NAMING DREAM>>
A voice. "I exist."
A tree.
A tree of flesh and bone, reaching up and up forever. Dreams hung upon its boughs, wishes drawn up through its roots. It waits, and it breathes, living and unliving all at once.
One day, in summer, lightning strikes its trunk, and the damage is so severe that, for a time, it seems the eternal tree might finally die.
A voice. "I return"
Instead, it restarts again, begins again, and grows through the seasons, but something is different. There is corruption, the trauma has changed how the tree grows, the dreams are now nightmares, and the wishes become hateful acts. It is still living and unliving all at once.
It bears terrible fruit.
And yet, it seems to grow more vital than ever, a changed and twisted thing. When lightning next strikes, it reaches out its clawed branches further than before. The darkness flows from it to the sky, to the earth. It has become a vein, an artery, a heart. It lives, and yet it does not.
A voice. "I always come back."
<<ROLEPLAY▐▐