They had travelled from a distant land, drawn by reveries of a forest they had never seen and the promise of disclosure. It was the eight week after the winter solstice and everything was buried under a shroud of white snow. And underneath the pitiless moonlight, pierced by the cruel breath of the keen north wind, Varhmiel came into the world as his mother breathed her last.taciturn; principled; saturnine
intuitive; condescending; sarcastic
cautious; self-conscious; aloof
´is banished to a prison dimension, that perceptually repeats the same day as when banished
´possesses the ability of atmokinesis and it is directly linked to his current emotional nature
´is a heir of an omnipotent moonstone, allowing him to satisfy his every desire
´has amber eyes that look gold in the light due to his angel bloodacquaintances
It's been a really long time since I've been here, but I often think about and miss the Endless Forest. Recently I've thought about my character's name and back story and realized that the name didn't really work, so I changed it from Adrien to Cypress. If anyone would be interested in roleplaying with Cypress, I would be happy to. <3
tho the forest is quiet and still,
I'm still here.
tho the birds songs are gone silent and the water has still,
I'm still here.
when you feel alone and the your path seems thin,
I'm still here.
no matter which way the wind blows,
I am always here.
