Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-36159587-20190421182621/@comment-36159587-20191126231505

Name: ??

*Nickname(s): The Eighth (originally), the Seventh, 0RES VIII (originally), 0RES VII

*Age: ???

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Unimportant

Status: Deceased.

Species: Questionable species

*Deity They Work For: None.

Appearance: The Seventh was androgynous to the point of his gender being repeatedly questioned, with wide (in length), narrow (in height) eyes with soft pink eyes and light fair skin that would sometimes turn into an unhealthy paleness. Though he was still a child at the time, he appeared to be quite mature, often with a small reassuring smile. A tuft of his violet hair lightly fell over his forehead. His hair was long but also very soft and viable to floating, with the back being especially puffy. The tufts of hair between his face and ears were tied loosely, with the left tied in a lower position than the right, and his hair was braided the rest of the way past his shoulder.

In addition to girly features, the Seventh retained an extremely light body weight far below what it should have been, even if he was shorter than most of the other 0RES at the time. He often wore medic robes with no particular color scheme and boots.

Personality: The Seventh, on the surface, appeared to be nothing short of selfless. A Gary Stue, even, if you will, but the type that wasn’t disliked.

Of course, if one looks into it, selflessness is in itself a weakness. The Seventh was kind and constantly looking for the good in everything and everyone. He was willing to do anything to help others, which means he would have allowed himself to be stabbed, if it were for the greater good, going to show that he was self-sacrificial in that sense. He could give up anything belonging to him, if it meant it could help someone else—blood, his eyes, anything. This went even further with his friends, making him extremely susceptible to being hurt by his friends. And even though he had a tendency to ignore harm done to him in the physical sense, he was very emotionally sensitive, easily prone to shutting himself out and feeling a way he likely shouldn’t have, trying to hide that he felt hurt in whatever way he was feeling at the time.

Unfortunately, he didn’t think of his own pain and problems as issues, and likely only refrained from metaphorically jumping into the fire of death because someone pointed out that he could help more people alive.

Correlating to his sensitivity, he was sweet to others to the point that others sometimes thought that maybe his behavior was only an act, or maybe an exaggeration of some of his traits, so he would feel accepted. After all, he always complied ‘too’ easily to orders, and was said to lack a sense of himself and abilities to make his own decisions. However, it is still unknown why he was the way he was.

*Theme Song(s): TBD

Weapons: He was never seen using any.

Powers: It was known that he could heal others both mentally and physically, and that he could regenerate himself to a degree. However, he could not do both at once, and as his abilities were only developed for less than a year, it is unknown what else he could do, if at all, or what limits his abilities had.

Backstory: A flower withered too soon, they sing…except no one speaks of him. To speak about or mention him is sin. Born with the others yet not raised with the others, his name was only held for one year, and then it faded away as he did, as if only a sakura flower, temporary and symbolic of love.

Even his closest friend does not speak of him, but he lives on in all of his friends’ hearts, as he is not yet lost there. Perhaps his tale will be told one day.

*Crush: N/A Other: Persephone