[ Vin likes staying out of sight. It's as if obscurity is a well-timed blanket when you're scared at night, and when he's forced to weave through the crowds-- in search of information, food, drink, something his body or mind is demanding of him when he really wished it wouldn't, people will notice a harsh static shock from him. It's completely from nowhere-- even a pulse of blue lightning will appear and a sting about as painful as a rubber band snapping you will brush against your arm. ]
Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I can't get this mess under control.
[ His hair is a fluffy mop lit up with static electricity. Furthermore, he looks... terrified beyond belief. It's hard to tell over what, but on any given day, with Vin, it could be anything. ]
All of a sudden, he's just there. His face is distinct but will be gone in the morning, lost in the haze of your memories, but his presence seems calm. This place feels familiar... warm and sunny, it feels like you're on an islet in the middle of a river during a mild day of summer. A campfire unlit sits in front of you, and this figure gestures to the notebook you have in hand, a crayon looking semi worn-down held within it. ]
Could you show me a picture of what home looks like, please?
vin | original character
[ Vin likes staying out of sight. It's as if obscurity is a well-timed blanket when you're scared at night, and when he's forced to weave through the crowds-- in search of information, food, drink, something his body or mind is demanding of him when he really wished it wouldn't, people will notice a harsh static shock from him. It's completely from nowhere-- even a pulse of blue lightning will appear and a sting about as painful as a rubber band snapping you will brush against your arm. ]
Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I can't get this mess under control.
[ His hair is a fluffy mop lit up with static electricity. Furthermore, he looks... terrified beyond belief. It's hard to tell over what, but on any given day, with Vin, it could be anything. ]
I-- uh... mmph? [ Was that a question? ]
[g] walking through your character's dreams
[ You're sleeping, you're sleeping, you're sleeping...
You're visited by someone.
All of a sudden, he's just there. His face is distinct but will be gone in the morning, lost in the haze of your memories, but his presence seems calm. This place feels familiar... warm and sunny, it feels like you're on an islet in the middle of a river during a mild day of summer. A campfire unlit sits in front of you, and this figure gestures to the notebook you have in hand, a crayon looking semi worn-down held within it. ]
Could you show me a picture of what home looks like, please?