TALLAN ATREYU FACKLOR

Male | 25 | Heir of the Fire Realm

Name : Tallan Atreyu Facklor

Nickname(s) : Allan, Trey

Title(s) : Heir of the Fire Realm, The Rightful Heir, The Dragon of Fire, The Realm's Promise, The Unwanted

Species : Demi-god

Age : Freshly 25

Sex : Male

Sexuality : Bisexual

Role : The Rightful Heir

Abilities : His powers are align with fire. He can form fire in his hands periodically and 'throw' it, create hot balls of energy, can increase his body temperature, etc. (Will explain these more in depth as I think of things lol).

Appearance : Tallan is a man of many things, and the things that radiates off of him is wit and charm. Standing at roughly five foot nine with a lean, yet muscular build from his days practicing his sword skills and required training that his parents scheduled him as a youngster, Tallan has adapted well to the world around him. His skin tone is that of russet, a reddish-brown. Scars are most prominent on him, as they leave with a lighter pigmentation. The most obvious would be the one across his chest that happened in a fight with his brother. Others scatter throughout his body, telling stories of a childhood that Tallan has grown to be quite fond of. He has a boxy build - no broad shoulders and slimmer waist, but rather a... box. Simple as that. Very faint freckles dapple his skin, and other beauty marks - moles, darker freckles, anything else of the like is mostly found when you take a closer look. He has a porous face; scarred from the acne of his teenager years though have luckily cleared up.

Tallan's face is quite angular with a more rectangular shaping to it. He has defined cheeks, though a visible jawline that's a bit more soft. His eyes are of almond shape, a shocking yellow in color, emitting a certain light in his eyes that is only found in so many nowadays. They are normally what speak for his expressions, moving with his face the most out of anything else that would describe how he is feeling. Through his eyes he could be considered an open book. His eyebrows, a dark black in color, are a bit thin yet not thin. They too are expressive, helping to animate his face even more. They sit with only the slightest angle in them. His nose is a bit wide in width, though follows straight down his face - similar to a cliff in a way. Below are his lips which are full - top and bottom - and protrude from his face as well, hiding slightly crooked teeth behind them. Tallan has nothing for facial hair - he simply refuses to grow it as it would grow in quite patchy. He remains clean-shaven at all times. Tallan has a full head of hair as well - thick and curly, in a dreadlocks style. It reaches a bit past his shoulders, maintaing a clean look nearly all of the time.

Tallan's wardrobe is obviously filled with royalty clothing. Handmade clothes, mostly from his mother and her maids, are hand-embroidered with their kingdom's sigil and colors in the stitching. He likes things to look neat and sleek, so he wears minimal layers, The colors he commonly wears are red and black - his house colors - though of course, this can expan dependent on the occassion. He's known to wear jewelry as well - rings with great stones and simple bands as well, golden bracelets that reflect like no other because of how polished they are, and necklaces that have been gifted to him throughout his life.

Personality : Tallan is a stubborn man. He's like a stone in a lot of ways. He remains with a choice, and is hard to make him begin to waiver his own beliefs. Raised in a house of tradition and royalty, he believes himself to have hardened from a young age. Tallan goes about things in an independent way to prevent others from protesting his actions - thus making him a bit rebellious. He's the type to tell you he's done something after he has committed to it. It is not a thing of trust, but rather habit he picked up from a young age. That is not to say he is broken, but also he is a free soul that has been restrained for far too long. Some would consider it rebellious and call him a teenager still if they had a chance, but he's only living out the years he couldn't while stuck in the castle, hidden away from the world.

Tallan is very cautious when it comes to others. While he's easy to talk to, mostly engaging in deeper, philisophical conversations, Tallan remains guarded. He fears things like betrayal and lying, and he figures that if nobody could scale the wall he places in front of him, then nobody could ever do such things. There are very few people who can say that they have his full trust, and a lot of the times, it grows obvious. He will tell you things at random times, and even become vulnerable. Tallan is no stranger to emotion. In fact, he embraces it. Tallan is an engaged listener when he needs to be and, although he hasn't fulfilled a whole lifetime of experience, tries to put himself in someone else's shoes. He's empathetic, and sometimes to an extent that it could hurt him. He has an odd balance of wanting others in his life while being scared of things he can't confirm nor deny would happen.

Tallan is witty. Whether it's his sense of humor or simply being alert, he's both. He creates a mental note of nearly everything whether he knows it or not, and remembers small details more than the big ones. While he can't always read someone's body language or pick up what their aura is giving off, he can note how their eyebrows move or how they lick their lips when talking about a certain something. Whatever it is, those little things, Tallan will remember for probably the rest of his life. Now as for sense of humor... He's sarcastic. Wickedly sarcastic. He could come up with a comment for just about everything, though of course, he knows when not to. He likes to keep things light and ensure that everyone can be included. That said, he does well in social settings and can talk to just about anyone.

Tallan has a free spirit. He enjoys adventure and learning new things, normally picking up from those around him. He would rather be working instead of sitting around, and doing as he pleases. He tends to have a hard time being told what to do, but because he is still respectable and has superiors, he remains to be loyal and do as he is told without too much protesting. He's stern when he needs to be and would rather talk things out instead of exploding at one another over a situation. Tallan has always hated arguing and intends to prevent it at any given time. He's trustworthy and loyal, and would give up his life for those he genuinely holds close. Tallan does have a hard time letting things go however; he can hold a grudge like there's no tomorrow. He tries his best to give the same energy back as he is given, but if he doesn't like you, you will know. He's honest and straightforward at all times, even if you may not appreciate it.

Strengths :
+ Being royalty
+ Magic
+ Agile
+ Observant
+ Respectable
+ Honest
+ Dragons

Weaknesses :
- Family
- Stubborness
- Can hold a grudge
- Rebellious at times
- Vulnerability
- Physical strength
- Frowned upon in kingdom as the "Unwanted Heir"

Likes :
+ Outdoors
+ Adventure
+ Swimming
+ Horses
+ Magic
+ Learning new things
+ Sunsets
+ His mother's cooking

Dislikes :
- His father and now is brother
- Feeling alone
- Being bossed around by those who have no right
- Not being able to work
- Winters
- Not knowing where he is
- Knowing he isn't getting what he deserves
- Being accussed of things he hasn't done

Affiliations :

Atreyu Facklor (62) - Father ; Alive

The two have a rocky relationship, meaning Tallan treads lightly when around this man. While he knows his father cares, Tallan has always felt he can not live up to the expectations that his father has set so high. When in conversation, Tallan is always made out to be the instigator.

Elise Facklor-Ambrosius (62) - Mother ; Alive yet growing sickly

Tallan is very much closer to his mother. He considers her to be his protector - a woman he can rely on emotionally and that he knows will back him up. She is his rock, but with her deteriorating health, Tallan is praying almost every night that she gains the strength to live another day.

Koda & Reya Facklor (12) - Younger Twin Brother & Sister ; Alive

Tallan holds these two near and dear to him and would be damned if anyone were to touch a hair on their heads. He sees them as pure souls in a world of chaos - serenity among monsters. He would do anything for them.

Albus "The Rightful King" Facklor (20) - Younger Brother ; Alive

Once a brother that has now turned enemy. These two never got along, especially when Tallan had been named heir king before Albus was. Unfortunately, things have grown worse. Tallan turns quiet when asked about his first brother, and the pain that grows in his eyes says a number of things.

Melione Nyx (Immortal) - Godly Parent

This woman is the reasoning of Tallan's downfall, though this is mostly unknown to him.

Other : N/A

MELIONE NYX

Female | Embodiment of Death | ??? y/o

Nickname(s) : Mel, Lady Death, The Fallen Angel

Mel - Basic nickname by friends

Lady Death - Well, thats basically what she is. Her job is to lead souls to their destination in the afterlife, but even that was taken away from her.

The Fallen Angel - Once a beautiful, respected, renowned Goddess... once was.

Sexuality : Questionable, thought not very interested

Species : Formerly a god in another realm... now forced to live among mortals.

Abilities :

Not exactly abilities but simply what she is - Melione is only semi-immortal now instead of immortal, aging about five percent slower than the average human. She has slightly enhanced hearing and sight and can heal faster than you would expect. But becuase she is banished from her realm, these basic abilities are slowly going away. She is more susceptible to pain and age.

Necromancy - Status: 3.5/5

Formerly, this power was the opposite - bringing more life into the world. She would watch births of the mortals of her realm and ensure their destiny was met with a beautiful child. But now, all she can do is raise the dead. It's unnecessary and she has very little use for it as you could imagine. While it's definitely a main power of hers, the Goddess can't say it's her favorite. She uses it very rarely, so it's strength is a bit more than her others. She will mostly use it as some form of intimidation... if needed. The dead she rises are dead people she knew formerly and have seen, or possibly the locally dead. They appear as dark spirits or sometimes skeletons.

Touch of Death - Status: 1.5/5

This is the woman's least favorite. Touch of Death. It's no as horrible as you may think as she isn't able to kill someone by touching them. However, if she were to touch, say, flowers, they would wilt in a matter of minutes. This power is mostly activated when under a time of stress, but is exhausting. Small things like touching plants doesn't take a lot of energy so it sorta happens without her truly even noticing it.

Clairvoyant - Status: 4.7/5

Melione is able to see beyond the normal perception of any other mortal. She can see the deceased, though is able to willingly see them versus just them being there all of the time. Sometimes she is able to talk to them, as this is her most active power. She doesn't have a particular way of using it as a defense mechanism but it is useful when you're lonely. So when she's talking to someone, it probably looks like she's talking to herself.

Appearance : You could look at this woman and know she had a past life where she was once beautiful and as stunning as ever - a woman that was worthy of your attention when she stepped into a room. So eye-catching you couldn't help but stare. However, now, you see what once was completely hidden by a more ugly, disgusting, being. But to the appearance of humans, you would see an ordinary woman with a semi-natural beauty. Of course she will always believe different.

Melione stands at five foot ten with long, slender legs that carry her each step she needs to get to where she's going. However, she doesn't exactly walk with confidence nonetheless. Her frame is rather skinny yet lean, some womanly curves of her hips and thighs obvious, but she doesn't possess anything of an hourglass shape or even a pear - simply a woman. Her bust is small and her read end doesn't have anything much either. But, this doesn't bother her much anyway, so she could care less. Her skin is sunkissed, darkened naturally by the sun with a number of freckles obvious throughout her face. She has some other beauty marks as well - mole on the right side of her face near her lip and more littered throughout her body. Her body is accompanied by more regal clothing - clothing that would give her familiarity of her old world. Soft, long elegant dresses with curves and folds, mostly of greens or blues or oranges. She enjoys the colors of mortal fashion. To compliment this, she wears a number of dainty chains and rings that fit on her slender hands - her fingernails are long and natural and appear to be quite clean.

Her face shape is that of a diamond, her jawline and cheekbones defined accompanied by a small, sharp, slightly upturned button nose and full rosy lips that hide mostly straight white teeth behind them. Her eyes are hazel in color, appearing slightly green at times and more brown in darker lighting. They are rimmed with long lashes, made even longer with mascara and curl upwards, making her eyes pop. She has a number of freckles scattered throughout her face, mostly across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Her eyebrows sit promptly in an arched way, making her appear surprised at times. They are plucked well and their shape is certainly defined, being a brown in coloring. Her hair is of a very very light blonde, almost white sometimes. It reaches just below her shoulder blades and is parted down the middle. The texture is soft and thick, the layering cut in it framing her face. She wears it in a blowout sort of style, the shorter pieces in front helping to capture her features.

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Personality : A truly broken woman. Lost. Afraid. When you're tossed out of the world you were promised to be taken care of in, you become wary of what's around you. This woman is not super open anymore as she once was - lighting up any room she walked into. Now, she stands with a saddened face and tired eyes that exhibit nothing but sadness behind them. She's an emotional being - highly emotional - and finds herself constantly questioning the intent of those around her. It is hard to prove to her that you're worthy of gaining her trust. Her wall is hard to knock down, but it's possible to slightly climb it with time. Spending time with her is an interesting experience as quiet as she may be, she's quite the conversationalist when alone. She speaks with a certain elegance and has a way with her words. By no means is she manipulative, but she's able to be persuasive when need be.

This woman is known for staying silent instead of speaking up. She can't lose more than she already has. She is afraid of what may happen if she says the wrong thing. She's the type to go with the flow. The saddening thing is how naive and gullible such a formerly powerful woman is. Before she would tell you how it is without batting an eye. Now she's self conscious about anything she says. There is a certain bonus to this, though. While she will fall for manipulation and lies, she is able to observe. That's what she is - an observer. In a group, she's observing. Sitting away from others, she's observing. She can read a room pretty well, but reading intentions has always been a different story for her. She's not so sure why. She hates betrayal and liars yet falls for false promises every time they're presented to her. Is she perhaps longing for something she can no longer have?

This woman is highly - and emotionally - intelligent. She's a quick and witty thinker and has a way of conjuring up any sort of plan at a moments notice. She has a way of exceeding expectations as well. She must mentally make a note of everything and is well organized and planned out. She doesn't like clutter or mess and prefers to keep it that way whenever she can. She keeps things like small journals and planners scattered around wherever they may land. That said, those journals normally contain her thoughts. This woman - although seemingly well put together - holds herself underneath a mask that is a corrupted, broken woman whose thoughts are unpredictable. She's hard to read and even harder to get to know.

But getting to know Melione can be a blessing. She's nurturing and caring despite her own faults and feelings of herself. She's rather trusting as well, though not right away, and has a way of comforting others when needed. She's honest as well and appreciates when others give her the same treatment she gives them. She's one to give second chances, though not exactly willingly. Again, she's scared of saying something wrong or causing unnecessary stress or harm or anything similar to a certain situation. While she's not exactly a people-pleaser, she tries her best to make others feel good and perhaps it's more of her self conscious telling her she needs to be her best self for the sake of others. She's constantly trying to find a way to improve herself.

Strengths :

+Honest

+Caring

+Nurturing

+Loyal

Weaknesses :

-Physical Strength

-Power Strength

-Banished from her realm

-Naive/gullible

-Non-confrontational

Affiliations :

Tallan Facklor (25) - Alive

The boy she promised she would not let down, but has.

Theme Song :

No Time to Die - Billie Eilish

Other : She was a former Goddess in her realm - the Goddess of the Life Cycle and was presented with undeniable beauty. However, the others took advantage of her kindness and it resulted in her own corruption. She now resembles Death in a horrific way. She was banished to the Eartrh realm for 'disgracing her pantheon'.

Full Name

Kyriakos Polemistís Herei

Nicknames

Kyrie

Name Pronunciation

Key-ree-ahk-os

Name Meaning*

Of the Lord, Warrior, Blessed by Hera

Gender

Male

Pronouns

He/him

Sexuality*

Ummmmm

Moral Alignment
Neutral Good

Personality

Kyrie has a natural charm that draws people to him. He’s confident, self-assured, and knows how to command a room without trying. People want to be near him, whether it’s to bask in his charisma or to feel the thrill of being noticed by someone so extraordinary. He’s the life of the party when he wants to be, effortlessly charming and often the centre of attention, though he doesn’t seem to seek it—it just happens.

Kyrie feels everything deeply. Whether it’s love, anger, or joy, his emotions burn brightly and drive his actions. He loves with a ferocity that’s all-consuming, especially when it comes to those he cares about. His passions can be inspiring, but they can also make him reckless, as he sometimes struggles to control the overwhelming intensity of his feelings.

Loyalty is one of Kyrie’s defining traits. He is devoted to the people he loves, standing by them no matter the cost. This loyalty, however, can also make him possessive or defensive, especially when he feels someone close to him is threatened. He’s the type to fight tooth and nail for his loved ones, even when it puts him at odds with the world.

Kyrie is acutely aware of his own charisma, and while this confidence often serves him well, it can also lead to arrogance. He struggles with his pride, sometimes letting it cloud his judgement or push him into conflict. Once his mind is made up, it’s almost impossible to sway him, even when he’s wrong. His stubbornness is both a strength and a flaw, driving his determination but also leading to self-destructive choices.

Kyrie thrives on action and challenge. He’s driven by an almost primal need to prove himself, whether on a battlefield, in sports, or in any competitive arena. He loves being the best and hates the idea of mediocrity. This relentless drive makes him a formidable opponent but can also leave him restless, always seeking the next challenge to conquer.

Despite his confidence and sometimes intimidating presence, Kyrie has a deeply empathetic side. He cares deeply for those close to him and is capable of great tenderness, especially with someone like a lover, who brings out his softer, more vulnerable side. However, he often hides his own vulnerabilities behind a façade of strength, struggling to show weakness or ask for help.

Kyrie’s temper can flare quickly, especially when his pride is wounded or his loved ones are threatened. He’s not afraid to lash out, but he’s also capable of forgiveness, especially when confronted by someone he truly cares about. His anger burns hot but doesn’t always last long, and his loyalty often outweighs his grudges.

Kyrie has a strong sense of destiny and purpose. He believes in striving for greatness and leaving a legacy, often feeling like he’s meant for something extraordinary. This idealism drives him but can also make him impatient with anything he perceives as ordinary or unworthy of his time. He’s always chasing the next milestone, the next moment of glory.

Godly Parent

Apollo

Appearance

Kyriakos

Kyriakos is depicted as a physically striking yet unassuming figure, his appearance often overshadowed by the towering presence of the gods. He has an inherent softness to his features, a contrast to the raw, heroic beauty of heroes like Heracles or Jason. Kyriakos stands at a modest height, not as tall or broad as the great warrior, but his frame is lean and athletic, honed through years of physical training and a warrior’s life.

Kyrie’s eyes are a captivating shade of light hazel, flecked with gold, catching the light in a way that makes them almost glow. They hold a restless energy, sharp and observant, giving him an air of intensity. When he’s happy or teasing, they sparkle with mischief, but in moments of anger or grief, they darken, becoming stormy and intense.

Kyrie’s hair is thick and golden blond, with natural highlights that seem to catch fire in the sunlight. It’s slightly wavy and always slightly tousled, giving him a casual, effortlessly cool look. He keeps it medium-length, letting it fall over his forehead and sometimes brushing into his eyes, adding to his laid-back yet magnetic vibe.

While not as muscular as some young men, Kyriakos’s body is still well-built and capable, with defined arms and legs that speak to his physical strength, shaped more by agility and endurance than raw power. His movements are graceful, often described as fluid, with a certain ease and naturalness that comes from someone used to moving both on the battlefield and in daily life.

There’s an inherent warmth to Kyriakos’s physicality, one that draws others to him. His smile is gentle, sometimes shy, but when it’s directed at someone, it has the power to soften the hardest of hearts. The contrast between his soft, open expression and his deadly skills on the battlefield makes him a complex and captivating figure, one who is both deeply human and yet capable of extraordinary feats of courage.

His physical presence reflects the duality of his character—beneath the outward softness lies a steadfast warrior, a man capable of great sacrifice and immense loyalty. His beauty is not the overwhelming, godlike quality of others, but a quiet, compelling kind of strength that comes from within.

Voice & Accent*

Given his divine heritage and the culture he’s a part of, Kyriakos has an accent rooted in Ancient Greek. His speech has a slightly clipped cadence, emphasizing his nobility and royal upbringing, with clear, deliberate enunciation. The tone reflects both the warrior's fierceness and the intellectual's sharpness—whether giving a battle command or speaking in the quiet moments of reflection with a lover.

In terms of accent, it is sophisticated, royal, and deliberate—like a leader's speech that resonates with the power and expectations of his position. You can imagine it being somewhere between a classic British or upper-class English accent, reflecting a noble, almost ancient sensibility. This would allow his words to carry weight, whether he's addressing soldiers in battle or speaking intimately. His voice is undeniably captivating, drawing people in, commanding their attention with every word.

Strengths

↤Athletic↦

↤Intuitive↦

↤Quick Learner↦

↤Passionate↦

↤Resilient↦

↤Persuasive↦

Weaknesses

↤Ego Driven↦

↤Perfectionist↦

↤Weak in the Dark↦

↤Lack of Stamina↦

↤Handles Chaos Poorly↦

↤Possessive↦

↤Tempestuous↦

Backstory*

Fears/Phobias*

↤The Dark↦

↤Imbalance↦

↤Iatrophobia↦

↤Azathagoraphobia↦

↤Philophobia↦

↤Traumatophobia↦

Favourite Quote

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.”

-Anne Brontë

Theme Song(s)*

Carry on - fun.

The edge of glory - lady gaga

Affiliations

TBA

Other

I'll pop the prophesy in later hehe

Familial Ties:

Elysia: Mother. Mortal, deceased (Princess)

Leander: Adopted Father, living (King)

Apollo: Godly Parent, absent

Ares: Uncle, blessed by

Name:

Bodhi Kazan Ariti

𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝐵𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

(very ironic, I know)

Age:

Timeless

Gender:

Male

Pronouns: he/him

Powers:

God of Riddles and Dark Crimes

Bodhi

Despite his godly nature, Bodhi walks with an aura of a demon, or some other dark and unsettling form. When walking the streets, he is often avoided by young ones, and even some of the older children hang back at his seemingly ghastly presence. His skin is pale, almost deathly so, and despite nearly every moment of the day he walks the streets, but the sun seems to barely touch his ghostly flesh. His porcelain skin is something he prizes, obsesses over, even. He takes great care to keep his hands unmarred as possible. His back is nearly covered in scars, but he never speaks of where he gained these. He seems to thrive in the moonlight, when he stalks the streets, seeming even more devilish than he does in the sun.

His eyes are the colour of bitter coffee, dark, and unyielding, framed by strangely feminine eyelashes. He has high cheekbones, and a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. His dark hair is cut raggedly, longer on the top, and cut close around his skull on the sides. He has a lean, muscular build, and stands around 5'10. His shorter stature leaves people uneasy, wondering if his height is going to leave him at a disadvantage to them, or whether he will use it against them. He often speaks in a low, raspy voice, which doesn't quite seem to match his face, nor his age. His lips are round and full, a dusky rose colour. Despite the fact that they are often turned down in a frown, when he does smile, it lights up his whole face, causing one small dimple in his left cheek to appear. He is rather self-conscious of this feature, and this is a tiny part of the reason he normally chooses to keep his emotions hidden.

Bodhi dresses quite classily, in dark fabrics, often accentuated with gold or silver designs stitched in, such as paisleys (his personal favourite), roses, and feathers. These threads are usually hidden amongst the dark ones, causing the light to seemingly sparkle off the black and dark grey threads, which adds an air of mystery that he likes quite a bit. He has a tattoo on the back of his neck, a crow in flight, and a tiny sun on his right thumb. He has no piercings or any other man made marks upon his body, besides his scars. He normally stays as covered up as he can, in suits to rival Armani. Bodhi is rather broody, and often his face shows no emotion, besides a bit of a frown.

He walks with a slight limp, due to a childhood injury, and is highly irritated at this. He tries to act as though it doesn’t pain him at all, but once one knows him well, it is easy to catch the slight grimaces, and flashes of pain in his eyes.

Personality:

Bodhi isn't really that well known by anyone. He's mostly closed off, and those who don't know him well are eager to spread rumours.

Often described as cold and ruthless, Bodhi is willing to do almost any job for the right amount of money. He is rather manipulative and conniving, and is keen to let others know that he is in control of any situation. He is quick witted, and always has a trick up his sleeve, unless he's with someone he trusts with his life. He isn't a huge fan of trust, and will exploit almost anyone for his gain. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal to those he does love and trust, and once his trust is gained, it is not easily broken.

Bodhi is normally aloof and indifferent, hiding his true emotions behind a cool façade. However, he holds grudges close to his heart, and vengeance is practically his hobby. There isn't much you can do to rattle him, besides strong emotions. If someone is crying, or honestly feeling anything too strongly in front of him, he gets skittish and unwieldy. This stems mostly from his traumatic childhood, and he struggles with the fact that he doesn't really feel anymore.

One of Bodhi's biggest fears is mirrors. As a child, he learned to dislike his own appearance, and although he takes great pride in it now, he prefers to do as much of it as possible. This fear also comes from his uneasiness with how mirrors distort images, making him on edge with how appearances are not always what they seem.

Bodhi sometimes comes off as paranoid and lost in his own mind, he is good at riddles, problem solving, and is quite the perfectionist. When he finds his crowd, he is slightly more easy going, but for the most part, he prefers to be left with those select few, rather than in a group setting.

Backstory*: WIP

Likes:

-dark clothes

-money-

-riddles-

-sleight of hand-

-knives-

-poisons-

-foxglove-

Dislikes:

-mirrors-

-emotions-

-bright light-

-overly cheerful people-

-deep water-

Theme Song or Quote*:

Some Nights by fun.

♡