Villager: Edsel
Tic and Tac
9
Villager Info
ID: #200816
Name: Edsel
Gender: Genderless
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 8 years, 11 months ago
Career: None
Owner: Hatsuko
Species: Big Cat
Color: Snow Leopard
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (170/170)
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None
About
❥The Entertainer
He didn't start off this way; the coquette smile, the saccharine laugh, the undemanding mask alluding to the promise of sanctuary and sing-song fantasies. He wanted to study the arcane, not anatomy. He wanted the education and the lifestyle that came with good breeding, good upbringing, but he never had it.
It just so happened that catering to him came to be synonymous with personal connection, and so it could never be mistaken for a programmed response. His classmates perfected their spell crafting while he perfected his gait and kept a lilt to his voice, while he walked that fragile line between culturally unrefined and polished elegance with effortless strides.
His parents told him he could be whatever he wanted to be, whatever money could buy.
They told him he'd go places, learn things he'd never read about in school books; learn things not carved underneath tables and chairs. He did.
What took years of manipulation and well-rehearsed execution to some came inherent to him like breathing and because it was natural, Edsel became a commodity.
But he wasn’t content with worldly things and nothing real, and being surrounded didn't pacify the loneliness aching inside, drifting didn't help him forget what he'd never have. He paved his way with sacrifice and lived a life that had no room for commitment, struggled to cope with the realization that his skills were good for only one thing.
He's still the shell, the smile, the fantasy, the promise; only in this story he gets to keep his eyes.
Hailing from some part of Quetzal Palace originally, he has been residing in Tigerseye Peak for a number of years now with his adopted brother-figure and brother-figures collected companions.
His friends are cooler than your friends, deadlier too.
Some Things:
Cuddles
Pillow forts
Tickles
Body art, lots of it
Disappearing
Companionship
Warm fires
Being Pretty
Pleasing others
Contorting his body into inhuman shapes
Swordplay
♫ Civilian - Wye Oak
He didn't start off this way; the coquette smile, the saccharine laugh, the undemanding mask alluding to the promise of sanctuary and sing-song fantasies. He wanted to study the arcane, not anatomy. He wanted the education and the lifestyle that came with good breeding, good upbringing, but he never had it.
It just so happened that catering to him came to be synonymous with personal connection, and so it could never be mistaken for a programmed response. His classmates perfected their spell crafting while he perfected his gait and kept a lilt to his voice, while he walked that fragile line between culturally unrefined and polished elegance with effortless strides.
His parents told him he could be whatever he wanted to be, whatever money could buy.
They told him he'd go places, learn things he'd never read about in school books; learn things not carved underneath tables and chairs. He did.
What took years of manipulation and well-rehearsed execution to some came inherent to him like breathing and because it was natural, Edsel became a commodity.
But he wasn’t content with worldly things and nothing real, and being surrounded didn't pacify the loneliness aching inside, drifting didn't help him forget what he'd never have. He paved his way with sacrifice and lived a life that had no room for commitment, struggled to cope with the realization that his skills were good for only one thing.
He's still the shell, the smile, the fantasy, the promise; only in this story he gets to keep his eyes.
Hailing from some part of Quetzal Palace originally, he has been residing in Tigerseye Peak for a number of years now with his adopted brother-figure and brother-figures collected companions.
His friends are cooler than your friends, deadlier too.
Some Things:
Cuddles
Pillow forts
Tickles
Body art, lots of it
Disappearing
Companionship
Warm fires
Being Pretty
Pleasing others
Contorting his body into inhuman shapes
Swordplay
I am nothing without pretend
I know my faults
Can't live with them
I am nothing without a man
I know my thoughts
But I can't hide them
I know my faults
Can't live with them
I am nothing without a man
I know my thoughts
But I can't hide them
♫ Civilian - Wye Oak
