Posts by CRYBABY. 1

basics.

✯ Crybaby // Tear-eyes, baby, really anything ( doesn't care )

✯ Male // identifies as a sad and hopeless male

✯ 4 years // 5 years // 6 years

✯ member of The Cartel

✯ no titles // no unofficial titles

✯ Always crying

✯ Always depressed

✯ Mature and responsible

appearance.

✯ feline (serval) [ ref]

✯ A light gray with differently sized black dots speckled down his back. Near his hear he has a heart shaped pattern that is a bright red that has a blue crack in it.

✯ Stained light blue from his tears.

✯ Has a bright blue bow tie with a red heart in the middle. Also, has a gold ankle bracelet on his back right paw that crawls up his foot. Has red and blue tears like jewels hanging off the bracelet. Has balloon tied to tail that floats behind him, the balloon has a permanent smiling face but sometimes looks like a tear is also coming down the balloons face.

✯ no markings

✯ has a slight British accent

relationships.

✯ no best friend

✯ not a mentor

✯ NPC x NPC

✯ bisexual

✯ no crush (open)

✯ no offsprings (open)

interaction.

✯ bio // plot

✯ has improved hearing // can hear peoples tears and when they cry and why // can be lifted by the balloon on his tail // can enchant objects, but for a price of a part of his soul

✯ attack's in italic

✯ please CRYBABY. 1 when you engage in attack with him

✯ permission to powerplay kind gestures

✯ talkes in BLUE BOLD

He couldn't help it, and he didn't know why it happened. Although he kept crying. He wasn't sad, he felt no emotions at the moment. Although the tears kept falling, and with it, he walked. His tears were a simple mystery to him. From the moment he was born he cried, he never stoped. That was back when he was called Lucifer. That was no longer his name, and he really never cared what it was either way. Although people seemed to need a calling, a small term that can judge and label a person. So he told everyone his name, and once they heard it they left. His tears brought out the best in his name, or was it the worst? Depends on how others take it really cause he could never judge them since he never had a life without them. All that came from the tears where curiosity, as they were no nuisance and were surprisingly never wet.

He usually shrugged everything off, as he grew up in an internal cycle of name calling and physical damage. His parents treated him poorly and his siblings tried to kill him. He didn't really care, they never did. They never could, there was a slight urge in them that told them not too. Although his parents beat him and scolded him any time they saw him. That was why he wandered, and today he would never go back. Some say he ran away, but it's not really running away from your home if you never lived in it. Plus, nobody would care. He simply wandered off each and every day only stopping in for a few minutes for food.

Now he had no food. What would he do? Of course, beg, steal, or maybe earn it some way? It seemed that the serval came wandering up to The Cartel border, smelling it and simply going on past. He didn't care, didn't care about much. Hopefully, these people he were about the meet had food, water, or some kind of shelter. Depending on their kindness he might want to stay, but that was might. He could never be held to one place ever again, he just had to keep wandering to not let his mind get the best of him.

His teary eyes focused on the figure in front of him. These tears sometimes could get in the way, as they never got him wet they could get in the way of the seeing. He simply brushed them away but new tears filled his eyes. Of course he didn't care, he saw how the first one looked at him as if nothing was happening to him. Most people think he was a freakshow with his constant tears. Although he listened in with his abnormally large ears, even for a serval, and flicked his which moved his smiling balloon. "Hmm, wandered a considerable amount, eh? Amusing, like I care. Give me something to eat, my hunger is quiet rapacious"

His attention would then turn to the comparable feline in front of him. He clearlycould see he was flirting, he was not dull. He never knew how to handle these situations although. Although he did study him, comparable to how he greeted everyone. He gave a small nod deciding to answer his double questions together. "Amusing, get used to the tears angel cause they aren't going anywhere. And I am quiet dapper aren't I." He did notice the last member to approach but he paid no mind to this one. Seemed like she wasn't a talker.

He gave a laugh, giving a small glance to xael then focus himself back on the other serval. "H-how come I cry?" he didn't mean that so serious, it just struck him that somebody else was actually asking and not just making fun of him or attacking him. He quickly shrugged trying to lighten the mood from the serious tone he just used and again wiped the tears away, which he found was useless but still did it anyway. "Well, the tears have constantly been drowned, always has, don't think they will ever break."

Now that the white feline has spoken he focused on her, giving a small smile and a wink. This was was surely charming and he couldn't help but feeling atrocious for not greeting her as well. Although he would have to disagree with her, he didn't forget simply he just didn't want too. Although if it was needed, for food and shelter, he would say. I never feel pleasant about saying my name as I really have no affliction with what you call me. But, I do go my Crybaby. I wish to get some food and shelter."

Alright so anybody wanna plot with Crybaby? He's open for anything but death and rape and his tags are below!

Crybaby on the other hand felt perfectly normal today. Although he was never really normal he was doing normal activities, exploring around camp like any usual newcomer would do. Although he hated the statement newcomer as much as he hated names. A newcomer was someone who came to the camp. Once they actually got to the camp the person was no longer a newcomers but simply a visitor or guest.

His constant testy eyes would focus on something or maybe someone who seemed like they where overcome in grief. Of course Crybaby would not be able to help, even though his physical state gave hints that he was always depressed. Which he was, although his tears didn't mean anything to his emotions. He would slowly pad over, his balloon tightly tied around his flicking grey tail. "Hey? Maybe you should brighten up. Whats wrong?"

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Useless_shit; Guys can we fucking calm down

Useless_shit; it's fucking 4 in the morning

Useless_shit; i was sleeping

Useless_shit; even I need my beauty rest