I am here
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Not born, formed. Aticus was once, a very long while ago, nothing more than an incorporeal being, floating through time. Though when live started to form he started to finally tether himself to reality. Specifically a tree. There he watched humanity flourish, something in that spirit morphing into care and affection. He was becoming human, slowly but surely. Their struggles, their joys, watching all of it made him become more and more like them. Until an outbreak of smallpox started killing them off. All of the tender beings he had come to know were falling at incredible rates. The energy put off by the mass deaths was the final push needed to make Aticus come alive.
Theres few accounts of the massive beast seen in the early 1700's, but they all describe a massive tree like skeleton prowling the trees and wailing sadly. It was a frightful sight, but left the town with less sadness than before. Like it was absorbed by the beast, by Aticus.
He's capable of becoming that towering tree man, but prefers to be human looking. To absorb more sadness, and lessen the pain of the beautiful creatures of earth.
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Nicknames: Attie, boy blue
Apparent age: 27
Actual age: 315///////////////
Birthday: July 1st 1703
Zodiac: Cancer
Orientation: Unsure, but gravitates towards men.///////////////
Height: 6'0
Weight: Healthy
Species: Eternal spirit in human form
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Melancholy, possibly in the truest sense of the word. Constantly bombarded with all emotions falling under the umbrella of sadness. Despair, grief, disappointment, sorrow. Still there are more, some that have such specific hurt there is no name. That is all he feels. Unless Aticus were to find some way to leave the planet, he will always feel humanities pain. A martyr for man kind, he takes all the hurt he can into him self. Experiencing all of it for them, effectively soothing their pains.
If he can have any respite from the waves of feelings, he is a joy. Bright and bubbly, easy to get along with, kind.
His greatest love is for life. He will not fight or harm any living thing, including plants. Nor will he speak or even think bad of them. A true pacifist, he will take all manner of beatings without flinching. The pain is minor in comparison to what he usually feels.
Though he cries often, Aticus is a pillar of strength for those that need it. Helping girls find their way home after the club, feeding the homeless, lending cash or rides. Anything he can do to help someone will be done. No matter the cost to his own well being.
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Likes:
Smiles, sunlight, amusement parks, a childs laugh, humanity, nature, seeing people be kind, doing good, pink, yellow, dogs, life, earth.
Family:
None. Considers humanity to all be family, therefor his family.
Dislikes:
Graveyards, the state of the world, pollution, loss of whimsy, evil souls, hurt children, sick animals, broken toys, bruises.
Languages:
Any language spoken by man since 1703~
