Name: Paint-Starwatcher
He gave himself his name, but calls himself Jeph. He's constantly wondering what to tell people if they ever ask his name. Last time, though he does not remember, he requested to be called "Star".
Years of Age: 20
Gender Male
Do you believe in Wonderland? Growing madder every day.
Personality:
He is the opposite of this hell in every way, always looking on the bright side and shining with happiness. He loves to peek out of the rabbit hole and watch people live their lives and find the snippets of happiness that make life worthwhile. He really wished he could just leave and live life as a normal person. He yearns for that freedom so much, but knew he'd be spotted out as a freak immediately.
Despite being born a happy child, his environment would get to anyone. It darkens his thoughts and twists his philosophies. While once he'd look at a meadow of flowers like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, but now his little treasures bore him. Stargazing wasn't quite as much fun and talking wasn't worth the effort, maybe because he could only speak to himself. He needs a friend, it's dampening his mood for his only dream to be something he could never be; normal.
He's often forgetting what he's done for the day, and doesn't remember the first 17 years of his life. Everything tends to blend together, like the stains on his face.
History:
Jonah was born at some point, but does not remember where, when, nor who from. He has always roamed near the gateway to their world, occasionally climbing up and popping his head out of the ground. One day he found a book in his moment of wandering above surface, finally filling the brisk chill of the human world. He fled after seeing some noble's, dressed in red. He thought the red queen must be after him.
Relatives: None
Addictions/Hobbies
Reading his stolen copy of Alice in Wonderland. He'd never met an Alice, but hoped to hear about here. It said 'Work of fiction' but y'know, how much of Alice was real? How accurate was this inaccurate book? He'd read it a thousand times and still did not now.
Music, whether it be stolen from the humans or on his phonograph. He likes Sinatra.
Stargazing
He's fond passing people, always thinking everyone's beautiful or remarkably handsome, but still no friends. He hasn't worked up that courage yet.
If he doesn't clean the paint off from under his nose for awhile, it accumulates and forms fumes similar to human paint fumes. It makes him feel light headed and eventually faint, but it makes him feel wonderful for a few hours. He only does this when he's real down.
Apperaances:
Jeph has always leaked from his eyes, nose, or if he bleeds. Leaked what? He's not really sure, but it's colorful. It's different by the second, leaking a blue or green, maybe a red. He wiped his face all the time, but it doesn't help his cause, just stains his hands and forearms.
Underneath the color his skin is like a flexible marble, as white as the stars and glowing like the moon.
He wears a pair of washed out, red jeans that have been completely stained by his consistently messy hands. A pair of once-white suspenders are attached and he usually wears them, but sometimes they hang at his hips.
