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x xxxxxxxTHE FORBIDDEN MAP
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▬▬▬▬▬ 6'2"
▬▬▬▬▬ 160lbs
▬▬▬▬▬ MALE
▬▬▬▬▬ HOMOSEXUAL
▋▋▋▋ ♔ ABILITY
Studying his skin is synonymous to the artistry of cartography. From the furthest recesses of his body come two-dimensional prophecies, and they bleed onto the surface of his flesh like ink, becoming stained on his marble exterior as a permanent feature. His body is The Forbidden Map, a whispered curse, depicting the future with ornate illustrations all stretched across his body; his arms are phases of the moon, his back are interstellar orbits sketched in geometric measure – there are glass birds soaring across his collar bones, peonies and ivy weaving out of his ribs, ringlets of solid black on his wrists, ankles and fingers – and blank canvas across his chest, in odd spots where there are none of the future’s echoes. They say the Map is of magic, was crafted by a magus who traveled the world in the most wonderful ship, and that it marks the world’s absolutes onto a person – as well as the personal future as the canvas and those connected to them. Written on him is the end of the world, the birth of a new universe, a symbol of his first love, and the lifespans of all that are important to him.
But reading the abstract map is difficult to say the least, and to properly understand it is to wait for the final product or to study the universe in its entirety, including the practice of magic. The mosaic stag on his hip represents a person who will provide kindness to the world (Cosmo), and the crescent moon on his arm mourns the loss of a friend’s sanity – and it’s only with knowledge that a person can read the shy poetry of destiny.
But reading the abstract map is difficult to say the least, and to properly understand it is to wait for the final product or to study the universe in its entirety, including the practice of magic. The mosaic stag on his hip represents a person who will provide kindness to the world (Cosmo), and the crescent moon on his arm mourns the loss of a friend’s sanity – and it’s only with knowledge that a person can read the shy poetry of destiny.
▋▋▋▋ ♔ PERSONAL INFORMATION
Aristotle’s origins are a bit of a mystery, and he personally doesn’t have any memories from before The Whimsical Residence for Wayward Children. Some say he was dropped off in a storm, others say he has amnesia, and a few claim that he was raised by wolves as an infant. Nonetheless, the truth remains: Aristotle Zhao arrived at the Residence when he was a very young child, and he’s lived there ever since.
Having been raised by Cosmo with a rising number of orphaned children Ari is a bit peculiar and certainly isn’t a type of person who can be met outside of the forest. He made the Residence and all of its eccentricities and odd tenants his home; it's an integral part of his life that he orbits around – he functions because of the Residence, because the people within it are the more important to him than all of the stars and planets in the universe. With how his heart beats for their sanctuary and the children it helps it’s almost no wonder how he manages to wake with the sun without uttering a single complaint. Every morning, without fail, he cooks banquets for breakfast and cleans every counter in the kitchen until the surfaces shine enough to blind someone. Strict and disciplined there’s hardly a moment when Ari isn’t absorbed in some sort of activity, and he tends to the gardens (nurturing vegetables and fruits and a personal garden of succulents) and keeps the bird feeders full of food – he fixes leaky faucets by nine and convinces children to sit still long enough to learn algebra and physics by twelve. By the evening he’s exhausted, yet he will still stay up late to study a mass of books or to listen to the woes of other residents, and he will do anything he can to help, even if his advice can be a bit blunt at times.
Truly, Ari isn’t the most socially graceful person. His jokes are awkward and his demeanor is stiff, he’s sooner to lecture than understand another person’s mistake and he’s a bit too comfortable with knowing everyone’s business. In fact, he feels a bit affronted when the other residents try to hide things from him. Its opening up to other people that he has a problem with, because talking in detail about his feelings is simply not something he’s talented in, or often attempts doing for that matter. His emotions are like white noise to his brain and he becomes lost whenever attempting to be introspective, so he spends little time on trying to understand how he feels and instead redirects his energy outwards, often to the point of overworking himself. Still, Artistotle loves the Residence and those that live within it...to the extent that leaving the manor and entering the outside world is a great source of fear and anxiety for him, and he dreads the day he becomes nineteen. Secretly, he wishes he’ll never have to leave.