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ＦＵＬＬ ＮＡＭＥ::
Altair Daniel D'Cruz
ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ(Ｓ):
Tair {Frequently || Liked}
Al {Rarely || Disliked}
ＤＡＴＥ ＯＦ ＢＩＲＴＨ:
September 14
ＡＧＥ:
17
ＧＯＤＬＹ ＰＡＲＥＮＴ:
Hypnos
ＹＥＡＲ:
11th
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ:
Male
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ:
Heterosexual || Heteroromantic
ＥＴＨＮＩＣＩＴＹ:
Brazilian
ＤＩＡＬＯＧＵＥ ＯＲ ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴ ＣＯＬＯＲ:
#be9b7b
#854442
Altair Daniel D'Cruz
ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ(Ｓ):
Tair {Frequently || Liked}
Al {Rarely || Disliked}
ＤＡＴＥ ＯＦ ＢＩＲＴＨ:
September 14
ＡＧＥ:
17
ＧＯＤＬＹ ＰＡＲＥＮＴ:
Hypnos
ＹＥＡＲ:
11th
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ:
Male
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ:
Heterosexual || Heteroromantic
ＥＴＨＮＩＣＩＴＹ:
Brazilian
ＤＩＡＬＯＧＵＥ ＯＲ ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴ ＣＯＬＯＲ:
#be9b7b
#854442
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ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ:
He has made an art form out of solitude, a calm comfort in simply being alone, a soft smile in seclusion. He lets limbs fall beside him, allows all motion to leave his body, and only then does he find true peace. Heavy eyelids and a lolling head comprise him, and when they cannot be found, a yawn will take their place. His entire body is a congregation of loose dreams, held together by fragile strings of whimsy. He favors quiet evenings over loud noons, gentle dawns over hostile mornings. When the sun is low, the sky a vivid painting of cotton candy pastels, that is when he can be found atop a hill, fingers curled in the grass, simply breathing.
Altair tends to be a very amiable guy; he's quick with a joke and a pat on the back. Often, he can be found laughing with a group of friends about something or other. He has a very magnetic personality that tends to draw people in, and before he realizes it, there's about ten people sitting around him listening to a story about what happened in third grade in Mrs. Adam's class. Sometimes though, you can find him alone in the woods somewhere, humming some kind of a mellow tune and scratching words into the dirt with a stick. Equal parts outgoing and contemplative, he's a pretty easy-going guy to hang out with casually. He has a very laid-back air that's attractive to people looking to just chill, so he never lacks for people to talk with. He doesn't mind much, since he enjoys company, but sometimes, suddenly, he slips away from the crowd to seek some quiet solitude.
Non-confrontational is perhaps a fine way to describe him, though one must determine where the line is drawn between pacifism and apathy. He fights no battles, not his, not any others'. He certainly doesn't see himself as a coward, doesn't avoid conflict out of fear, rather he simply can't find any reason to do so. He is a person of necessity, finds it hard to scrounge for motivation inside of him to do anything but sleep sometimes. If he could float through life on a cloud, not weighed down by responsibilities or obligations, he would do so. Sometimes, sometimes it is simply too hard to even get out of bed.
He has made an art form out of solitude, a calm comfort in simply being alone, a soft smile in seclusion. He lets limbs fall beside him, allows all motion to leave his body, and only then does he find true peace. Heavy eyelids and a lolling head comprise him, and when they cannot be found, a yawn will take their place. His entire body is a congregation of loose dreams, held together by fragile strings of whimsy. He favors quiet evenings over loud noons, gentle dawns over hostile mornings. When the sun is low, the sky a vivid painting of cotton candy pastels, that is when he can be found atop a hill, fingers curled in the grass, simply breathing.
Altair tends to be a very amiable guy; he's quick with a joke and a pat on the back. Often, he can be found laughing with a group of friends about something or other. He has a very magnetic personality that tends to draw people in, and before he realizes it, there's about ten people sitting around him listening to a story about what happened in third grade in Mrs. Adam's class. Sometimes though, you can find him alone in the woods somewhere, humming some kind of a mellow tune and scratching words into the dirt with a stick. Equal parts outgoing and contemplative, he's a pretty easy-going guy to hang out with casually. He has a very laid-back air that's attractive to people looking to just chill, so he never lacks for people to talk with. He doesn't mind much, since he enjoys company, but sometimes, suddenly, he slips away from the crowd to seek some quiet solitude.
Non-confrontational is perhaps a fine way to describe him, though one must determine where the line is drawn between pacifism and apathy. He fights no battles, not his, not any others'. He certainly doesn't see himself as a coward, doesn't avoid conflict out of fear, rather he simply can't find any reason to do so. He is a person of necessity, finds it hard to scrounge for motivation inside of him to do anything but sleep sometimes. If he could float through life on a cloud, not weighed down by responsibilities or obligations, he would do so. Sometimes, sometimes it is simply too hard to even get out of bed.
ＬＩＫＥＳ:
✔ Soccer Being from a South American country, soccer is just another part of his culture. Plus, pick up games are a nice way to spend an evening. ✔ Guitar || Also a bit of a tradition thing; he only plays the acoustic guitar though, soft melodies and Spanish guitar being his specialties. ✔ Pastries || Especially freshly baked ones, or homemade ones. Nothing beats good home cooking. ✔ Long Bus or Car Rides || The motion of a moving vehicle never fails to lull him to sleep, and the experience is always a pleasant one. ✔ Campfires || Who can say for certain what the allure of a roaring fire is? Perhaps it's the people sitting around it, perhaps the atmosphere created by the stark contrast of blazing embers against night sky. It could be the s'mores. Either way, he thoroughly enjoys a good gathering around one. ✔ Stargazing || A lonely endeavor, a peaceful one, though he does not mind sharing the experience with another, provided they don't speak.✔
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✖ Physical Labor || He is not made for toiling hours in the sun, instead much preferring the siesta hour. ✖ Black Coffee || It is far too bitter for his tastes, and the caffeine makes it difficult to sleep. If he is going to have any coffee, it's going to be with plenty of cream and some sugar. ✖ Incredibly Sunny Days || The heat and sun make him drowsy, and not the pleasant kind either. No, it's the sticky kind of sleep that leaves him feeling lethargic and out of it. ✖ Winter || The cold freezes, chills him to the bone. It does not help that in the midsts of the winter months, the little motivation he has is held hostage by rebelling feelings. ✖ Airplanes || He always gets nauseous during takeoff and he can never sleep through flights. ✖
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☠ Dying || Perhaps not of the act of dying itself, but rather what comes after. The Fields of Asphodel are a terrifying prospect; he can think of no fate more horrifying than a damned existence of merely wandering for eternity without thought, especially since he knows he has no chance of making it to Elysium. ☠
☠ Sleep Paralysis || The immobility has gripped him before, an anvil sitting on his chest, each time more unpleasant than the last. The seconds become hours, frozen in a black abyss, terror gripping him for every instant of the seemingly never ending darkness. ☠
✔ Soccer Being from a South American country, soccer is just another part of his culture. Plus, pick up games are a nice way to spend an evening. ✔ Guitar || Also a bit of a tradition thing; he only plays the acoustic guitar though, soft melodies and Spanish guitar being his specialties. ✔ Pastries || Especially freshly baked ones, or homemade ones. Nothing beats good home cooking. ✔ Long Bus or Car Rides || The motion of a moving vehicle never fails to lull him to sleep, and the experience is always a pleasant one. ✔ Campfires || Who can say for certain what the allure of a roaring fire is? Perhaps it's the people sitting around it, perhaps the atmosphere created by the stark contrast of blazing embers against night sky. It could be the s'mores. Either way, he thoroughly enjoys a good gathering around one. ✔ Stargazing || A lonely endeavor, a peaceful one, though he does not mind sharing the experience with another, provided they don't speak.✔
ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ:
✖ Physical Labor || He is not made for toiling hours in the sun, instead much preferring the siesta hour. ✖ Black Coffee || It is far too bitter for his tastes, and the caffeine makes it difficult to sleep. If he is going to have any coffee, it's going to be with plenty of cream and some sugar. ✖ Incredibly Sunny Days || The heat and sun make him drowsy, and not the pleasant kind either. No, it's the sticky kind of sleep that leaves him feeling lethargic and out of it. ✖ Winter || The cold freezes, chills him to the bone. It does not help that in the midsts of the winter months, the little motivation he has is held hostage by rebelling feelings. ✖ Airplanes || He always gets nauseous during takeoff and he can never sleep through flights. ✖
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☠ Dying || Perhaps not of the act of dying itself, but rather what comes after. The Fields of Asphodel are a terrifying prospect; he can think of no fate more horrifying than a damned existence of merely wandering for eternity without thought, especially since he knows he has no chance of making it to Elysium. ☠
☠ Sleep Paralysis || The immobility has gripped him before, an anvil sitting on his chest, each time more unpleasant than the last. The seconds become hours, frozen in a black abyss, terror gripping him for every instant of the seemingly never ending darkness. ☠
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ＦＡＭＩＬＹ::
Catarina D'Cruz || 42 || Mother
Diego D'Cruz || 71 || Grandfather
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰ ＷＩＴＨ ＧＯＤＬＹ ＰＡＲＥＮＴ:
Surprisingly enough, Hypnos and Altair share a fairly good relationship. As more of a minor god, Hypnos finds himself with more time on his hands, so Altair has seen plenty of it. He used to visit every month when Tair was around six. The visits slowly dropped off, but in their stead, Hypnos visited in dreams. He would still pop in occasionally, for an hour or two here and there, or a whole day if they were lucky, but a majority of their time together was spent in dreams. Tair truly holds affection for the god, especially after seeing how many other gods treated their children.
ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ:
Catarina D'Cruz was born in a small apartment in New York city, but her parents were not. They emigrated from Brazil when they were younger, working hard to earn a decent enough living to stay afloat. So Altair's mother was raised in poverty, a hardworking and strictly no-nonsense individual.
But she was soft at heart, a fan of rainy days and lazy Sundays. It was these things that drew Hypnos to her. They met in a museum, a spark ignited, and things progressed from there. He was not secretive about who he was; soon after their third date, he told her. She became pregnant about six months into their relationship, and while she was initially concerned about keeping the child, her parents convinced her she should. And so Altair was born. Hypnos stayed until Tair was a few months old, his connection with Cat stronger since they had spent so much time together outside of dreams. But he had to leave eventually. Despite this, he maintained steady contact.
When Tair was thirteen, his grandmother died. It was a difficult time for the entire family, and Tair was lost without her. Hypnos was there in dreams to help console him. One night, he told Tair of a place, a school with others like him. He was going to be a freshman, it was the perfect opportunity to go. Although he was eager to leave behind the torturous memories of his deceased grandmother, he knew he shouldn't leave his family in their hour of trouble. So he stayed for another year, but he left for the academy at the beginning of his sophomore year.
ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥ ＰＯＷＥＲ:
The ability to manipulate dreams. It makes for excellent pranks, but the real reason is that he loves the feeling of freedom. In dreams he can do what he wishes, what he has no motivation to do in reality, what he's too afraid to do in reality. There are no limits in dreams. A close second would be casting illusions, though.
ＭＩＳＣＥＬＬＡＮＥＯＵＳ:
He smokes. A nasty habit, admittedly, and certainly one he's trying to quit.
The languages he knows are Portuguese, Spanish, and English, learned in that order.
Catarina D'Cruz || 42 || Mother
Diego D'Cruz || 71 || Grandfather
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰ ＷＩＴＨ ＧＯＤＬＹ ＰＡＲＥＮＴ:
Surprisingly enough, Hypnos and Altair share a fairly good relationship. As more of a minor god, Hypnos finds himself with more time on his hands, so Altair has seen plenty of it. He used to visit every month when Tair was around six. The visits slowly dropped off, but in their stead, Hypnos visited in dreams. He would still pop in occasionally, for an hour or two here and there, or a whole day if they were lucky, but a majority of their time together was spent in dreams. Tair truly holds affection for the god, especially after seeing how many other gods treated their children.
ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ:
Catarina D'Cruz was born in a small apartment in New York city, but her parents were not. They emigrated from Brazil when they were younger, working hard to earn a decent enough living to stay afloat. So Altair's mother was raised in poverty, a hardworking and strictly no-nonsense individual.
But she was soft at heart, a fan of rainy days and lazy Sundays. It was these things that drew Hypnos to her. They met in a museum, a spark ignited, and things progressed from there. He was not secretive about who he was; soon after their third date, he told her. She became pregnant about six months into their relationship, and while she was initially concerned about keeping the child, her parents convinced her she should. And so Altair was born. Hypnos stayed until Tair was a few months old, his connection with Cat stronger since they had spent so much time together outside of dreams. But he had to leave eventually. Despite this, he maintained steady contact.
When Tair was thirteen, his grandmother died. It was a difficult time for the entire family, and Tair was lost without her. Hypnos was there in dreams to help console him. One night, he told Tair of a place, a school with others like him. He was going to be a freshman, it was the perfect opportunity to go. Although he was eager to leave behind the torturous memories of his deceased grandmother, he knew he shouldn't leave his family in their hour of trouble. So he stayed for another year, but he left for the academy at the beginning of his sophomore year.
ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥ ＰＯＷＥＲ:
The ability to manipulate dreams. It makes for excellent pranks, but the real reason is that he loves the feeling of freedom. In dreams he can do what he wishes, what he has no motivation to do in reality, what he's too afraid to do in reality. There are no limits in dreams. A close second would be casting illusions, though.
ＭＩＳＣＥＬＬＡＮＥＯＵＳ:
He smokes. A nasty habit, admittedly, and certainly one he's trying to quit.
The languages he knows are Portuguese, Spanish, and English, learned in that order.
