⤜ Basic Info ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ ⋄ Name | Realism Gaatee (Goes by Thing) ⋄ Age | 25 ⋄ Gender | none (Goes by he/him pronouns) ⋄ Sexual Orientation | Homosexual ⋄ Physical build | Tall and muscular ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ⤜ Stats ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ [✽] Intellect/Cleverness: ★ ★ ✩ ✩ ✩ [↭] Agility/Speed: ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ [♜] Physical Strength: ★ ★ ✩ ✩ ✩ ⋄ 7 total slots available [★] ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ⤜ Personal info ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ ⋄ Birthplace | Frozen Forest ⋄ Current home | The Frosted Grave Yard ⋄ Current occupation | Wandered ⋄ Likes | Frost | Snow | Ice ⋄ Dislikes | Annoying things | Heat | Rude things ⋄ Good traits | Protective | Funny | Kind ⋄ Bad traits | shy | sarcastic (A lot) | ⋄ Neutral traits | Calm | quite | active ⋄ Personality Overview | Very sarcastic ⋄ Inventory : | dog tags | ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ⤜ Relationships ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ Key ❤ | Mates ♡ | Romantic attraction ♫ | Family ✎ | Teacher/looks up to ★ | Close friends ☆ | Friends ? | Acquaintance/dislike ✖ | Hate ☢ | Will literally kill on sight ⋄ [Name of character] | [Symbols that apply] [Elaborate] ⋄ [Name of character] | [Symbols that apply] [Elaborate] ⋄ [Name of character] | [Symbols that apply] [Elaborate] ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ⤜ Credits ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ ⋄ Audio | Imagine Dragons - Believer Kaskade Remix ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ⤜ Blank area ⇾ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ ⋄ | ______________________________________________________ ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙
@Raininqq A short story (Or backstory): Realism slid on the ice, extending his claws to get a firm grip on it. A small crack formed on it causing the ice to break and shatter; Realism slipped off a large piece of the now broken ice and fell into the freezing waters. (This is when he had fur and skin on his head) As he fell in, Realism hit his head on a chunk of ice under the water, catching a bit of fur and skin. A few days later, Realism awoke on the shore of the lake; he pushed himself up and shook his head. "W-what happened?..." He asked dazed. A moment later, Realism spotted a pile of fur laying next to him. In shock and disbelief, he let out a small yelp. "No, no, no! That can't be mine!" He said shaking. He put one paw up to his head and felt no fur what so ever; it's like it was just bone! He returned to his village, and got looks like he was a demon or something! Realism heard everyone muttering, but the only words he could hear were, "What is that THING? Look at that thing!" Over and over. He soon reached home and muttered to himself, "Thing..." The word rang in his ear. He lay down in bed and shut his eyes, "Goodnight, Thing..." He thought he heard a whisper and said to himself, "Thing..."
