Name: Fletcher Gender: Genderflux (He/Them) Sexuality: Ace Likes: Their scarf, running, staying clean, routine Dislikes: Sugar, candy, anything cutesy looking, the arrows stuck in his body, standing still for more than 2 minutes, pain, being alive Personality: Cynical, restless, perpetually done, pessimistic, sarcastic, witty, depressed af Backstory: Fletcher is... something not quite alive, not quite dead. Fletcher's first memory is waking up in a distorted, Candyland resembling forest with no clue to how they got there or who they were. The only thing he remembered was the name "Fletcher" and that the way too small scarf wrapped around his neck was incredibly important to them. Oh, and about half a dozen unremovable arrows embedded in every region of their body that initially drove them nearly insane from the pain. After waking up, they spent hours, days, weeks, and then eventually months roaming what he dubbed the "Warped Forest", a twisted woodland where nothing was as it seemed. Bright-colored trees that resembled cotton candy sticks would lunge at them at random, trying to tangle him up in their sticky, spiderweb-like strands. Chocolate rivers could suddenly surge up at any moment and try and drown them. Innocent gumdrop, rabbit-like creatures could grow up to 5x their normal size and attempt to rip them to shreds. Despite all this danger, nothing seemed capable of harming Fletcher. He could feel the painful sensation of being strangled alive by trees, drowning in brown mucus, and having his limbs stretched like putty but nothing in this strange, nightmarish land could actually do any physical harm to him. The only thing that has managed to physically harm him are the arrows they awoke with, causing trickles of black blood(?) to pour out with every step. Fletcher doesn't pretend to understand what brought them here or why this is happening to them but is convinced at this point that they're stuck in some sort of twisted purgatory, torturing him for a sin he can't remember committing. Other: His current goal is to avoid as many pain-inducing things as possible, while possibly finding a way to escape the Warped Forest. Whether that be through a physical exit or ... simply death. (Wow that turned out to be 180% more dark than intended) =Credits= Character Design - @-sushii- Art - Me Background - Google Song - Aftermath by Caravan Palace = =
