Jean Character SheetName: Ellen Jean SullivanNickname: JeanGender: MaleSex:: FemaleAge: 18D.O.B: June 1Race: HumanOrientation: Homosexual (for men)Identity: Genderqueer (prefers male pronouns)Occupation: Sales clerk/stockerHair: Not thick, not thinHair Color: Dark brownHair Length: ShortHair Style: Cropped with the sides buzzedEye Color: BrownEye Shape: AlmondFacial Structure: Narrow-ish face, high cheek bonesFacial Features: Straight nose, thick eyebrowsBuild: A stick.Skin Tone: Very paleHeight: 5'9Weight: N/AScars: NoneClothing: Clothing varies. However, he is always well dressed. Accessories: NoneWeapon: None. Personality:Jean is a very kind person, but he's also very skittish. He's not terribly fond of large crowds of people or being the center of attention. He pr
AsterismsI could make a map of theFreckles on your skin, callThem constellations so I'llAlways know the way home.I can see Orion in theCurve of your spine andIn your hunters eyes, theNight unfolding.I am particles of dustCompared to your supernovaPresence, waiting to beEclipsed in your shadow.
Falling Stars are TragediesThere are marigoldsUnfolding in the cracks ofThis writers heart and all mySecrets are written alongTheir petals,Delicate as the sighsThat paint your collarbones,The nostalgia swimming inYour eyes, those scars onYour arms like verses fromMy favorite poem. That heartbeat drummingUnder my palm has becomeThe soundtrack of my life.You said freedom was inBeing bold and that becameMy favorite line.[Baby, you're beautiful likeFalling stars are tragic andI'll fall with you - justPromise you won't let me go.]
SurrenderI am surrendering to the sun.I choose to feel every ashThat falls on my waiting tongueLike some pagan renditionOf the Eucharist.I'm struggling againstMyself, the confines of mySkin, the way your fingers makeMy bones burn - I am notMy own anymore.[You're in me marrow deepAnd prayer isn't enough toPurge you from my lungs.]
We'll Never BeI'm grieving for the voicesInside my heart because I knowOur love is in the secretsWe keep, and I know thatYelling won't make you stay.The gods that rest in theHollow of your throat have meWrapped around their fingers.The kind words from teachers,Students, family, friends, allThe people I can't love, won'tHelp me kick this addiction.[This is a dream that'sGone too far - we'll neverBe tamed.]
AeturnusThe kisses I plantedBetween your shoulder bladesAre blooming into midnightOrchids - I can see them,Velvet-black veins reflectingMoonlight against your skin.You've got celestial bodiesDancing down the curve ofYour spine, your scars likeNeptune's rings around yourHeart, vines and thorns toProtect what lies within.Those eyes are like yinAnd yang - you've seen tooMuch and just can't shakeThe way destiny feels behindThe hollows of your eyelids,An itch that can't be scratched.
Arthur Broderick SheetName: Arthur BroderickNickname: ArtieGender: MaleAge: 17D.O.B: March 16thRace: Ghost/Spirit (previously human)Orientation: HomosexualOccupation: NoneHair: LongHair Color: Pale blonde/whiteHair Length: Middle of his backHair Style: Almost always tied backEye Color: Green,,Eye Shape: Almond (slightly rounded)Facial Structure: Slightly narrow faceFacial Features: Button nose, arched browsBuild: A stick.Skin Tone: Very paleHeight: 5'10Weight: N/AScars: NoneClothing: A white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, gray pants, brown shoes. Accessories: NoneWeapon: None. Personality:Arthur is typically a very dry-humoured boy, more-so since his passing. He is, however, a good listener. He doesn't talk very much when someone is venting to him or disc