this character is brilliant, and i love the trait list. i'm totally captivated.

(also, brand new lyrics=<3333333)

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you know you love me.

...right?

. . . right?

This is really awesome... I love how in depth you've gone with his character!

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"Have a cluckity-cluck-cluck day, Hugo."

That's freaking awesome o.O
Can I ask how he died the first time? I'm curious
Awesome layout. Awesome Art. Just... plain awesome.

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With endless love, we left you sleeping.
Now we're sleeping with you.
Don't wake up.

Oh def! This chara sheet was hard to do because condensing almost a hundred pages of various backstory is very difficult for me xD
Ignore the corniness! This was written a few years ago.

"The day passed in a flash of corsages, tuxedo pieces, and shiny shoes, finding the sun setting on a lightly-touseled teenager standing under a leafy tree, grinning happily for photos. The ending glow of the sun caught in his hair and soaked his black tux in rich gold. His parents would say that they'd never seen him look so grown-up...or so happy. The clouds quickly throttled the end of the light.
His car was old but sturdy, barely rattling when a heavy palm dropped upon the hood. Shy never could have comprehended how easily it could be crushed until it was doing so around him, at the bottom of a shallow gulch. He had promised himself that he'd return the tux in perfect condition so that no fines would have to be paid. He would learn that the formalwear store didn't take back rentals with huge, bloody gashes over the heart from encounters with bridge guardrails. He'd always thought that the ambulance came straight to an accident, but he'd never really thought about someone needing to be there to call. When you're lying broken in a ditch below the tall bridge off which you hydroplaned, a two-inch wide piece of guardrail impaling you, there's no one there to call.
He lay there for almost an hour, tears of unimaginable pain mingling with the hot rain that poured into his nostrils, his ears, and his gaping, twisted mouth. Finally, he died.
It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, but Shy discovered himself sitting on a pitted bench in an old subway station, clutching a map in his sweaty palms. As he looked down in surprise at the folded paper, he was struck suddenly by the inexorable knowledge that he was, in fact, Somewhere Else. He wasn't sad or afraid. Merely understanding, and as the first subway sped by, sending rattling waves through his bones, he saw that the passengers were the same. Merely understanding.
An empty sensation grew from his chest after a minute or two, and when Shy looked down at the locus, he saw a gaping hole where his heart had been, framed by the torn tatters of his tuxedo. How interesting.
A train pulled up to the station, and Shy stood, ready to explore. However, a wave of dizziness washed over him in a nauseating rush and he fell to the floor, having the vague feeling of melting as he blacked out.
He awoke with a scream, an adolescent scream that bounced off of the steel surfaces of the emergency room, slamming into the eardrums of the surgeons and doctors with the force of a bloody tsunami. He would later be told that he had been dead for almost eight minutes, a record for the hospital.
His vision never adjusted back to normal. To him, the bright light above the operating table was no different from the depths of the ocean at midnight. The doctors marked him down as totally blind with no light perception, even though he insisted that he saw glowing figures the entire time he stayed in the hospital. The doctors wrote it off as residual rod firing and assured him that where he saw that increasingly glowing, reclining figure, there was merely a dark wall. They never could determine why his vision had gone, though. X-rays revealed no non-superficial head injuries, and his eyes looked just like any seeing person’s. Over time, his broken leg and arm healed, and the gash in his chest became a raised scar that would always ache when touched.
One of the doctors gave him the piece of twisted metal that had lodged itself in his heart, eventually cutting off all bloodflow in the left ventricle. It was nothing short of miraculous that they could revive his heart after that trauma without brain damage or other tissue damage.
“But what about my eyes?”
“Things happen.” "

Thanks! It was hard to resist going TOO far into his character! Most of my characters have been around for many years, and they've colelcted lots of personality facets over that time span that are difficult to pick between focusing on (((:

Onaniel = <3333333333!!

i'm glad you like them! i don't like it when chara sheets are too dull, so i tried to include a large variety of shtuff
thanks for the fave, too <3

and thank you thank you thank you <33333

This is really fun to look at; I can't wait to see your entry! :-D

And I can totally relate to how hard it is condensing the history of a character and still make them seem believable. xD

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Well behaved women rarely make history.

Yeah! You personally have all this knowledge and development behind them, but when you write or draw for a new audience, you have to decide the most important and necessary bits for whatever the task at hand is (and those bits ALWAYS vary from purpose to purpose...Murphy's law....x_x)

I LOVE your characters and entry. Many many props <3

Haha, I gotta say the same.

And I just looked through your gallery, and I have to say it's fantastic. I gotta watch you.

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Well behaved women rarely make history.