Light a fire and bathe me in darkness.
Desired Race: Hooman Bean
Character Idea:
I want to believe.
If they were to be honest with themself (which honestly they rarely are) then they would say they’re searching for ... something. They aren't sure what but - they’re looking for a purpose maybe, a direction, anything. That they want aliens to be real so there’s something better out there, something more. That they vehemently reject the idea of a christian god because nobody wants to believe that someone planned this shithole of a planet and didn’t even have the decency to stick around. That nobody could condone what their parents did to them, especially not in dedication to their name.
this is all done in god's name.
But that would require a lot of emotional labour.
Ax isn’t really into work.
work builds character.
By all appearances, Ax is a klutzy kooky artist type. And in some ways they are. Born into a lumberjack family, Ax picked up woodcarving and pyrography at a young age out of the desire to not have to pick up a chainsaw. Wanton destruction, even for the purpose of putting food on the table? So not their jam, man. Or woman. Or other. Ax (though they weren’t Ax then) don’t judge, yeah.
you can't do that. It's not right.
Only then they up and realised that art was /fun/. From paints to pastels, carving, pyrography, glasswork, pottery, Ax has tried (and usually abandoned) it all. Their kooky little shop is filled with handmade objects of every variety, from tacky or misshapen to genuinely beautiful pieces of art. They moved to the big city to get away from it all, and in some ways it’s worked. To customers, Ax plays the kooky artist hippie. To friends they’re the snarky prickly person who nonetheless will knit you a jumper.
A pacifist at heart, Ax is a bleeding heart who hurts that the world is so cruel and unfair. They cover this squish with aggression and snark mostly, but the local homeless know that as long as the landlord don’t come calling for an inspection, Ax’s (admittedly run-down) flat is always open for crashing in for a night or two. That there’s always a cup of hot tea with shitty moonshine if you want it.
Ax is probably neurologically unsound. At least, that’s what their parents said. What the church guy said. What the professionals said. What the camp counsellor said. What the therapist said. But fuck those guys. Somewhere there’s probably a vulnerable missing person report on them. Somewhere there’s a burnt out shell of a building that used to be a christian therapy center. Sure they get paranoid sometimes….sure they have a few issues now and then, but seriously who fuckin’ doesn’t when the planet is going to die because of climate change anyway.
you'll be a better person at the end of this.
Ax’s products are always as handmade or secondhand as they can get. Reuse, recycle, it’ll make a difference.
(they want to believe that’s true.)
(they want to believe.)