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enfp-a || 21 || angel 〈〈 PIK HADDAWAY 〉〉 and he was the bird-boned lost boy with a wild heart craving adventure and in so to depart so god kept him tucked away in fear the world would corrupt him. penned by t.

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❛ Uh... look, it's the last jug. You can take it. ❜ Pik offered --- a bashful smile teasing his features as the thought this encounter was some kind of slap on the hand for even thinking of picking up SunnyD when Nya specifically told him to get milk. ❛ I wasn’t s’posed to get this stuff anyway. ❜

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“ i don’t have time for a friendship. do you know how many books i need to read? ”

[pxiik-blog]

❛ ...No. How many? ❜

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Carolines head was pounding still from drinking too much alcohol at that party last night and the only cure she knew for that was to drink more alcohol, which isn’t really that good of a solution right now, seeing as she was at her brother’s restaurant.  Letting out a deep groan as she folded her arms over the table, she asked the person sitting in front of her, “Is it possible that anyone here, would have anything for a migraine?” She sat up a bit her hand still on her head.

[pxiik-blog]

This wasn’t the first time Pik had noticed the other brunette ; since he and his friend had been seated at a table, dark browns kept darting over to her... inconspicuously, of course, as he was afraid of being caught. It wasn’t until his friend had left to the bathroom that he had a clear view. She looked uncomfortable, in pain --- which was what had his curiosity. He reacted to her groan with a small jump in his seat, taken by surprise, but immediately looked down and began idly playing with his food as if he hadn’t. It wasn’t until her question was asked that he looked back to her, surprised it seemed it was directed at him.

❛ Migraine? ❜ He repeated slowly --- what seemed like minutes after. Was it weird he didn’t know what a migraine was? Was a migraine why she looked so uncomfortable? He was afraid to ask. ❛ What’s a... migraine? ❜

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

[pxiik-blog]

Pik was taking a casual afternoon stroll around town when a small, shiny item caught his eye... or rather, two items. Attention first went to the metallic assortment lying on the walkway leading to an apartment building. Looked to be a set of keys. He approached the items curiously, leaned to pick them up, and furrowed his brows upon getting a closer look at the other item --- a small tube of acrylic paint. Weird. Dark browns swept up to look around ; a cock of his brow when it appeared no one was nearby. ❛ Hello? ❜

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Layla released a soft sigh when the wind blew away all her paperwork. She was grading the children’s drawings in the park, figuring she needed a little sunshine to kiss her pale skin and the fresh air to clear her mind. She got up from her seat on the bench and collected the drawings; mumbling softly to herself in annoyance.

[pxiik-blog]

Dark browns trailed along the park’s path as he strode down it, silently counting each step he took for fun. A small childlike grin tugged at the corners of his lips --- though it came to close, curiosity taking its place as he caught glimpse of white out of the corner of his eye. Sights darted ahead to a stranger collecting something similar. He moved to do the same. However, just as he leaned down, a small gust of wind appeared to take it for one last ride ; he stepped quickly from side to side, a goofy little dance before he’d finally captured it.

The paper in hand, Pik’s attention went back to the girl --- a pause, sudden but brief ; he caught a glance before continuing forward. Approaching with a soft voice, he held the paper out to her. ❛ Is... uh, this yours? ❜

[pxiik-blog]

☾ ♢ ━ ‹  devon bostick › meet pik haddaway, a twenty-one year old angel cismale that has been living in lunar grove for three weeks now. this caregiver is known as the lost boy, because he is adventurous & light-hearted, as well as immature & naïve. his soulmate is a human that looks like lindsey morgan, because of the jera-nauthiz bandrún etched onto his calf. ‹ t, 23, she/her & cst ›

〈〈 basic. 〉〉

name: pinniki pik daggart haddaway nickname(s): pin, niki age: 21 birthday: 09/28/96 (chosen by his friend, nya, when he confessed he didn’t know) species: angel gender: cismale pronouns: he/him

〈〈 family. 〉〉

mother: none father: none siblings: none relationship with parents / siblings: n/a

〈〈 appearance. 〉〉

faceclaim: devon bostick height: 6′0″ weight: 147 lbs body type: skinny, slender, slim, lanky, gawky hair / eye color: dark brown / dark brown skin: soft, smooth, lightly freckled dominant hand: left health: moderate scar(s): a long dash across the corner of his left wrist and a rather large slanted x on his right knee after falling from heaven, he has since healed but the scars remain scent: pen ink, green bamboo fibers, jasmine, herbal tea, soft hint of old spice (wolfthorn) fashion: dark, goth, grunge ; every piece burrowed from nya’s son whom passed away a few years back tattoo(s) / piercing(s) / jewelry: what looks to be a somewhat large jera-nauthiz bandrún is etched into the center of his left calf, as he is unfamiliar with viking runes he doesn’t particularly understand just what it means / none / he sometimes wears the silver rings and chains that nya’s son once wore nervous tic(s): n/a other: his [wings] aren’t considered large compared to others, medium if not small but can appear somewhat large when stretched out, not typical, color is close to his own hair color with several streaks of golden brown hidden throughout, somewhat scrappy, scruffy, unkempt in appearance, could possibly be compared to dog fur as the texture is similar, a few areas where long feathers are where short feathers should be and vice versa, patterns on either wing are inconsistent and asymmetric, and they are extremely soft

〈〈 home life. 〉〉

born / raised: heaven / heaven current living situation: living with nya as her caregiver vehicle(s): either nya’s nearly immobile ford fairmont or her old worn out bike phone: none laptop / computer: nya’s computer, old but usable pet(s): none

〈〈 place in society. 〉〉

financial: poor class or caste: working education: unqualified current employer / career: unofficial caregiver spoken language(s): various

〈〈 skills. 〉〉

combat: none literacy: good cooking: poor artistic: excellent technical: none

〈〈 beliefs. 〉〉

pro(s) / anti(s): pro-marriage, drug legislation / anti-death penalty, abortion religion: n/a philosophical: yes ghosts / afterlife / reincarnation / aliens: yes / yes / yes / yes criminal record: none alcohol / smoke / drugs: unknown / unknown / unknown diet: omnivore

〈〈 relationships. 〉〉

status: single romantic orientation: unknown sexual orientation: unknown children: none sexually: curious potential sexual / romantic partners: unknown / unknown

〈〈 traits and tendencies. 〉〉

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded  / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / unknown

〈〈 personality and interaction. 〉〉

phobia(s): n/a hobbies: sketching/drawing, writing, reading, listening to music quirk(s): n/a social media: n/a

〈〈 favorites. 〉〉

location: nya’s roof at sunset sports team: n/a music: appreciates classical/instrumental (thanks to nya) show(s): n/a movie(s): n/a book(s): curious george food: pinapple pizza beverage: sunny d color: red

〈〈 miscellaneous. 〉〉

moral alignment: neutral good mbti / mbti role: enfp-a / the campaigner enneagram / enneagram role: type 2 / the helper temperament: sanguine western / chinese / primal zodiac: libra / rat / vulture (supposedly) hogwarts / ilvermorny house: hufflepuff / wampus tarot card: strength tv topes: constantly curious, intrigued by humanity, humans are special, adorkable, easily impressed, man child, nice guy, the fool, amusing alien, skilled, but naïve love language: physical touch song that defines them: bowl of oranges by bright eyes aura: pink ideologies: n/a

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He’s like a book; he has this smell of adventure and every day with him is a cliffhanger.

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