astra jane davis ; the multiverse embodiment.
🧠 name: astra jane davis . 🧠 age: early twenties. 🧠 race: human? (cosmic entity ; the embodiment of the multiverse). 🧠 abilities: inter-dimensional travel, time travel (can travel through the multiverse and all timelines), cosmic energy manipulation, minor reality warping. 🧠 gender: demigirl (she/they). 🧠 sexuality: demiromantic demisexual. 🧠 place of birth: (earth-199999) usa, new york. 🧠 spoken languags: english. 🧠 occupation: game art designer ; game art student. 🧠 religion: wicca. 💗 face claim: dylan gelula. 💗 hair color: red and black. 💗 eye color: brown (pink when using powers). 💗height: 162 cm. 💗scars: self harm scars.
👁️ moral alignment: true neutral. 👁️ personality: INTP 👁️ positive traits: creative, ingenious, intelligent, observant, analytical, objective, theoretical, loyal, logical. 👁️ negative traits: restless, temperamental, disorganized, absent-minded, difficulty expressing emotions and understanding the emotions of others, suspicious, distrusting, insensitive. 👁️ psychological evalulation: schizotypal personality disorder, nightmare disorder, sleep-related hallucinations. 👁️ hobbies: drawing, programming, animation, singing, composing music, playing video games.
» history; (kaleidoscope of images flooding her consciousness ; pouring out on the paper like a rushing river. she couldn’t stop drawing. graphite-stained fingers dancing in frantic trance filling page after page with chaotic lines and curves. she can’t stop. fragments of imagination and shadows of nightmares blending with reality. drafted shapes and figures like a carbon flowers scattered against paper-white surface. (the sky opens like a broken mirror ; multiverse leaking. universe bleeding in every dream ; constant dreaming state ; she can’t wake up.) endless stories swirling inside the brain waiting to be told ; the choir of voices chanting & screaming in agony. she couldn’t grasp the present ; deafened by the cosmic noise haunting her even in the crowded cafe. creeping between the people’s voices and hiding between the conversations. no one paid any attention to the weird figure - a girl with a mind shattered like a glass.)
WIP.
