𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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#[ an untold story ✦ headcanons ᯓ ⋆✴︎ ̊.⋆ ]
what does your muse smell like ? ⸻ If you get close enough, Wanderer's skin smells faintly of maple wood, cherry blossoms, and a hint of static electricity — but he doesn't have much of a scent at all, lacking human glands. His clothes always smell of soap and fresh linens, though you can usually tell when he's been on the road based off of any scents lingering after a long journey. He occasionally selects floral perfumes to wear, preferring blends with jasmine and iris. what do your muse’s hands feel like ? ⸻ Soft and supple, you could say that Wanderer has the unblemished hands of royalty. He has attempted many times to roughen his palms and develop calluses; he is no stranger to handicrafts and physically demanding labor. Yet in spite of all his efforts, he cannot alter his body, always doomed to be an exquisite puppet. If you press hard enough into his skin, his handprints seem to resemble wood grain more than any human pattern. His hands also lack any body heat, making them feel cold and a little hollow. what does your muse usually eat in a day ? ⸻ Generally speaking, Wanderer doesn't eat or drink. His body doesn't require it - eating is for novelty more than anything else. Even if he cooks, he'll usually try to foist the results on someone else - but if he gets roped into eating together, he'll begrudgingly partake. He's especially fond of bitter foods, and will accept a cup of tea with minimal coaxing. However, he generally considers cuisine wasted on him, and prefers to insist that someone else eat it for him. Does he secretly harbor concern for his human companions, who perish without ample food and drink? ...He'd sooner eat the meal he's refusing than admit that much, so don't push it. does your muse have a good singing voice ? ⸻ Surprisingly, yes — if he didn't purposely try to make it more abrasive. His voice can become very soft and gentle, perfect for lullabies... In short, you'll never hear him sing. He wishes he had the kind of power that that rockstar Xinyan does, but the best he can manage is a solemn monastic chant. That being said... The kabukimono may have sung his young friend to sleep a few times, when the child would cry for his mother. Such memories are as distant as another life, however. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics ? ⸻ His worst habit is also his strongest coping mechanism: the instinct to push people away as soon as they come into contact with him. After realizing that humans were illogically drawn to him like moths to a flame, he sought to make himself as abrasive and undesirable as possible, fanning the flames of vengeance and rage into being. Although he was "reset" by Irminsul, once his memories returned, centuries of reflexive denial and irritability flooded back in an instant. It's extremely difficult for him to express his true feelings about his companions, and he fears further betrayal more than anything. His nervous tics are all related to his hat. He often touches or tugs on the brim of his hat — it's his shield against any keen eyes that might read his rather open expressions. He has a habit of dipping his head to hide his face if he's caught off guard, hiding under the sanctuary of his hat until he recovers. Without his hat — and without any combat to boost his confidence — he becomes quiet and avoidant, rarely making eye contact. He feels too exposed without its brim above his head, a puppet easily interpreted and manipulated.
what does your muse usually look like / wear ? ⸻ His outfit rarely, if ever, changes. Since he has a puppet's body, his hair doesn't grow out, nor does his skin change over time. Truly, he's the sort of person who seems "frozen in time" whenever you see him. He attempts to twist his beautiful visage into something sharper and less refined, but his natural resting face is serene and gentle. Because his body does not age, and he was created without blemish, he actually doesn't put much effort into his appearance — his hair is already styled, his eyeliner painted on. He does, however, meticulously clean his clothing and maintain his gear. There was a time when he cluelessly wandered around the craftsmen's forges, collecting soot beneath his soles and smudges on his exquisite garments, but he never forgot the important lessons in cleaning and care that he learned thereafter. If anything, his immaculate clothing is his way of paying respect to those kind-hearted swordsmiths. He does regularly paint his nails black — a small personal flair in defiance of his creator's design — but any applied paints or pigments eventually peel and flake from his body as it restores his "original" state. However, his nails themselves will never grow out. is your muse affectionate ? how much ? how so ? ⸻ He is shockingly affectionate, but not in any typical way. Deep down, he has a very tender heart, and the humans around him tend to draw forth the emotions from his soul. Pity, sorrow, rage; he has felt all in equal measure on account of his companions. Because he swore to hold himself above all human emotions and reject all bonds, he has struggled to reconcile the feelings within his heart with his fears and former vows. Usually, when he expresses affection, it's very two-faced — his mouth spouts words of apathy and irritation, but his actions betray his true feelings. He would never admit it, but he likes to do nice things for those he cares about: giving gifts, rendering them aid, or even just offering his (reluctant) presence are common ways he nonverbally shows affection. what position does your muse sleep in ? ⸻ He usually falls asleep on his back, with his hat either shielding his face or clasped over his torso. He likes to trace along the trim of his hat until he falls asleep. He's not picky about his accommodations; he'll just as soon sleep in a tree as he will a bed. Since his puppet's body doesn't require the same comfort as a human's, he usually will opt to sleep holding onto his hat rather than covering himself with soft blankets or a downy pillow. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ? ⸻ No. His footsteps are light and soft: graceful, like a cat. Even before receiving his Anemo vision, Wanderer's movements have always been as subtle as the night wind. The only indication of his coming and going, if you don't spot his hat from a mile away, is the soft jangling of the monastic chimes hanging from his hat. However, due to their small size and unorthodox form, even the relatively harsh pitch of those rings is barely audible.
