「 DOVE 」
[AGE] • SCHOLAR • UNCAGED • [MAJOR]
BIO:
Fighting for war is like fucking for virginity. That's what you always believed in. Peace, you learnt soon, was the highest blessing to achieve on earth. It was the sun after which flowers turnt their head, the water after which all throats thirsted, air without which humans would crash and lose all hope, their lungs pestering with fear and pain and final desperation. Without peace, there was death. Your idealogies were always called cute and innocent, as you grew older they were called idealistic and naive. But they couldn't understand. They didn't see the importance of peace, equality, freedom. And so you watched them sit in their little life boats, look over those in the icy water, witness them drown. You watched them and tried to tell them that if only they saved the others too, bigger boats would eventually be able to be built, and they'd hold everyone in unity, with no discrimination, no one left behind. But they refused to understand. You told them over and over again. Until they stopped listening. And so your hands turned into fists.
Not because you enjoy the blood, not because the outcome might serve you, not because it the others started it. Not for any motivation that their war is based on. But because in a world where selfishness ruled, people got hurt, badly hurt, it eventually wasn't enough anymore to sit back and watch. One by one, you'd kick everyone out of their little life boat, to teach them what it meant to drown. Oh, they'd understand. They'd want change, fight for it, help you achieve it, if only they would feel, just once, how it felt to suffer. Don't they know that those in power must help those in lack of it? Why are they wasting their resources for games if greater goods can be achieved, reached, shared? Your vest might not be as white anymore, but at least it will be stained with the blood of those who deserve it. You merely need to climb to the top first, to gain a little more power, and instead of brushing you aside like a crumb on their shny cravats, they will have to listen. And even if they don't. You'll have enough power to change the world for the better without them. Sometimes, you have to go to war to achieve peace.
TRAITS:
HOPEFUL • PEACEFUL • HOPEFUL • RELENTLESS • IDEALISTIC
CONNECTIONS:
ABOUT SEAGULL: "I ... don’t trust them. They came talking to me multiple times, often right before or right after Volière connected events, and seemed very eager to make me believe we’re going to become friends. I’m not sure they know what friends are, though. The more I fail, the more they seem to enjoy themselves. Clearly they think it’s funny how hard I’m trying to get into the Volière. It’s obvious they’re part of the Volière themselves. If that’s the case, though, why wanting to see me fail? Or why making the effort of talking to me so often?”
ABOUT OWL: "I've only met them recently, but it became easily very obvious that they’re incredibly smart. Maybe they’re not the nicest person, no, but at least they’re not at Whitebridge for the shininess. I can’t wait for the next discussion to have them help me prove some idiots wrong with cold, unwavering facts.”
ABOUT PEACOCK: "Now, you see, this is exactly the type of person I don’t ... understand. Certainly, they are very beautiful and talented, but must they focus on it so much? Other people are very beautiful and talented too! All that power in their hands and they only use it to look pretty. Ugh, I hope there's more to them than their money, because I don't want to be in a society to change the world only to be stopped by someone too comfortable in their feathers to get up their arse."
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