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Headcannon # 15
Do not try to befriend Pitch Black
with the intentions of not dying
Try to befriend Pitch Black with the intentions of living
Try to befriend Pitch Black
To live as long as possible
Because to him
You are already dead
And everything is only a matter of time
Headcannon # 13
Pitch Black
Will never
sexually assault you
I cannot promise
He will not raise
A hand or two
Headcannon # 7
No matter how strong or powerful you are
You can never hide your presence from him/it.
Especially Eerie
To hide yourself means an attempt
to not exist.
Eerie Knows
When you do not exist.
It knows
What does and does not exist.
Headcannon # 5
Hierarchy of Pitch
Top being strongest
Eerie
Grey
Jet
Olive
Onyx
Charcoal
The weak below this line
__________
All of you roleplayers
>:D
Headcannon # 4
Pitch Black
despises
other Pitch Black.
No matter how friendly, helpful, and trustworthy he may seem.
He would rather
Team up with the Guardians
Just to destroy
His Doppleganger.
Headcannon # 1
Warning:
Muse extremely dangerous.
Roleplay with caution.
warriorprincesscupcake said:
☼: Childhood headcanon
Kozmotis was very much considered a military brat. His family and ancestors have been in the Golden Army since first existing, minus a few family members here and there. He was not shy, but nor was he extremely brash; however, just enough of a balance between adventurous and reckless due to his best friend one that was a female, always either tricking him or convincing him into the most ridiculous of situations.
This may or may not have anything to him developing the mentality of a hopeless romantic, and he may or may not have had a crush on his friend; especially when he was much younger. His parents were both high ranks
of the Golden Army, but their intelligence were unique in contrast to each other and were able to use their source of natural abilities to the liveliest enjoyment.
Despite both possesing a strong sense of acumen, his mother was very much a hands on person, or bodily-kinesthetic intelligence. A perfect sense of timing, and the mind-body coordination being nearly faultless of par excellence. She had a mentality of manipulating objects such as a skilled mechanic with limited parts, or a surgeon in needing precision to ensure life to his or her patient. Coordination, accuracy and grace runs from the threads of her hair to the toes, in both physical and mental aspects. Something that works well with Kozmotis when it comes to any close call attacks form the enemy in the near future.
His father on the other hand was more of a Logical-Mathematical Intelligence. He tended to easily recognize relationships and patterns, demonstrate sequential reasoning skills, and generate and use abstract thoughts. Very clever at manipulating his words and quick to know bad habits, including the enemy. He enjoyed challenges of all kind, and was one to back down from learning something new.
Of course it did not mean that they lacked intelligence in other areas, but to categorize them to briefly glimpse and analyze their mental characteristics would be best placed there. Komotis on the other hand was showing development in spatial intelligence, which includes brain including memory, cognitive ability and thinking. People who can visualize solutions or patterns and incorporates abstract and analytical abilities that go beyond merely seeing images such as mapping, and anticipating moves.
However, home was destroyed by the enemy around the age of ten years old. Being left alone as a sole survivor began to build up a strong hatred and vendetta against the enemy. So he trained for two years physically before leaving home to require assistance for his training. With an unhealthy and blinding obsession with revenge he met his teacher within the race of the Pookas, the league of philosophical warrior rabbits of imposing intellect and size.
From there, after a year of training and personal teaching from his master, he was sent on a spiritual journey during the next five years across the galaxies. He developed a intra-personal intelligence, which was understanding themselves, their thoughts, and their emotions and being capable of using this knowledge to plan their lives. It taught him self-appreciation, and wide understanding of the human condition as well as limitations.
He grew up with a with strong power of philosophical understanding. Though he still struggled and could never truly be immersed with being at peace with his feelings. He still harbored a deep hatred for the enemy, and after five years had passed, though was planning on continuing his searching for his personal legend, once again came in contact with his teacher. He claimed that his personal legend was with the Golden Army, which in retrospect seemed to go against everything that his teacher had taught him, especially since he was planning on joining the Golden Army as a way to get close to the enemy.
With a more clear conscious and faith in his teacher's choice in sending him down a path of future violence and bloodshed while expecting to retain his experiences over the years with many other races, he joined the Golden Army at the age of eighteen. He grew up with hatred and entered the Golden Army with new perception and a desire to not be the bitter child he once was. He learned to value his memories at a young age, developed a need to protect everyone despite never once speaking to them, the love and power a family could hold that the enemy could never truly understand.
He may have lost his childhood, but in return obtained a understanding about how little things in life became a oversight. Every moment, every breath, every word and choice that a person makes could be forever faded into regret. A desire to protect and pretend those with ineffable sadness as they breathed their prayers and complaints of souls boiling over with the upmost bitterest anguish.
