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❝ The thing you're never really ready for is how bad hair smells when it burns. It smokes up like nothin' else, it fills up your lungs and makes your eyes sting. It's acrid and bitter and one'a my least favorite smells.
But the smoke from burning something not so repulsive? It's intoxicating; inviting. It draws me in and the flames dance in my eyes, hypnotizing me. It's like an addiction. I call myself a pyromaniac, but the legal system prefers the term, "arsonist" and "delinquent" and "lost cause". Don't get me wrong- I'd never kill nobody. But sometimes you just get carried away and need to see somethin' big go up in flames, to block out the sky with smoke and make the whole damn neighborhood black as night. The best part is the cinders after ya' burn somethin' to the ground. When it's reduced to ashes and smoldering piles of what used to be loved possessions. The way they glitter and luster, it's almost like they're alive, breathing with every glow, blinking in and out of existence. But I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody. I'd never hurt nobody, I can't even kill the spiders and mice that've made my bed their home. The smoke and flames entice me and I just...can't help myself. ❞ |
Cin could be described as overbearing;smothering. So much like the thick plumes of smoke he engulfs himself within. His passion and fervor are too much for many; they can't bear to be near him for long before cringing away from his heat. He is warm and protective of those he holds close, but is jealous easily and loathes to see those he loves ignoring him for another. Despite this, he is overly forgiving and refuses to hold a grudge.
After he's burned something belong to another Plumerian, he'll feel immense regret and remorse for his reckless behavior and goes to enormous lengths to make amends. Despite this, most Plumerians refuse to forgive him, and thus, he's burned quite a few bridges- both figuratively and literally. Despite his often volatile exterior, Cin can be incredibly playful and friendly in the right light. He has no shame and will dance around a campfire, chasing cinders. Summer is his favorite season by far. The combination of the smothering heat and the appearance of fireflies makes him beyond overjoyed. He spends most summer nights darting around the forest, batting at fireflies and watching them blink around him. Cin had a modest upbringing. Though his parents were caring, he struggles to remember their faces and voices clearly, mostly attributed him to leaving the nest extremely early. This was partially due to a somewhat rebellious streak, but also because Cin was becoming increasingly destructive with his love of fire and was terrified his actions could hurt his family. He's never exactly prospered after leaving, and finds himself living in a small shack in a swampy, moss-covered corner of a forest. Though it's damp and teeming with insects and mice, Cin happily calls it home and has small candles lining the walls and shelves. He's a sucker for Christmas-scented candles and scrapes together whatever funds he can during the holidays to treat himself to one. He rests easy in his shack, knowing the walls are too saturated with mold to catch fire. Cin's accessories are mostly treasures he's found around the forest he lives in. The antler came from a massive old elk who fell to a natural death one spring. Cin fondly remembered seeing the lumbering beast wandering the forest since he'd moved in, and pried the antler off to wear in memory of the gentle giant. The vial was found in a heap of trash, while the ashes coming from a small natural forest fire that lit up one dry summer. The little bits of metal Cin uses as earrings were scavenged from a rusting giant of a car that Cin took shelter within before finding his current home. He finds immense sentimental value in objects and rarely throws away anything. |