Sprout

His hobbies are also fragments of the past, which he holds on to almost instinctively, without always understanding why.

Baking is the strongest of them all. He remembers not the recipes in their entirety, but the movements: how to knead the dough,

• how to roll it out carefully,
• how to check readiness by touch.

Sometimes he does it automatically, as if his body remembers better than his mind. The smell of freshly baked goods evokes a strange feeling in him—warm, almost painful, like a memory of something important he's lost.

Notes and notes He has a habit of writing things down: scraps of thoughts,

• observations of people,
• strange symbols or patterns.

He does this so as not to forget, although he often does not understand later what exactly he meant.

Observing others It's an almost unnoticeable "hobby." He: - watches gestures,

• remembers reactions, — tries to understand how people interact.

Not out of cold interest, but because he himself does not fully know how to be “normal” and is trying to learn it.

Drawing (rarely) Sometimes he draws - more shadows, silhouettes, distorted figures. Often these are: - people without faces, — or faces that seem to “dissolve.”

He doesn't call it art, but rather an attempt to reproduce what he can't remember in words.

Quiet activities He avoids everything noisy, so he reaches for: - quiet work with his hands,

• solitary lessons,
• repetitive actions that are calming.

And most importantly - All these hobbies feel like an echo of a past life.

He doesn't know when he started doing this... but feels like it once did him a little more alive than now.

"Cosmo is the closest of them all. He feels a strange warmth and trust towards him, though he only remembers it in fragments. Sometimes he catches himself thinking he wanted to be close to him or protect him."

"Sprout" evokes something living and soft. He remembers her as someone kind, but he's not sure if they were truly close.

"Vee" is a more detached feeling. He remembers her as attentive and perhaps wary of him. With her, he felt less warmth, but more observation.

"Shrimpo is a strange, fragmented memory. More like a source of noise and irritation, but without any real anger—just a sense of a chaotic presence."

"Dandy is the figure he remembers most clearly, but he can't understand why. He feels like Dandy is somehow connected to who he's become... and it troubles him."

And the main thing is - he doesn't remember them clearly.

The names come up, but: - the faces are blurred, — moments are cut short, — There are feelings, but no reasons.

Sometimes he looks at them and feels that he should know them better than he does now... but he can't remember who exactly they were to him.

His voice immediately reveals that something is wrong with him.

The thick, dark ichor that seems to fill his throat makes it difficult for him to speak. Each word comes with effort—sometimes he pauses, as if trying to force the sound through the viscous barrier.

His voice is quiet and muffled, as if he rarely uses it or is afraid to speak too loudly. There's a constant hoarseness to it, as if his vocal cords are damaged or coated with the same dark substance.

Sometimes a slight growl creeps into his speech, especially when he's nervous, angry, or trying to speak louder than usual. It's not intentional—the sound just breaks deeper than it should, with an almost animalistic undertone.

When he speaks for a long time, his voice begins to break even more - there are pauses, muffled sounds, sometimes even quiet “breaks”, as if it is physically painful for him to continue.

Because of this, he: - speaks briefly and to the point,

• avoids unnecessary conversations, — and often prefers silence.

But when he trusts someone, his voice becomes a little softer—still hoarse and quiet, but there is a cautious warmth in it that is hard to miss.

This character looks like something between a human and a creepy, twisted creature.

He is very tall - approximately 210 cm, with an elongated, thin body and disproportionately long limbs, which makes his silhouette even more unnatural and frightening.

His body seems to be divided into two sides:

one part is pale pink, almost “human”,

the other is completely black, as if covered with a thick, flowing substance, like resin or shadow, which drips and flows down in places.

The head is partially obscured by tousled, light-green hair. The face is distorted—one side is normal, the other appears corroded by darkness. One eye stands out in particular: bright red, glowing, streaked, as if "weeping" black liquid.

Around his neck he wears a massive, almost out-of-place white collar or scarf, which contrasts with his dark body and adds a strange, almost doll-like aesthetic.

Long, tentacle-like appendages extend from behind or around it, seemingly composed of the same black mass—they flex as if alive, reinforcing the sense that this creature is not entirely stable, or even of our world.

Overall, it gives the impression of: - something broken,

• half human, half shadow,
• and dangerous, but at the same time strangely attractive.

His character is as much a mixture of contradictions as his appearance.

He's very intelligent and calculating. He quickly analyzes situations, notices details that others miss, and almost always thinks several steps ahead. He has a cool, logical side—he rarely acts impulsively and prefers to think things through in advance.

At the same time, he's attentive to details, especially when it comes to people he cares about. He remembers habits, words, even minor mood swings—he just doesn't always know how to react appropriately.

But despite his intelligence, he's often awkward in conversation. He might say something incorrectly, get stuck in a conversation, or fail to understand obvious emotions. Sometimes he appears distant, when in fact, he simply doesn't know how to express himself.

Inside, he's very lonely. He has a hard time letting people get close, and he's afraid of being rejected because of who he is. So he can keep his distance, even when he desperately needs closeness.

However, if he makes friends, he genuinely loves and values ​​them. He may not always be able to show it in words, but he will care for them in his own way: protecting, helping, being there for them in difficult times.

And another important trait: he really loves attention, although he's shy about it. Being noticed, listened to, or simply being around means much more to him than he'd ever admit out loud.