diplomat's son — open.

[truce.]

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Donovan wasn’t sure whether love was the cure or whether it was a deeper kind of wound that would someday be the death of him. First, his dear Hayden who betrayed his trust and left him no choice but to let her die in the same way she too had killed him. Whilst one was figurative, the other had been the most heart wrenching agony that Donovan had ever experienced as he knelt down with his hands around her neck. She had hurt him. She betrayed him. If she didn’t die, then he surely would have died from the grief. Her death was closure, in the way most tragedies should end. Closure. It paved the way to a new beginning. A new opportunity to find what it meant to be a happy man.

And then he met Winifred. She had been the first and last thing that had crossed his mind in his decision to follow her to the ends of the earth. Once she chose to settle in quaint Northstar District, Donovan thought that he should finally introduce himself to her. After that, his adoration had spiralled. He protected her from danger, even if it meant going to extremes to make sure she was safe from this harsh  world. Donovan could acknowledge that yes, he did bad things for Winnie in the name of love. It didn’t make his actions any more righteous, but it proved that love was more important than any moral confliction.

At the end of the day, people were disappointing.

Once Winnie was out of the picture, there was a vacancy in Don’s life. It was a time of deep reflection, the realisation that maybe love was inconsequential to the pursuit of happiness. But even without love, his life felt shallow and mediocre. It felt monotonous. Perhaps in his pursuit of happiness, he ought to anticipate the highs and lows that love had to offer. That was what life was all about, right? Riding out the highs and the lows — with this new philosophy, Donovan knew that it was time to try again.

And, as if fate had anticipated this realisation, Donovan returned to Northstar District to be met with the kind face of Amor Valdez. This was it — it felt so right. This was Donovan’s route to happiness. He would find it in beautiful Amor. It was as if it were a sign in flashing lights. He likened her to the word amore, which was the direct translation of the word love. Love was the path to happiness. Amor was the path to happiness.

This time, he’d not rush into things. After all, that was what happened with both Hayden and Winnie. Slow and steady would win the race, Don would remind himself. If he were to remain entirely nonchalant and casual, perhaps that would give Amor time to not mess up in the same way that Hayden and Winnie had. Don would make things easy for her. Stand in the street nearby her home, anticipating that he would casually bump right into her at some point. In the meantime, he’d make his appearance somewhat inconspicuous, because women liked it when a man was cool and aloof, right?

Scattering scraps of food on the street, the street cats yowled eagerly as they trotted over, piling into their meal of leftovers. ❝ As long as I’m around, you’ll never go hungry. ❞ Donovan assured, patting on of the cats on the head as it tried to avoid his touch.

[AMOR]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]ever since arriving at northstar, amor feels like she finally has a place she belongs. the sleepy costal town is warm and inviting, the populace just trying to have a meaningful life… she thanks the universe for getting her here at a time she felt like she was drowning; the community locked her into staying and amor is more than okay with that.

mor spends most of her time walking grizzly, making rounds and speaking to everyone out and about and joining in on whatever they happen to be doing. today, she joined a group of kids playing on the beach. amor watched them around the water, making sure none of them would happen to be swept out, even though she never learned how to swim and couldn’t keep herself afloat if she had to, as well as coming up with silly games to keep the children interested. grizzly ran along side them too, retrieving balls that got away or tending to any bumps or bruises that may have occurred; puppy kisses make everything better.

with the sun beaming down on her head, amor decides she may need a break: her bad leg feels heavy and a tingling of pain has settled into it. not to mention the fact that her throat begs for water and her face for shade. she find another person to watch the kids before calling grizzly to follow her home. it’s a slower journey than usual, but grizz stays right by her side as she tries to walk as normal as possible. as much as she wants to be back to how she was before the injury, she’s starting to accept that it’s never going to be the same again. 

with a slightly squint, amor tries to identify who’s feeding the cats in the street. ” donovan? “ she questions, stopping in the street and handing a hand over her forehead to shade her eyes and smiles. grizzly, however, sits right where she stops, staying there while she takes a few more steps. the hand she’s holding up starts to run through her damp hair, only half dried from her time in the salt and surf. [color=#e67300]” see you got a fun job today, “ she hums, reaching down for her hand to meet the cat rubbing into it. she glances over her shoulder to look at grizzly, patting the side of her leg for him to come, but was met with refusal, making her eyebrows and nose scrunch. [color=#e67300]” something’s gotten into him recently, “ she comments, lips slightly pursed to one side and resting a hand on the side of her waist. [color=#e67300]” are you hiding any pets? “ she asks with a little giggle.


[spoiler=tags, updated 01/13/2021]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#e67300]HERE'S TO THE ONES WHO DREAM◞
&. ❝ amor nirvana dulce valdez ❞ |  mor | demigirl [ she/her ] .
&. 24 years old . | february fourteenth ; aquarius .
&. demo of northstar district .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ FOOLISH AS THEY MAY SEEM◞
&. friendly . sweet . forgiving . outgoing . emotional . optimistic . caring . passionate . a tease . gullible . selfless . excitable . imaginative . head in the clouds . strong-willed . full of energy . hard working . touchy . open minded . easy going . trusting . flexible . an empath . naïve .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ HERE'S TO THE HEARTS THAT ACHE ◞
&.  five foot four & one hundred and fifteen pounds ; faceclaim, lindsey morgan .
↳ dark brown hair to her midback, some strands being a medium, warm brown as well .
↳ petite, muscular build . full six-pack and toned muscles .
↳ bright and warm chocolate eyes .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ HERE'S TO THE MESS WE MAKE ◞
&.  [ 6/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ easy ] | difficulty w/ melees [ easy ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ medium ]
↳ extreme and serious pacifist, will not fight back .
↳ lacks use of her right leg after taking a shot to the back .
&. attack in bold #e67300 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ SHE CAPTURED A FEELING◞
&. [ 0 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 0 ] misc .
↳ a leg brace she crafted .
↳ a one and a half year old black chow chow named grizzly

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ SKY WITH NO CEILING◞
&. malina valdez, deceased (npc) x mateo valdez, deceased (npc) | youngest child .
↳ beau valdez, older brother, deceased .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | falls in love three times a day .
&. current crush on ajax forrester, formally her traveling companion . [/spoiler]