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&. tydeus [tie-dee-us or tid-ee-us] | "tyd" [tid] or "ty" [tie] | male
&. [abbr=if asked, will respond with a sassy "it's a little hard to keep track of the days"]around eighteen to twenty years old[/abbr] | june seventh | gemini
 ♡ 5'5 - 5'6 and 120-135 lbs. strawberry blond. brown eyes.
 ♡ violent, unstable, damaged. charming, playful, amusing.
&. current leader of the badlands | ex-slave and current raider.
 ♡ loyal to nobody | loyal to bonesaw, don't talk about this.
PERSONALITY | LINE OF LYRICS HERE
There's something entirely unique about Tydeus's type of unhinged. If something is taken apart thoroughly enough, it can be put back together in whatever way you please, and that really is his story in a sentence. He can hardly remember who he was before the last few years, and even the vague recollections he has don't feel anything like him. The Tydeus that exists now is a violent being. He delights in aggression and revels in fights, because at the end of the day, every encounter he survives proves his own strength. That is something that he takes pride in, his stubborn, headstrong, and frankly dangerous will to survive what may seem impossible. In surviving, he slowly lost the kinder parts of himself  his sweet disposition and compassion for others being the most prevalent losses. He slowly slipped into apathy, which was tainted with a touch of better them than me, and from there, things spiraled. His sense of reality and very purpose for living became attached solely to one man, and every goal aside from survival slowly turned into taking care of this person.
 ♡ Tydeus was a truly, genuinely good person before these events. He was sweet and helpful, trusting and honest. Generally a ball of sunshine, which was one of his many nicknames, which also included Bambi, Strawberry, and Peanut. Though still fiery, it was in a warm, caring way. He was overtly friendly and easy to get along with, but something about him also immediately drew people in with an urge to protect something that seemed delicate. The truth was that he was always perfectly capable of defending himself (the first time he killed was far before this point, in any case; though that sounds too cruel for how it really played out). In some ways, this kindness lingers. He takes silent steps to protect others who have been abused, but has a difficult time allowing other people to see kindness.
APPEARANCE | LINE OF LYRICS HERE
One of the first words that anyone would use to describe Tydeus upon meeting him is pretty. Although he no longer looks as delicate or as sweet as he once did, there's something distinctly angelic about his appearance. With light strawberry blond hair and faint freckling all over his body, he isn't necessarily the ideal image of masculinity (and with the strong musculature and sharp jawline, he certainly doesn't fit the ideal image of femininity either). He manages to maintain an androgynous appearance that is also uniquely attractive. No matter his features, though, he is still entirely too pretty for his own good. His hair curls slightly, in a light, loose way that leaves it more gently springy than coiled, and his light brown eyes are wide and gently slanted in a way that gives him an automatically innocent, almost catlike look. He's short and slim, with a build that nears compact and wiry while still maintaining a delicate, light form. Overall, he's a strange picture of the middle ground.
 ♡ Tydeus is heavily scarred, though most are small. It's clear that he's been in plenty of fights and survived. Of his small scars, two are easy to identify. The first is a short, thick scar in front of his left ear, from his cheekbone to his jaw. The second is a medium length, thin scar along his collarbone. Of his larger scars, there's a particularly deadly one across his stomach, though it's obviously old and is well on its way to disappearing.
 ♡ When it comes to outfits, Tyd's focus is surprisingly on practicality. Though his clothes are never close to new or otherwise clean, though he takes care of himself and his appearance as best as he can.
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&. tydeus [tie-dee-us or tid-ee-us] | "tyd" [tid] or "ty" [tie] | male
&. [abbr=if asked, will respond with a sassy "it's a little hard to keep track of the days"]around eighteen to twenty years old[/abbr] | june seventh | gemini
 ♡ 5'5 - 5'6 and 120-135 lbs. strawberry blond. brown eyes.
 ♡ violent, unstable, damaged. charming, playful, amusing.
&. current leader of the badlands | ex-slave and current raider.
 ♡ loyal to nobody | loyal to bonesaw, don't talk about this.
PERSONALITY | LINE OF LYRICS HERE
There's something entirely unique about Tydeus's type of unhinged. If something is taken apart thoroughly enough, it can be put back together in whatever way you please, and that really is his story in a sentence. He can hardly remember who he was before the last few years, and even the vague recollections he has don't feel anything like him. The Tydeus that exists now is a violent being. He delights in aggression and revels in fights, because at the end of the day, every encounter he survives proves his own strength. That is something that he takes pride in, his stubborn, headstrong, and frankly dangerous will to survive what may seem impossible. In surviving, he slowly lost the kinder parts of himself  his sweet disposition and compassion for others being the most prevalent losses. He slowly slipped into apathy, which was tainted with a touch of better them than me, and from there, things spiraled. His sense of reality and very purpose for living became attached solely to one man, and every goal aside from survival slowly turned into taking care of this person.
 ♡ Tydeus was a truly, genuinely good person before these events. He was sweet and helpful, trusting and honest. Generally a ball of sunshine, which was one of his many nicknames, which also included Bambi, Strawberry, and Peanut. Though still fiery, it was in a warm, caring way. He was overtly friendly and easy to get along with, but something about him also immediately drew people in with an urge to protect something that seemed delicate. The truth was that he was always perfectly capable of defending himself (the first time he killed was far before this point, in any case; though that sounds too cruel for how it really played out). In some ways, this kindness lingers. He takes silent steps to protect others who have been abused, but has a difficult time allowing other people to see kindness.
APPEARANCE | LINE OF LYRICS HERE
One of the first words that anyone would use to describe Tydeus upon meeting him is pretty. Although he no longer looks as delicate or as sweet as he once did, there's something distinctly angelic about his appearance. With light strawberry blond hair and faint freckling all over his body, he isn't necessarily the ideal image of masculinity (and with the strong musculature and sharp jawline, he certainly doesn't fit the ideal image of femininity either). He manages to maintain an androgynous appearance that is also uniquely attractive. No matter his features, though, he is still entirely too pretty for his own good. His hair curls slightly, in a light, loose way that leaves it more gently springy than coiled, and his light brown eyes are wide and gently slanted in a way that gives him an automatically innocent, almost catlike look. He's short and slim, with a build that nears compact and wiry while still maintaining a delicate, light form. Overall, he's a strange picture of the middle ground.
 ♡ Tydeus is heavily scarred, though most are small. It's clear that he's been in plenty of fights and survived. Of his small scars, two are easy to identify. The first is a short, thick scar in front of his left ear, from his cheekbone to his jaw. The second is a medium length, thin scar along his collarbone. Of his larger scars, there's a particularly deadly one across his stomach, though it's obviously old and is well on its way to disappearing.
 ♡ When it comes to outfits, Tyd's focus is surprisingly on practicality. Though his clothes are never close to new or otherwise clean, though he takes care of himself and his appearance as best as he can.
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