SWEET TOOTH

⛩️Iris Iridaceae⛩️

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You're a Little Tragedy, aren't you?

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NAME  Iris (Ezra) Iridaceae (/eer'ah, dɪ' -shee: ahh/)NICKNAME/ALIAS  "I", Bunny, Rabbit, Little StarSTATUS  AliveAGE  22DOB  4th umbral moon of the 26th sun (Aug. 26)GENDER & PRONOUNS  Transmasc, he/himORIENTATION  GayRACE/ETHNICITY  Pygmy Viera/Vii, half YanxianSCENT  Night-Blooming JasmineHEIGHT  4’7” . 146cmDISTINGUISHING FEATURES  Beauty mark, split lipBUILD  Athletic, Curvy, Tiny

HAIR  Dusty Plum, #7a5c6fEYES  Maroon, #9f1b1bVOICE AND PLAYYLIST PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION / FIRST IMPRESSION  A napoleon-complexed youth that toes the line of life and death. With a piercing gaze and guarded heart, He will save you in one breath, and deliver an well-thought insult the next. He speaks, moves, and acts just as he appears- wild, and with a penchant for sticky fingers it's a wonder how he has yet to be reduced to a small, unsightly mess.
Despite the pretty face he's been blessed with, he finds comfort in his bewitching ire of prizes; split lips, bloody noses, buised cheeks— each enhancing his complexion as omens of equivocal mystery to the anger and archaism that lies beneath the surface.
He binds his chest for personal comfort- the majority of his tapestry-torn back and thighs hidden, yet a deep gash running from shoulder to neck is always on display.MBTI  ISFJ
ENNEAGRAM  5w4
TEMPERMENT  Choleric
VICE  Ire
VIRTUE  PerseveranceEXTROVERT  ○○○○○○ INTROVERT 
SINCERE  ○○○○○○ RESERVED 
SASSY  ○○○○○○ POLITE 
BRAVE  ○○○○○○ TIMID 
SOFT  ○○○○○○ TOUGH 
SERIOUS  ○○○○○○ IMMATURE 

PARENTS 
- ♀ Yaena (Tribal Viera)
- ♂ Unknown (Yanxian Viera)
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-♂ ▂▂▂ (Adopted)
-♂ ▂▂▂ (Adopted)SIGNIFICANT OTHER 
- M'Jhin Iasiri (Mate)
- Leytai Lovellsen (Mate)OCCUPATION  Sumi (ink) ArtisanTRIBE  ▂▂▂RESIDENCE  Shirogane, 4th wardLANGUAGES  ENG, JPNSKILLS 
- ASTROLOGIAN — Looking to the stars, Iris is able to hear their whispers and read their movements. Now attuning to the constellations, he has learned to wield magicks, predict small outcomes, and manipulate gravity.- SUMI ARTISAN — Apprenticed, Iris is a pupil to the art of ink making. From managing hundreds of oil lamps to kneeding dough for hours, he can be found soot covered in the back of Kugane Dori.LIKES  Rainy days, Gossiping, Sweets, Early mornings, Star-ChartingDISLIKES Large Bodies of Water, Claws / Fangs / Growls, Loud noises, Small Talk, Indecisiveness.

PRELUDE. "—Some children are simply born with tragedy in their blood."Ezra was born under the stars that night; The universe their only comfort against the dimming warmth of their mother. Their cries— endless echos; a song lost to all but the sky. Call it a consolation prize, or fate; In the absence of their mother did the stars weep alongside. O child of thine cold night, do not fear. You are not alone—you now have us. Hear our thoughts. Carry our wishes. Speak our tongue. Listen, and we shall whisper unto you our secrets.Yaena's tribe- A clan of viera who were seldomly seen if not even more seldom to leave. They occupied the beginning of an end; a space between life and death where hope stood strongest within its roots, and where it withered outside.
In the growing dawn did they discover her demise and orphan'd kit, and with speculative murmurs amongst a days long council meeting, did they finally relent to raise it. Most kits were met with warmth and undying love throughout childhood, but Ezra knew only of burning gazes, hushed words, and wrinkled noses."Knew that woman was a witch" They sneered. "It must of been that demon man who seduced her— " They whispered.Shunned by all since birth and drifting farther each day, The Eyes constructed a plan: Keep him distracted, void of headspace for illussions to take place; Recieving the prediction of Wood Warder. At the age of 7 Ezra was forced to train in his spare time, forbidden from speaking of his hearsay. Come night his mind felt of mud, his body brittle— his bones dry clay threatening to crumble with the slighest of movement. Still, shame of The Green Word plagued his mind, but never could it wash away the lulling of voices, nor-

the stars that dripped from his fingers like ichor.Blooming day only served to further complicate matters.Presenting as the female sex, all the young Viera knew was ripped from his hands— His identity, his future, his training; all kindle to the flame as a new sentenacing befell him: a kit-bearing, docile, house-wife. Singed at what he considered folly, Ezra refused to bend to his newlly dictated future. Instead he grew hectic, uncontrollable, and ruthless amidst the changes of his body and mounting pressure of his peers. Outbursts were common, his absense noted among classes. Having grown tired of the youth's antics, The Tribe's brittle thread of patience crumbled and in a stray incident of wandering outside the forest's realm, the youth's fate was sealed. Returning, Ezra found himself at the point of an arrow and a burden to bear for years to come."I will grant you this last kindness, little star. Leave now, and I will spare you a humiliating death."A boy of 13 lost the wind without purpose. To the edges of the star he wandered- the lands foreign but sky all the same. Upon passing through the eastern port city of Kugane a sea of purple flowers greeted him, their color alluring enough to serve as a cemetary for his given name.The City never did feel like home, but it damn-near came close. The streets bustled like that of his tribe, the people friendly enough, the art beautiful. Even the underground felt strangely normal; the glares and whispers- they were all the same. Soon after arriving he sank within slums; Embracing the gambling, drinking, theft, and bribary.

Pickpocketing and thievery were easiest, the ring matches and rigged betting a small hurdle before growing upon him like a second skin. He felt good- accompished, an outlet deeply needed.A championship went wrong. Somewhere down the line a target was painted; it's bounty hefty enough to catch eyes. Two miqote had taken him then; their claws slicing ribbons off his bones, wrenching him open like that of a treasure chest. Though it's been years, Iris insists it hasn't left his mark. That he's past it. But the Viera was never good at lying, and undeniably it lingers. Every flinch, every quickened breath, dilated eyes- even the scars upon him speak volume to the trauma.On deaths door and desperate, Iris attempted to break into the titular Nisshoku, and to his surprise was adopted by the gay couple owning it. Under their quide he mellowed out, matured, even stayed out of the rings, yet despite the years that passed he could never shake the habits picked up from the streets.In time Iris grew close to Au ra- the scales he once reguarded with fear now shields of keratin. They were thick as thieves, water and fire. The man came to Iris's aid, and in turn Iris would tame the fires so eager to blaze beneath the man's skin. He was Iris's sole confidant- the first person he decided to trust. And as Iris drifted to Jhin and Draco, the man's rage grew. The Viera's actions only served to anger, no better than a spit to the face. Tried as his father did to keep Iris within his confines; lockdowns, punishments, etc, none could steer the youth away from his partners.Upon moving out at the age of 22, Iris found himself a boy of 13 once more. "You're not my son. Not anymore- No. You're dead to me."

  YAENA   —  NPC
An echo of the past lived on through the hushed whispers of her tribe members, and the bitter feelings of her son. A woman whose heart was said to be stolen and tainted by an outsider—bewitched to the extent of leaving behind a leacy corrupt enough to condemn her own kit to a childhood of misfortune. Iris is said to share a shocking resembelance to her, moreso than his father, and while he knows little of her, he toes the line of desiring more answers, and the urge to bury the last shard of his past.

  UNKNOWN FATHER    —  NPC
A eastern foreigner whose identity is shrouded in mist and left with much to be desired. Like most male Viera he served only as a genetic provider to Yaena and her tribe- never returning past of the conception of his kit.

  RHOTZIRN GRYMMALSYN    —  OC
A once Maelstrom captain turned pirate, Rhotzirn is one of Iris' closest friends having met through a shared company. After having taken a liking to the much smaller Viera and seeing him as a little brother, Rhot does his best to look out for Iris and keep him out of the trouble he so commonly finds. Even if there was a falling out among their shared company, Rhot still makes an effort to spend time with him and help him how he can.

  M'JHIN IASIRI   —  OC
A manifestation of hope and death rolled up and retired for hopes of a peaceful life. Theres a profound voidspace between his heart- one that pulls Iris in and leaves little else to be desired. On the outside he seems composed, well kept. A figure within the shadows that follows Iris much like the ghosts of his own past, but despite it all the Viera threatens his composure and civilness with every breath.

  LEYTAI LOVELLSEN    —  OC
Leytai loves violence and his mother, and Iris thinks his voice has the sweetest scratch, like when someone's favorite record crackles beneath the needle. He's a natural protector, and his cologne smells like pine and home. And through the budding of their relationship, Iris finds out he loves to hold hands and talk long nights upon the jade painted roof of Kugane Tower. They fight like they love- scrappy, dirty. And while its sometimes against eachother, its not always.

  TBD    —  npc
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