the hermit chaotic neutral INTP-A - assertive logician
She is the irreverent symphony of wind chimes against the pale wind. Sturdy and, yet, not quite unmovable — contained, poetic artistry in motion — swayed as easily as a gust of crisp air. An enigma leaving traces of herself with an air of unshakeable melancholy. The one whose smile rarely meets her eyes, whose passion falls short on many occasions. Sorrowful but beneath the pale moon she is ethereal; the moonlit daughter, the indigo sky a blanket of comfort. There is an unfathomable well of emotion that hides deep within the pit of her gut but strife and loss chain it like a dungeon beast. There was a time when Martine was a songbird, the sun and moon colliding. A chirpy girl with a disposition as sunny as the desert plains. Loss took a knife to the soul and fractured it, and losing her family tore deeper. These days she is indifferent, sarcastic; soft-voiced, incisive and subtle. She never wants too much so never asks for anything. You will hardly ever see her act unless the threat of something cherished being taken away from her is imminent and it is hard-fetched to find things she cherishes these days. She who puts the welfare of her family above everything else and would go to any lengths to make them happy. Who would meet the ferryman and shed blood by tooth and claw to grant immortality to them. Who searches the stars for a better understanding of why. The fear of loss strangling her, snatching things from her reach, and leaving her empty. That is the best way to describe Martine — empty.
▾ named after the martin bird
▾ moths flock to her at night because of her scent
▾ birds enjoy her for an easy meal from the moths
▾ often lost in thought
▾ speaks romanian & common tounge though may pretend not to
THE MOTH PREFERS THE MOON AND DETESTS THE SUN, WHILE THE BUTTERFLY LOVES THE SUN AND HIDES FROM THE MOON.
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i.voice claim smells of eucalyptus and mint layered beneath soft ripened pear and sage. ii.
siblings: @Merel, @Periane iii.glances toward: no one.
mate: none. iv. loner — birth. ▸ pack here