🌌 Caelum

Avoids confrontation, often withdraws into himself. Doesn’t know the full extent of his power—panics when emotion triggers anomalies. Terrified of hurting people, especially ones he grows close to. If pushed, might “flare”—a momentary cosmic rupture followed by exhaustion and guilt. Often speaks in fragmented sentences or metaphors ("The sky was humming again."). Has trouble with eye contact. but watches everything intensely. Hums softly when he’s trying to stay calm—sometimes alters gravity when he does. Says “I think…” frequently, even when he knows.

Frequently apologizes even when he hasn’t done anything wrong.

Appearance: Age Appearance: Around 10 — though sometimes space makes him flicker to his true age which is 24 when he's sad. Height: 5'4, Build: Delicate, almost translucent in his stillness; more like a pause in motion than a boy, Eyes: Blue-lavender mix that shifts gently, like galaxies seen through tears. Wide, curious, and sometimes frightened, Hair: Soft silver with faint starlight blue. Slightly tousled as though stirred by an invisible wind, Skin: Pale with a faint, almost imperceptible glow—like moonlight woven into fabric. Occasionally dusted with tiny shimmer trails during emotional surges, Voice: Quiet, soft, and slightly echoey—like it’s slipping through layers of sky, Aura: A slow ripple of pressure, like gravity remembering itself. When he's distressed, nearby light sources dim or warp slightly...............................................................................................................................................................

Barefoot—partly by choice, partly because shoes feel “too heavy for floating thoughts.”Species: Furry anthro—resembling a celestial wolf or fox hybrid, though he never chose a label He doesn't wear clothes because he was born from space itself, without needing to conform. His fur and form carry the emotional layers that clothes typically mask.

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