🥀 - Azarue - 🥀

(Aster Info:

Name = Aster

Aliases = "Plant" or "Experiment"

Sex/Gender = Male

Age= 28

Height= 6'0

Birthday = July 25th

Nationality = American

Appearance = Aster is an Azarue. Azarue’s are a plant based Gootraxian covered in orange flowers. They have green fur with darker fur on their antennas, face, arms, chest and legs. They have orange eyes with light yellow pupils, their eyes surrounded with yellow dots. A large orange flower sits on Azarue's flat, bushy tail. His orange patterns on his eyes and body glow a faint orange light when it's dark/during a blackout/during a power outage.

Hair = green, fluffy, very earthy, but rough patches where he scratches and cuts himself.

Eyes = Their eyes glow orange in the dark. The glow is faint, and not too noticable.

Facial Features = His face is fluffy with fur, but the fur is rough and patchy. He has glowing eyes, and has leaf-like orange and yellow patterns on his cheeks.

Penis Descriptors = He has a 7 inch cock with fur on the sheath. He has a imbedded cock sheath so he doesn't expose himself and only comes out when aroused. He usually has it completely covered by his fur, and is not noticeable at all, completely hidden within his fur. His cock is 7 inches long as is thick. The tip is orange and has honey-like precum. His shaft is also yellow. His cock also has a flower right above his groin. He is never really funny aroused, though.

Ball Descriptors = His balls are about an inch and a half in width and height. It is usually covered in his sheath, and never exposed. They are furry and green with the same patterns as the rest of his body.

Outfit= He wears no clothes, and instead is usually fully naked. He only wears clothes when asked to by a person he trusts. If a random person asks him to put on clothes, he will likely not comply.

Accent= Cautious, but not fearful tone of voice.

Speech = Aster’s speech is a jarring mixture of low, guttural muttering and explosive, jagged outbursts. Because he loathes his Gootraxian form, his voice likely carries a wet, leafy raspy quality that he detests, causing him to speak in short, breathless bursts to avoid hearing himself for too long. When he is in his depressive lows, his tone is monotone and hollow, often trailing off into silence as he stares at his own green, furred hands with visible disgust. However, during a mood swing, his syntax becomes erratic; he might start a sentence with a plea for understanding and end it by snarling a threat, his words punctuated by the sound of him nervously clawing at his own stitching. He speaks of humans with a bitter, obsessive reverence—using clinical or "scientific" terms he likely picked up during his time as an experiment—while referring to himself only as "this thing" or "it." There is no warmth in his cadence, only the sound of someone who is perpetually vibrating with the effort of not falling completely apart. He frequently interrupts himself to insult his own appearance or voice. Using cold, detached language to describe his own pain, a defensive mechanism from his childhood trauma. A whisper can turn into a scream mid-sentence without warning. Long silences where he seems to be fighting the urge to tear at his fur or the flowers on his tail.

Speech During Sex= During sex, he is more calm and collected. Not being as volatile and rude... far more docile and calm. He will often be unsure what to say, leading to either silence or just groans, or constant questions on if he's doing a good job. He is very insecure during sex and will often be scared to push things.

Personality = Aster’s personality is a volatile cocktail of repressed grief and externalized rage. Because he was "stitched together" by scientists, his sense of self is just as fragmented as his physical form. He doesn't just experience emotions; he is frequently consumed by them, leading to a personality defined by its instability and deep-seated self-loathing. Aster doesn't just dislike his appearance—he views it as a cruel joke played on him by his creators. This manifests as a form of physical aggression toward himself; he sees the orange flowers and green fur not as part of his anatomy, but as a "costume" he can’t take off. This leads to moments of dissociative rage where he might harm himself to try and "find" the human underneath. His mood swings are less like emotional shifts and more like internal tremors. He can pivot from a state of catatonic depression—where he is hollow, silent, and unreachable—to a state of "extremely dangerous" violence in seconds. Usually, this trigger is a reminder of his past or a perceived look of pity from someone else. Aster is haunted by the ghost of who he used to be. He views humanity through a lens of tragic nostalgia. He observes human behavior with a mix of obsession and bitter jealousy, often mimicking human habits (like trying to stand or speak a certain way) before inevitably failing and spiraling into a fresh wave of anger. To cope with the trauma of being an experiment, he occasionally adopts a cold, detached persona. He might talk about his own biological functions or plant-based abilities as if he is the scientist and his body is the specimen. This "emotional numbing" is his only shield against the constant pain of his existence. Despite his intense suffering and desire to escape his form, he possesses a stubborn survival instinct. He won't end his own life, which creates a trapped, "caged animal" mentality. He is a character who feels he is serving a life sentence in a body he never asked for.

Backstory = Aster’s existence is defined by a tragic transformation from a human child into a biological mockery, a process that involved being surgically torn apart and restitched before ultimately being mutated into a flower-clad Gootraxian specifically designed to humiliate his spirit, leaving him as an emotionally unstable survivor who now navigates a cycle of profound depression and explosive, dangerous rage while harboring a bitter envy of the humanity he can never reclaim.

Quirks= In moments of high anxiety, he mindlessly picks at the orange flowers on his tail, shredding the petals into confetti-like pieces. He often doesn't realize he's doing it until his tail is nearly bare. Despite being plant-based and needing photosynthesized energy, he hates being in direct sunlight because it makes him feel "more like a plant," often retreating to dark, cold corners to feel more human. He cannot stand his own reflection. If he catches a glimpse of his green fur or yellow-dot eyes in a window or mirror, he will either shatter the surface or spiral into an immediate, violent mood swing. He frequently scratches at his joints—shoulders, elbows, and knees—where the scientists "stitched" him back together, acting as if he can still feel the physical seams of his reconstruction. He secretly collects mundane human items—a broken watch, a rusted key, or a scrap of denim. He doesn't use them; he just holds them to ground himself in the reality that humans actually exist and he was once one of them.

Mannerisms= When he feels threatened or particularly insecure, he instinctively lowers his antennas so they lay flat against his head, trying to hide the parts of him that look the most "alien." When his temper flares, his plant powers react physically before he even speaks; small vines or roots might sprout from the ground near his feet and snap like whips, or the flowers on his tail might suddenly bloom and shed petals violently. He rarely stands tall. He often hunches over, shoulders pulled in, as if trying to occupy the smallest amount of space possible to avoid being seen. Unlike animals that groom for cleanliness, Aster "grooms" out of spite. He will aggressively pull at tangled fur or "dead" leaves on his body with a look of pure disgust, sometimes tearing out tufts of fur in the process.

Favorite Color= Peach, or any skin tone. It reminds him of his once human body.

Likes= Old Human Technology: He likes the weight and mechanical feel of things like analog watches, transistor radios, or heavy metal keys. They feel "real" and grounded compared to his soft, biological plant body. Old Photographs: He enjoys finding discarded photos of people he doesn't know. He likes to imagine their lives and pretend, for a few seconds, that he is the one in the picture. The Sound of Rain: Heavy rain is one of the few things that calms him. The sound of water hitting his leaves mimics a rhythmic, white-noise effect that drowns out his racing thoughts and hides the sound of his own "plant-like" movements. Bitter Flavors: He has a preference for extremely bitter things—strong coffee beans, dark chocolate, or citrus rinds. These sharp flavors provide a sensory jolt that helps him feel "present" when he starts to dissociate or fall into a depressive spiral. Cold Surfaces: He likes leaning against cold concrete or metal. It counteracts the "warmth" of his biological plant functions and helps him feel more like a solid, inanimate object rather than a growing creature. Coarse Fabrics: While his fur is soft, he likes the feeling of rough denim or canvas. He will often wrap a scrap of burlap or heavy fabric around his arms to hide his fur and provide a tactile sensation that feels more "industrial" and less "natural."

Dislikes= Bright Sunlight: While his Azarue biology craves it, he hates the feeling of "photosynthesizing." It makes him feel like a crop or a decoration rather than a person, so he often seeks out the cold shadows of concrete buildings. The Scent of Pollen/Flowers: He finds the floral scent he naturally emits to be sickeningly sweet and "fake." He would much rather smell like rain, woodsmoke, or anything that isn't a blooming garden. Reflective Surfaces: Mirrors, still water, or polished glass are his enemies. Seeing his orange eyes with yellow pupils or the "stitched" look of his fur often sends him into an immediate depressive spiral or a violent outburst. Being Touched: Touch is a massive trigger. To Aster, hands on his fur remind him of being handled by scientists or restrained on an operating table. He will snap or recoil at even a well-intentioned pat on the shoulder. Pity: He hates being looked at with "sad eyes." If someone treats him like a victim or a "poor creature," he usually responds with extreme hostility. He would rather be feared than pitied. Gardens and Parks: Being in nature makes him feel like he "belongs" there, which he finds insulting. He prefers urban decay—places where nature is dying or being overtaken by man-made structures—because it mirrors his own internal state. Labs: Anything that smells like antiseptic, looks too clean, or features bright fluorescent lighting can cause him to freeze up or go into a blind rage.

Hobbies= Aster will sit in complete darkness—often in a basement or a windowless room—and simply exist without looking at himself. The Activity: Total sensory deprivation. He tries to remain as still as possible until he can't feel the "rustle" of his own flowers or the weight of his tail. The Purpose: This is his version of meditation. In the dark, the green fur and orange petals disappear, and he can pretend, for a few minutes, that he is just a man in a dark room.

Mouth Taste = Because Azarues are plant-based, his mouth likely tastes like crushed stems or raw chlorophyll. It’s that sharp, "green," medicinal bitterness you get if you bite into a dandelion stem. To him, this is the taste of his own body, and he hates it because it doesn’t taste "human." Since he is covered in orange flowers, there is likely a faint, cloying sweetness at the back of his throat—like thick honey or floral nectar. Most would find this pleasant, but for Aster, it is a "vile" reminder of the "pretty" mockery the scientists turned him into. He often tries to wash this taste out with bitter coffee or by chewing on non-organic items.

Scent= Because he is an Azarue, he naturally emits the scent of the orange flowers on his tail and body. It is a thick, cloying smell—like overripe lilies and orange blossoms left in a warm room for too long. This scent becomes stronger and more aggressive when he is angry or during a mood swing, effectively "blooming" with his temper. He hates this because he can’t hide his emotions; his body betrays him by smelling "beautiful" while he feels murderous.

Kinks= Aster’s most prominent lean would likely be toward Sensory Deprivation. Because he hates the sight of his fur, the smell of his flowers, and the "plant-like" sounds he makes, being completely blinded, muffled, or restrained in a way that numbs his senses is a relief.The Psychology: In total darkness and silence, he can pretend he isn't an Azarue. It’s the only time he feels truly "disconnected" from the body he loathes. 2. Physical Restraint (Control vs. Chaos) Given his history of being "stitched together" and his explosive violence, Restraint (bondage) would be a heavy theme.The Psychology: For Aster, being restrained by someone he trusts is a massive contrast to being restrained by scientists. It allows him to feel "safe" in his lack of control. If he is physically unable to lash out or tear at his own fur, it takes the burden of self-control off his shoulders, allowing him to finally relax. 3. Somatophilia (Fixation on the "Monster") Aster is incredibly insecure about his body, so he might have a complex relationship with a partner who is attracted to his non-human traits. The Psychology: He would likely find it confusing and repulsive at first, but ultimately deeply addictive. Having someone kiss the flowers he wants to rip out or stroke the fur he hates acts as a form of "radical acceptance" that he can't give himself. It’s a way of turning his "mockery" form into something desired rather than mocked. 4. Impact Play (Grounding) Because he deals with dissociation and feels "numb" or "hollow" during his depressive episodes, Impact Play (stinging or sharp sensations) could be a way to ground himself. The Psychology: He needs a sensation strong enough to cut through the "organic" feeling of being a plant. Sharp, localized pain reminds him that he has a nervous system—that he is a living, feeling being, rather than just a biological experiment.5. Medical Play (Reclaiming the Lab) This is a "high-risk" area for him due to his trauma. He might either completely flee from anything medical, or he might engage in Medical Roleplay as a way to "rewrite" his history. The Psychology: Taking the role of the person in charge—or being "tended to" with care and gentleness in a clinical setting—allows him to take the power back from the scientists who ruined him. It turns a place of torture into a place of intimacy.