█ REGION OF ORIGIN
Unova
█ BIRTHDAY
Fall 37th
█ PREVIOUS OCCUPATION
Street Performance, Pokemon Musicals, Dance Theaters
█ CURRENT OCCUPATION
Street Performance, Freelance
█ SEXUALITY
Anyone who strikes their god damn fancy

who were you then?

Once I was a child, bright eyed fresh in the world, curious, ready to explore and eager to discover. I lived in cities of music and light, enthralled by the beat of life and the glow of living. I was a wild child, left to my own devices mostly, and I thrived, running on the streets, scampering through alleys. At first glance a stranger sees only darkness and filth, they see shady dealings and close walls hiding secrets. They don't see the community thriving on those side streets, those back alleys, where the lights of the musical and the carnival overlap to let the cobblestones glimmer. Where musicians strike up, inspiration coming freely to the lips as the fancy strikes them, each in their own world of wonder, sometimes overlapping and entwining with each other, dancers finding their own beats to move to within themselves or borrowing tunes that float on the air, snatching them and turning them into their own, giving them a temporary residence within their body. Artists, armed a deadly with sketchbook and tools or perhaps kicked back in a stand of their own, imagination flowing from their fingertips, the world coming to paper and canvas before them. Skaters and parkour artists blow past, some dancers, some daredevils, some tricksters, sliding by on sidewalk edges and darting past in shows of physical prowess and gymnastics.

It's truly a magical place if you know how to look. If you know where to look It was my home, my calling, and I thrived there, untamed, untempered, expressive and free. From the dancers I learned how to speak with my body, the artists how to open my mind and see the world, as well as translate the wonders I saw, and from the musicians how to listen to the world, and hear the song in every breeze and how to capture it, bring it to others in a language they could understand. Maybe I lacked in education. Maybe I was unruly, no respect for law, no respect for authority, a free bird refusing to be contained by society, by expectation, or by rules. But I had always known what it was like to on the bottom, dirt poor, my family more this ragtag taped together menagerie of strangers and familiar faces on the street then the father sunken into drink and angry when he remembered his life outside the haze of alcohol, then the mother sunken into a frail grief, smiling but forgetful, consumed by work and when she was not busy, exhausted and defeated.

Certainly neither could ever truly have time to raise a child, never mind tame one grown up from the cracks like an unruly weed. Flowering and blooming, I wore my hair long, silken and shining in its curls, I delighted in the magic of eyeliner and mascara, I learned how to move my body and dressed to express that, caring not if the skirts and garish colors, if the small adornments of jewelry and garnish I found were labelled feminine so long as I could afford them, and when I couldn't, could steal them. I found the magic of gangs, small groups bound by loyalty to each other and giratina may care attitude to the world. Piercings were signs of expression, ink a way to use my own skin as a canvas.

Call me thief, call me scoundrel, but I was a child of chaos and music and light. Energy flowed through me, and I was the physical expression of it. Maybe I was always poor. Maybe I was always on the bad end of town. Maybe even after I left the ramshackle building I called a home I could never afford to get a new one, going from apartment to couch to apartment, living by the change I earned in odd jobs, in performance, in pennies on the road. But I was happy, I was free. I lived to love and loved to live.

Don't get me wrong, not all my life was the streets and the alleys. I trained pokemon, took part in musicals, did the occasional gym battle or contest. Once got to take a trip to Johto and try my hand at the bug catching contests and the pokeathlon. Single handed the best trip of my life, everything from the visit to Ecruteak City, with it's two iconic towers, mystifying gym, and the Dance Theater where I watched the kimono girls perform to the challenges and exhilarating rigor of the pokeathlon's competitions. If only I could have stayed there... alas! i wouldn't have said I was ever a true trainer or coordinator though, and certainly no breeder. I enjoyed some of all, but had no true interest in prize breedings, in ribbons, in badges. It wasn't about the grind, the prize, the collection. It was about the thrill, the challenge, the journey, the process. I did always enjoy the musicals though, but my bonds ran deep, not high. Give me trust over strength, give me art over prowess. Maybe I was always a loner, a butterfly bright and social around others yet drawn to the deep wilderness, always drawn to a strange path. Maybe I was always curious, always exploring, never satisfied. Would it surprise you to learn I was one who hoped to find another world, rather then to mourn losing the one I know?

who are you now?

I am one who marches to the beat of my own drums and makes my own path. Untamed and free, I intend to find my own path, confident, and undeterred by what others may warn, may forbid, may say. If there is danger, I welcome it for the thrill of the challenge, if there is an obstacle I tackle it for the puzzle of overcoming it. I am not scared of this new world, I do not regret what I have left behind, and I embrace this change, as a butterfly metamorphosizes to shed it's shell and sprout new wings I too shall change. I see this new world as a new opportunity, a new question that has not before been posed, a new adventure, and I for one will not hesitate to step where no steps may yet mark the path or go where no other may have yet gone before. I burn to explore this new land, and I am unbothered by the fears or concerns of those around me or before me. My mortality is inevitable, why waste a candle's light all in the same familiar room?

If I have forgotten my past, I live to make new memories, if I have come with nothing I live to make and gather new things. I'll take what I need, I'll build what I want, I care not for rules, conventions, or policies, and I dare any to step before me. Order and law are pointless in an untamed world, and have never mattered to me much anyways, I will always be free and wild, what care have I for moral justifications like right and wrong? Selfish is to think of the self, and at heart everyone falls victim to it, it does not make one bad nor mean one cannot care of others, for even then there is a self-gain, even in self-sacrifice one does what the self finds most right. I am a giver and a taker, I am light and dark, as all are.

Untamed, I yearn to roam the wilderness, confident and at home in my skin I am unafraid to view everything with open eyes. I don't come here to try to tame or temper, I don't insist I structure things or capture and break what is not like me. I feel training is valuable, but as a personal quest and process, and I seek more to understand then I do to gain power. Do not take this as weakness though, for I am always ready, and far from vulnerable. Still, I do not forsake my own kind as different as I may be from the mindsets of most. If anything I thrive around others just as much as I do alone, to understand and connect with others is a natural talent and I'm usually quick to find friendship, if hard pressed to find true understanding.I freely share myself even still though, and I seek always to meet others, to find progress, to make new things, and nothing pleases me more then to help another spread their wings.

what remains?

Freestyle, Break dancing, Tutting, Pop and Lock, and Belly Dancing, Stardust has learned from and taken from most styles of dancing that revolve around unrestricted and unstructured movement. Maybe he can't salsa or tango without some instruction, but give him just a beat and he can make something of it. He's also fairly handy with drawing, coloring,and painting, and likely would be good at most kinds of sculpting or carving if he had ever really had the tools to try it. He knows how to sing very well, especially in the tenor range, and he has some familiarity with mallet percussion, and a bit less with the alto and tenor sax and the piano.

Oddly enough, Stardust is also a rather good skateboarder and a half decent rollerblader/skater, though they haven't found many places that allow such activities. They also are pretty good at gymnastics, mostly due to their proficiency in parkour as well as some other miscellaneous physical activities like climbing and falling, which is certifiably a skill if you ask them. They have taken a mix of a few different fighting classes for sport and to help improve their movements, which with their dancer's control and flexibility they picked up pretty fast, but he never really dedicated himself to learning a martial art. He also has wielded some approximations, usually padded, of weapons, and once was a longstanding member of a medieval recreation group that sparred often. Polearm's and staffs were his favorites, though he made an intimidating dual sword user and could manage sword and dagger and sword and shield not half bad.

Stardust loves to read, but tends to be rather slow at it. He writes poetry sometimes, and stories he comes up with, and likes philosophy and fantasy above all, questioning the what ifs of the real world and the imaginary ones both. However math and science have never been strong suits, nor did he ever have proper schooling for them.

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