Name: Colt Fields
Age: 20
Gender: Demiguy
Species: Human - sorry not all of us can have a tail. Actually that’s a good question, why does Felix and Devon not have tails? Do you guys face any discrimination against not having a tail?
Orientation: Panromantic - I’m not really too big into the whole swapping mouth spit with another person. There’s something really graphic and horrible about it all. People all twisted together like some big erotic version of Twister.
Occupation: Anything. Photography. Honestly I am a Suicide Portrait photographer. And if you want to know what that is, it’s simple. I take pictures of places that people have died or where they could die from the vantage of that person. It’s some project about mental health that I am designing.
Don’t let him fool you, he’s actually a graphic artist as well, and is working on a horror, action, comic book.
Aspiration: Not dying. That’s a pretty decent aspiration I think. When you’re in a constant state of apathy and mind numbingness not dying and finding some mild sense of success is a bigger aspiration than it seems. I guess it be cool to get my photos noticed or something. Eh I don’t know.
Just don’t call me a girl. Sure I like my hair in a certain way and I like some frilly shirts, but it’s called being punk. Or at least that’s my excuse. I like skinny jeans and to collect hair clips. And the bandaids are just a fashion statement. I swear I am not that fucked in the head. Well I was.Always been a smaller guy then the ones in class, he stands at 5’4” and tends to wear petite shirts that seems sort of feminine. He likes to wear thick layers of eyeliner and eyeshadow. He tends to dress very punk, with skinny jeans, and his canvas shoes. He often tends to wear long sleeve shirts no matter the weather. Those who get to know him, if they know him will see old scars of his teenager years worn on his wrist.
He has a voice that is in the middle range. That it could be either the voice of a girl with a deeper voice or a voice of a guy with a much quieter voice. He smells like cigarettes or vape depending on whether or not he’s trying to quit that month or not.
Background:
Born in San Francisco, California Colt has always been the odd man out. A little too into death and decay, his favorite holiday being that of Halloween. His obsession with death and his graphic drawings had him labeled with many different mental health labels since he was very young.
He spent most of his life with his parents trying to fix him, and the school trying to get him to model behavioral normalcy on him that it actually inspired him to continue his work as a photographer and a comic book artist.
An excellent drawer with a dark sense of dry wit. He spent his life battling demons other people gave him. Now he works on comic book series he gets locally published at a comic bookstore. About a group of unlikely super heroes saving the world from demonic forces and it’s not what you think.
Moving to Hollywoo just to get away from his parents toxic negativity. And all the pills, the ins and outs of mental wards, and the sense of imprisonment he felt in San Francisco. He wanted to start over as someone new and pursuing his own passion in hopes to escape his clinical depression.