[center] [hider=Sage Winter] [color=f49ac2][h2]Sage Reece Winter[/h2] [i]"I've only been called Sage, though I've heard Mr. Winter a few times too many to count."[/i] Male 23 [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbtbjgpjen1rc93aro1_r1_500.jpg[/img] [i]"I'm not really sure how to explain what I'm really like, but I could explain what I think I'm like. I don't talk very often, but when I do my voice is pretty soft, I don't like being loud or aggressive, life is too important, and too very very short to waste on pride or violence. I've been told that my glasses must be tinted rose for me to stay so positive, and that perhaps I think things will turn out ok because I spend more time spaced out or in my head than the real world. My Aunt says that a lot, but I know she just likes teasing me. I like people, children in particular, and I like spend a lot of time babysitting or volunteering at the daycare next door to the flower shop when I'm not working, children understand me a lot better than those my age. Everyone's too busy looking for bad in me to realise that I don't have much, if any." "I guess if I had to sum myself up into one word, it'd be Pollyannaish. Although I don't believe it's illogical to be optimistic or positive, we live in a place so enormous that it's hard to remember that, in the long run, none of this will matter. Everyone will fade from history and memory one day, so I think people should enjoy the fleeting time we have, and just focus on what truly makes you happy." [/i] [i]"I grew up mostly alone, I do have my Aunt, but she's a very busy women so even while I was living with her I only saw her a few times a month. When I was very young, about Two or Three, my mother disappeared, and so I went to live with the only family I knew of, My Aunt. She lived in England, with a mansion of a home but no one to share it with, although the circumstances were less than favourable, we were both very happy to be together. I only remember the faintest smile from my mother, and if Auntie didn't have photos, I'm sure I would have forgotten her face altogether. Because of how wealthy my Aunt was, I was allowed to chose between being tutored from home, or going to a border school. Being the frightened child I was, I chose the former, and my Aunt hired one of the greatest live-in tutors in Europe, Ms. Calcelmo. Ms. Calcelmo taught me all the way through my education, up until I graduated "High-School" at fourteen. Thanks to Ms.Calcelmo I had become the highest scoring student in Kensington. After I graduated, I receiving invitations to a number of Private universities, however my interests weren't focused on following the University life. With permission from my Aunt, I used a small part of my college savings to open a Florist shop in a nearby shopping district. The shop itself was simplistic, vintage, and extremely personal. I was it's only employee, and because of that I formed bonds of Trust with my recurring customers. Then, on one slow day, I saw something strange in the backrooms mirror. It looked like an incredibly familiar smile, but I thought it was a Smudge. When I went to whip it off however, everything went black, and I woke up here, in this beautifully eerie forest." [/i] [i]"I am, or was, a Florist."[/i] [i]"There's no one I know well enough to think that way about."[/i] Played by: [@hagroden] [/color] [/hider] [/center]