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My companion's age: 20's

My companion's bio:

Victorian was left much to himself in his childhood. He lived in a vast but near-empty white, dilapidated mansion in the wilderness. As a child he was sensitive to the feelings of others, especially to sorrow and unresolved issues. He devoted himself to studying and sensitizing himself to the unseen inhabitants of his dilapidated home. On warm afternoons he listened to footsteps mingle with leaves sliding across the floors of the unkept upper rooms. He sensed and came to know companions he never saw or heard. He knew their sorrows and why they wandered restlessly. He connected with them more intimately through antiquated objects in the mansion he found, objects that had belonged to them. He accumulated these objects to channel the feelings of his unseen companions and bring them solace.

As a result of his strange play, Victorian was a solemn boy. He had no mother or father of whom anyone knew. When he became older he decided to pursue the stories of his unseen companions with greater energy, to find traces of them outside of the isolated mansion.

This led to a long journey through the wilderness. Victorian travels in tattered elegance. His possessions belong to a bygone era. He keeps to old traditions, but there is humility in the age and wear of his clothing and possessions.

My companion's likes and dislikes:

Likes tea, tea time and established meals, appropriately outfitted with tablecloth and utensils, very old mirrors, bronze objects, antiquated patterns, especially wallpaper, silence, moments of contemplation and inwardness.

Dislikes rudeness, greed, falseness, elimination of old ways, callousness and lack of appreciation for those who have come before.

My companion's style, favorite types of clothes/toys: Victorian/1970's-styled clothing, objects of natural material like wood or cotton, or of antiquated material like iron or bakelite, kitchen furniture and implements, fine toiletries and cologne.

My companion's personality: Gentle and accepting, affirming, non-judgmental, somewhat particular in his habits and singular in his mind, preferring solitude or one companion at a time.

We live in: Texas, United States

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