#favian

👁️ Species: Human–Troll hybrid (half-alien)

📏 Height: 5’3" (but could suplex a bodybuilder)

🎂 Birthday: February 14th. Aged 26 but physically looks 14 due to halted growth

🩸 Blood Color: Grey (formerly royal blue)

💀 Nicknames: Favi, Zombie-kid, Stitches

💬 Voice: Artificial voicebox – can mimic others, switch voices like sound files

🏡 Origin: Upper-middle class estate, later a runaway nomad

🐴 Closest Friend: Xena, his black-silver mare

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🌸 Appearance

Skin tone: Faded grey-blue, stitched together in visible patches

Hair: Black → silver-grey, thin and wispy from poisoning

Eyes: Muted turquoise with faint yellow rings

Horns: 4 Small, dull, and stopped growing — chipped at the edges

Clothing style: (runaway default shown in image)

Bright patterned shirts (think clashing colors & loud prints)

Button-ups over silly graphic tees

Shorts or loose pants, sandals & socks always

Occasional cosplay bits (cute dresses, ribbons, wigs he made himself)

Body: Short, wiry, covered in surgical seams; looks fragile but isn’t

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🧷 Personality

💖 “Tired but still smiling.”

Hardy, endlessly optimistic, a people-pleaser in recovery, a sunshine soul trapped in a patchwork body

High empathy, gets attached easily

Humor as a survival mechanism — loves slapstick & wordplay

Extremely patient (thanks, Xena)

Genuinely kind, social, and patient — even with those who fear him

Loves making others laugh, especially kids

Turns trauma into humor; copes through creativity

Loyal to a fault and overly forgiving

Shy when complimented, especially when called cute

Still believes the world is worth loving, even if it hasn’t loved him back

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🧵 Abilities & Quirks

Can literally sew his body back together — learned to do it himself

Pain tolerance: legendary

Strength: human adult-level despite small frame

Stamina: borderline supernatural

Immune to most human diseases

Can’t eat solid food easily — lives off smoothies, soups, & nutrient drinks

Enjoys cosplay & dressmaking; sometimes crossdresses just for fun or comfort

Likes smelling cologne & musk — fascinated by things his own body can’t produce. Body hair included.

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🪡 Backstory

Favian was born to a human woman obsessed with the idea of creating “the perfect child.” She took lovers from different human-like alien species called Trolls. When Favian was born, she gave him up immediately — just another experiment in her strange quest for perfection. He has countless half-siblings out there, though he’s never met them.

He was adopted into a wealthy family that adored his cheerful energy. The Veladrians had a mansion, gardens, and a stable filled with horses. Since his parents were always away on business, Favi was left under the care of their butler, Bas — a man whose polite mask hid deep resentment despite being in charge of home-schooling the kid.

Bas kept Favi isolated from other kids, locking him in his room under the guise of “protecting” him. The only kindness Favi knew was from the gifts his parents sent — toys, books, craft supplies. He taught himself jokes from comedians on television, sewed clothes into dolls, and turned loneliness into art. When it got unbearable, he’d jump out the window (troll resilience saving him every time) and run to the stables to play with Xena, the wild black mare no one could tame. Somehow, Favi did — with patience and bribes of apples (despite being kicked a few times).

But Bas had darker plans. He began secretly poisoning Favi over years, hoping to make him frail and eliminate the family’s heir. The alien blood in Favi kept him alive, but not unchanged. His once-blue skin dulled to grey, his hair lost color, and his horns stopped growing. His blood turned thick and grey, his energy faded, and his body stopped maturing.

Favi’s parents returned home and were horrified by his decline. They poured money into research, discovering his hybrid blood could be sustained with artificial flesh grafts. Scientists made spare skin grown from his own cells, and Favi learned to sew them himself. His voicebox atrophied from illness, replaced by a device that lets him mimic any tone. Through it all, he stayed bright — joking, sewing, and loving life through the pain.

Bas’s resentment grew. On Favi’s 16th birthday, he made his move — sabotaging the parents’ car to crash on the way home (killing them both) and planning to murder Favi himself. But Favi overheard the plan over the phone. When Bas came for him with a knife, Favi fled upstairs, packed his things, and leapt from the window. He landed hard but alive.

Xena was waiting. She broke free of her pen, and together they galloped into the night as the mansion burned behind them.

Since then, Favi has lived as a traveler — performing tricks, sewing clothes, and entertaining children for coins. He’s an outcast in a world that fears hybrids, but he never lost his spark. He finds beauty in broken things, laughter in pain, and love in places no one else looks.

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💅 Fun Facts

Calls himself a “designer zombie.”

Keeps emergency thread & a sewing kit on him at all times.

Once sewed a plushie of Xena with real horsehair.

His “skin replacements” are kept in color-coded bundles — he jokingly calls them his “fashion swatches.”

Loves anything pastel or glittery.

Collects stickers from kids he meets during shows.

Doesn’t mind when people stare — he’s used to being a spectacle.

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🩹 Quote Board

> “I’ve been stabbed before. 0/10, don’t recommend, but it’s not the worst thing that’s happened this week.”

“They call me zombie-kid. I prefer patchwork prince.”

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