I wish for Sir Armor headcanons /silly
- He’s purely based on my yearning for wholesome gentleman knightly characters. Nothing hot and spicy just pure devotion.
- So he’s chivalrous to a fault.
- His physical appearance is based on moss and lavender flowers.
- Haven’t decided if he’s the ghost of who last wore him, or just a collection of wishes to protect made manifest of everyone who ever donned him.
- Very mindful of his sharp points and sharp edges. How can he caress and cradle his beloved if he’s too brash in his movements?
- Soft spoken.
- Has zero care for himself, everything is for others.
- strong scents are the closest thing to eating for him. His favorite “meal” is floral scents of course.
- doesn’t take offense at all to any possible attempts at humans or other beings picking on him. He knows he’s a suit of armor.
- if asked to sing he only knows one tune. A broken fuzzy hymn from ancient times. The grass seems to curl around his feet when he sings it for you.
- gives off body heat. Just enough to not be cold. But not enough to be warm like a human body.
- you can scrape and pick off the greenery that grows off of him but it always comes back. Stubborn things.
- the horns of his helmet hit many a doorframe.
