#shilohcore

Hi so I have a new TMA OC that I wanna share. This is Shiloh. They're a Distortion. They're centered around mirrors and reflections. They're vain af. Are just here to cause mischief. And their gender is No.

Name: Shiloh Morris...or was it Morris Shiloh? Oh they don’t remember. What’s it matter anyways

Pronouns/Gender: No/Pointy Stab Hands/Sad Kazoo Music, they/them

Apparent Age: 26? Maybe? Might be older. Might be younger. Hard to guess.

History: One day. Shiloh just *was*. Simple as that. It might be that Shiloh was the product of another Sannikov Land. It might not. It’s just that one day Shiloh was not. And then Shiloh was. Simple. It’s been such a long time, they don’t really remember anymore. They just know that they are, they were and they will be for some time. They like to lurk in reflections and mirrors and anything that shows an image back at the viewer. They like the idea that they can make you look different and unnatural. But just enough to terrify, but not enough to drive you mad. Or do they. They’re not sure. They’re here for the fun of it all, truly. The more someone is on edge and the more someone is littered with paranoia, the more fun Shiloh has. That’s how it should be. What’s the point of a little bit of chaos if you can’t enjoy yourself. A downward spiral is a slide after all, might as well enjoy yourself.

Shiloh is a Distortion of reflections and surfaces. They are a Distortion of the physical world. Anything that can shuffle the appearance of things around others is where Shiloh excels. Mirrors. Cameras. Windows. Screens. They don’t care much for doors. Doors can be closed. And of course a mirror can be covered. A window can be smashed. A camera can have its lense capped. A screen can be turned off. But that doesn’t cease them from reflecting. This Distortion is all about the reflection of a reality you cannot touch. They travel through glass more often than not. The spiral shows up as parlour of mirrors, endless and constantly changing the appearance of those who enter. If someone is so skilled to reach the center of their spiral, they will see the one mirror that shows them without any blemish -- but is this really who you are? Hard to say. You’ve passed by so many selves in this journey through Shiloh’s parlour it’s hard to tell. Now, you have an option. You can go back into the world. Confused. Unsure. Questioning who you are with no real way to find out the answers about what you is the real you. Or you can stay here. And you can search for answers. 

The world outside is so twisted and cold and unfeeling. But at least here in the Parlour? At least it’s a contained sort of twisted. It’s pleasant here. You can be whoever you want. And no one will judge you.

That being said -- Shiloh is chaotic. They’re here to watch. Here to play. It’s a game. And you’re all the players.

Appearance: Shiloh’s gender is No. Their gender is also Pointy. Their gender is also sentient hair. Their gender is also Oh look at these pretty hair clips I think I shall wear them. And their gender is also Stay here with me forever and you will never, ever be sad ever again, I promise.

Shiloh is a rather small Distortion. They come from a Pocket Spiral owned by a certain middle aged Beholder Avatar and well. Despite what Beck realizes, Shiloh comes and goes as they please. They can simply pass through anything with a reflective surface because they are vain and like looking at themselves. That being said. Shiloh is not agender. Shiloh’s not non-binary. Or genderfluid. Or genderqueer -- the legitimately have no gender. Or sex for that matter. They stand about average height, hard to tell exactly. Somewhere between 5’6” and 5’8” depending on how they’re positioned. They have a more classically feminine build -- slim shoulders, smaller waist, larger hips but they appear to have a more masculine chest and legs. There is legitimately no way to tell what they seem to prefer. And they choose to keep things that way. And should you ever see them without clothes. Smooth. There is nothing. Nothing at all. Like a barbie doll. Or a ken doll. You know what. Like a doll. Much better.

Shiloh keeps their hair long. Much like Michael they have a lot of hair. But they keep it tied back in a pony tail. It’s silky, a bit shimmery (they like reflective things, after all) and somewhat peach colored. It’s a gingery pinkish beige but oh boy its a pretty color. It seems to curl and writhe a bit if you look too long at their hair, and -- did it just move? Like a tentacle? Yes. Yes it did. It’s sort of sentient. It acts like tendrils, coiling and wriggling on their own, and Shiloh often regards their hair as being like extra limbs and often encourages people to brush and touch their hair. Maybe they want to capture people in their hair. Or maybe they’re just vain. The answer is yes.

They love color, however, they don’t wear a lot of it. They’re often seen in all black. Usually a mock turtleneck -- sometimes long sleeved, sometimes short -- and slim fitting black pants. But because of their adoration of color, they are often seen in many, many brightly colored accessories. Usually hair clips or jewelry. But the color tones vary. Some days are neons. Others are jewel tones. Some days are pastels. They love color. And the more the better. They love things like fireworks, light shows, raves and the store Claire’s. They love whatever is flashy. 

Their eyes are bizarrely gentle. A pale shade of pink? Or maybe it’s purple. Blue? Can’t really tell but it always seems to complement what they’ve accessorized with. Oh and nails? They love decorating their nails. Unless, of course. They think they might break one. But that’s what makeup’s for. They don’t wear much but when they do? It’s quite striking.