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This Hoshi has been traded. I no longer own them, just updating the ref so that no one misunderstands and thinks I still own 'em!

Signed out the letters that make up the word as opposed to the word itself so it would take up more space across the top than two headshots. A ref for Sun. Please don't call them Sun.
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Name: Soleil
Age: ??
Pronouns: They/Them

Relationship: Rallion
Friends:
Rallion
Roswell

Personality: Sweet, caring, soft, calm, patient, somber.

❤'s: Warm drinks|| The smell of coffee || Watching flames flicker || A quiet night || Fireflies || Dogs || Reminiscing || Spicy foods || Cool crisp air || Soft piano music.||
✘'s: Feeling too hot or too cold || Sand || The feeling of losing those close to them || Loud machinery. ||

Items: One porcelain mask, one beaded necklace, a small music box that plays in perfect detail whatever tune the holder is thinking of.

About: As a gaurdian of the autumn temple, they had to swear to uphold an oath of service and protection to the monks and patrons of the faith. All gaurdians of the temple must give up something of importance to their god as part of the vow, and for Soleil that was their voice. A singing voice that could rival even the most proficient of singers, now sworn to silence. Physically taken from them by the divinity, their voice will never be heard again. Most days they are not bothered by this, as their love, respect, and trust for the people of the temple is far greater than any worldly possession they could ever hold, but every now and then while listening to a particularly emotional composition, you may see their breathing falter.

They came to the Autumn Temple many years ago, exhausted and weary from their travels. They were taken in, and have continued to live there for as long as the people of said temple can remember. Their past is lost to time. They have seen quite a few generations of monks come into being and die of old age.

Extras:
-Their fur smells of hot chocolate, and is soft as flour.

-They love emotional music of any kind, but have a particular fondness for piano or instrumental music, and can often be seen dancing to it.

-They cannot speak, and so instead must communicate through signing, and body language.

-They especially love homemade ramen.

-They are not a fan of sea foods.

Theme:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ADqEC…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2ubgx…

Description
This Hoshi has been traded. I no longer own them, just updating the ref so that no one misunderstands and thinks I still own 'em!

Signed out the letters that make up the word as opposed to the word itself so it would take up more space across the top than two headshots. A ref for Sun. Please don't call them Sun.
______________________

Name: Soleil
Age: ??
Pronouns: They/Them

Relationship: Rallion
Friends:
Rallion
Roswell

Personality: Sweet, caring, soft, calm, patient, somber.

❤'s: Warm drinks|| The smell of coffee || Watching flames flicker || A quiet night || Fireflies || Dogs || Reminiscing || Spicy foods || Cool crisp air || Soft piano music.||
✘'s: Feeling too hot or too cold || Sand || The feeling of losing those close to them || Loud machinery. ||

Items: One porcelain mask, one beaded necklace, a small music box that plays in perfect detail whatever tune the holder is thinking of.

About: As a gaurdian of the autumn temple, they had to swear to uphold an oath of service and protection to the monks and patrons of the faith. All gaurdians of the temple must give up something of importance to their god as part of the vow, and for Soleil that was their voice. A singing voice that could rival even the most proficient of singers, now sworn to silence. Physically taken from them by the divinity, their voice will never be heard again. Most days they are not bothered by this, as their love, respect, and trust for the people of the temple is far greater than any worldly possession they could ever hold, but every now and then while listening to a particularly emotional composition, you may see their breathing falter.

They came to the Autumn Temple many years ago, exhausted and weary from their travels. They were taken in, and have continued to live there for as long as the people of said temple can remember. Their past is lost to time. They have seen quite a few generations of monks come into being and die of old age.

Extras:
-Their fur smells of hot chocolate, and is soft as flour.

-They love emotional music of any kind, but have a particular fondness for piano or instrumental music, and can often be seen dancing to it.

-They cannot speak, and so instead must communicate through signing, and body language.

-They especially love homemade ramen.

-They are not a fan of sea foods.

Theme:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ADqEC…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2ubgx…