REGENTAG - BISEXUAL - SINGLE
MAYBE OPEN FOR BREEDINGS
MAYBE OPEN FOR BREEDINGS
Regentag, the traveller
- brother of Morgentau
- his sister means everything to him
- very adventurous
- loves to travel
- collects items / trinkets from his travels
- very artistic, likes painting rocks
He travelled far and wide, until he reached a city, seemingly not touched by time. It was beautiful and charming, really, but above anything it was quite eerie. The houses were all from another century, and so were all the cars on the streets. But nonetheless everything was as new as it could be, he felt like he travelled back to the 60s. The most peculiar thing was the fact, that the town was empty and yet – full of life. No soul was outside, but he could see them: the shadows moving behind every curtain. The playgrounds were overgrown, but the laughter of the children continued on. By night the noises grew louder and louder, like the barking of invisible dogs And the buzzing of old streetlights, flickering, sending messages. On his second day he visited the old cemetery and was in for another surprise: None of the dates on all of the graves were more recent than 1969. And yet, he spotted his name own on one of them.He fled the town, returned back home. But the imagine of the gravestone still haunts him, keeping him up at night. And that place he escaped still calls him.
- his sister means everything to him
- very adventurous
- loves to travel
- collects items / trinkets from his travels
- very artistic, likes painting rocks
He travelled far and wide, until he reached a city, seemingly not touched by time. It was beautiful and charming, really, but above anything it was quite eerie. The houses were all from another century, and so were all the cars on the streets. But nonetheless everything was as new as it could be, he felt like he travelled back to the 60s. The most peculiar thing was the fact, that the town was empty and yet – full of life. No soul was outside, but he could see them: the shadows moving behind every curtain. The playgrounds were overgrown, but the laughter of the children continued on. By night the noises grew louder and louder, like the barking of invisible dogs And the buzzing of old streetlights, flickering, sending messages. On his second day he visited the old cemetery and was in for another surprise: None of the dates on all of the graves were more recent than 1969. And yet, he spotted his name own on one of them.He fled the town, returned back home. But the imagine of the gravestone still haunts him, keeping him up at night. And that place he escaped still calls him.