Princess Cynical - Cynical has to be first. He is the highest of all royalties and we all must fear him. His soul is what Justice for all is. His understanding of equity is what makes him the true face of Big Joey's server. Striking fear in all that stands in his way. He is what peak beauty is. The kind to even make the Gods jealous.
Tomm - A wholesome soul I cherish too bits. I don't have enough words to express how much I love him. Tomm, to me, is what stargazing feels like. What loving another like family is. He is that feeling of reminiscence, of sweet cookies as a child. Of what love, at it's purest, truly is.
Eileen - Lesbean haha, get it, cause she the gays. Eileen, to me, is what a strong soul is. Not just because of the sturdiness on how she carries herself, but as well as how she holds this kindness. This warm, loving hug. She is what embracing without fear is. She is beautiful.
Jack The only thing warmer than his pyro collection would be his laughter. Jack, to me, is what chicken noodle soup for the soul is made of. He is that feeling of a good laugh. Of comedy with friends, of security with peers. The way he can light up the mood and still be that little dork of a soul is what being friends means. All the dumb, silly jokes he makes is where comfort is.
Rafeed When I first met these find fellows, I would like to imagine I was just a seed within a garden, likewise to everyone else. Rafeed is what growth is. Some may see his leaves as sharp vines, the kind that is blunt and dig deep. And maybe, at times, it may feel as if his words sting like the breaking of glass. I'd like to imagine it's just him coming out of his shell. Of him, growing out of this way of motion and finding the right way of watering his plants. His soul speak of learning, and at times, may lose footing, but at the end of the day he always get back into the dance of life. Grow, little flower child, and learn that the sun is where you belong.
Virus Virus, my favorite son, is what passion and pushing yourself is. A soul that reminds me to conquer my fears and to grow. From his dream of working at Valve to his thriving skills on SFM and music. He is a reminder that, as much as you may fall back in your works, you can always work harder. He is both the art and the artist, and yet he is still growing.
Libby If the colour blue had a voice it would sound like Libby. In contrast and hues, her voice speaks both of what youthful eccentric summer sky's and that of which drowning in the ocean feels like. Of tears from both joyous boast and late night heartbreaks. Her soul is that of a muted shout. Of Freedom and virtues. She is the motion of metamorphosis. Of finding ones beauty. Of finding ones self. She is what wearing a new pair of jeans feels like. A rose that carries thorns that, at times, can make her feel destructive, belittled, unlovable. However, only if she knew that for those who love her, those who see her in all of her glory and sunshine, their skin is thicker than that. She is blue in all of her BLUety. ; ^ )
Oscar I have written many poems and spoke love in all the languages and motion in this world, yet I cannot fathom how much Oscar has not only taught me, but reminded me what self love truly means. He is the sound of love. A sanctuary of kindness and care. And, if you listen hard enough, if you bring your wee ears a big closer, you can hear his little shy soul speak to you through the instruments of his heart. A shy little beauty, Oscar is what embracing means. Of breaking out of your shell, and virtually , helping others break out of their's. Hot chocolate in cold winters and ice cream in August. His soul speaks in volumes to those who hear the music of life and all the little dumb and lovely things that come with it. He is where the little kids dance about and find refugee in each others smile, knowing fully well that they, too, are loved. Cared. Comfortable. Oscar is what being loved feels like. And I love it.