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I Wear my Sunglasses at Night Male Event Horizon Astrum

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Mysterious. Aloof. Collected. Far too calm for some of the things he sees. All but untouchable. Utterly cool. Just a few of the ways that one notable Astrum is described. With his ever-present sunglasses that somehow stay on no matter how he jumps, flies, or in other ways cats around he certainly makes an impression. Event Horizon have a reputation of being emotionless or at least nearly so and it's very true that even through the worst the IF can offer, through zombie assault and flood and fire, his voice never raises in alarm and he never loses that calm half smirk, half grin he wears. But when as a little kitten you predict what you think is the end of the world and live through it everything else gets held to that level of fear; it's hard for much to stack up. When he was barely larger than a handful, his eyes opened for scarcely a week, he had a vision of a terrible white flash in the depth of night, and everyone that looked upon it turned black like living shadows. He did his best to tell everyone what he'd seen, his family and his mother's Bonded who was wise enough to help. But when the night in question came and he lay huddled with his siblings in a shaking heap of kittens he heard one of his sisters coo in wonder at the glow. Realizing she'd lifted her head and their mother was not nearby, he leapt up and pounced upon her, forcing her head down.

But in the process he himself saw the light, and found out the truth of his vision: it wasn't that he would turn into a shadow. The world instead turned dark for him. The light blinded him.

Now mostly full grown he isn't bitter about that night. What at first was tragedy he turned into confidence. He's already felt paralyzing fear and acted so what do visions of falling balls of fire or red dragons raging hold for him? He still has his visions, quite clear ones even if they are often veiled in imagery. Perhaps his blindness, which doesn't hinder him any otherwise, has helped sharpened his Sight in turn. Maybe the light was a herald for his destiny. Maybe he's just so naturally cool that even the IF stands impressed and so offers him its favor. Whatever the case he can be trusted on to always be a steadying presence when everything unpleasant has hit the fan, plan in mind if not having warned everyone already.

A little over a foot long with a tail equal in length, his deep blue-black fur is sleek and silky smooth. From his right shoulder down along his side runs a vivid neon purple streak identifying his rank ever as some distance. The keen of eye can even still see it when he lights up his purple glow, it is so bright. He lacks wings as some Astrum do though he can still leap and fly about quite well, naturally. He is only rarely seen without his sunglasses, a gift from the sister he saved from sharing his fate. Should he ever have to have then removed such as to clean them he tends to keep his eyes closed. He long ago found out that his empty, unfocused stare and white-filmed eyes sometimes unnerved those around him.