Hello there, beautiful people! :] As you all know, I took a break from the internet for awhile, and in doing so, I put my rainbowcy on hold in the middle of a generation. While I am forever sorry about that, I do hope I can make it up to you. I’m doing much better, now, and I decided I was ready to come back – however, I do apologize, for one thing. I will not be picking up Fluorine’s generation where I left off; I left off when I was in a dark place, and I rather start with a new heir, in order to have a fresh start, of sorts.
I apologize greatly, because this means no heir vote, but the story line I’ve planned for this heir is one that I really love, and it seems very real and relatable, to me, at least. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do, and I will answer any questions left unanswered by Fluorine’s generation through this new one. I’ve got it all thought out. :]
Without further ado, let me introduce our new Drop heir.
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Generation Song: Losing My Religion by R.E.M.
As a young child, Neptune – who has been blessed with the pet name Nepty by those he allows himself close to – knew he was different. His skin, a very pale orange color that was on the verge of yellow, was extraordinarily sensitive to the sunlight. And, his teeth, which were always perfectly aligned razor sharp little pearls, always had a longing and a craving, although it took him years to figure out what for. The moment he drank from his first human, he questioned himself. And not just himself, but others, too. His mother, who had thought it was her duty to instill faith into this troubled young boy, had taught him from a young age that prayer would give him all his answers. But why would God care for him now? He was half vampire, half human – why had God, the supposed Father of mankind, allowed him to be born? Had God, from the moment Neptune was conceived, turned his back on him? Neptune labeled himself a mistake, and abomination, something that could only bring harm, pain, hurt, and sorrow to those he loved. He distanced himself from strangers and family, leaving him with no real friends, in return. Except for one turquoise colored girl; she was as sweet as he was angry, and her smile convinced Neptune that even if God did not exist, angels must, for she was a saint. But even she, the girl deemed holy and righteous from her first cry in the hospital, questioned the Almighty, successfully convincing herself that demons do exist, even if they are only there to drive her mad.
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