Species; Golden Aster/"Monster" Not really, but passes as one.
Age; Chronologically, consciously, or mentally?
Gender; A thing~! That was a boy once.
Occupation; Unofficial Guide to the Underground
Likes; Power, control, and suffering Being helpful, big hearts, sunshine, and rainbows!
Dislikes; Bad jokes, laziness, buttercups, and bees.
Description; It's a tiny yellow flower growing freely. Two spring green, thin, and bladed fronds hang off to its sides, surrounding a rather thin and dainty stem. Vibrant, well-tended petals radiate from around its face, giving it the appearance of a miniature sun. It is happy to provide all of the accompanying psychological effects of sunlight as well, bearing just the right kind of smile to assuage one's anxieties. The right kind of smile to push firmly forward that it is not only here to help you, but to be one of your most valued friends. Underlying complexities become more apparent the longer you look at it, however. Despite how energetic and peppy it seems to be, a certain dull fatigue dims the sparkle in its beady animal eyes. The two sharp fangs poking out among its glittering and immaculate teeth prove hard to ignore, invoking a shade of amusing feral viciousness only matched by kittens and puppies. But, most notably, the aster is slightly dizzying to look at... unnatural? Its body flows and stretches like a liquid instead of merely bending like the solid it should be. As you keep oh-so-carefully observing it, the flower seems less and less thrilled about this, and you receive mixed signals. Why would it want to you to go away AND keep you close by...?
