⇨ gmt+10

⇨ preference for 3rd pov, i don't mirror - quality over quantity

minors do not interact

⇨ does not need trigger warnings with no hard no's apart from anything to do with vomit - anything else can be discussed via pm if needed

⇨ nsfw and sfw both welcomed

dislikes: rigid rules, dishonesty, being pigeonholed, injustice, overcommitments, corporate control, pretentious people, being misunderstood

weaknesses: perfectionist, overthinker, reluctance to delegate, emotionally vulnerable, rebellious, tendency to isolate, low tolerance to failure

birthdate: 30 december 1995

occupation: genre-defying solo artist, underground darling of the alt scene

orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single, not dating, no strings attached

even as a child theo stood out - not because he couldn't follow rules, but because he never wanted to. he had an exceptional ear and picked up instruments as easy as breathing. but, rather than replicate the strict classical traditions expected of him, he experimented. played backwards. improvised. disrupted. where his father would see genius being wasted, theo saw freedom trying to be born.

his father disapproved. they fought constantly. eventually, theo packed his things and left geneva without a plan. he drifted from city to city - barcelona, berlin, paris - living in temporary apartments, joining underground collectives and releasing EP's under fake names. he became a myth in some circles. a ghost in others. he never stayed anywhere for long.

he tells people it's a creative pilgrimage. but there's a tug in his chest he can't explain.

he lives on impulse but carries an undercurrent of longing that he doesnt talk about. it shows up in his music, in the way he disappears for days without a word, in the late night walks with no destination. he doesn't always know what he's looking for. just that it's out there somewhere. maybe in the city skyline. maybe in a melody.

☽ weight: 70kg

☽ build: lean, wiry, a little lanky but strong

☽ eye colour: hazel-green

☽ hair colour: dark brown, often looks lighter from sun exposure

☽ hair type: wavy messy and effortless

☽ glasses/contacts: none but loves sunglasses

☽ dominant hand: left

☽ skin tone: cool-toned ivory, tans easily

☽ tattoos/piercings: lyrics on his forearm, a moth on his ribs. double ear piercings, often wears mismatched earrings or single dangling

☽ marks/scars: faint scar across one knuckle from a bar fight he swears he didn't start. a small burn mark on his wrist from a careless night with incense

☽ notable features: mischievous eyes, beauty mark under his left eye, chipped nail polish, and rings always stacked on his fingers, often has faint smudges of eyeliner

☽ clothing style: mismatched designer and thrift, layered silver jewelry, distressed denim, oversized jackets, mesh shirts, combat boots

☽ allergies: mildly allergic to cats (will deny it), breaks out in hives from some synthetic fabrics

જ⁀➴ The one that got away

⇒ slice of life / romance / angst

⇒ ex lovers

⇒ 20's-30's, any gender

You were Theo's first real heartbreak - a wild, beautiful entanglement that ended in disaster. Years later, you're unexpectedly in Seoul too and somehow fate has tossed you and Theo back into each others orbit (reason why can be discussed). Sparks fly, but are they creative or combustible?

⇒ music / creative tension / unspoken history

⇒ fellow indie artist

⇒ 20-20's any gender

You and Theo once shared a magical creative spark - sleepless nights making demos, whispering lyrics across rooftops, and playing secret gigs under fake names. But something fractured between them. Maybe it was betrayal. Maybe it was love unspoken. Now you and he are both making waves in the indie scene once again and whispers of old demos, unreleased songs, and lingering feelings threaten to surface. Do they hate each other? Maybe. Do they still make magic together? Definitely.

⇒ comedy / chaotic friendship

⇒ theo's temporary roommate in seoul

⇒ any age and gender

You offered Theo a place to crash "just for a week". It's been a month, and you're still finding tea stained lyrics on napkins and thrifted scarves hanging from plants. You might not understand his art, but you kind of adore his odd routines. You fight over playlists and groceries, and definitely enable each others worst habits. It's chaotic, loud and messy and somehow exactly what Theo needs (and maybe you too)

⇒ comedy / found family / protective chaos

⇒ theo's oldest friend from switzerland whos now crashing with/near him in seoul

⇒ any gender

Loud, loyal and unfiltered - the ride or die type who once punched someone for calling Theo 'pretentious'. They know all his moods, from silent melancholy to caffeine fueled genius. Now that Theo's in Seoul they've followed (or fled for their own reasons). They say they're here to "watch his back", but mostly they drag him to clubs, force him to eat at least one actual meal a day, and subtly shield him from emotional burn out. No one gets under Theo's skin like they do.. But also, no one gets him better.