Characters Who Come Off As Cold And Indifferent But Are Compassionate And Soft Inside>>>>

Characters who come off as cold and indifferent but are compassionate and soft inside>>>>

Types of People: Hindu Mythology

asura: determined and ambitious. coffee lover. has ten heads' worth of obscure information. asks questions others are too afraid to ask. messy handwriting. wanderlust. daydreams a lot. can hold a grudge. unfinished projects. logical thinkers.

rakshasa: hates being told what to do. probably good at sports. doesn't care what other people think of them. competitive. always hungry. has a bunch of friends but isn't popular. scary when angry. horror stories at 2 am. passionate when it comes to something they like. gets bored easily.

naga: loves being the centre of attention. collects stuff they find interesting. warmest smiles. optimistic. shares all their food with you. loves to draw even if they're bad at it. won't hesitate to snap at someone they feel like is a bully. charismatic. probably has a high self-esteem. the mom friend.

yaksha: swings between energetic and moody. has a strong affinity with nature. uses humour to cover up their true feelings. likes riddles. has a short temper that they often struggle to hide. fluent in sarcasm. either talks a lot or doesn't talk at all. gets decent grades. reads to escape reality. into mythology and folklore.

vetala: secretive and mysterious. looks intimidating but is actually quite nice. they are much smarter than they look. would die for their loved ones. probably has a journal. reads a lot. ambitious but struggles to get good grades. warm heart and cold hands. studying until midnight. seems unemotional but cries easily.

ello im indian, are you from the north-east by any chance

I'm from Maharashtra, actually! :D (I hope that didn't sound passive aggressive)

by papa_beggs

I can never forget the time when I was in 10th grade and I went to school after a five day-long absence to find the whole of 10th grade talking about some guy in my class named Suresh.

I was really confused because there was no one named Suresh in our class and it was nearly the end of the school year so there was no chance of any new students joining my class. I wanted to see who this mystery student was and why was he so popular and why was everyone not terrified about the fact that he had recently died of blood loss.

Turns out, Suresh was an injured pigeon who had been living on a ledge just outside my classroom's window

One thing I want to see more of is the angst that comes along with being someone's clone. You don't see yourself as human. You don't have an identity to call your own- how can you, when all you are is a copy of another person? You're a thief, a loose thread, an abnormality born from the mutilation of another. You were never supposed to exist in the first place.