My unwanted opinions on different C!Dsmp Kinnies

Soldier, Poet, King

This is me overanalyzing the soldier poet king trend and assigning it to Tommy, Wilbur and Techno kinnies so here we go

The Soldier

Tommy kinnies are the soldier, they've been fighting their entire lives, and that's all they know. All they know is to be loud, and lash out, and hurt, because they've been told that's who they are. Tommy kinnies go in to the soldier poet king quiz not knowing which they'll get, because they never got the time to figure out who they really are, who they are behind the anger, behind the bloody knuckles and hidden tears. They want to be able to stop fighting, to just enjoy life and discover for themselves who they are, not what people have told them they are. They fear there will never be an end to it, that they'll be caught in a bloody cycle endlessly, that they will forever be a soldier, and never be human

The Poet

Wilbur kinnies are the poet, they for as long as they can remember have been creating, creating emotion. Sadness, anger, joy, they'll take it all as long as they have something to feel. They know they are the poet, and have long accepted it since. They spend their lives trying to make connections, trying to bring light into all the darkness they see in the world, they see their own pain, their loneliness, and fears, and they turn in into art. They turn it into something beautiful for the rest of the world to see, but they fear, that despite their efforts they'll never be a healer. Wilbur kinnies fear that no matter how much art they bring into the world, it can't make up for the hurt they've caused in the heat of the intense emotions of the poet. They fear that despite everything they create, they'll end up alone, they are painfully human, but they fear they'll never have anyone to share that humanity with.

The King

Techno kinnies are the king, they had a crown resting upon their head before they even knew what it entailed. For as long as the king can remember, they've been burdened with responsibilities they don't want, have had worries and fears placed on their shoulders too quick to understand.  They are the leaders, they rally the group, they make the decisions, and stand on the front line of battle when all hope is lost. But they never wanted that, they were forced to serve, forced to give away their lives in order to lead. They long for the freedom of the poet, to be able to create instead of make cold decisions in stone castle walls. They fear that they'll forever be beasts of burden, always stressed with the decision of tomorrow, and never free to live, to breathe.