The Gatekeeper, akaRtar(He/Any), is a Blue Steve with bits of Indigo energy that allows him to do his job as the Gatekeeper. His job is to guard the entrance to the World Beyond and deny those who aren't already Dead who wishes to enter it. When TSE begun his rampage, it was forced to rip itself from the World Beyond & the Middle World forever, not without getting some of their soul sucked in the process. Now she roams the Overworld, surviving.
Short description: A Blue Steve rests for the day, praying that somewhere, there's somebody that survived the slaughter. Angst.
holy crap, steve oc real? it's more likely then you think!! i love her, been wanting to roleplay as him but never got the chance to. plan on making a blog for it!!
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There's so many colors here. He has only ever seen the ones that existed within the Middle World, and tells told from the Spirits that lived before. They said that there's so many, most would assume that they're infinite. They're not, they say, just so many that you keep finding new things.
She wishes so desperately that their kind could experience the wonders of the World of the Living. That they could see the light shine through the leaves and make beautiful colours when they hit the water. The flowers and grass, the shades that the sky reaches.
They're so beautiful, and yet despite that, he couldn't bring herself to love its beauty to its fullest.
⠀ A sharp pain fills the steve's body and she curls into herself, his hand going to the area of the pain, only to feel nothing. Her eyes opening as she looks down to her legs— leg. The pain came from the leg that isn't there anymore, only a ghostly flame replacing it.
Yet she walks like they're still there. It still aches. The wonders of being a Spirit, huh?
Sighing, he laid back against the tree towering over their form, sheltering it from the sky. It's cold, despite the sun being high and far within it. They pulled their coat farther into themselves, his wings covering them from the wind the best it could.
They have never felt the cold or warmth before, just another wonder of the living. Despite its harshness, they knew her kind would relish in it. It's sure that they would love the rain as much as it did too.
Their soulless eyes bore into the back of its mind, bodies that laid scattered throughout the land. They lives forever within him, the only one who's left. The one who ran away, like a coward.
It didn't deserve the life it lives in.
⠀ Their body felt heavy, like him moving his limbs were a task they were never supported to do. So he shut his eyes and let the grass embrace her body, it couldn't care enough if anyone came by. There are ruins of buildings, overgrown and broken. She thinks it's safe to assume that no one would be around.
... This will possibly be the death of her. At least it'll be peaceful.
