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märz von ludowing
blind optimist

Having the tremendous fortune to avoid the true malice of life thus far, his personality is dominated by an almost-infallible optimism; goofy smiles and bashful giggles are as common as leaves on a tree in the springtime, in his case, as a largely carefree attitude reigns supreme. Nonetheless, he's nothing short of being complete and utterly grateful for what he has in his closed-off life: though anybody else might regard what little he has to be barely worth speaking about, chances are that he wouldn't be able to thank his mother and his best (and only) friend enough for simply keeping an otherwise inevitable loneliness at bay. In fact, his mother's wise words have shaped the way he carries himself whilst in the company of strangers as a whole, and more prominently than all other nuggets of wisdom stick in his mind the words 'treat others as you would like to be treated' (the second most prominent, incidentally, reminds him to 'be wary of strangers'). By all means is he well-spoken and well-behaved, though a fundamental shyness largely gets in his way when interacting with those he's not yet accustomed to.

He has a way of speaking, too, in that curious way that children do: on occasion will he seem to be blunt in his words, but never, ever does he mean to offend. Naïve and innocent he indubitably is, but that hardly means he's void of an understanding of sadness - or any other negative emotion, for that matter. If his sheltered upbringing has contributed anything by the way of not having experienced emotions not entirely desirable, it would only be to the extent that he's come to feel discomfort in the smaller things in life; moments of sadness (or, at least, what passes for 'sadness' in the happy-go-lucky child's books) are few and far between, and - perhaps most importantly of all - trivial: as life stands, he has yet to bear witness to any tragedy as to be able to put things into perspective. In light of the ultimate pettiness of what upsets him, such moods rarely ever last long enough to leave an impression of any sort - smiles, in short, succeed frowns before too long.

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(( O~kay~! ☆ Let's try to get active over here! ...Let's try to get active over here full-stop, in fact! ᕦ(òωóˇ)ᕤ If anybody wants a starter or something, just drop a line and I'll see what I can do! ))
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family That he lives alone with his mother, virtually cut-off from the rest of the world, notwithstanding, never has he felt lonely - he can't remember having lived in a family bigger than two, after all. However, he's intelligent enough to recognise the absence of a male parental figure, and on more than one occasion has he voiced the observation to his mother. So, too, is he intelligent enough to recognise that it isn't a subject his mother is particularly willing to discuss, despite the strong bond the two share, and he has thus gotten accustomed to the majority of his questions regarding his father being dismissed before too long. Withou
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März von Ludowing had led a spectacularly mundane life - with 'spectacularly' being used more as an adjective than an intensifier. Born without sight, he never once left his mother's side. The two lived lonely but nevertheless happy lives in their secluded forest cottage: she was a renowned 'wise woman' in the area, possessing a knowledge of countless remedies that was second to none, whilst he her 'little helper', accompanying her during her herb-picking excursions in the surrounding woodland area. He learned to recognise the different species by smell, his mother by voice as she read to him each and every evening by candlelight, and i
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*Spring is coming closer but, for the winter spirit, that's not enough for him to stop his work of bringing snow to every place he visits, included the boy's house*
[He knows snow. Or, at least, he knows of snow, having never experienced it beyond watching it fall outside, he himself happily cosy inside his woodland cottage home. That his first response to the weather when he steps outside is complete and utter wonder, then, should come as no real surprise: his gaze, upon noticing the soft crunch of the snow, first falls to his feet; it's then lifted to the sky, where it remains for quite a while, and before he knows, he's grinning, one hand out in an attempt to catch a falling flake or two.]
*Jack notices that there's a boy willing to catch some snowflakes so he'll just make more snow to fall so the boy can accomplish his mission*
[And, just like that, he becomes mesmerised by the winter weather - something he'd never even seen before this winter, be it by means of watching from inside or like─ like this, really, experiencing the whole thing first-hand. He's been told that it was only usual for it to snow every winter, but this being the first winter he could actually see... Well, understandably does this make the phenomena - one so ordinary as to perhaps be unimpressive to anybody else - all the more exciting. All into account, it's but a matter of time before he begins giggling to himself, paying no mind to the cold in favour of playing in the snow for the first time.]
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"Thank you for the watch~!" she smiled brightly, "I'm Hatsune Miku! And yours?" she asked, her finger playing with her long blue hair.
[Not quite capable of fully comprehending the young woman's words, the gentlest of frowns first crosses his face - 'thank you for'...what was that? Still, in spite of this failure to understand, barely a second passes before he mirrors her gesture of amicability, if marginally more shyly; he nods as if to supply an initial 'you're welcome' as he links his hands behind his back - a course of action as to prevent any nervous fidgeting.]
You're very welcome, miss! I really like the colour of your hair, s-so...
[Words peter off into a bashful giggle, immediately after which he tilts his head inquisitively to one side.]
But, um—! Are you also asking for my name...?
"Thank you! I get that a lot.." she giggled, as a faint blush appeared on her face for she always LOVED getting those kind of complements. "..Oh! Yes, if you wouldn't mind..." she said, thinking that she introduced her self too quickly. Suddenly felling awkward, she back up a step and lowered her head a bit. "...sorry." she quickly added, playing with her foot.