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cupid.

The Cupid sat at sorrows door, and pondered why is he. Why the creature made of Love is blind to foresee, that Love is out of reach for non but the creature who is he.

Winnie Evermor • Guardian - Cupid •
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violent kidnapping
dismemberment
mutilation
stalking
torture
gore
illness
cursing
obsession
manipulation
fictional disease

name. evory (winnie) evermor
age. 32 • appears 20
race. guardian • cupid
birthday. 02/20/91 8:00am
astrological sign. pisces
gender. male
sexuality. homosexual • demi

height. 149.86 cm • 4'11
weight. like feathers
hair color. pale blonde • wavy
eye color. periwinkle, left heart shaped pupil, right glass replica normal pupil
skin tone. pale • flushed • shimmery
body type pear shaped
notable features. freckles, heart pupils, heart shaped birthmark on collarbone

job occupation. baker/co-owner of Sweet Agape
social statis slave
place of origin. universe
current home. seoul
affiliation. affiliation
family. family here.
marital status. single

mbti. infj-t (before kidnapping, esfj)
likes. sweets, flowers, tea, cute things, soft things, pastels, light atmosphere's, smiles, hugs, warmth, love, desserts, baking, learning, food, animals,
dislikes. rudeness, pain, sour things, being cold, being alone, cabbage, celery, spicy foods, pushy people, feeling useless, scary bugs, trickery, pressure

hobbies. baking, gardening, cleaning, caring for animals, caring for plants, love, making others happy
habits. pouts when thinking, bounces randomly, smiles a lot, whines when confused, giggles at good memories, disassociates during triggering topics
ticks lip biting, clothing picking, bouncing, feet swinging/tapping, gaping when listening to others speak.

favorite color. sage
least favorite color. grey
favorite food. strawberries
least favorite food. banana
form of entertainment. baking, caring for plants, taking care of people, love talking, helping others, preforming selfless acts, encouraging others
prized possession. possession unknown for now

scars. scars on his neck, both wrists and ankles from captivity over 30 years
ailments. agoraphobia (the fear of going outside), trauma & ptsd (from being kidnapped and tortured for years), hanahaki disease (from being cursed with the rare hana seed)
triggers. isolation, captivity, mentions of torture, pain, crowds

injuries torn and ripped wings, feathers pulled and crushed. right eye gouged from head. raw cuts from chains.
hanahaki. a curse from the hana seed. it was forced to be swallowed and fed potions to accel growth. his flower is a queen of the night.
traumas. being cramped spaces, pain or crowded places triggers his body to curl up and shake.

abilities.

He can only fly short distances, can show someone a glimpse of their love life and can see red strings and where they go,

cupid attributes.

He is considered other worldly when it come to his looks, his wings are damaged but cute/petite, only one of his eyes are heart shaped in the pupil.

skills.

He has an affinity for plant care, can learn/perfect any bakery good he is shown and can speak/understand any language.

secondary skills.

Is well versed in every aspect needed for successful connection, well educated on every type of love even those seen as platonic.

strengths.

he can easily fit in and provide energy and positivity to thise around him.

weaknesses.

like most guardians, negativity, hate, sin and evil often make him weak or sick.

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His eyes sparkled with a periwinkle hue, heart shaped pupils reflecting off the rainbows of light rays that surrounded him. Evory was greeted by other cupids eager and happy to see him awake, ready to show him as much love as he wished upon them. For a few months they taught him everything about love, every type and every meaning until he was well versed on the subject and ready for the world. No one was as ready, as eager, as Evory was to gain a charge and help them fill their life with people that showed them the amount of love and care they needed. The day he officially was assigned there was no hesitation in reading everything they offered about them, it was a boy in his 20’s from a place called China. His name was Clement Florentine, Evory found it cute his favorite things were mini cakes and winnie the pooh thinking how sweet and innocent the man was. Though he was human there was a strange sense that his charge was not like most humans, far too adventurous and absorbed in nature often running barefoot through wooded areas and other places where there was wildlife. Evory recalls how often he would hear someone tell him to wear shoes or put them on only for him to argue they were far too restricting, it made studying Clement all the more entertaining for the little cupid.

Hearing a giggle his eyes flickered up quickly looking over with a wide expression and a flush heated cold-reddened cheeks, Clement was standing beside him about 4 minutes early watching the cupid be silly; childish even. There was no telling if the laugh was poking fun or genuine endearment and of course Evory started to feel panicked until his charge started to play with his own breath, it was at that moment they had started their journey into a lasting friendship. From then on the two were constantly around each other, often finding solace in baking and finding that the cupid loved it just as much as Clement did, and the two gained nicknames from one another. It was made very known that his charge thought Evory as cute as Winnie the Pooh, quickly calling him by such, and Clement turned into Clementine for the man's love of orange desserts. Evory was now Winnie whenever the two hung around which the cupid didn’t mind, Clement was happy and that was his job... To give love and happiness to his charge; which he tried really hard to keep up. It was proven rather quickly how difficult it was to keep his charge on a path that kept the man both healthy and safe. He was a bit clumsy when it came to reading those that promised him love and it was strangely easy for Clement to fall for bad situations and promises, but no matter how hard Winnie always steered him back to the path that led to good.

The dark feeling that had been slowly creeping into the back of WInnie’s mind was tenfold that morning at the bus stop, the growing ache that something bad was going to happen; that something just wasn’t right. He spent the day across the street at the bakery where he worked watching through the large windows towards Clement’s office with an eeriness. Something bad was definitely going to happen today and he needed to stop it. At lunch he acted as if nothing was wrong, smiling with his friend who was eager to talk about how he was slowly making friends in the office, even being invited to an office get-together later in the week. This was good, it made Winnie smile knowing that his plan to let whatever bad thing he knew was planned for his charge happen to him would not be in vain. It showed him that even in his absence, Clement had a chance to find more people to be around and make him happy even if he wasn’t there to influence it. The laugh that came from his shy friend drew the cupid's attention back to the conversation he had lost, the comment on how he was smiling a lot today making naturally pink cheeks go more red with his fluster and again Winnie acted as if there was nothing wrong with that day. Just a little longer, just for a little bit longer he wanted to sit and just be happy with Clement.

The eyes that stared at the cupid were as black as fresh tar, cold and deadly, filled with a desire he couldn’t fully understand until it clocked why this person had felt so dark and draining to be around. He was a sin, a creature that he was warned about by his fellow cupids to avoid at all costs. From what he knew these people were filled with an ultimate evil particular to each type of sin, he wasn’t sure what kind this man was but he knew... He was a sin. Winnie swallowed down the lump in his throat wasting no time in confronting the scary sin, stuttering out a little demand as to what his intentions were with Clement. The smile that spread on those lips was the picture of malice, teeth clenched as he spoke of what he would have done but Clement was not here. The details were left unsaid but that was enough, Winnie didn’t need much to understand this was or could be going through the man’s mind. Actually. The sad thing is he had no idea, just knew whatever it was the feeling made him want to curl up in a ball and hide. Again the cupid swallowed, the tears fell down soft cheeks as he spoke of what he was and his consent to take his charge’s place. Mavros’ eyebrow peaked with interest and confusion, but the look he gave was as if he had won the highest jackpot in the lottery taking up the offer without hesitation.

The place he had been taken was large with vast walls of ivory that blended into black the granite floors marbled with streams of gold and cream. There were small pillars about the room of varying heights displaying different treasures of different value, each one covered in glass so clean it was almost invisible to the eye. Slaves riddled the walls dressed in white robes and gold chains from their neck to their feet, decorated to match the greek god aesthetic of the home itself; it was as if they too were collected and on display. Winnie was displayed differently than the others, still clad in white, dazzled with gold chains that exposed the expanse of his back and wings; he was not made to stand against a wall. Chains, heavier than those that decorated his pale skin, attached to shackles scratched and weighed on his limbs and neck. Winnie sat in the middle of a large golden cage, its bars curved up high like one a bird would be kept in... It was strange how it was here before the cupid ever came; it was as if he wished to display Clement as an angel or a dove making Winnie all the more happy he was in here instead. The floor of the cage was covered in soft fabrics, fluffy fake feathers and a light cast from above like a spotlight down on the cupid.

It became apparent over the years that the man who had taken him was obsessed with being fawned over and sought after, loved by those around him. Lavish parties were thrown to show off what he had gained and the newest edition was a hot topic among those that attended. More and more flocked to see the pretty little cupid stuck in his cage dressed in luxury, but the more that came and talked of the precious little Winnie they loved more and more Mavros became jealous. Instead of coming there to show Mavros love for what he had obtained and give him the attention he wanted it all went to Winnie, everyone was swallowed up by the cupid’s sweetness. The sin of envy grew more and more frustrated that the spotlight he craved was being consumed by the very thing he used to gain it. The jealousy was hard to swallow down for a creature that wished to have what others had and love was a big challenge for him to have and keep, it was always fleeting, never did it stay long enough to satisfy Mavros’ craving of acceptance. Mavros' eyes cast dark to Winnie who sat in his cage curled in a ball wishing people’s arms would stop slipping through the bars to try and touch him, so many hands it had become a nightmare for him.

The sharp blades were pulled apart and pressed to the patch of hair under the man's hand,the sound of the strands shredding from his scalp echoing in the cupid’s head. Again his hair was gripped and Winnie’s pretty locks were cut from him over and over, the precious pale waves falling to the floor around him. Piles formed at his knees and there was nothing he could do to stop it besides cry. Tears and sobs erupted from pink lips and when he tried to shove away more hands joined to help, the slaves that were forced to participate looked away with their own tears brimming their eyes. But no one stopped this humiliation, not a sound was made besides Winnie’s own pleas. The push of the scissors through each bundle painfully, the trauma of it enough to keep the poor cupid’s limbs shaking for days. Patches of his scalp ached, some spots stained with little beads of blood from how careless the blades were used a little too close to his skin. Trembling fingers slipped over the surface feeling the mangled mess that used to be so pretty, used to be something Clement ran his fingers through telling him how soft it was. It was ruined. Tarnished. The cupid felt as if he was naked in front of the world.

Bruises erupted and bloomed almost instantly but that was the least of his concern. A shadow loomed over Winnie as he lay crumpled on the floor pleading quietly for the other not to hurt him, that it wasn’t his fault. Mavros didn’t see it that way. He scoffed, screaming that it was all the cupid's fault and for him to think it wasn’t only made it more true. A boot lifted in the air, crashing down against his leg making Winnie cry out at the newfound pain. Already he wanted to curl deeper into himself and pretend this wasn’t happening but it was, and this was just the beginning. For the next few hours Mavros abused his little body with his fists, his boots. Over and over the cupid was hit until he could barely move, leaving a bruised heap on the cold marbled floor. At some point Winnie had stopped crying which was what seemed to have stopped the attack. With no sound there was no fun, at least that is what it seemed. After the sin adjusted his tie, whipping the blood off his fingers a slave was assigned to tend to the guardians wounds. Winnie flinched harshly but she hushed him, her gentle whispers and brush to his hair settled the cupid enough to be cared for but he was shaking so much; his mind made it back to him and everything hurt.

A hand reached for keys, unlocking the door that kept him from Winnie who began to stir at the sound of metal creaking loudly in the silence. Periwinkle eyes fluttered open, a tiny hand reaching up to rub the exhaustion from tired eyes until they could focus. The cupid felt the sin before he saw him, looking up as soon as danger was sensed and cried instantly not to be hurt again. But the pleas fell on deaf ears. As Mavros grew closer Winnie made a useless attempt at getting away, there really was nowhere to go but the instinct was still to run. Turning to get away the cupid’s arm was grabbing with rough hands, a loud crack echoing throughout the room at the pressure. The burning pain shot through his frail limb rushing into his shoulder and eliciting a loud yelp from quivering lips. Little fingers pushed and shoved with no effect to get the hand around his arm off as it twisted him, pinning Winnie to the floor of his cage. Mavros free hand pressed harshly into the guardian's spine, right between the shoulder blades to keep him in place. The air was shoved from his lung with every breathless cry the cupid gave until he was gasping at the weight. “Please…” Winnie cried softly but again he went unheard by the rage ridden sin.

For a long while the house was empty of parties or gatherings, the sin of envy indulged in several slaves at once in his chambers to release what stress and tension that he had stopped himself from taking out on what was left of the cupid’s wings. Several slaves that emerged from where screams rang were left limping, bruised, and bleeding. Winnie couldn’t help but whisper his apologies to each, and every one of them stopped the little cupid, shaking their head in reassurance it wasn’t his fault. But it was... Whatever was going through Mavros’ head was because of Winnie even if he had no idea what the reason really was. The day his wings were less than bloody stumps having healed a little from the mutilation, his hair was cut badly again and the bruises on his face renewed.The cupid was left a mangled mess of his former self, perfect in the eyes of the sin who again hosted one more party. Winnie sat with little interest in anything around him, periwinkle hues staring up at the stars through the skylight longingly. Again the man's guests surrounded his cage commenting about the cupid’s appearance without any care or genuine concern. The sudden sound of crashing, breaking and shattering around him woke Winnie from his sleep, periwinkle hues fluttering open in fear sitting up with an urgency. Mavros yelled loudly, the echo making him jump and curl up in response to the aggression that permeated the room beyond the bars of his cage.

The chains on his body rattled loudly, the pain of his face slamming against the hard golden prison radiated behind his eyes making a whine bubble at his throat. It took a moment for his mind to refocus, fuzzy and disoriented after the impact. The sounds around him were muffled and his eyes couldn’t focus. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel how angry the sin was or how fierce his words. ”You fucking whore... You think just being a cupid you deserve to be loved unconditionally?! No matter what is done to you, no matter what state you are in, why is it always you?! You take all the attention for yourself, every time, no matter how much I mangle your pathetic little body!!” Mavros again slammed Winnie against the bars of his prison making him yelp at the added pain. “Now tell me how!! How do you make them fall all over you so easily!? Make them love me the same way or tell me how to!! Tell me!!” Winnie whined hoarsely, his voice still raw from days before screaming in his agony as his wings were taken. The guardian was scared, he knew there was no way the sin would accept that there was no secret. There was no special thing Winnie did. Pushing past his agony his voice came out small telling the angered man that wasn’t how love worked. There was nothing he does special or more to get anyone to love him.

The bruising there was already so defined, the simple brushes causing its ache to throb up into Winnie’s cheek. The digits stopped around the eye, caging it between three they rubbed at the lids. “I want it..” Mavros whispered, detached gaze staring into the guardian's wide eyed expression feeding into the fear selfishly. The fingers that had been toying with his skin began to push against him, pressure building between the bone and hollow bowl his eye rested in. Winnie gasped, feeling the digits slowly digging into the malleable surface until it broke through it. The scream the cupid made was so loud the windows seemed to rattle, the sound choked down by the shock of pure terror stuck in his throat. The digits rubbed against the wet surface of his eye until they could bend and fold behind the orb, careful not to crush or pop its structure until the sin could pull. Winnie thrashed, the chains rattling as his legs kicked, he reached up clawing at the hand pressed deep into his socket begging for it to stop. Promising he would be good. Blood ran down the poor guardian’s puffy cheek dripping onto the floor, adding to the sickening mix of sounds that came from this. The screams, the chains, the wet squelch of fingers pulling ruthlessly slow at the cupid’s eye until it finally popped free.

The morbid act had been done. The sin had taken the eye off an innocent cupid without hesitation, obsessed with the idea it was the key to the gentle creature's ability to make others fawn over his existence no matter his moral compass. So many experiments were performed on the heart shaped eye, a witch tried to unravel its truth being sure of everything they could to make it crack. Slaves were called to Mavros’ office every so often leaving with cuts or bruises, a few never came back out. No matter what was done though the dark witch couldn’t figure out how the eye worked, how its power translated the way it did for Winnie. But it was just as he said, that wasn’t how it worked. Time had become lost to him after the incident, the days blending together and the beatings continued. The mangling and humiliation was renewed whenever anything started to regrow but it still didn’t do what was desired. Mavros still was not able to obtain the love Winnie held even with the eye in his possession. It wasn’t even just about making him undesirable anymore, the continued humiliation had turned to collection in a different manner. The witch began to collect samples of the cupid to use in their vast experiments, hair, feathers, blood. The obsession to gain the ultimate knowledge of love had advanced to desperation between the two.

A hand with maroon nails shaped into long claws reached out gripping into the guardian's robes, yanking him so close he could see her eyes. They were voids, blacker than black and shifted like the stars.”Hello sweet, sweet little bird. You are the only creature I have met where I was left stumped. I wished to collect more from you and see where I could go but my Lord has run out of patience. It’s a pity, such a waste if this pans out the wrong way.” Slowly the hand free of him lifted close to his face. There was something in it, her fingers unhinging like long crooked branches. A seed was revealed. It was a dark green and white in color, dried almost like a tea flower would be. “This, our dear pretty bird, is a hana seed… it harbors something so precious and rare. Just like yourself. It takes years and years to cultivate. Everything in its atmosphere needs to be perfect or the seed will dry up and rot. This one.. Is perfect.” She paused suddenly, rolling the seed between her fingers. ”This little seed harbors a disease-like curse called hanahaki. Though I call it a waste Lord Mavros thinks it's only fitting that all the love you receive should reflect in the pain his Lord feels when you take it from him. All of his unrequited love... The experiment will be so interesting to observe, you should be so thankful for such an opportunity.”

Over the next 30 years he was continuously tortured, beaten, humiliated and fed magic potions to accelerate the growth of the flower in his gut. The trauma he was facing ran so deep yet the little cupid still smiled, still took care of the other slaves as if he was not hurt himself.. Winnie really felt there was no hope, that he would be trapped here forever to suffer until the curse killed him… until something they did killed him. But he was sure to never lose his smile, he knew Clement would be so sad if he didn’t smile. It was a couple months later when they came, those sent by the universe to save him. Having demonstrated Storge, the love of ultimate sacrifice, selfless love, he was being praised among those that were told by a witness what Winnie had done. Hearing such a thing there was no question, finding the cupid that would do something so selfless made him a top priority. But the cupid had been so hard to find. The sin had hid him so well, the birdcage where he was locked away enchanted to keep the cupid concealed from the outside world. But it had a flaw, the more Mavros had opened the door the weaker the enchantment became until it broke and Winnie’s suffering screamed into the universe. As soon as his soul popped back up the other guardians were there to save him.

What's Lost Is Found
Winnie ends up stuck in a crowd of people after running after a customer that forgot their card. Without realizing he had even left the cafe the cupid gets turned around, hyperventilates and starts to shake. Upon seeing the frozen cupid you grow concerned about them and rush to help.
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Bakers By The Dozen
Seeing how beautiful and pretty the desserts Winnie makes are absolutely in love with them and want to know how its done. Slowly, just from seeing the cakes more and more you wish to learn how its done. Eventually you ask Winnie to teach you in exchange you help him learn to make friends.
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Strings Of Fate
What is something cupids are really good at? Love. Having studied or just heard a rumor about the cupids ability you wish to know where your string leads. But it isn't that simple or easy, Winnie explains that it just shows that it is there. Seeing you sad he says he will do his best to help and later you develop a friendship.
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Love Is Best With Touch
You have given up on love, you feel it is no longer something that is real or you are able to obtain. You have lost the ability to even remember how it felt so the cupid shows you. After feeling his ability to hep you feel all the love you have ever felt and the love you will feel in the future you, become a little obsessed with it. This can either go bad, or go good.
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A Little Stuck
Locked up for 30 years with no idea what was going on in the world Winnie is no longer in touch things. Over a social media post where Winnie asks what something in most everyone know, you start talking to him. When the cupid confesses that he really doesn't know because he just hasn't been able to explore like he wants to, you tell him to go out. Very quickly come to be told he just can't, plagued with agoraphobia. You agree to take him out and show him all the things he has missed.
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Be Yourself, Express Yourself
He loves to wear pretty things without any real notice for what gender it's made for, but he is shy. So are you. An ideal strikes and the fact you both share a love for pretty clothes your heart tells you to take him. Your goal is to help him grow confidence. Shopping, encouragement and cute clothes you help Winnie, and with surprise yourself, gain the freedom to wear whatever you like without the fear of judgement.
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Name Mavros Aamanee
Species Deadly Sin of Envy
Connection Kidnapper
Summary The man that took everything from Winnie in the pursuit for unconditional love and want leaving the cupid traumatized and deformed.

Name Clement Florentine
Species Human
Connection First Charge
Summary Clement was not only Winnies first charge but first real friend. Not a single ounce of the cupid regrets sacrificing himself to protect him.

Name Taeseuk Choi
Species Nulhound
Connection New Charge
Summary Meeting when Taeseuk came to pick up some dessert he ordered for the children of his home their hands touched, all the pain and self hate radiated from him. Instantly the universe called him and his new charge was registered.

Name Baek Hyeonju
Species Deadly Sin: Envy
Connection Master
Summary Formerly acquainted with Mavros, Hyeonju had seen Winnie in the past and wished to possess the rare creature. For years he obsessed over adding the cupid to his collection, running into Winnie again and making that urge come true.

Name Quinn Rothchilde
Species Dark Witch
Connection Hanahaki Cure
Summary After a rather troubling result at the hospital, Quinn gets word of it. Discovering a rare, painful and rather dangerous curse imbedded in the cupid he becomes determined to cure it.

Name Ambrose Rothchilde
Species Dark Witch
Connection Special Eye-Maker
Summary When getting word of the strange curse at the hospital he follows Quinn. Meeting the cupid he notices the poor thing missing parts of him and offers to help.

Name Yeon Suyeon
Species Child Of Bast
Connection Motherly Figure
Summary Suyeon is the lover of Kibum his former master and someone that had taken Winnie in like a younger brother. He had become very protective of Winnie before moving away with Kibum to the states.

Name Yeon Kibum
Species Child of Bast
Connection Former Master
Summary Kibum had become a figure of support and care for Winnie, purchasing him and giving him a home. Kibum and Suyeon were the first taste of family for Winnie until moving to the states to have children safely.

Name Niko Annwyn
Species Wrath
Connection Friend/Adoptive Brother
Summary Niko had come to Winnie to find out about his fated string, slowly becoming a friend. Niko's family eventually took the cupid in when his master Kibum left, giving him the real feeling of having a complete family until he was purchased by Hyeonju.

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Name Male or Female
Species Any Mater or Slave
Connection Friend He Needs
Summary Winnie had only ever got to experience friendship once before. Though he was scared and timid, you noticed his obsession with dressing cute and wanted to take him shopping eventually becoming his best friend.

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Name Male Or Female
Species Any Slave
Connection Together In Hell
Summary You are a slave formerly owned by Mavros alongside Winnie. Whether you met the cupid or not in your captivity when you find out that you both went a similar hell in the mans hands a bond is formed between you that is unbreakable. Survivors, friends, protectors, supporters.

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Name Male
Species Any, Master or Slave
Connection End of The Red String
Summary He never cared to look for his string because cupids were always to busy looking at others. Finally, even if he didn't believe it someone in front of him had his string of fate connected to their pinky. You show him that care and love even for a cupid is a two way street.