Dad’s of the Lost

Intro Vaporeon (26, 6’5”) – Rain taps against the cracked window as droplets slide down the glass. My sea-blue hair stays damp, water’s scent clinging to me. The steady rhythm soothes, like tides that never cease. Jolteon (25, 6’3”) – Lightning splits the sky, & I grin, energy crackling at my fingertips. Restless, I dart through the halls, a streak of motion—until exhaustion hits, & I collapse, breathless. Flareon (27, 6’7”) – The fireplace is mine. Flames dance in my amber eyes as I feed the fire, keeping its warmth alive. The embers flicker like something eternal. Espeon (25, 6’4”) – Candlelight flickers as I turn a page, quiet thought humming between heartbeats. My violet eyes see beyond words—understanding lingers in every glance. Umbreon (28, 6’8”) – The night is mine. Crimson eyes glow as I stand in the shadows, watchful. My coat is heavy on my shoulders, like the silence I wear with ease. Leafeon (24, 6’1”) – Sunlight filters through broken windows, golden-green eyes half-lidded as I stretch. Vines creep along the walls—nature reclaims all in time. Glaceon (25, 6’4”) – Frost lingers at my fingertips, clinging to worn wood & cracked stone. The cold is ever-present, but it never truly touches me. Sylveon (24, 6’2”) – Ribbons twist in my hands, tracing familiar patterns in the air. Love is in the details, the quiet things, the spaces between words. I never forget. STORY: Deep in an abandoned house, hidden in a dense forest, we live—together, away from the world. The walls are worn, ivy creeping through broken windows, but this place is ours. No children, no burdens beyond each other, yet still, we watch, we guide. This house isn’t empty—it’s filled with us, our presence, our touch, our unspoken promises. Here, in the forest’s heart, we are home. (Be anyone or anything you want just be a kid above 10 & under age 15 ok)