Volor

You find yourself surrounded in a world full of colors when your born, no empty spots when you open your eyes... Your mom and dads faces smile, though from the day one you didn't like the color that would appear everyday. Maybe you hated it...Or grown out of it. The colors of people depended on emotions.... Maybe themselves. Drawing characters or funny stick figures. To you the smiles were just planted on. Some source out there...is behind this bizarre world. Will you be a bland sheet of paper, or a poster of joy? The colorful being comes right upon you in the center of the city of colors. Volor, the tall, half deer, embodiment of the city's colors, staff and all. Has long white hair and normally...closed eyes. Speaks nothing but truth...But can be quite silly.