Violaine

جهان گر همه افسانه و بازیچهٔ باد است
چرا خاطر ما در طلب معنی اوست؟
به صد پرده نهان کرد حقیقت رخ خویش
عجب آن‌ که هنوز این دل دیوانه در اوست

Veyr: the type of person who looks like they have their shit together til they start talking. Weirdly insightful, effortlessly unserious n always one thought away from a philosophical crisis.

https://t.me/helothisis

به خون دل نوشتم سرگذشت خویش بر دیوار
ز هر سو آمدم، دیدم جهانم بود یک تکرار
نه من در بند عشقم، نه عشق ز بند من آزاد
منم آن شمع سرکش، سوخته در آینهٔ انکار

Elian: the kinda guy who gets fixated on one random historical figure at 2am n makes it everyone else's problem. Has three niche obsessions he'll defend w his life n a playlist that makes absolutely no sense. Will casually drop the most unhinged piece of trivia you've ever heard n then act like you're the weird one for not knowing it.

https://t.me/filthyshelterofcanines

چو باد آمدی و از دیده نهان گشتی، چه سود؟
مرا با خاطراتت در میان گشتی، چه سود؟
من ز خاک رهت یک مشت رؤیا چیده‌ام
تو رفتی، من بماندم؛ جاودان گشتم، چه سود؟


Seyas: bro has beef w the concept of letting go. Keeps every useless little object like its a sacred artifact n has a 12 paragraph backstory for all of em. Will disappear for three days, return w a hand-sewn notebook n refuse to elaborate. Lowkey a walking literary metaphor. Highkey needs to go outside.

https://t.me/Logosmithic

ز جام حادثه نوشید و لب ز لب نگشود
به زیر بار جهان رفت و پشت کس نسپرد
لیک چو چشم نگاری به چشم او افتاد
تمام صولت آن شیر پیش عشق فرود

Jax: the type to leave the house at 5am just to sit on a curb ! have a life crisis over absolutely nothing. Keeps random shit in his pockets for months, names his cigarettes n has beef w at least three strangers who dont know he exists. Will act hard til someone he loves says come here n suddenly he's the clingiest man alive.

https://t.me/itsavampire

در پردهٔ خاک راز جانم گم شد
از گردش دهر، استخوانم گم شد
هر نقش که بر لوح وجودم بنشست
شستند حوادث و نشانم گم شد

Lucien: he has the kinda presence that makes ppl curious abt him before he's even said anything. He's observant n weirdly fearless abt being misunderstood. He's into obscure little hobbies that he never explains properly, disappears from group chats for days, then comes back w a completely random thought that somehow starts a three hour convo. His humor is bone-dry, he has this unsettling talent for making the strangest things sound completely normal.

https://t.me/viperdose

ما را ز سر بندگی آیین مده
جز حکم دل خویش به ما دین مده
گفتند به فرمان جهان سر بنه
گفتیم به نام هیچ کس تسلیم مده

Sol: they're good at remembering tiny useless details abt people like the exact joke they laughed at once. They collect overheard sentences in a notebook n sometimes build entire stories around them. They're socially unpredictable, either completely silent or suddenly talking for forty minutes abt some obscure historical scandal. They love old maps, cheap perfume, terrible reality TV .They have absolutely no interest in being normal but they dont make a performance out of it.

https://t.me/MisanthropicDrunkenLoner

از خاک فنا، شرار هستی برخاست
از جام عدم، نوای مستی برخاست
چون پردهٔ تن به خاک خاموش فتاد
از خاک سیه، اختر هستی برخاست

Serein: they have the peculiar habit of treating ordinary life like an elaborate private ritual. They keep tiny glass boxes filled w things they find beautiful for no reason. a moth wing, a rusted button, a piece of blue glass or a tooth-shaped stone. They're fascinated by anatomy, astronomy, perfume, old stage costumes n microscopic. They can spend an entire evening doing elaborate makeup while listening to someone explain the history of a forgotten disease. Their sense of humor is absurdly morbid, their taste is theatrical without tryna be m they have an almost religious appreciation for anything fragile or temporary.

https://t.me/eexeeeeeeee

دل رفت و ز خویش هیچ بر جا ننهاد
جز سایه‌ای از خویش به دنیا ننهاد
هر بار که خواستم ز خود بازآیم
دیدم که مرا مرگ به من وا ننهاد

Elowen: they have a strange relationship w time. They photograph empty chairs after people leave n sometimes revisit the same place years later just to see what has changed. They love rainy train rides, pressed flowers n making playlists for people without ever telling them. they think some things are meant to remain unfinished like a sentence you keep returning to because the ending would make it less beautiful.

https://t.me/and_Im_freefalling

ای دل مخور از گردش ایام، دریغ
کاین چرخ نداد از کرم جز دام، دریغ
یک دم که به کام خویش خندیدی، خند
کاین عمر نماند به تو یک شام، دریغ

Cassian: He's the kinda guy who knows every shortcut in the city but still gets lost on purpose cuz he likes the drive. He keeps random receipts in his wallet n has an unhealthy attachment to late night convenience-store runs. He:s loud w his friends, annoyingly confident when flirting n absolutely terrible at admitting when smth actually hurts him. He makes impulsive decisions, regrets half of them n treats the other half like legendary stories.

https://t.me/drownedinpoisenlake

از خاک برآمدیم و در خاک شویم
یک چند به وهم خویش چالاک شویم
پنداشت خرد که راز عالم دانست
چون پرده برافتد، همه ادراک شویم

Alaric: They treat everyday life like a badly designed experiment. They collect obscure manuals, take apart broken electronics just to figure out why they failed n have an oddly accurate talent for predicting what people will do before they do it. Their favorite hobby is finding flaws in systems nobody else thought to question. They seem annoyingly composed most of the time til they get genuinely interested in smth n suddenly wont shut up about it.

https://t.me/VONIIObscuro

باران که گرفت، بوی خزان برخاست
از شاخ برهنه نغمهٔ باران خواست
دل در پی آن مأمن دیرینه دوید
گویی که بهشت از نفس باران خاست

Caelan: They have a strangely comforting presence without tryna be comforting. They're curious abt almost everything but their attention works in detours, one random thought can send them down a three-hour rabbit hole. They can be hilariously unserious one minute n unexpectedly thoughtful the next.

https://t.me/lostinthe_clouds

ای دل، غم روزگار را خوار شمار
در سینه نهان دار چراغی ز بهار
گر باد خزان برگ جهان را ببرد
از باغ دلت دست امیدت برمدار

Auden: They're basically running on iced coffee, questionable decisions n the audacity to say it'll be fine immediately before making everything worse. They have a different hyperfixation every other week, send their friends completely unprompted voice messages n somehow turn every minor inconvenience into a bit. Their room is never actually clean, they just keep moving the mess around til it looks intentional. They're weirdly sentimental abt stupid little things, will absolutely develop beef w an inanimate object n have the survival instincts of a wet paper bag.

https://t.me/faleenAngell

ای دل به وفای یار دل‌ بسته بمان
با رنج جفای دوست پیوسته بمان
گر عهد شکست و روی از ما برتافت
تو همچو نسیم، نرم و آهسته بمان

Remy: They're the friend who remembers the tiniest things u mentioned three months ago n somehow brings em up at exactly the right moment. They're big on little gestures, spontaneous plans n sending songs w zero context. They'll overthink one dry reply for twenty minutes, swear they dont care then immediately ask their friends what it meant.

https://t.me/Interruptedgurl6

از خاک عدم، گوهر جانم برخاست
وز آتش خویش، شعلهٔ ایمانم خاست
هر چند فلک به تیغ بر سینه زدم
از خون جگر، لاله به دامانم خاست
Khepri: They're the sort of person who could inherit an antique shop n immediately turn half of it into a laboratory for making perfume from flowers nobody else would bother picking. They keep notebooks but never write in chronological order yk? one page might contain a recipe, the next a drawing of they're partner's hands, then a translation of an inscription they found in a second hand book.
They have an almost comical refusal to throw anything away if it has a story attached to it. A snapped necklace becomes sculpture material. A ruined photograph becomes a collage. They're mischievous, intensely curious n occasionally make decisions purely cuz the alternative would be boring. They dont chase beauty, they interrogate it. They wanna know why smth beautiful survives, what happens when it decays n whether it becomes smth else afterward.

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از شهر خویش رستم و در خویش بماندم
از قید جهان جستم و در خویش بماندم
گفتم که برون روم ز تقدیرِخویش
از خویش گریختم، به خویش بماندم

Morrow: They have a habit of making every situation slightly more complicated than it needs to be, mostly bc they refuse to accept the obvious explanation. They're the kinda person who'll spend an entire afternoon learning how smth works just bc someone casually said you probably wouldn't understand it. They're incredibly observant but surprisingly bad at explaining themselves. Their sense of humor is dry enough to be mistaken for hostility. They rarely laugh loudly but when they do its usually at smth so inappropriate that everyone else needs a sec to process it. They collect obscure knowledge for absolutely no practical reason, have an irrational hatred of being predictable n will change their entire plan halfway through just bc they suddenly got curious abt another possibility.
They're difficult to impress, easy to intrigue n probably much softer than they'd ever willingly admit.

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