He is one of the most beautiful amalgomations of colours i have ever seen. The spreading colours within mimic the scar pattern on his brain leaving him beautifuly marked. For he is a beautiful brown but to simply classify it as brown is rude, and incorrect, for it is the mixture of the yellow that represtents all thats happy in the world, like a child on a swing without a care in the world, and the purple of a fortress. A royal purple which deep in your heart you know you can depend on and trust, one which the deel lilacs that gently sing you to sleep use to gain your trust so they may help you fall into sleeps arms.
His scars branch out from there, in many colours. The first being the protective green mother nature cries when a tree is being cut down. That brightens and becomes the lively green of the creator, a bright green so yellow with joy. A green seen only in sprouts, something with the potentional to grow, as so to does the creator the colour belongs to. The greens fade out to a magenta, a colour that can only be described as passion and love, a colour that grows every day i am with you, like a well taken care of flower. And i will take the best care of this colour my beautiful, colourful butterfly for this colour is us.