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Update 2/11/2020 - made some small changes. Enjoy the new ref! Art style changes have been drastic since July of 2019, huh?

NOTABLE DIFFERENCES:
— Aristotle isn't actually Ornithrean. He is a soul reanimating a dead corpse.
— Aristotle doesn't have toes. He uses a shoe filler to wear his boots.
— Any cuts/wounds that Aristotle is inflicted with must be stitched. Small grazes or bruises heal, but anything that damages the skin to a larger extent is permanent. This is often why he covers up to his fullest extent to prevent such things from happening.
— His gloves are custom-tailored due to his unnaturally long fingers.
— The tear streaks on his face are permanent.
— Aristotle doesn't have a mouth. How does he speak, you ask? Through his eyes, of course!

Aristotle is neither living nor alive. He's stuck in limbo... without a beating heart but can feel pain. This means he is immortal and can live without his limbs. I suppose he can never successfully "die" by anyone's hands unless you were to tear him apart stitch by stitch until he gives up his will to think.

He was created by an elderly Ornithrean scientist who had learned Centrean physics from his mentor before him.

He is made of dead Ornithrean body parts, each stitch keeping him together. A morbid way of creating a person... but what's done is done. For a quarter of his life, he was hidden away in secret by his creator, learning simple tasks like walking, reading, writing, and speech.

Unlike Aristotle, his creator could not live forever and soon died. Aris took this as a chance to move on and live in Eden, but the people weren't as ecstatic as he was. They hid their children in disgust, angrily cursing him every time he crossed paths with him. To them, he was a walking calamity.

The mental abuse from his townsfolk changed his behavior drastically. He was once naive and kindhearted, but it soon turned into what shaped his personality today. He never trusts anyone and is skeptical of everything.
He hates his creator for his existence. He hates everything about himself, from the way he looks to the way he thinks. He is a walking abomination, and he will never think of himself as anything important.

When he was created, he originally had two arms. Soon after moving out into Eden, his arm began dying. Necrosis, something he had never experienced before. To hide his misfortune, he had no choice but to sever his own arm. It was for the better, as he was afraid it would spread to the rest of his body.

He lost a part of his soul that day...
The pain he endured was unlike anything he had ever felt.

~

The black, tear-like streaks on his "face" resemble every time he had lost part of his soul. This degrades his so-called "lifeforce" which, once gone, he will be nothing but an empty, lifeless corpse.

Although absolutely shaming his existence, he refuses to just wait for something to end his suffering. He tries his best to learn about anything and everything, from reading books to practicing modern medicine. As of now, he is a physician and has taken up mentoring. He lives in the 4th City of Ire, Cattealar, where he cannot be judged based on his looks. The people there are more afraid of what lingers in the dark than him. It helps lift a weight from his shoulders.

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Aristotle © Oriskii
Art © Oriskii

Description
Update 2/11/2020 - made some small changes. Enjoy the new ref! Art style changes have been drastic since July of 2019, huh?

NOTABLE DIFFERENCES:
— Aristotle isn't actually Ornithrean. He is a soul reanimating a dead corpse.
— Aristotle doesn't have toes. He uses a shoe filler to wear his boots.
— Any cuts/wounds that Aristotle is inflicted with must be stitched. Small grazes or bruises heal, but anything that damages the skin to a larger extent is permanent. This is often why he covers up to his fullest extent to prevent such things from happening.
— His gloves are custom-tailored due to his unnaturally long fingers.
— The tear streaks on his face are permanent.
— Aristotle doesn't have a mouth. How does he speak, you ask? Through his eyes, of course!

Aristotle is neither living nor alive. He's stuck in limbo... without a beating heart but can feel pain. This means he is immortal and can live without his limbs. I suppose he can never successfully "die" by anyone's hands unless you were to tear him apart stitch by stitch until he gives up his will to think.

He was created by an elderly Ornithrean scientist who had learned Centrean physics from his mentor before him.

He is made of dead Ornithrean body parts, each stitch keeping him together. A morbid way of creating a person... but what's done is done. For a quarter of his life, he was hidden away in secret by his creator, learning simple tasks like walking, reading, writing, and speech.

Unlike Aristotle, his creator could not live forever and soon died. Aris took this as a chance to move on and live in Eden, but the people weren't as ecstatic as he was. They hid their children in disgust, angrily cursing him every time he crossed paths with him. To them, he was a walking calamity.

The mental abuse from his townsfolk changed his behavior drastically. He was once naive and kindhearted, but it soon turned into what shaped his personality today. He never trusts anyone and is skeptical of everything.
He hates his creator for his existence. He hates everything about himself, from the way he looks to the way he thinks. He is a walking abomination, and he will never think of himself as anything important.

When he was created, he originally had two arms. Soon after moving out into Eden, his arm began dying. Necrosis, something he had never experienced before. To hide his misfortune, he had no choice but to sever his own arm. It was for the better, as he was afraid it would spread to the rest of his body.

He lost a part of his soul that day...
The pain he endured was unlike anything he had ever felt.

~

The black, tear-like streaks on his "face" resemble every time he had lost part of his soul. This degrades his so-called "lifeforce" which, once gone, he will be nothing but an empty, lifeless corpse.

Although absolutely shaming his existence, he refuses to just wait for something to end his suffering. He tries his best to learn about anything and everything, from reading books to practicing modern medicine. As of now, he is a physician and has taken up mentoring. He lives in the 4th City of Ire, Cattealar, where he cannot be judged based on his looks. The people there are more afraid of what lingers in the dark than him. It helps lift a weight from his shoulders.

--
Aristotle © Oriskii
Art © Oriskii