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 Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:03 pm
Welcome to the profile of Desmond Gray and Liadain, the Gray Lady Please do not post here. If you have questions, want to plot, or rp, please PM me! • || Table of Contents || •
The Chosen
The Roleplays
The Guardian
The Choosing
The Timeline
The Companions
The Extras
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:09 pm
• || The Chosen || •
|| ”Quotey Quote” ||  • Details • Name: Desmond Gray Meaning: None Gender: Male Age: 27 Height: 5’10” Weight: 170lbs Guardian: Liadain, the Gray Lady Country of Origin: Sunderland Occupation: Retired Soldier turned Blacksmith/Farrier Skills: Metalcraft, Farrier, Woodcraft Likes: Dislikes: Roleplay Color: Dark Gray • Personality • Despite his occupation, Desmond lacks the typical blacksmith’s body. He has a wiry strength to him, looking lean and built instead of big and bulky. It suits his demeanor well; Desmond tends to stick to himself. He doesn’t like fighting, nor drinking, nor social gatherings, nor—the list goes on and on. Needless to say, if he’s at home or in his shop, he’s happy. If he’s anywhere else, he feels miserable and out of place. He tends to be very neat and orderly, keeping his very bare home behind his blacksmithing shop in perfect order.
Desmond tends to find the fair sex confusing and intimidating, and has never once found a girl appropriate to his sensibilities. To him, woman should be pretty and proper, and blushingly timid, but even when he sees such girls, his own lack of self-confidence gets in the way of ever interacting with them. His lost eye tends to depress him because he feels that he is no longer attractive enough for society. If the military didn’t have use for him anymore, who could? • History • Born to a poor family, Desmond was raised to believe that he had to work as hard as he could for everything he ever wanted. He was a boisterous, outgoing boy, getting in all manner of trouble at a young age. Then his mother grew ill and everything changed. His father had to stay home to take care of his dear wife, and so Desmond was charged with earning the money for the family. This continued for years, as his mother never got better. His father became more and more bitter as time went on. Desmond was forced to take odds and ends jobs, and their home quickly fell into disarray. Good food was hard to come by, and most of the meager wages he earned were spent on his mother.
When he turned 16, she died. Heartbroken and a shell of what he used to be, his father fell to drinking his sorrows away. He returned to his job, but forced Desmond to either join the military, or leave. Desmond is unsure to this day why, although a part of him suspects it was so that his father could die without shaming himself in front of his son.
Desmond joined the Queen's Military at age 17 and served loyally for many years. He never rose in rank out of personal choice, though he was due for promotion countless times.
Then the wolves came. Part of the battalion sent forth to fight them, he watched as his entire company was slaughtered, and he himself lost an eye to one of the savage beasts. The pain and loss of blood sent him into a blackout before he could see what happened to the rest of his fellows.
When he awoke, it was to find himself in the care of a doctor in Palisade, with a strange man watching over him with yellow eyes and black hair. • Plots • Currently, he is the scapegoat for everything in Soibhan’s life. She uses him, for lack of a better word, and he...kind of lets her. As time has gone on, he’s fallen in love with the gaelic woman, even as she pines for another. • Important People •
Soibhan: The wild, insane woman that has completely turned my life upside down.
Rajani: I don’t know much about her, except that she doesn’t like me very much. Or...at all, really.
Rosalie: A female blacksmith? I do not approve. Though...she has some pretty wares...
Edgar: An insufferable man. Too judgmental for his own good. • ||____________________________________________|| •
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:20 pm
• || The Guardian || •
|| "Quotey Quote" ||  • Details •Name: Liadain Meaning: Gray Lady Gender: Female Stage: Adult Chosen Desmond Gray Roleplay Color: Dark Slate Gray • Personality • Liadain doesn't take s**t from anyone. She is extroverted, loud, and opinionated to a fault. Having little patience for Desmond's introvertedness, she does her best to break him of what she deems bad habits, forcing him out into the world. Her Chosen may be blind in one eye, and losing sight in his other, but she will not allow him to wallow in his own self-pity, nor follow the same path his father fell into.
She's combative, and views many with disdain or arrogance. Because of this, she doesn't make many friends right off the bat, and usually offends others with her attitude.
The wolves are her enemies, and the doe believes that is entirely why she has manifested. Because of this, her intense drive to fight the wolves makes her high strung for combat, and an inexhaustible sparring partner. Dreaming Roleplay Listing:
+ RP Name | Name x Name | Who With | Status(In-Progress, Finished, Abandoned, Plotted)
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:49 pm
• || The Choosing || •
|| ”Quotey Quote” || His horse snorted loudly, clearly fed up with this entire affair. The beast had carried him headlong from Palisade to the Wardwood unfailingly, but now, it seemed to want nothing more than a stall and some oats. He couldn't blame the beast, in all honesty. It had been a crazy, mad dash to the giant, ancient tree in the middle of the Wardwood. One that had left him more confused than it had answered questions.
The totem now nestled in the pocket of his jacket seemed to pulse against his chest and he absently put a hand to it, deep in thought.
He'd awoken the morning before with a headache so fierce, it was a wonder he could even get out of bed. But he had, and he'd noticed something...peculiar. The pain seemed to lesson every time he faced Northeast. His perplexity had known no bounds as he'd saddled a horse and had it take him to the edge of Palisade, wondering what might be causing his pain.
Then he saw it. The Wardwood. It was the only thing that lay in that direction, and from his vantage point, it was nothing but a dark smudge on the horizon.
He'd kicked his horse into a gallop and rode for it.
And now here he was. With a totem shaped like a deer in his coat pocket, the thing no bigger than his palm. It glowed with blue whirls and as soon as he'd touched it, his headache had vanished.
Though his poor sight remained the same. He gave the horse its head, trusting it to guide them home. The beast was his own, raised from a colt. It knew where his smithy lay sometimes better than he did. • ||____________________________________________|| •
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:50 pm
• || Timeline || • || "Quotey Quote” || • Events of 1797 •
Mar. | Finds himself not only Chosen, but also invited to the Queen's Masquerade as well as on the wrong side of a gaelic warrior woman.
Apr. | SOME
May. | DAY
Jun. | I WILL
Jul. | FIX
Aug. | THIS
Sep. | DAMN
Oct. | TIMELINE
Nov. | PROPERLY
Dec. | BUT NOT TODAY emotion_awesome
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 3:57 pm
• || Companions || • Vexation - Fox [x]A...gift....from Soibhan that does nothing but add stress to my already stressful life. Though, she is kind of cute...• ||____________________________________________|| •
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 4:32 pm
• || Extras || • Liadain Art By Soldier Of Song: [x]• ||____________________________________________|| •
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