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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:09 pm
we lit the fire and it’s burning brightcontents // 1 rhys // 2 stygian // 3 the choosing // 4 rp log & acquaintances // 5 companions // 6 miscellaneous // 7 capricorn's journal //
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:15 pm
‘cause the world don’t need another hopeless cause NAME: Rhys Argyll NICKNAMES: -- AGE: 28 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Asexual/Aromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (married to the job aayyyy) OCCUPATION: Informer to the Royal Spymaster HOME: Palisade. He has a small flat there (large enough to accommodate Stygian and himself), but they're not home often. MUSIC: Alt-j - MS
[img here eventually oops placeholder] APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY: Rhys is a product of his upbringing... relatively polite, but with an acute awareness of social standings and etiquette. He gives respect where it is deserved, but often enough not much more than that. Each action is calculated and measured, and never without purpose. To move or speak without good reason is energy wasted that might have been better spent elsewhere. It’s this mindset that has brought him as far as he’s come, but it’s also damaged what little personal life he might have had otherwise. His mother has long since stopped suggesting he seek a wife to build his own family, although she’d prefer her son to be less invested in his work and more in providing grandchildren. His stops to his parent’s estate are brief, and often he breezes in and out before either of them have realized he came by.
LIKES: Old texts, storytelling, a well-made cup of tea. DISLIKES: Liars, deserters, having a question he cannot find an answer for.
HISTORY: Born to upper-level gentry outside the capital city, Rhys’ family lives outside Palisade on their family's estate, although he does not visit often. He and his family are completely loyal to the Crown. Rhys himself earned his place in the royal guard after years of dedicated work, although he nearly lost the position when he felt the pull of his choosing and left for Oldcastle without word or letter. The guard-captain had been ready to send him right back out the door upon his return, but a bewildered Rhys had only needed to hold out the inky totem for the rest of the company to see. If there had been any doubts, they vanished when the dainty fawn had appeared two weeks later.
The experience of becoming Chosen was nothing like Rhys had imagined it; Stygian was a silent, brooding fawn and an even more perceptive and calculating buck. It became apparent early on that he would not be able to function in the guard as normal with a deer in tow. How could he? The fawn was into everything, pulling papers and reports out of drawers and barging into private meetings while Rhys frantically tried to haul him away. The guard-captain had been ready to let him go when the Spymaster decided he could still be of use to the Crown. How convenient that someone loyal to the Queen had been Chosen... someone with ambition and willingness to serve.
Given the freedom to roam, Rhys currently works as a collector of secrets and information under the royal spymaster. He frequently is found in Oldcastle speaking to newly-Chosen of their experience in the Wardwood, occasionally venturing as far north as Sunderland’s border if there’s a promising enough lead. When the locals speak of shadows in the forest and the whispers of a wolf’s howl in the winter winds, Rhys listens. After the events at Heathwold he traveled to the town seeking answers only to find more questions instead. His search for more information never ends. The stories and sightings are sent back to Palisade for the spymaster (and in turn, the Crown) to interpret as they will. He often travels light when he can, but is not stupid enough to go into the wilderness unprepared and unarmed.
FAMILY: Upper-class gentry that reside primarily outside of Palisade. Rhys generally gets along with his father, who admires his son's ambition and climb to his current position, but his mother is less interested in politics and more in Rhys performing his role as the eventual heir of the family. Their relationship is strained, although they do love each other dearly. He has a younger brother who works in Sunderland's naval fleet and is out at sea or in foreign harbors more often than he is in his home port. As a whole his family is incredibly loyal to the Crown and pride themselves on this fact.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:22 pm
so go if you can’t burn inside NAME: Stygian MEANING: Dark, gloomy; pertaining to the river Styx or Hades. NICKNAMES: -- GENDER: Male OBTAINED: July 7th HEIGHT: 6'3" at the shoulder. WEIGHT: ~1300lbs MUSIC: Alt-j - Bloodflood VOICE: World of Warcraft's Algalon the Observer
APPEARANCE: Soot black coat with a spattering of just-lighter markings. His eyes have a soft, almost eerie glow. He boasts an impressive set of antlers which should be eyed with caution if provoked to violence. Slender in build, although well-muscled and incredibly fast when moved to action. Some have said if he looks them in the eye for too long, it feels like he can see their deepest secrets.
PERSONALITY: Stygian is another matter entirely, as it were. The stag is a bit of a mystery to even the handful of people Rhys considers his close friends, although the pair understand each other on a deep level. He is task-oriented, calculating, and far more observant than most non-Chosen give him credit for. While Rhys generally accepts what information people willingly give, Stygian knows they need more even if his human counterpart won't admit it. If he feels someone has not shared their full story he pushes until they yield. While his Chosen prefers to cover more ground and collect a wider story, the stag wants every detail to be had. It’s caused problems on occasion; he sets people on edge, but it gets results.
With his own voice to rely on instead of his Chosen’s, he tends to ask questions too direct and blunt to be considered polite. Rhys has likened it to an interrogator twisting the blade without the physical pain. Despite his direct approach, Stygian is incredibly level-headed and speaks primarily in a drawling monotone. To hear him raise his voice is rare, and to see him lose his temper even more uncommon.
PARENTS: -- SIBLINGS: -- MATE: -- OFFSPRING: --
| totem | fawn | yearling | buck | stag |
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:22 pm
'cause if you just stop breathing, i'll stop, i'll stop my heart i'll stop breathing too
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:23 pm
so give me all you’ve got, i can take it THE WAKING WORLD: // ...
THE DREAMING: // ...
ACQUAINTANCES: // ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:24 pm
we walked alone in your city lights // ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:25 pm
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