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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:09 pm
ϟ Name: Theron Aetius.
ϟ Gender: Male.
ϟ Age: 20 years old.
ϟ Occupation: Hunter/gatherer.
ϟ Sexuality: Very firmly homosexual, though he doesn't talk about it. His solitary upbringing and already unusual lifestyle mean that he doesn't really understand the stigma about it, but he's smart enough to know when he should keep his mouth shut on it.
ϟ Appearance: Theron is short and slender, more 'young' than 'man', and looks ill-suited for a life spent hunting in the Wardwood. He has short, messy black hair and pale blue eyes, and there is something fey and wild about his facial features. As a hunter, he typically dresses in practical clothing, decorated with birds' feathers and intricate leather carvings. He carries his supplies in a pack -- everything needed for a week-long trip into the Wardwood -- and he's skilled with sword, knife, and bow.
ϟ Likes: Collecting feathers, quiet companionship, sweets (a guilty indulgence of his), thunderstorms.
ϟ Dislikes: Sudden movements, loud noises, having his concentration broken, crowds.
ϟ Positive: Practical, thoughtful, resourceful.
ϟ Neutral: Quiet.
ϟ Negative: Wary, blunt, indifferent.
ϟ Personality: Theron is not a people person. He prefers the company of flora and fauna, and spends more time hunting in the Wardwood than in his small home on the outskirts of Oldcastle. When around around large groups of people, he is usually very quiet, speaking little, and only when spoken to. However, he is far from shy -- he tends to be quite blunt, and though he doesn't try to be rude, he knows very little about proper etiquette, and cares even less. Despite his quiet demeanor, he can be surprisingly easy to provoke; simple teasing can irritate him very quickly, and outright flirting is likely to make him flustered and angry at the same time.
Around a single person who he can view as close to his station (more likely for an Oldcastle worker or fellow hunter than for a Palisade noble, for example), he tends to be a little more at ease. Although he is always quiet, he will hold proper conversations, and despite being half wild himself, he is surprisingly intelligent and resourceful. He is knowledgeable about the curative and poisonous properties of plants, not letters and numbers -- wise in the ways of the creatures that populate the Wardwood, not those of Palisade's high society -- nimble with snares and skinning knives, not quill and ink.
His is a ruthlessly simple life, close to nature, and he has an equally simple moral code to go with it. The strong survive and the weak die; to him, this is the natural order of things, and there is nothing cruel about it, even when it happens to people. He is not likely to help someone who cannot help themselves unless he has something to gain from it, and he sees nothing wrong with that. If he is attacked by criminals, he also sees nothing wrong with the fact that they might be trying to rob or kill him -- except, should he come out on top, their folly in attacking an adversary stronger than them. To him, the only real crime is unnecessary cruelty.
In the Wardwood (or at least its outskirts), he is in his element. Quiet, confident, and sure, he can navigate the twisted tree roots and confusing paths as if he were walking the streets of Palisade. He is a very good hunter, and he knows and loves the forest in his own way. Despite being a hunter, he respects animals, and in fact tends to like them better than people.
ϟ History: His mother died in childbirth, leaving his father to raise him alone on the outskirts of Oldcastle. He went along on hunting trips into the Wardwood as soon as he could keep up, and learned the Old Ways, not as old superstition or gospel, merely as ordinary rituals to be honored. His father's health slowly waned, and he died quietly of illness one winter. Theron was unperturbed by his death -- he viewed it as natural, and they had both seen it coming for months -- and quietly inherited his father's house and work.
He doesn't mingle much with the other residents of Oldcastle. He tends to vanish into the Wardwood on long hunting trips, only venturing into the city when he has something to sell. On these trips, he brings feathers, hides, meat, medicinal plants, and flowers; he names his prices quickly and quietly, and rarely haggles for long. He uses the money he makes to buy small necessities and food -- especially sweets, which he has a peculiar fondness for -- and baubles to leave as offerings for the spirits.
While he was on one of his hunting trips, a powerful longing seized him, and he followed the pull deeper into the Wardwood than he usually dared go, past the point when wariness of the wood would normally have him turn back. When he emerged, a few days late, he had a small, white-and-blue totem strung on a cord around his neck. Stormstruck's emergence from her totem startled him, but not much; after the initial surprise, he accepted her presence fairly easily. He had grown up with the Old Ways, and tales of the war between the Wardens and the Wolves, and he had believed them. The only thing that really surprised him was that he would be Chosen, especially by such a fickle, fiercely moody Guardian.
These days, when he goes into the Wardwood, he and Stormstruck keep their eyes open for anyone who stumbles out of the depths of the forest with a familiarly shaped totem in hand. If they need a guide and some help to get back to civilization, he will gladly provide it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:15 pm
 Stormstruck
Stormstruck is a small doe, with long legs, angular features, and sharply intelligent eyes, but despite her dainty-looking frame, she is quite vicious, and can deliver painful bites and kicks. She's fended off animal predators and human robbers before, and she doesn't hesitate to lash out if annoyed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:17 pm
Companions
Skyfall
Skyfall, his fairy wren, earned her name when she fell right out of a tree onto his head. Theron knew the stories surrounding fairy wrens, and instead of killing her for her feathers, he took her with him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 9:32 pm
Credits
Wardwood © Umbrology
Stormstruck's design © phoenix kiss
Theron & Stormstruck's characters © me
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