 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:35 am
Sidenote: I am working on this for a RL Custom Commission Package thus why I stated specific growth stages.
Race: Human (Mononoke)
Position: Aspires to join the Cerberus Knights... or that's what he was told he should do. Or want to do. He wasn't paying a ton of attention.
Stage: Witchling -> Witch - > Cerberus Knight -> Sage
Gender: Male
Visual References:
Please feel free to have some fun with the outfit and such. As a side note he does have a love for bells, so those are... kinda common. He adores the sound bells make specifically. Actually if it could be that his outfit is more simple early on and a bit more complex as he gets to a higher point of expertise and experience it would be a good match?
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Biography:
Background Information
If there is any single thing Molan can say he nodded his head numbly to one too many times as a child, it was merely hearing that he had to work harder. Perhaps it was the simple fact that, no matter how well he complied to his demanding mothers orders, he would never truly succeed, that led him to be so nonchalant about everything.
Even if she only meant the best.
His family wasn't poor, rather a moderate living. His father, Ronan Tadhg, worked as a smith in Clarus Arbor, making a living for the family. Ronan worked more than he rested, seeming more married to his job than anything else. Often it was joked about between friends on how he even found time to have children, though Aoife rarely appreciated such jokes. As for his mother, Aoife Tadhg, caring for the household in his absence each day. She was a kind woman, full of energy, and saw nothing but promise in the world and her children. As for the last member, there was Deaglan, Molan's younger brother. Deaglan was a something of a bookwork as he grew up, preferring heavy studies to the outdoors. He took a specific interest in herbs, flowers, and all types of plant life. What with the variety available in their hometown.
Aoife, of course, always felt that that there were bigger things meant for her children. Like many parents, she saw only brilliance, talent, and opportunity in her children. She wished for both to exceed in their fields and shoot for the sky. Unfortunately, neither child shared her enthusiasm, and lost more of it as time went on. This was particularly bad in Molan. He grew to merely see compliance a necessity rather than a choice, merely going with the flow to get to a resolution. One that would quiet his mother's suggestions for a time.
This isn't to say that the boy felt any real resentment to her, but rather that he soon began not to care. As it was all the same stream of information being thrown repeatedly. Only the end result that caused this to come to a close mattered, not the real reasoning behind it. As soon as he could return to the slow, quiet life he was most adapted to the better.
For living in the Arbor truly was to his taste, the calm environment that allowed one to take in each breath, each moment for what it was was truly the most refreshing of things. He didn't so much despise being 'busy' as he preferred to watch others be busy and observe. Certainly when it came time to fulfill a needed action he would, but sitting on a bench all day and staring into a square as the time rolled by was also as meaningful as anything. Even to a young child who should have roamed, jumped, cried out in joy.
He was quiet, watchful, and perhaps a bit lazy. He had been caught napping on those afternoons more than a few times. Usually to be sent back to the books as 'he could certainly do better with his time.' Truly, he preferred to understand the world from an outside experience than to read, or interact with it. It was a unique specimen, a delicate rare creature to be treasured from afar.
And one, that as a child he was thrown to more oft than not.
Still, all of the constant lessons from his mother, words of encouragement, and those of scolding, he did grow to be an obedient child. If nothing else, by the age of ten or so he had a great grasp of how the world worked.
There were those who followed orders, and those who made them. In each situation one must take a roll, and more oft than not, his roll was the one to follow such orders. He had narrowed the world to such a simple thing, finding questioning it too troublesome. He rarely got an answer that seemed justified to him anyway. Any command was weighted by how difficult it would be, and how much he wanted to just see the person placated enough to leave.
The simple fact was that he'd grown numb to caring for much. He had no true goals of his own, only those that his mother had lovingly crafted for him. A big name, a secure position. It should all be so easy for him, right? So should he not offering the effort to obtain such? He'd grown up thinking that his mother was to be listened to, why should it ever change? Aoife was correct on this, or so he himself ha grown to believe, and so her goals were his. Even if his pursuit was a dismal show of effort at best. So of course, why not be a shining symbol of the kingdom? A Cerberus Knight was to be respected for their protection of the civilians, the royalty, and all those who looked to them. Certainly, if he tried, he could fulfill this simple goal his mother had set.
Or perhaps not.
While he may not have been one to work particularly hard at most things, he did have the sense to research. With this he learned the full duties of said knights, becoming more aware of the talents he seemed to lack that would bare him. It became more readily apparently to him why his mother, who thought this a grand path for him, had always tried to push him further. Yet, his ways seemed somewhat set in stone. He truly couldn't bring himself to see it as daunting, or something to worry about. Merely something to acknowledge and deal with in an appropriate manner.
It was the only logical thing to do.
First was this bit about magic. He needed to be able to use it, which all humans could. Certainly that was a point to start at, he had many years to figure out something. Something to earn a chance at this school.
For, if not there, where else was there to start such a path. It was to be their dream after all?
Courage... valor... it seems so foreign, but perhaps fitting:
To protect ones kingdom is a serious task, a respectable duty, and quite the mission to fulfill. One must, of course, put all else before themselves for it. So why would a boy, who merely sees the world as an object be fitting for such a thing?
Simply put, all things are outside, a curiosity if nothing else. They aren't to be feared, nor are they truly to be cherished. What happens happens, and orders are orders. Should he fail in his task for lack of skill, it would be his own shortcomings and inability to fulfill the goal he'd set out with. He shouldn't fear it, but embrace it. This allows him, even if he sees it all as a troublesome task, to do what he must. Be it small or large, it is something he has to do.
There isn't much more thought to be put into it. There's no need to discuss that it's a simple requirement of life.
Personality:
At a first glance Molan will seem a quiet, thoughtful boy. Often appearing to be in his own world as he stares into seemingly nothing. He is a one with few words to offer, and even less to spare. He maintains that he would rather spend his time watching than interacting, enjoying to world in both it's still, and more busy states.
While he may not be one to jump in and participate, he's always memorizing what he sees. Though, he rarely understands how best to apply said things to practical use. This is painfully obvious when meeting him. He is rather awkward, and quick to try and escape any sort of interacting with other people. Rather, he'd much prefer an order to do something than carry a conversation for long. He just doesn't seem to truly understand them, or perhaps it's simply that he sees how vibrant they are. In their hopes, dreams, and excitement for the future.
After all, when being compared. Black and white are rather stark. And while he holds a goal, it is merely something he now seeks to fulfill as a duty to one who raised him for such a goal. Not because he truly desires it. He'd still rather take a nap out back... he thinks.
Being decisive about such things never was been a virtue of his.
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