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 Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 11:45 pm
 and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
what they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes wintercontents // 1 thorne // 2 valerian // 3 the choosing // 4 rp log & acquaintances // 5 companions // 6 miscellaneous // 7 capricorn's journal //
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 2:19 pm
 I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
NICKNAMES: (none yet)
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Hunter/Tracker
HOME: Just on the outskirts of Oldcastle, but not too close to town. A good thirty minute walk will get you there.
MUSIC: Evan Duffy - Monstercat Piano Mix
APPEARANCE: Thorne is above average in height, with an athletic build toned from days trudging through snow and marshes after his quarry. He is a little tanned due to his outdoor profession. Tends to dress simply in leathers. He has a fair bit of tattooing down his right arm, a result of a poor decision as a younger man. Since he tends to avoid people most days, he often doesn't bother covering it unless heading into town. Typically fairly clean shaven. His hair is dark as night, like his mother's; usually tousled but not unkempt, and pulled loosely at the nape of his neck into a small ponytail. He has his father's eyes, the color of iron and stone. On the rare occasion he looks you directly in the eye, you can read his every emotion.
PERSONALITY: Gruff, reserved, introverted. Thorne is not a people-person by any stretch of the imagination. He has manners, but tends to avoid using them by avoiding most human contact. Much more at home out in the woods then in town, he is more likely to be seen out and about tracking small game for dinner. On days he ventures into town he brings some of his catches with him to sell or trade for different supplies before simply heading back out when he's finished. He's good at putting up a front of being happy with his simple life and happy on his own.
If given time, he may warm up to people. He could use a good, patient friend. He is as loyal as they come to his family, and would treat a close friend with the same regard.
LIKES: Peace and quiet, long treks in the forest, tea.
DISLIKES: Large crowds, being put on the spot.
HISTORY: An unremarkable sort of guy, with a relatively simple past. Born and raised in the same household for his entire lifetime, Thorne has spent his years learning to hunt game, set traps, track all sorts of creatures, and just generally learning the forests of his home. As a rebellious youth he had decided he would run away to join the circus; just two days in their company and he realized that this was not the life for him. He thanked the troupe for their hospitality, but not before they threw him an uproarious party and coaxed him into a swirling sleeve tattoo in a dark umber. It wasn't until he finally arrived home and his father looked at it with a horrified expression that he truly realized what he had done. He was just sixteen at the time.
Since that time he has become much more reserved and conservative. Seeking his father's approval even as his health began to deteriorate, he has mostly put any social life on hold in exchange for working around his home and the forests nearly non-stop. Once or twice he's tried striking up something with some of the ladies in town, to no luck on his part. Years of little socializing has left him shy with a gruff exterior to cover for it. Once cracked open he is a gentle soul, albeit insecure and certainly shy.
FAMILY: Thorne is an only child, as his mother passed within the year after he was born from an unidentified illness. His father was also a sickly man, and when Thorne wasn't out hunting or bringing food to the table he was usually at home caring for him. Right around the time Thorne became Chosen his father succumbed to what had been ailing him. Other than that, he has no known relatives.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 2:27 pm
 we've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
we thought our very hearts would up and melt away NAME: Valerian
MEANING: A root used for its medicinal properties to reduce anxiety and ease sleep.
NICKNAMES: Val
GENDER: Male
OBTAINED: March 17th
HEIGHT: 4'8" at the shoulder
WEIGHT: ~900 lbs.
MUSIC: "Strobe" - deadmau5 (piano cover)
APPEARANCE: A light gray coat, with thin white striping along his neck, face and shoulders. His back legs have a mottled, fawn-colored blotching. Lovely cerulean eyes, which look with an inquisitive nature. A bit stocky in build.
PERSONALITY: Calm, soothing, relaxed. Valerian is kind, forgiving, and in general there to be that 'deep breath' that his chosen needs to get through the day. Wherever Thorne goes, he is quick to follow. He enjoys time spent closer to town and generally likes other people, though he seems to have a good sense for when someone has less-than honorable intentions. He is not fond of violence, but if he had to protect Thorne from harm he would do whatever he had to to ensure his safety. Valerian is quite in-tune to Thorne's emotions, reacting when he senses something out of whack. Overall the pair have a strong bond and balance each other out well.
He's a bit of a goofball and often seeks to amuse Thorne's friends with his antics.
PARENTS: Somnium x Willow
SIBLINGS: Salix, Ginseng
MATE: --
OFFSPRING: --
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 2:27 pm
 the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close foreverThe dreams began suddenly in the night following the masquerade ball.
He passed them the first two nights as simply having drank too much wine. The third night the pull was stronger, but Thorne resisted. As if the spirits were punishing him for attending the masquerade, his father had taken a sudden turn for the worse in the previous days. The fever spiked again with little relief, followed by a heavy, wet coughing that occasionally yielded a crimson stain in the palm of his hand. Nothing seemed to quell the sudden onset of sickness. On top of the events of the ball, he wasn't sure if the situation could possibly get any worse.
The hunter felt fear in the pit of his chest on the fifth day. He had fallen asleep during the night, and when he awoke his father was feebly tapping his forearm for his attention. "Thorne," he croaked, voice hoarse, "You are a good son. Your mother... would have been very proud of you." He coughed hard, followed by a strangled wheeze. Thorne clutched his hand tightly, daring not to pull away. His father closed his eyes and breathed quietly for a few more minutes, the lines in his face relaxing. Slowly the breathing quieted, and before long had tapered off into nothing.
Thorne sat in a stunned silence for a long while. In a matter of moments his entire life had just shattered down around him. Gently folding his father's hand across his chest he stood, legs shaking, and stumbled towards the yard. He worked in a strange daze. It took him most of the day to dig a spot below the large oak his mother lay beneath, but finally he was able to lay him to rest. His heart ached, and he desperately wished for some sort of company. Deep down he realized he was suddenly quite alone.
When all was said and done he sat between the two graves for some time. Shadows began to lengthen and a rosy red color crept across the forest. Just as Thorne was ready to head back inside, the pull came again. It tugged at him the hardest yet, and the hunter's attention snapped towards the forest. Without anything left at home to care for, he let the feeling lead him into the Wardwood.
He moved well past his normal hunting range, legs carrying him with little difficulty for what must have been a handful of hours by the time he happened across the great tree. It was dark now, but a strange, gentle glow seemed to come from the clearing. As he drew close hundreds of small figures decorated the branches, each with a slight pulsing glow in a myriad of colors. His breath caught in his throat. They were... deer? He blinked, surprised. Could this actually be happening?
His eyes roved the tree again, waiting for that pull. He stepped forward to look more closely, and a branch almost seemed to bend towards him (surely his imagination), a single gray totem delicately hanging from it. How fitting. His gloved hands carefully retrieved it, and a warm feeling grew in his chest. Thorne clutched the totem close. The others on the tree felt very uninteresting to him suddenly, so he headed back into the forest the way he had come from.
When he arrived back home he set the trinket on his bedside table. As Thorne laid down for the first time in what seemed like forever, he finally allowed his grief to overtake him. The only thing to calm him was the soft blue glow of the totem, ever-watching...
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 2:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:06 pm
 anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 2:38 pm
 there is a rusty light on the pines tonight
sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
ARTWORK:
SOLO PLOTS:
// boar hunt (not started)
UPCOMING PLOTS:
// Valerian & Tiberius; best friends forever!
// New Warden Training Grounds; Thorne gains some admirers at the grounds, and Caroline is oddly upset over it.
// Valerian's Awakening; Now that he can talk... the deer spills Thorne's secrets for him.
// The world's most awful mess of awkward emotions ever; xxx
LYRIC SNIPPETS: "Emily" - Joanna Newsom
BANNER FONT: Don Quixote
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