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 Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 9:44 pm
Leland Tobias Wright
Age 22
Guardian: Phaeoa, Doe
Occupation Merchant Lord
Orientation Gay
Positive
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.....about
Lithe and slightly above average in height his sharp, high cheekbones and strong, straight, nose and full lips give him something of an aristocratic appearance. His eyes, however, are far too keen and sharp for his youthful age and his often serious expression tends to make him seem older than his years. Sometimes, however, under the right circumstances, he's been known to smile, if only barely, and the expression is quite lovely. The only thing marring him, physically, that one might discern is a pale, thin, scar that traces it's way from the corner of his right brow toward his temple, where it disappears into the hairline. It's light enough, however, against his pale skin that it's not overly distracting.
Otherwise, he tends to be a rather quiet man who often keeps his thoughts in check, though he's not necessarily shy so much as observant and reluctant to involve himself in the affairs of others. When provoked, however, he can be rather fiery and even vicious if the situation calls for it. Most of the time, however, he seems to deal with the world with a sort of detached politeness edged with a hint of impatience.
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 9:45 pm
.....history
Leland, only 7 years old at the time, witnessed his father brutally beating his mother. Running to her aid, fearing for her life, Leland stepped between her and the man he had grown to fear. His father, seemingly never thinking twice about it, backhanded him and cut him across the face with the small stone upon his wedding band.
After that, the violence only escalated and his father began to turn his fury on the young boy. Years passed in this manner until, one day, cracking under the force of a rage no boy his age should have to feel, Leland grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed his father in the side. The blow did not kill him, but it crippled him and left him weak thereafter and Leland took the opportunity to leave and asked his mother to come with them.
When she refused, fear in her eyes like a dark spectre, Leland had felt nothing but bitter, impotent rage at her lack of spine. He'd yelled and pleaded, but she had only looked at him sadly and shook her head. That night, curled up in the back of a turnip wagon, Leland cried for the first, and last time, in years.
Aggressively pursuing any path that seemed to have the most promise he in the streets to survive, working wherever, and however, he could.
At the age of 16 Leland eventually met an old man who he wound up spending some time with. The old man was eccentric, with a strange old cat who looked far too wise for his comfort. It was during this year that Leland left his homeland for the first time. The old man taught him where to buy things for cheap, and sell them for more, and how to count and write and read. Their own funds were limited, and they never made a fortune, but it was enough to live and to travel by, for a time. It was the beginning of what would, eventually, become Leland's main form of work.
Only two years later, the old man died. On his death bed, he whispered something into the young man's ear that would trouble him at odd times for years to come. She will help you/
Who was this 'she' he had wondered? But there had been no answer, and the old man could say no more. Amris, he called himself, and so that was the name that Leland carved upon the stone marking his grave after he buried him at the edge of the wood, as the man had asked. He was only 18, but in many ways Leland was already a man.
Then, two years later at the age of 20, he hit his fortune. Nothing great, but enough to buy land for himself and to sustain it as long as he kept at it. A year later, the woods called out to him -- and Leland went.
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 9:47 pm
..... PhaeoaIt had been a routine, if somewhat unusual, trip to Palisade that morning. The old man had been gone for two weeks, and Leland had suddenly found himself owning what little wealth and material items the two of them had shared. So, he'd gone to Palisade, just as they always had, and just as had been planned.
He woke at midnight, with the moon full in the sky overhead, and a sense of unease stirring in his chest. Grabbing the rifle nearby, he'd pulled himself from his bedroll and looked around, but the night was clear and still. Not even a coyote nearby. Unsettled, and unable to fall back asleep, Leland found himself staring into the black shadows of the Wardwood.
When he next came to, with no memory of having walked there, he found himself beneath a huge tree littered with small totems, and the world, in his shock, seemed to still for a breathless moment.
A week later, a tiny fawn with glowing red eyes like hot coals lay curled in the passenger side of his coach, watching him with amusement as shocked excitement curled through their bond. Leland had just discovered one of the relics the old man had left him which had, apparently, and all this time, been worth a comfortable fortune.
~*~
She is a proud and regal guardian with something of a prim, fastidious air and a quick sense of sarcastic humor who is quick to extract herself from a situation once involved. Despite her sometimes distant, and slightly eccentric air, Phaeoa clearly has a deep love for her Chosen and would do absolutely anything for him. Still, though, she often worries for the young man when he gets to brooding and will usually try to cheer him with some playful antic or other in an attempt to draw out that pale, elusive, smile.Yet, even Leland sometimes has a difficult time predicting how Phae may react to a certain situation.
Unless it's raining and there's mud involved -- then even the bribe of strawberries isn't enough to make the doe get her hooves dirty.
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