Hair: Dark brown, almost black. Eyes: Brown Height: 6'2" Build: Muscular and limber. Strong, yet dexterous.
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Father: Robert Sedgewick (Deceased) Mother: Agnes Sedgewick (Deceased) Siblings: Daniel and Luke Sedgewick
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Warm and openly friendly, Owen paints a picture far from the looming, brusque man one may have expected from a time-worn hunter such as himself. Everyone he meets is treated as family, save for those who’ve proven themselves untrustworthy, and he is especially doting towards his guardian. Though time and experience has given him an eye to assess character, his forgiving nature leaves him open to manipulation.
However, not many wish him harm. Laughter comes easy to him, and it always has, if the light wrinkles around his eyes and mouth are anything to tell by. It pleases him to see others happy, and he does his best to spread it around. He’s always been a man of action – though not ambitious, he will work for what he wants rather than wait for it to come around. For that reason, he’s glad to have been chosen. The guardians’ coming appear to herald ill tidings, but at the very least, Owen is grateful to be in a position to do something about the inevitable danger instead of simply hoping for the best.
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Though born to a poor family, Owen was not unhappy. They were able to get by without too much difficulty, and when his younger twin brothers were born, they were seen as blessings rather than new mouths to feed. The rivalry between him and his brothers was immense, but instead of leading to disputes, the three only grew closer. They competed with one another to the point where all three became extremely skilled hunters who made a name for themselves, and though they never became wealthy, their days of struggle were over.
Some time after reaching adulthood, his younger brothers found love and married, though he never did. His father died about a decade later, and his mother was quick to follow.
Not many he knew of lived past forty years of age, and he’s recently moved to Oldcastle in the hopes of spending his later years in peace, far from the boisterous activity of his growing family and well-known name. However, being chosen has added a new vigor to his spent body, and he finds himself growing more and more active as the days pass by.
Ryuukishin
Man-Hungry Fatcat
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 6:02 pm
The Guardian
_✘_Basics____________________
Name: Bourbon Nicknames: Bonnie, Bonbon, Bons Sex: Female Age: Two Years Obtained:July 2013 Custom, colored by Rejam
_✘_Appearance________________
Eyes: Ivory Coat: Muted sepia tones, like an old photograph. Face depicts a skull; the body, a tiger. Height: Tall Build: Much larger than average to compensate for her chosen’s weight and size, though her proportions and carriage are such that most do not notice her tall stature unless they are near her.
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Parents: ??? Offspring: None
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Loud, demanding, and egocentric, Bourbon is far from the patient and compassionate man her chosen sets out to be. She stands out from him even more with her ruthlessness and violent outbursts, save for the fact that her intentions are far from malicious. Rather, she finds childish delight in startling others with unexpected behavior despite her age, and often holds herself with a delicate and graceful carriage – up until the point she finds her two-legged prey and charges, head lowered and legs pumping.
Her chosen allows her more leeway than he would others, so long as she does nothing more than scare her victims and quickly make up for it afterwards. Were he to ask her to stop in all seriousness, she likely would within a matter of hours, for she loves him dearly. Alas, she’s much too large to fit on his lap or be carried atop his shoulders as she once was, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. And though she understands why anyone would like her chosen, she’s quick to put herself between him and whatever creature or object is holding his attention.
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Bourbon has changed little since she first formed – rather, she has only gotten worse, for with her added size she is able to do more damage than ever before. Thankfully, she often complies amicably to her chosen’s requests and ravages little more than a stray pillow here and there.
