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PostPosted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 11:27 am


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Character name:
Westus Warrick

Link to journal AND / OR Quest Thread:
Right here.

Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words:
adventurous, passionate, prone to raging

Does your character have a ship / OTP?
Yes, he's Levi's boilfriend.

Describe your character if they were a vegetable:
Beet.

What is your character's favourite music / song / piece?
He's not the biggest fan of listening to music for its own sake, but
he'll listen to anything as long as he doesn't have to do it for long.
Most of the songs he knows the words to are ones you can scream.

What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time?
If he had the means, he would probably hunt artifacts. Since he
most likely won't right after graduation, perhaps he'll weave baskets
since he seems to have an affinity for it.

Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined?
Sports.

What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards?
He gravitates toward cheeky, amusing leader types who don't take
his s**t, and calm, understanding types who also don't take his s**t.

What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?)
protective, proper, brave

What are your character's personality flaws?
hot-headed, ignorant, standoffish

What is your character's favourite colour?
Man-pink.

Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction:
Horseman: Surprisingly overdressed War chieftain.
Hunter: Angry, but largely rule-abiding Sun killed as a trainee.

What would your character look like as the opposite gender
OR 10 years into the future?

Westina, courtesy of cheshire.
Ten years in the future, he's going to look like a 30-year-old version of
himself. That's all I've got.

If your character was an Amityville Professor / Divison Leader / Horsemen Clans
lead how would they teach others?

He would teach the childrenz how to withstand getting the crap beaten
out of them by beating the crap out of them.

Who does your character look up to?
His uncle, Telefsen. His mentor, Rage. His mother.

What is a great weakness of your character?
He has a tendency to believe things he's seen without question and
hold onto those beliefs even after he's shown a more compelling truth.

What are their favourite foods?
Pathling. Anything meaty.

Favourite fashion style?
He still thinks nothing of wearing fairly formal clothing when he
knows he'll be in a position to ruin it. Over the years he's gotten
a little bit better about dressing for specific occasions and saving
pretty things for fancy gatherings, but not much.

Favourite minipet?
Phoenix Scareon. It is, in fact, the only minipet he likes.

If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be?
The assholish sidekick.

Describe your character as a mythical creature:
I've been thinking about this for close to a day now and I've got nothing.

Describe your character as a Disney princess and / or Villain:
Stabbington Brothers.

If your character could travel anywhere where would they go?
Right now, he wants to go to a human world planetarium. I'm sure his
travel goals will change in the future.

If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess?
West would confess that he thinks demons are weak and stupid and
that he'd rather be a monster. I'm not sure he wouldn't confess that
readily, it's just no one has asked.
PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 12:23 pm


bully

Few things in the world felt as good as the way the delicate bones of the cheek and nose flexed against his knuckles right before they snapped.

Few things were more beautiful than the bright flashes of color that danced beneath his lids when the back of his head hit stone.

Few things tasted better than the flavor of his own blood.

As a child he had wanted to share these things, to help others experience the intoxicating delight that came with giving and and receiving pain, but most of the time his efforts were not appreciated. Most of the time they weren't even tolerated.

Eventually he decided that it was simpler to keep quiet. He couldn't explain what he found so alluring about bruises and broken skin, and he learned it wasn't worth it to try. He adopted the terms that others had long ago given his first loves—sparring, fighting, bullying—and he continued to court them with abandon, thinking his parents proud when they smiled at his scrapes and cuts. It was only later that he realized they were mocking him, that they had made a game of trying to mold their son into a creature unfit to mingle in polite society.

By the time he reached Amityville, he was the sum of many parts. Proper enough in mixed company, he occasionally devolved into a kicking, snarling thing when displeased, a transformation that his instructors didn't seem overly concerned with preventing. He was left to his own devices for the most part, and grew to accept who he was as he met more people who didn't seem to mind.

Those convenient labels he had learned in his youth never did change how he felt or why he did the things he did. He didn't really spar to get better at throwing punches, though it was a helpful consequence. He didn't fight to gain notoriety. He didn't bully others to leverage power, and if he laughed at those he hit, it was half because the joy he felt in turn was too much to keep contained.

The other half was because he thought most of them were complete dorks.

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 12:25 pm


revenge

There were times when he stretched just after waking or swallowed too quickly or turned to glare at a passing Snot when he felt it, that unnatural tug at the skin of his neck that reminded him of the fight he'd lost.

It had been more than a fight; maybe that's what bothered him so much. He'd let his guard down just because he hadn't been in the gym, because it was the draugr, and he hadn't had a chance. No matter how hard he tried to keep it from his thoughts, sometimes the memory rose, unbidden, to torment him. His unpreparedness still rankled.

Revenge was rarely something he felt compelled to exact against his own kind. Perhaps it was fitting that Herryk no longer fell into that category.
PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 7:02 pm


training

Throughout most of his life, his wings had been an immense source of frustration. Due to the fact that his father's noncorporeal appendages failed to properly support his weight, any discussions of flying at home were limited to accidental or impersonal anecdotes. There was also the problem of their appearance. Fluffy pink and white feathers didn't usually do much to inspire fear in the Halloween populace.

On his own he'd managed to learn how to flap around and crash land, but he knew there was so much more, so many ways he could make use of flight when he fought. But who could he ask? Who would teach him to fly without taking offense or making fun?

Enter his uncle Telefsen.

He had only rarely interacted with his mother's brother growing up, but he'd still always felt eerily close to the older demon. It wasn't hard to warm up to him when he'd finally been given the chance, and though they'd started with flying, they'd worked on many other things in the two years they'd been training together.

It was a solid partnership. Fun. Which was why today's announcement came as such a shock.

Tel stood over him, his usual smirk firmly in place. He had gotten the upper hand in this spar with a fairly pedestrian move, but the relative cheapness of his attacks had never bothered the demon. He was proud to use any means at his disposal to win, even cheating.

"Slick, West. Real slick."

"No, that was... That didn't count. What'd y'just...? Whaddya mean yer not gonna train me anymore?"

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Smerdle
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 7:03 pm


equals/approval/proud

"Relax, kid. I'm not moving to the human world or anything. I just think it's a little idiotic to keep calling this..." Tel gestured between them. "...training. Half the time we fight these days, you lay me out like some one-armed scareling. I only landed you on your a** this time 'cause you were thinking too hard."

When his uncle offered him a hand up, West ignored it. He knew he was strong, and when he wasn't strong enough, he was persistent. Still, he didn't feel... invincible enough. Peh. Thinking about it like that made it sound like keeping safe was some pipe dream.

"What's got you so worked up?"

Graduation. Family. Death. Love. Protection. Work. Money. Life. Everything.

West shrugged. "Couldn't say."

"Being a grownup's not so hard, you know. I think that place has made you a liiiiittle bit of an overachiever."

"Says the guy who's gambled away his check and's livin' on piggle rinds."

"Don't knock 'em."

They stood in silence for several minutes, brushing at their clothing and making sure everything was in place.

Finally West said, "So, you'll still fight then?" He was pleased that he didn't sound overly petulant.

"Yeah, I will. Any time you want."
PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 7:04 pm


for filling in another day

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