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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:00 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:03 am
the CHOSEN  quaint specter in moonlight
the butterfly said
by quill or by caldron might
speak in my stead
willed once with a word
sword cut with a song
nothing quite too absurd
never stay much too long
winged one becomes now
good graces all met
respect with no bow
live on sans regret INFORMATION[ ? ] name - Barclay Ashenmoor
[ ? ] nickname - Clay
[ ? ] pen name - Arthur Claymore
[ ? ] gender - Male
[ ? ] age - 36
[ ? ] occupation - Poet
[ ? ] location - Outskirts of Western Palisade
[ ? ] homeland - Albyr
[ ? ] appearance - Somewhat careless in appearance, Clay largely dismisses the prim and proper of society, preferring instead what is comfortable and practical. Which isn't to say he doesn't look at least somewhat presentable most of the time, with his dark hair trimmed short and face generally clean-shaven (if only because he doesn't grow facial hair easily). Even with age he has an almost androgynous sort of look with soft features, at least until he smiles, when rather notable dimples and crow's feet make themselves even more apparent. A gentle, jovial expression is common for him; one that spreads to his eyes, which are nearly as dark as his hair, but bright with an appreciation for the simple wonder of existence. PERSONALITYUnusual, eccentric, whatever one might call a man who lives just outside of town, alone besides a deer and a bird, would likely suit Barclay. Though he doesn't consider himself much of an oddity, in fact he would claim he's quite average, and that everyone else simply hasn't the capacity to deal with his straightforward nature. It's true that he spares little time for formalities and politics, preferring instead an honest exchange, but with age has come experience, and he knows quite well how to play the game if necessary. Despite rarely revealing his identity to the public, he is an accomplished poet with many connections just where they might need to be.
Arthur Claymore, the mask he wears, has published plenty of poems, short and long both, with a style far different than any face-to-face encounter. He writes in a way that eludes to a deeper meaning most every time, often a bit introspective or flowery, though one might be surprised where the inspiration for his pieces comes from. It's the everyday, a trip into town for food or an observation about a new person he meets. The number of poems he's written is staggering versus the number that have actually seen the light of day, and it's extremely rare that he does much of anything without skulking home to scribble about it later.
That home, a small, unassuming construct, does little to betray the wealth he actually holds, and he prefers it that way. Clay would claim living simply is much less of a hassle, life is complicated enough without dealing in frivolous things, but beyond that he's a notable penny-pincher. He's seen other writers rise and fall in mere months, left with nothing, and he'll be damned before he ends up the same way.
Yet, quirks aside, he's actually quite friendly with a good sense of humor. Easy and openminded, getting along with Barclay is hardly a chore if one puts a smidgen of effort into it. However, attempts to invade his privacy are met with a stern coldness. If there's one thing he values beyond his poetry, his guardian, and his pet, it's the feeling that he has some sort of realm to sink back into where no one else can see. A glimpse into that personal space is a rare sign of trust, and taking it for granted or taking advantage is the easiest way to earn a verbal berating and a few weeks worth of silent treatment.
Having lived in Sunderland for over ten years, he speaks Common well, but his accent is thick and heavy, making him difficult to understand sometimes, especially upon first meetings. Because of this, he tends to speak slowly, hoping not to have to repeat himself.
[ + ] likes - Writing; Reading; Weaving and crafts; Who even knows
[ - ] dislikes - Children; Horses; Writer's block HISTORYThe youngest sibling, and only son among his family of five, Barclay grew up surrounded by a largely feminine influence. A simple man, his father, Jamie, was much less a patriarch and much more a follower, allowing his mother to take the reigns. He, in many regards, was a breadwinner and not much else, so it was hardly surprising to the members of their small community when Clay's mother, Fiona, began fooling around elsewhere, though it was no less scandalous for the fact. In time, the family found it impossible to remain where they were under the pressure of societal norms, and moved, more than once, before finding root again, notably absent a father.
It was his experiences during his childhood, and the consistent barrage of new things as they moved place-to-place, that inspired a deep-seated creativity in Clay to emerge. At a young age he began to write, first simply transcribing his life, but soon it morphed into something a little more refined in poetry. His mother and sisters, though accepting and creative in their own ways, didn't exactly understand his new pastime. It wasn't until he left the family home that he found he could make a living doing what he loved.
In time he moved from Albyr to Sunderland, seeking a wider audience for his art. Under an assumed pen name he grew in popularity and found a happiness in the simplistic life he found in his new home. On occasion he returns to his homeland to visit his mother and sisters, their relationship having always been a good one.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:06 am
the GUARDIAN  INFORMATION[ ? ] name - Beckett
[ ? ] gender - Male
[ ? ] ooc stage - Buck
[ ? ] ic stage - Buck PERSONALITYblurb
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:02 am
the COMPANION  INFORMATION[ ? ] name - Lachlan
[ ? ] gender - Male PERSONALITYblurb
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