 Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 12:21 pm
NAME Peter White
AGE Twenty-six
GENDER Male
PHYSICAL DESCRPITION
Sandy blonde hair, ruggedly cut short by his own hand. He rarely cares to tidy it, and so strands tend to stick out on end and curl around his ears. Small, dark green eyes, a thin mouth, and his jaw is always accessorized with peach fuzz. Stands at an impressive height of 6'5", and is well toned from years of physical exertion. At first glance, he's very intimidating. Keeps his wardrobe simple with dark leathers and furs in the winter - he rarely shops for his clothing, opting instead to utilize everything from his kills.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual
MAGIC Earth
HOUND Odeir
PERSONALITY
Cool and calculating, Peter is a man of few words, but one lost in constant observation. He isn't prejudice against others based on stereotypes, preferring to make his judgments on a case by case basis. A rational man, you won't soon witness Peter lunging into compulsive action, and it is rare that he expresses signs of warmth. He is strict in his expectations, and incredibly stubborn; once he's made up his mind, one would be hard pressed to change it. He responds best to logic, and his disposition is relatively humble.
BIO
Hunter.
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SUMMONING
It happened deep in the forest.
He'd been tracking a deer for some time - an impressive buck, full grown and hefty. He knew that, should he land the kill, he'd be able to sell half of the meat and still have enough for himself to last weeks. The antlers were well defined, perfect for manipulating into a variety of new tools, and the hide would prove perfect lining for a new set of winter gear. He was determined to track the beast all day if he had to, painstakingly waiting for the perfect moment to advance.
But he lost it when the tolling began.
When it first rung, he was startled into taking an ill-advised step. His foot landed on a thick branch, and the resounding crunch alerted the buck to his presence. Before Peter could even try to assuage his mistake, the animal shot off like a bullet, leaving Peter confused and frustrated. What on earth had made that sound?
After a pause, it picked up again, and Peter whirled, attempting to locate the source. It sounded so close! Almost like...it were coming from...inside? He shook his head, no no. It had to be behind him, or up ahead. It was difficult to tell, but with the buck lost, he decided he might as well investigate.
The tolling lead him to caverns he hadn't previously known existed, and though at first nothing looked particularly out of the ordinary, he felt something so strange, so powerful. Further in, however, he noticed depictions carved into the walls, and a small cauldron surrounded by numerous other items. His body seemed to know what to do, and he was vaguely aware of mixing certain ingredients, before slowly, he blacked out, unable to recall what followed.
When he came to, a portal was present, and a new sound entered his mind; a voice, both unfamiliar and familiar. Rather than panic, he felt at ease, and conversed aloud with the voice in his head. To one another, they promised the same thing; companionship. Friendship, so that neither need be alone ever again.
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