Post by Masterweaver on May 27, 2012 18:15:23 GMT -5
Vitals
Full Name: Because of his beliefs, he will change his name on a whim, but he constantly responds to the title of Shard Seeker.
Gender: Inclined to be male.
Age: Does not remember, but is around young adult age.
Species: After many attempts to remember, he believes himself to be an arctic/red hybrid.
Appearance: Shard Seeker's manic expression is held with two green eyes on his red face. Black marks adorn his chin and eartips, while his rear paws end in black socks. Still, his arctic ancestry is held by the whit patches on his elbows, forepaws, and chest; his tail itself is a mess, slurring all three colors together, and his fur is in general wild and ungroomed. Despite his ragged appearance, he moves with the grace of a flowing river and the silence of a floating cloud....
The Heart
Personality:
Those who have met the Shard Seeker recognize him as strangely philosophical and, somehow, oblivious to social norms. He can prattle on about anything, comparing it almost nonsensically to whatever is on his mind. And yet, somehow, he always asks deep questions, the kind that imply he thinks too much. Perhaps it's his lonely history, perhaps his insistence on not remembering any fox until they reintroduce themselves, or perhaps it's the fact that when confronted by danger he merely smiles and waits.... whatever the reason, he is viewed as insane.
Virtues and Skills: Observant, acrobatic, stealthy
Faults and Weaknesses: Casual approach to danger, sheer unusual personality
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Who was the Shard Seeker? Even he's not sure. All he knows is that the sickness that claimed so many lives also took him. By all rights, he should be dead... and, he reasons, perhaps he is, as no memories from before that time exist in his head. Oh, sure, afterward he had clear thoughts; struggling out of a river, avoiding the corpses, finding the ruins, learning the songs... but really, who can say who the Shard Seeker was? He doesn't care. He's more focused on who he will be.
Family Relations: What is family but blood? What is friendship but relations? No fox is brother to the Shard Seeker, and yet, all are.
Roleplay Sample
The Shard Seeker smiled at the squirrel. It had run away, of course, trying to prolong its life. Now it was peering from the safety of the branches. Th Shard Seeker didn't really care if it ran or not. That wasn't the point. Well, yes, he did need to eat. But.... Really, the elegance of the climb, the rapid struggle to avoid a predator. A perfect metaphor for the chance to avoid death. Not that he would tell anyone, unless they asked.
"I believe I shall call myself Øyvind today." The Shard Seeker tilted his head. "From an old tongue. Means Island of Wind. All names mean something."
The squirrel, for its part, continued to stare.
"...You don't even understand, do you." The Shard Seeker sighed, turning away. "At least the foxes try to understand. If only because they pity me. What's the mad fox thinking, what's he planning, ha. That's the thing, isn't it? That's the thing. They can't think... without their own minds."
What would it be like, he wondered, to think like a fish? Or a bird? What processes did their brains go through? And what of humans? Why had they made their shelters so... ornate? The songs of the statues were hard to read, at first, until the pattern clicked. Humans had thought in patterns, he supposed, while foxes thought in territories and litters. And as for himself...
"...How do I think anyway? Am I still a fox? Was I ever a fox?" He wandered away from the squirrel's tree, simply walking where his paws took him. "What is thought? A river. No, not a river. A river is set... ants. Thought is the path of the ants to the food, and the anthill is the mother of thoughts." That... that actually made a lot more sense then it should. He skipped in delight. "And therefore I shall be named after the ant! But the ant has no name for it... Ah, to FIND a name. Emmerich... that is what I shall call the ant. But giving the name, and my name shall be lost...." He sighed. "Perhaps I shall not use a name today after all."
And then he lunged at the undergrowth, grabbing a healthy rabbit in his jaws with a snap.
"Thank you, my friend... And may you find your name." The Shard Seeker brushed the rabbit's body lightly, before beginning to consume it. Above him were stormclouds... but shelter could wait.
Full Name: Because of his beliefs, he will change his name on a whim, but he constantly responds to the title of Shard Seeker.
Gender: Inclined to be male.
Age: Does not remember, but is around young adult age.
Species: After many attempts to remember, he believes himself to be an arctic/red hybrid.
Appearance: Shard Seeker's manic expression is held with two green eyes on his red face. Black marks adorn his chin and eartips, while his rear paws end in black socks. Still, his arctic ancestry is held by the whit patches on his elbows, forepaws, and chest; his tail itself is a mess, slurring all three colors together, and his fur is in general wild and ungroomed. Despite his ragged appearance, he moves with the grace of a flowing river and the silence of a floating cloud....
The Heart
Personality:
Those who have met the Shard Seeker recognize him as strangely philosophical and, somehow, oblivious to social norms. He can prattle on about anything, comparing it almost nonsensically to whatever is on his mind. And yet, somehow, he always asks deep questions, the kind that imply he thinks too much. Perhaps it's his lonely history, perhaps his insistence on not remembering any fox until they reintroduce themselves, or perhaps it's the fact that when confronted by danger he merely smiles and waits.... whatever the reason, he is viewed as insane.
Virtues and Skills: Observant, acrobatic, stealthy
Faults and Weaknesses: Casual approach to danger, sheer unusual personality
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Who was the Shard Seeker? Even he's not sure. All he knows is that the sickness that claimed so many lives also took him. By all rights, he should be dead... and, he reasons, perhaps he is, as no memories from before that time exist in his head. Oh, sure, afterward he had clear thoughts; struggling out of a river, avoiding the corpses, finding the ruins, learning the songs... but really, who can say who the Shard Seeker was? He doesn't care. He's more focused on who he will be.
Family Relations: What is family but blood? What is friendship but relations? No fox is brother to the Shard Seeker, and yet, all are.
Roleplay Sample
The Shard Seeker smiled at the squirrel. It had run away, of course, trying to prolong its life. Now it was peering from the safety of the branches. Th Shard Seeker didn't really care if it ran or not. That wasn't the point. Well, yes, he did need to eat. But.... Really, the elegance of the climb, the rapid struggle to avoid a predator. A perfect metaphor for the chance to avoid death. Not that he would tell anyone, unless they asked.
"I believe I shall call myself Øyvind today." The Shard Seeker tilted his head. "From an old tongue. Means Island of Wind. All names mean something."
The squirrel, for its part, continued to stare.
"...You don't even understand, do you." The Shard Seeker sighed, turning away. "At least the foxes try to understand. If only because they pity me. What's the mad fox thinking, what's he planning, ha. That's the thing, isn't it? That's the thing. They can't think... without their own minds."
What would it be like, he wondered, to think like a fish? Or a bird? What processes did their brains go through? And what of humans? Why had they made their shelters so... ornate? The songs of the statues were hard to read, at first, until the pattern clicked. Humans had thought in patterns, he supposed, while foxes thought in territories and litters. And as for himself...
"...How do I think anyway? Am I still a fox? Was I ever a fox?" He wandered away from the squirrel's tree, simply walking where his paws took him. "What is thought? A river. No, not a river. A river is set... ants. Thought is the path of the ants to the food, and the anthill is the mother of thoughts." That... that actually made a lot more sense then it should. He skipped in delight. "And therefore I shall be named after the ant! But the ant has no name for it... Ah, to FIND a name. Emmerich... that is what I shall call the ant. But giving the name, and my name shall be lost...." He sighed. "Perhaps I shall not use a name today after all."
And then he lunged at the undergrowth, grabbing a healthy rabbit in his jaws with a snap.
"Thank you, my friend... And may you find your name." The Shard Seeker brushed the rabbit's body lightly, before beginning to consume it. Above him were stormclouds... but shelter could wait.