Post by Falene Sigrid Rúne on May 5, 2012 12:50:23 GMT -6
FALENEsigridRÚNE
"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
\Elle Fanning/
"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
\Elle Fanning/
[/i] 4’ (human)
Alias: Falene
Age: 18
Orientation: straight
Race: werecat
Weight: 30 lbs.
Build: thin, lanky, finesse
Markings: Nothing particularly out of the ordinary aside from the long tufts of dark hair that make her ears to be much longer (in cat form).
[/ul]Special: There is not much special about Falene, though, she has an odd rapport with being peculiarly perceptive.
Character: original :)
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Likes: dragons, quiet, outsmarting, sleeping, heat, being mysterious
Dislikes: people, loud noises, ignorance, having to be patient
Strengths: agile, sly, perceptive
Weaknesses: in handling patience, pride, and people
Fears: Large bodies of water and becoming emotionally attached to anyone.
Secrets: She’s afraid of living the remainder of her life lonely.
Defining Traits:
Nomadic :: Falene becomes bored easily. To keep from losing her mind, she doesn't ever stay in one place for too long. Loving to learn and experience new things, Falene does all that she can to expand upon her knowledge. She was born an old soul and likes to keep her wisdom to herself.
Clever :: Partly due to her hunches and partly due to her acquired cognition, Falene is surprisingly perceptive for her age. Despite her aversion to people, she is capable of being deceptively charming and kind. Falene is shrewd and wants to remain certain that she is always three steps ahead of everyone else.[/ul]
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[/i] Eydís Rúne
Family:
Father: Víðarr Rúne
Sibilings: Freja Rúne
Other: Aðal Elisedd (mother's brother)
[/ul]Full History:
Falene's mother is in close relation to the crown; though not so close to deem them "royalty". The Rúne/Elisedd family is a wealthy family in the werecat community. Falene grew up in a litter with her sister, Freja, and brothers, Björn, Stigr, and Asger. Ever since her and her siblings were capable of reading, the Rúne children were encouraged to learn as much as they possibly could take on. They would spend most of their days inside of a library up until they gained enough knowledge to be allowed to explore on their own. But this was a tedious task, especially for Falene. As much as she enjoyed reading, she couldn't handle being stuck inside for such long periods of time. Once she realized she could escape from under the noses of her parents, Falene often went on miniature adventures only to come back and be chastised for running off. This, however, did not suade her to cease. Eventually, she was more away from her home than she was at it.
Finally when her mother had had enough of Falene's insubordination, Eydís went with her daughter on a walk. After a silent stroll, the two found themselves standing in front of a back entrance to the King's fortress in the center of the city. Her mother requested visitation. Slightly confused, Falene begun to bombard her mother with questions. Completely impassive, Eydís gave her daughter no answers. They walked through dank halls of cells of prisoners. Some called out and others remained silent. After some time, Eydís stopped and turned to a cell. Peering inside , Falene found a pair of startling green eyes looking back at her. His coat was knotted and tangled. An expression of recognition lit up his aged face. He began to speak but his voice was hoarse and his words not discernible. Eydís' tone was plain when she explained that this particular werecat was her brother. “Recklessness is what got him in here, daughter. You are but one paw’s step away from a cell in here.” Falene didn’t understand; she knew of but never met any of her mother’s litter mates. Not even in her ever-wandering imagination did the young Falene begin to consider that her uncle – the very brother of her straight-laced mother – could be a felon. The confusion shone clear on her still-kitten face. “He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was convicted of a crime he did not commit.” Eydís turned to her daughter, expression grave, “Now he’s left here to rot amongst the scum of our species.” Eydís was never one of small talk; she was clean-cut. Precise. No sugar coating. So with that last ringing statement, she pivoted and led the way out of the labyrinth of corridors, through the city, and back to their modest home.
That evening Falene was unable to sleep. The words of her mother resounded in her mind. She felt as though she should remain in the library for the remainder of her days but it wasn’t her nature; she simply could not be cooped up in a stuffy building full of ancient books. Giving up on a means of deciphering her current predicament, Falene forced herself to sleep. With the birth of a new day came no sudden epiphany. Falene was just as confused as to what to do with her life as when she curled up to sleep the night previous. She wanted to spend her life roaming and learning about everything and anything – especially dragons – but she also didn’t want to disgrace her parents by “being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Thus far, Falene’s track record hasn’t proven too decent in that respect; she always managed to get into some modicum of trouble, no matter how small. The more the weeks passed, the more she stewed and fermented, pining over what to do.
Finally after much time heavy studying and meticulous planning, Falene had made a definite decision. She was going to leave home for good and explore as she’s always dreamed. But wisely. And with precarious caution. After telling her parents of her plan, they knew very well that there was no point in stopping her; she was going regardless of what they said.
Name: Sonna
Age: 17
Experience: er…3 years?
RP Sample:
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This was definitely not the ‘norm.’ The ‘norm’ was to be out for a walk, sitting on a bench in the park, taking up homestead in his dormitory, or maybe even doing homework. Hours of the night slowly crept away from Sebastian and before he knew it, he had pulled an all-nighter special thanks to a streak of random inspiration. It was now the afternoon of the following day and his muse had all but dried up. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing as he was done writing the script he took so long to finish. Still feeling the need to get the project out of the way until filming was to be done, he made his way to the library in hopes of some research. It was to take place in London but he needed to do some research on props. Despite the fact that he lived in England his entire life, Sebastian didn’t know the native plants as well as he would’ve liked to. Seeing as his plot took place in the Victorian Era he would need to study up and take some notes.
Black, modern glasses sat atop the bridge of his angular nose. His deep auburn hair was not fixed as it usually was but, instead, held the appearance of being incredibly disgruntled and unkempt. To say the least, Sebastian’s appearance and presentation was not nearly up to his usual standards. With dissecting eyes blood shot with lack of sleep, he weaved in and out of the many isles of reference books in search for a specific one that he had studied from in his fifth year. Sebastian recalled it to be one of the best volumes he had ever encountered and was desperate to bask in its seemingly infinite wisdom. But for some reason, the book wasn’t anywhere to be found. He even inquired the librarian of its whereabouts. She claimed it to be still in the library unless if someone stole it – unlikely.
Brow furrowing in vexation, Sebastian peered around to the few people studying. One of them must have it, he concluded. Scanning the room he found a bank of tables. A singular table held only on visitor. The thick hardback that lay open in front of her, from his memory, looked to be the one he was in search of. Set on wanting information, Sebastian strode over to her table and peered down at the text to further validate his hypothesis of the book’s true title. Like always, he was correct. That was the book he needed. “Excuse me,” he interjected softly with a curious expression, “might that be a plant encyclopedia?”
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