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Created by Jacqueline (13-06-10) (©).
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Name. Twisty
Birthday. ???
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Local Time. May 25 2013, 08:22 PM
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MSN. betaluver@hotmail.com
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Joined. 25-February 11
Post Count. 27 (FIND ALL?)
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Name. Augustine
Age. Two Years
Gender. Male
Species. Eurasian
Physique. Medium
Appearance.
The story of the lion and the mouse is splayed across the boy’s pelt. Their uniformity and harmony come together cordially: the wheaten hue of the lion’s mane and stony grays of the mouse’s fur. No particular pattern guides the colors, though they are not haphazardly splattered on like globs of paint. The boy’s face and muzzle are dipped in the cool ashes, as are his legs, underbelly, and streaks of his tail. Blending into the cool hue is the warmness of the light grain to crown his forehead and ears, moving down his back, reaching forward around his nape and chest almost like a lion’s mane in itself. Much like his personality, the colors are quiet toned down and mellow—only catching him in the late-light of the sunset will you see the calm wheat in his pelt set ablaze to golden fire. Something interesting to note about his pelt is the fact that his undercoat consists of the darkest black. It only shows through when his pelt is separated by the wind or water, also appearing around his nose and the insides of his ears. The ebony causes dimension and depth within his pelt, adding a healthy thickness to it.
His gaze is difficult to put into words, the exact color. It consists almost of a mixture between the gray and gold, creating a soft brown-wheaten hue to match his coat exactly. They blend perfectly with the rest of his appearance which bodes well for his handsome features. What a wolf may notice first, before the indescribable color, is the quizzical look that always sparks his eyes While emotion never reaches them, thoughts and expressions do. You can almost watch his mind turning behind that gaze—it’s quite possible it could be rather mesmerizing to watch.
As for his build—not overly tall, nor stout. In other words, quite average. His framework does lean more on the side of slim and lean, however, lending to his agility and amazing stamina. The brute is not a fighter by nature, and would never find himself in the circumstance to do so—therefore, his muscles are not built, but rather remain tight and stretched beneath his pelt. He has the body of a healthy runner, perfectly in shame, muscled in a modest manner.
Personality.
Charming Charm resonates his very personality—and it’s all natural. He does not strive to be loved by everyone, nor does he wish for attention or want to please everybody: he just does by nature. The wolf lets humbleness encase him; not out to impress anybody or prove any sort of point. The boy is friendly enough, not actively seeking random conversation, and yet never turning it down either. He is one to go to when you find yourself needing advice, as he is not one to judge (unless whoever is showing stubborn ignorance), and often finds an anecdote or piece of wisdom to offer. He is as polite as society dictates, and often uses terms of endearment like love, sweetheart, dove, etc. for females.
Highly Intelligent Augustine struck a rich vein of intelligence when he was born. His mind is sharp and keen, and the boy is quite attuned to details. If life were a game of chess, he'd play it not only masterfully, but elegantly. The wolf has a knack of viewing the world as such a game-- he can envision the other player's next move, and plan out his next turns moves to counter. Pawns here, bishops there-- whatever the method, Augustine knows how to win and bide his time for the long run. Sure, a wayward queen may slip past and endanger his king; but never would he panic; his knight was waiting for her the entire time.
His memory could rival that of the famed elephant—be it a certain philosophy or the scent of an herb, the wolf rarely forgets any detail that he wishes to remember. Lending to his intelligence is his cunning attributes; he possesses an amazing ability to weave spectacular lies that border truth in believability, his mind is quick and sure. Because of this trait, it would be easy for him to live several different lives at once, able to keep all his lies and memories separated if need be. He is quite knowledgable about theories of philosophy, as well and ancient myths and ongoing folklore.
Emotions? No. Augustine is not a sociopath—he is not antisocial, nor is he sadistic or insane in any way (unless you count such intelligence borderline insane). Regardless, the boy possesses no emotions—no regret, no nostalgia, no happiness, no sorrow—nothing. He does, however, understand how he should react and feel in certain situations. He places logic where feelings should go, and because he can react accordingly, this odd fact is not known among any other wolf, perhaps even himself. It is, after all, difficult to distinguish between actually feeling and how accurately he reacts the way he should be feeling. Don’t be mistaken though--it is not an act, he is not actively deceiving wolves, he is merely living the way he knows how. Because of this attribute, he is desensitized to pain, violence, blood, and so on.
Mellow Partly due to his lack of emotion, and partly to his humbleness, Augustine will never become worked up, enraged, or offended in any way. He is content with himself, and is deaf to any insults anyone may throw at him. He may defend himself with logic—but he’ll never become passionate about it or push it to the point of physical confrontation. You could call him a pushover to an extent—though only in his idleness and lack of action. If someone were to push him to do something he didn’t wish to do—well, he’d never do it. In spite of his mellow, good nature, he does indeed have a spine—he just chooses when and how to use it.
Herbology The practice fascinates him. A scientist blossoms through the boy as he practices different concoctions and combinations of herbs and plants. He often tests his newest discoveries on caught live rabbits or, on occasion, the unsuspecting wolf who he offers to share a meal with (and conveniently hides said concoction within the meal). He desires to create all sorts of potions, from one that will cause death to one that will bring a wolf back to life.
Notes:
- Slightly corrupted vision, therefore he is incredibly attuned to scents, and prefers them over sights.
- Prefers to go by his full name Augustine, even though some want to shorten it to August. Originally, and in the back of his mind, it is to honor his dead sister Alexia, whose name is shortened by Nera to Lexi.
- No set morals or philosophies-- he figures he doesn't know all of the theories, so he can't possibly choose one knowledgeably.
- Won't judges others for lifestyle choices, but will scorn at them for stubborn ignorance or lack of open mind.
Biography.
- Born in March
He was born with passion smoldering like thick lava in his soul, raw emotion capable of consuming any obstruction threatening to block its path. Of course, being so young with this innate emotion, it couldn’t amount to much force, though it overwhelmed his very soul. He embodied and nurtured passion for everything: for life, for a [i[better[/i] life, for living and learning, and for his sisters. He would spend his young days thinking of ways to make create a better world, for both he and his sisters and all other inhabitants. And by God, he could do it. The eternal skies were his limit, and he knew that one day he would be able to rise above any circumstance. One day. But for then, his body was small and as such created inescapable limitations. Fortune hadn’t favored him well when choosing his parents. They were abusive, controlling beings that would use violence as punishment and a way to create chains ‘round his ankles. And he would have none of it. The young boy would retaliate; bare his tiny milk-fangs and snap out at his savage life-givers. And when he’d be smacked or bitten or kicked, he would continue fight back, all the while crying; for one so small and young, who could expect him to hold a brave heart forever? His elder sister, though overbearing, protected him from many of the attacks—and for that, guilt bubbled in his heart. Along with passion, chivalry burned bright within him—he should be the one protecting his sisters… he should be the one to help them. The boy tried to make up for this by caring especially for the littlest sister, doing his best to shield her from the inescapable horrors of their parents. He spent however long planning their grand escape; together, all three of them would leave for a better life. They’d never have to be hurt again, and could find a peaceful and simple life.
But then his passion was turned inside out so that it burned itself to death. Their little sister died, and was left there in the den, resting in her eternal slumber. Augustine was traumatized upon the discover and tried desperately to rouse her. He begged his pup sitter to create a concoction to bring her back to life, to save her—but of course it couldn’t be done. He stared at the body helplessly while everyone moved about as if nothing happened… not as if she hadn’t existed, but as if she’d never died. But that body was always in his vision, and he couldn’t go along with the foolish act of ignoring death when it stared at him with empty sockets and worm-eaten tongues. Somewhere in there, between the abuse, the neglect, and his sister carrying the bones of his other sister in a motherly fashion, his emotional switch was turned off. Passion subdued to a frozen sea, halting every notion or inkling of feeling. And with that transformation, he was able to reside in that family, now oblivious his parents’ violence, immune to any sort of trauma—and soon enough, he’d forgotten about his wild, fanciful dreams, and the feeling of such love toward his little sister—and anything else.
As they grew, he took lessons of logic to heart. He filled his mind with theories and philosophies, scents and sounds, puzzles and riddles. He was also able to watch the decline and shift in Nera’s personality as well. Was she turning wicked? Insane? No, of course not. He watched her carefully, remembering the way she’d always protected him—he would remain loyal to her. So when she left, disappeared one day, he set off after her, tracking his sister patiently and staying far enough behind to give her decent space. But still he followed her, all the way to these new lands.
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