Post by crescendo on Sept 20, 2007 21:32:37 GMT -5
-The Role player-
Your name:
Jamie
Any nicknames?:
Jana, Wulfie
Activity:
9.4
-The Character-
Name:
Crescendo
Age:
Perhaps 11-12 Seasons? He's very old.
Gender:
Male
Description:
He's a midtone brown wolf with violet eyes. (I didn't want my character to look too unique, so I guess his eyes will be the only thing that stands out.) He's pretty old so his fur is graying up in areas such as his paws and muzzle. His tail isn't graying out yet. HE'S PROUD OF IT. HARHAR. Anyway, he also likes to relate everything to music. "The Song Of Nature and Liferum (life also, pronounced 'lif-er-um')" so to speak. His face is funny-looking, it's sort of stretched into an eternal smile.
History:
Far back when he was a pup, he led a fairly normal life till about his first season. In his pack, every wolf had some sort of magical thingy-ma-bob that he/she develops. The power just doesn't develop till the pup's first season.
Little Cres showed no signs of having any power whatsoever. So, he was cast off as a disgrace to the tribe. Mummie and Pappi = push him around and constantly tries to 'cure' him. This includes grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and throwing off the side of a cliff to see if he could spout wings and fly.
Eventually, he has to leave the pack because he's a constant hassle to take care of. (Really, he wasn't. They just couldn't afford to do things for him all the time that the other wolves could do because of their power.) This leads into how he travels vast distances when he was old enough.
The development of his power begins in the middle of his 2nd season. Pfft, his tribe kicked him out too early. (harhar.) It really is arguable how he acquires the power and what it really is. Most would say he went nuts from loneliness and sought 'love' from nature around him because he began seeing everything as ethereal representations of animals. Some can think of this power as a way of communicating with almost all of nature.
Also, he came into contact with native humans that often let their man-cubs play with him. He is a little too nice for his kind, really. So anyway, His loneliness somewhat fades away little by little and a new form of passion is born.
As a cub, he would always play on his own, frolicking about as if he was dancing. Now, this little habit has risen again accompanied by 'music'. He adds in 'dancing' in the strange way he walks. When he's on his own at night, he dances to the light of Khaleuvoir (The name he gives the moon.). ...Alright, whatever, let's face it, he dances to everything. (XD)
The 'music' aspect is prompt by the Indian's tradition to tell stories in front of campfire (stories are often accompanied by the beating of drums, performers, and some sort of simple instrument that made the sound of a bird((flute-ish thing)) ) Crescendo is absorbed by this entertainment.
In time, young Cres quickly caught on to the basics of rhythm and tone. Tune and feeling. He internalized the marvelous thing called 'music' and soon, it is his way of life. It is his religion, his belief.
The ethereal animals mentioned before often adopts a tune he associates them with. All of nature has its own song. And it is the rising of Farim (This name is what Crescendo calls the sun.) that breaths hope into Cres' heart and soul.
Thus begins Crescendo's journey of meeting and seeing new creatures and hearing what song each has to offer.
On a side note, a lot of animals he met on his journey thought he was a nut case because of his odd behavior and silly ways. But many take a liking to him after a while because of his kind and gentle nature.
Role playing Sample:
The sun is rising. A gentle rhythmic beat accompanies the slow ascension of fire and light. Ah... The strum of heart strings that is the source of Farim's morning aria. Even in the silence of the earth below, there is always a song tucked away in the folds of quietness. A casual yawn is released into the air, striking a harmonic cord as low as the grande.
Graying is the light mahogany fur that coats the body of Old Crescendo. The wind dances between each line of fur, chilling his body with the start of the next movement. With a soft content sigh, he raises his grayed muzzle into the air to shatter the remnants of the ritardando with a simple howl.
It echoes over the golden plains far below the hill that was Crescendo's current stand. He slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon the glowing earth around him. Such beauty... It prompts a stirring in a melancholic space in his heart.
Yet, he does not allow the memories to consume his mind. Though he does not hide the pain away, it all plays itself out in an ardent symphony that shakes the earth that is his mind. It was a tune only he could hear and comprehend. Crescendo's eyes hid nothing, their dark violet hue glistening lilac in the morning sun, and showed only the deepest of affections.
"What a beautiful display of rising above the horizon line. From you, today's display is quite rare. Ah... I wonder what music the creatures of these lands have to share. Today is the day... that I move on and find the better solace for the day's divine. "
Closing his eyes, he tilts his muzzle towards the sun. Through the crimson glow of his eyelids, he watches the fiery ethereal brilliance purr and caress his body with the warmth of its rays.
Your name:
Jamie
Any nicknames?:
Jana, Wulfie
Activity:
9.4
-The Character-
Name:
Crescendo
Age:
Perhaps 11-12 Seasons? He's very old.
Gender:
Male
Description:
He's a midtone brown wolf with violet eyes. (I didn't want my character to look too unique, so I guess his eyes will be the only thing that stands out.) He's pretty old so his fur is graying up in areas such as his paws and muzzle. His tail isn't graying out yet. HE'S PROUD OF IT. HARHAR. Anyway, he also likes to relate everything to music. "The Song Of Nature and Liferum (life also, pronounced 'lif-er-um')" so to speak. His face is funny-looking, it's sort of stretched into an eternal smile.
History:
Far back when he was a pup, he led a fairly normal life till about his first season. In his pack, every wolf had some sort of magical thingy-ma-bob that he/she develops. The power just doesn't develop till the pup's first season.
Little Cres showed no signs of having any power whatsoever. So, he was cast off as a disgrace to the tribe. Mummie and Pappi = push him around and constantly tries to 'cure' him. This includes grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and throwing off the side of a cliff to see if he could spout wings and fly.
Eventually, he has to leave the pack because he's a constant hassle to take care of. (Really, he wasn't. They just couldn't afford to do things for him all the time that the other wolves could do because of their power.) This leads into how he travels vast distances when he was old enough.
The development of his power begins in the middle of his 2nd season. Pfft, his tribe kicked him out too early. (harhar.) It really is arguable how he acquires the power and what it really is. Most would say he went nuts from loneliness and sought 'love' from nature around him because he began seeing everything as ethereal representations of animals. Some can think of this power as a way of communicating with almost all of nature.
Also, he came into contact with native humans that often let their man-cubs play with him. He is a little too nice for his kind, really. So anyway, His loneliness somewhat fades away little by little and a new form of passion is born.
As a cub, he would always play on his own, frolicking about as if he was dancing. Now, this little habit has risen again accompanied by 'music'. He adds in 'dancing' in the strange way he walks. When he's on his own at night, he dances to the light of Khaleuvoir (The name he gives the moon.). ...Alright, whatever, let's face it, he dances to everything. (XD)
The 'music' aspect is prompt by the Indian's tradition to tell stories in front of campfire (stories are often accompanied by the beating of drums, performers, and some sort of simple instrument that made the sound of a bird((flute-ish thing)) ) Crescendo is absorbed by this entertainment.
In time, young Cres quickly caught on to the basics of rhythm and tone. Tune and feeling. He internalized the marvelous thing called 'music' and soon, it is his way of life. It is his religion, his belief.
The ethereal animals mentioned before often adopts a tune he associates them with. All of nature has its own song. And it is the rising of Farim (This name is what Crescendo calls the sun.) that breaths hope into Cres' heart and soul.
Thus begins Crescendo's journey of meeting and seeing new creatures and hearing what song each has to offer.
On a side note, a lot of animals he met on his journey thought he was a nut case because of his odd behavior and silly ways. But many take a liking to him after a while because of his kind and gentle nature.
Role playing Sample:
The sun is rising. A gentle rhythmic beat accompanies the slow ascension of fire and light. Ah... The strum of heart strings that is the source of Farim's morning aria. Even in the silence of the earth below, there is always a song tucked away in the folds of quietness. A casual yawn is released into the air, striking a harmonic cord as low as the grande.
Graying is the light mahogany fur that coats the body of Old Crescendo. The wind dances between each line of fur, chilling his body with the start of the next movement. With a soft content sigh, he raises his grayed muzzle into the air to shatter the remnants of the ritardando with a simple howl.
It echoes over the golden plains far below the hill that was Crescendo's current stand. He slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon the glowing earth around him. Such beauty... It prompts a stirring in a melancholic space in his heart.
Yet, he does not allow the memories to consume his mind. Though he does not hide the pain away, it all plays itself out in an ardent symphony that shakes the earth that is his mind. It was a tune only he could hear and comprehend. Crescendo's eyes hid nothing, their dark violet hue glistening lilac in the morning sun, and showed only the deepest of affections.
"What a beautiful display of rising above the horizon line. From you, today's display is quite rare. Ah... I wonder what music the creatures of these lands have to share. Today is the day... that I move on and find the better solace for the day's divine. "
Closing his eyes, he tilts his muzzle towards the sun. Through the crimson glow of his eyelids, he watches the fiery ethereal brilliance purr and caress his body with the warmth of its rays.