Karkahn's Characters~
Jul 3, 2011 11:53:47 GMT -5
Post by karkahn on Jul 3, 2011 11:53:47 GMT -5
Name: Vincint
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Elemental Signs (and where they're located): Beast/Mind
The Beast sign is located on the outside of his right thigh. The Mind sign is on his left shoulder.
He has an affinity with deer and has two small antlers, barely three inches long, as well deer like ears.
Home Nation: Originally he came from the Beastlands and was apart of the Seere Clan. Since the destruction of his clan he plans to go to Sensatia to be trained in the uses of the Mind sign.
History: Vincint was born in Seere with only a single sign,and like his parents and two brothers bore an affinity towards to deer. They weren't the most approachable people among the clan, skittish and often keeping to themselves, but they always did their respective duties in helping tend to the many fields. The friends they made were held close to their hearts, loved to the point that they may as well have been family and were treated as such.
It had been a pleasant existence for Vincint, if a bit boring at times, but he'd been content with that, boring was safe.
Faeries though, as he had learned the hard way, were not the happy, peaceful creatures of myth but something so much more dangerous. Vincint had been among the traders when they struck, when the fires started. And he'd been only able to think of his family, his mother home tending to a sickly brother, his father in the fields, and his other brother... The one who'd fought with father earlier that day and had trotted off...
He'd fought to get to the house, to make his way through the mass of bodies, both the ones fleeing and the ones dying alike to reach their small home; crying out in despair once he saw it already burning it, and through the window he could see his mother, lying face down over his previously ill brother, both unmoving now and he could only assume the worst.
Trembling, and feeling ill he lurched back a few unsteady steps before racing off for the fields, but even from here he could see the smoke billowing in the sky, as well as feel the heat from the fires raging.
Which left only his brother, and the hope that perhaps, perhaps in his ire he had ventured away from the Clan, but if only he knew where...
Turning he began to run, breathing heavily as he fought through the smoke and fire blindly, coughing fit to burst a lung with each inhale of thick, smokey air. He forced his way through the people, some screaming in fear, others moaning in pain as Vincint fought his way through the masses towards the outskirts of Seere. But his movements were getting slower and it was getting harder to breathe with each passing moment. His mind was screaming at him, screaming to get out and to find the last member of his family that might be alive.
That was when the pain struck. At first Vincint had thought his sleeve had caught fire, but with the way his hand clapped reflexively over the area made it clear that wasn't the case. The burning sensation sweeping over him wrenched a cry from his lips, tears welling in his eyes as he clamped them shut and fell to his knees.
When the pain began to fade and he finally opened his eyes what he saw wasn't the scene from before, but rather, there was his brother, settled against the side of a house, his body slumped to the side and also unmoving, just as his mother had been.
Still on his knees he stared blindly at the body, but between one slow blink and the next the scene had faded, and Vincint found he was still in the midst of the crowd, being stumbled over as his people tried to race to safety. Distantly he acknowledged that he was no longer having the same difficulty breathing he had been moments before, that the flames didn't feel so hot or the smoke so oppressive. It was with a heavy heart that he slowly climbed to his feet and mutely headed for the one area that wasn't burning at a sedated pace.
Later, he would find himself waking in a barn, settled in the back with a fawn settled near him. The sunlight streaming through the dirty window told him that some time had passed, but Vincint couldn't bring himself to get up and survey the damage just yet, instead he peeled up the sleeve of his tunic to find the cause of his pain earlier. The young man had been surprised to see the sign there, still tender from where it had seared itself into his flesh. It was a sign he'd only seen a few times, but he knew it's meaning well enough. Mind.
As much as it pained Vincint to think it, perhaps this was a sign for him to move on, away from the secluded life that Seere had provided. And so his decision was made, that he would help the other survivors, they would bury their people, mourn their loved ones, and then he would take his leave. It was time to move on, and learn the ways of the new sign that had been bestowed upon him by the Forces.
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Elemental Signs (and where they're located): Beast/Mind
The Beast sign is located on the outside of his right thigh. The Mind sign is on his left shoulder.
He has an affinity with deer and has two small antlers, barely three inches long, as well deer like ears.
Home Nation: Originally he came from the Beastlands and was apart of the Seere Clan. Since the destruction of his clan he plans to go to Sensatia to be trained in the uses of the Mind sign.
History: Vincint was born in Seere with only a single sign,and like his parents and two brothers bore an affinity towards to deer. They weren't the most approachable people among the clan, skittish and often keeping to themselves, but they always did their respective duties in helping tend to the many fields. The friends they made were held close to their hearts, loved to the point that they may as well have been family and were treated as such.
It had been a pleasant existence for Vincint, if a bit boring at times, but he'd been content with that, boring was safe.
Faeries though, as he had learned the hard way, were not the happy, peaceful creatures of myth but something so much more dangerous. Vincint had been among the traders when they struck, when the fires started. And he'd been only able to think of his family, his mother home tending to a sickly brother, his father in the fields, and his other brother... The one who'd fought with father earlier that day and had trotted off...
He'd fought to get to the house, to make his way through the mass of bodies, both the ones fleeing and the ones dying alike to reach their small home; crying out in despair once he saw it already burning it, and through the window he could see his mother, lying face down over his previously ill brother, both unmoving now and he could only assume the worst.
Trembling, and feeling ill he lurched back a few unsteady steps before racing off for the fields, but even from here he could see the smoke billowing in the sky, as well as feel the heat from the fires raging.
Which left only his brother, and the hope that perhaps, perhaps in his ire he had ventured away from the Clan, but if only he knew where...
Turning he began to run, breathing heavily as he fought through the smoke and fire blindly, coughing fit to burst a lung with each inhale of thick, smokey air. He forced his way through the people, some screaming in fear, others moaning in pain as Vincint fought his way through the masses towards the outskirts of Seere. But his movements were getting slower and it was getting harder to breathe with each passing moment. His mind was screaming at him, screaming to get out and to find the last member of his family that might be alive.
That was when the pain struck. At first Vincint had thought his sleeve had caught fire, but with the way his hand clapped reflexively over the area made it clear that wasn't the case. The burning sensation sweeping over him wrenched a cry from his lips, tears welling in his eyes as he clamped them shut and fell to his knees.
When the pain began to fade and he finally opened his eyes what he saw wasn't the scene from before, but rather, there was his brother, settled against the side of a house, his body slumped to the side and also unmoving, just as his mother had been.
Still on his knees he stared blindly at the body, but between one slow blink and the next the scene had faded, and Vincint found he was still in the midst of the crowd, being stumbled over as his people tried to race to safety. Distantly he acknowledged that he was no longer having the same difficulty breathing he had been moments before, that the flames didn't feel so hot or the smoke so oppressive. It was with a heavy heart that he slowly climbed to his feet and mutely headed for the one area that wasn't burning at a sedated pace.
Later, he would find himself waking in a barn, settled in the back with a fawn settled near him. The sunlight streaming through the dirty window told him that some time had passed, but Vincint couldn't bring himself to get up and survey the damage just yet, instead he peeled up the sleeve of his tunic to find the cause of his pain earlier. The young man had been surprised to see the sign there, still tender from where it had seared itself into his flesh. It was a sign he'd only seen a few times, but he knew it's meaning well enough. Mind.
As much as it pained Vincint to think it, perhaps this was a sign for him to move on, away from the secluded life that Seere had provided. And so his decision was made, that he would help the other survivors, they would bury their people, mourn their loved ones, and then he would take his leave. It was time to move on, and learn the ways of the new sign that had been bestowed upon him by the Forces.