Post by Gwilym on Oct 16, 2009 7:46:10 GMT
Player’s Name: Victoria
Roleplay Experience: About nine years
It isn't wonderful, but I'm cutting myself some slack just to get it up here and going.
Name: Gwilym
Nickname: N/A
Species: Gewyn
Gender: Male
Birthday: 23rd of Tredecimber, year XXXIIII [21 years]
Appearance:
Face Claim – Matt Dallas
----In Human Form
Like the rest of his kind, Gwilym has very pale skin. He is marked with the usual scratches and scars that come of being a Gewyn male, living on his own and fighting for a space in the forest. He stands at six feet and four inches tall, and is well-built but still lean. His face is quite youthful, with well-defined cheekbones and eyebrows that are more often than not drawn together into a frown. His eyes are very light blue and fringed with dark lashes, and his hair is a chin-length pitch black mat of wavy locks (mixed in with some dirt, twigs and leaves, of course).
----In Wolf Form
As a wolf, he is black with brown undertones. He is a particularly lithe and short-haired wolf, giving him the appearance of being less than well-fed. His eyes are the same light blue, and the strong definition of his cheekbones echoes the lines of his human facial structure.
Personality:
----Visionary
Gwilym dreams big. He hates the idea of restriction or restraint, and itches to go beyond the bounds of the established rules or status quo. Even if he doesn’t always carry through with them, he constantly finds himself making plans to do what most others would call foolish or even suicidal.
----Brave
A.k.a. stupid. Gwilym isn’t afraid of much. He has a very high tolerance for pain, and though he isn’t the strongest, fastest or most influential wolf in the wood, he is certainly among the most daring. He has many times taken on creatures during a hunt that he shouldn’t have, such as wild boars or elk bucks. Sometimes (rarely) he even comes out successful.
----Reverent
Always looking for a deeper meaning (and often finding it), he has a deep respect for the natural world and for beauty. Beauty is his
----Restless
Gwilym isn’t always an idiot, and he does occasionally realise the faults in his own ambitions. Even acknowledging foolhardy ideas, he still finds it hard to not rush into them anyway. He is restless, always wanting to go out and do something.
----Sensual
He is an escapist, an experience-seeker, and sensationalist. His greatest pleasure is pleasure itself – a good scent, fresh air, the taste of cold water, the feel of rain on his skin, the colors of a vibrant flower.
----Estranged
He has no love for his kind. He disliked his parents, disliked his siblings, and dislikes just about every wolf he meets. This dislike manifests itself into callousness and threats, which forces him farther and farther away from company, which is just how he likes it.
Biography:
Gwilym was born in the evening on the 23rd day of Tredecimber, just a few days after Yule. His father was a Gewyn named Kynan, and his mother was called Caraf. He had two older sisters, Aeron and Amser, one of whom died shortly after his birth (killed by a Guardian). Seeking revenge, Caraf fell to the same fate shortly afterward. As was usual for his kind, Gwilym left his pack just as soon as he could hunt on his own.
Making his way was difficult, but he managed. He took up residence in a natural cave on the northern part of the woods, liking the dark and the way the rain made the soil soft. As a young pup, he would lie for hours practicing throwing his conciousness around the forest. Eventually, he let his eye wander to the human village. What he ‘experienced’ there astonished and fascinated him. He thought that the humans were quite small, and disliked when they were loud and boisterous.
When he was fifteen years old he decided to creep to the edge of the forest for the first time. He wanted to push the limits, to see what would happen, to dare for the sake of daring. It was his first run-in with a Guardian, and the first time that he realised that he could shift half-way in order to fight. He barely survived the encounter, but it reinforced the deep and unrelenting hatred he felt toward the felines. His goal became to penetrate the human village, to slip past a Guardian and make them feel shame and failure. It is a goal he has not let slip from his sight, and for which he prepares constantly.
Roleplay Experience: About nine years
It isn't wonderful, but I'm cutting myself some slack just to get it up here and going.
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Name: Gwilym
Nickname: N/A
Species: Gewyn
Gender: Male
Birthday: 23rd of Tredecimber, year XXXIIII [21 years]
Appearance:
Face Claim – Matt Dallas
----In Human Form
Like the rest of his kind, Gwilym has very pale skin. He is marked with the usual scratches and scars that come of being a Gewyn male, living on his own and fighting for a space in the forest. He stands at six feet and four inches tall, and is well-built but still lean. His face is quite youthful, with well-defined cheekbones and eyebrows that are more often than not drawn together into a frown. His eyes are very light blue and fringed with dark lashes, and his hair is a chin-length pitch black mat of wavy locks (mixed in with some dirt, twigs and leaves, of course).
----In Wolf Form
As a wolf, he is black with brown undertones. He is a particularly lithe and short-haired wolf, giving him the appearance of being less than well-fed. His eyes are the same light blue, and the strong definition of his cheekbones echoes the lines of his human facial structure.
Personality:
----Visionary
Gwilym dreams big. He hates the idea of restriction or restraint, and itches to go beyond the bounds of the established rules or status quo. Even if he doesn’t always carry through with them, he constantly finds himself making plans to do what most others would call foolish or even suicidal.
----Brave
A.k.a. stupid. Gwilym isn’t afraid of much. He has a very high tolerance for pain, and though he isn’t the strongest, fastest or most influential wolf in the wood, he is certainly among the most daring. He has many times taken on creatures during a hunt that he shouldn’t have, such as wild boars or elk bucks. Sometimes (rarely) he even comes out successful.
----Reverent
Always looking for a deeper meaning (and often finding it), he has a deep respect for the natural world and for beauty. Beauty is his
----Restless
Gwilym isn’t always an idiot, and he does occasionally realise the faults in his own ambitions. Even acknowledging foolhardy ideas, he still finds it hard to not rush into them anyway. He is restless, always wanting to go out and do something.
----Sensual
He is an escapist, an experience-seeker, and sensationalist. His greatest pleasure is pleasure itself – a good scent, fresh air, the taste of cold water, the feel of rain on his skin, the colors of a vibrant flower.
----Estranged
He has no love for his kind. He disliked his parents, disliked his siblings, and dislikes just about every wolf he meets. This dislike manifests itself into callousness and threats, which forces him farther and farther away from company, which is just how he likes it.
Biography:
Gwilym was born in the evening on the 23rd day of Tredecimber, just a few days after Yule. His father was a Gewyn named Kynan, and his mother was called Caraf. He had two older sisters, Aeron and Amser, one of whom died shortly after his birth (killed by a Guardian). Seeking revenge, Caraf fell to the same fate shortly afterward. As was usual for his kind, Gwilym left his pack just as soon as he could hunt on his own.
Making his way was difficult, but he managed. He took up residence in a natural cave on the northern part of the woods, liking the dark and the way the rain made the soil soft. As a young pup, he would lie for hours practicing throwing his conciousness around the forest. Eventually, he let his eye wander to the human village. What he ‘experienced’ there astonished and fascinated him. He thought that the humans were quite small, and disliked when they were loud and boisterous.
When he was fifteen years old he decided to creep to the edge of the forest for the first time. He wanted to push the limits, to see what would happen, to dare for the sake of daring. It was his first run-in with a Guardian, and the first time that he realised that he could shift half-way in order to fight. He barely survived the encounter, but it reinforced the deep and unrelenting hatred he felt toward the felines. His goal became to penetrate the human village, to slip past a Guardian and make them feel shame and failure. It is a goal he has not let slip from his sight, and for which he prepares constantly.
