Post by Leander on Jan 18, 2010 18:26:37 GMT
Player’s Name: Liinen (or Line, if you prefer)
Player's Gender: Femme fatale
Roleplay Experience: It must be about.. 5 years.
Name: Leander
Species: Guardian
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Face claim: Sam Worthington
Appearance:
When approached by Leander, a common feeling is that of being in the presence of someone reminiscent of a lion; tall, strong and with a tendency to saunter in a very straightforward manner. He measures a full six feet and three inches as a human, and as with any person accustomed to move his body a lot, is the owner of quite the muscle mass. All in all an intimidating presence. Due to his heritance, Leander’s skin is pale and clean, only featuring a dark stubble around his jaw if attention slipped one early morning. He has a rather broad face and a serious look about him. The hair topping his head is light brown in colour and soothingly short, enabling him to neglect it without suffering odder looks, thus fitting his general approach to the maintenance of his public face. With eyes of a blue hue, they will quickly appear a different colour is he wearing the right clothes, and in the dark they tend to look nearly black.
Of course, his cat form resembles his humanoid form. The fur retains the light brown colour of his hair, though with a slight darkening over his back. For a cat he would be considered rather large, and bears marks of various run-ins with the Gewin. The most noticeable of these scars are his right ear, which is halfway cut off, and a minor portion of his tail having gotten bitten off. A battered countenance, yet still a strong, wilful specimen.
Personality:
Leander is loyal; loyal to the point of death. Despite this, he will not always commit, knowing full well that desperate times call for desperate measures. A little evil to serve a greater good. In his past lie several intricate dealings, which he does his best to forget, and he would rather not have them held against him – for one can justify many a horrible thing. In battle, he is intrepid and effective, not acting harsh, but keeping his wits about him. Rather than rushing about in anger, slaying all in his way, he lets his enemies come to him. Things were not always so, however, but now he acts much older in this respect. Due to his normally compassionate nature, he will shed blood whilst being in a detached state, firmly believing dying should not be subject to celebration. Still, he has a hard or even merciless quality, admitting that he gives no second chances, and may often behave cold, driven and even callous.
His smile and laughter is easily triggered, yet whether it is genuine or not dearly depends on the situation. The man is strangely cynical, and will rarely believe the best of the people he encounter, be it woman or man. Despite being strong in his cause, the Guardian is not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, even if he comes easily to decisions, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. He is quite content with working alone; indeed, he may even experience some discomfort when placed in positions of authority, and may try to do everything himself rather than insist that others do their part.
But he does have as big a heart as most other Guardians (though admittedly spiked with some bitterness), and there are times when Leander is, apparently, one of the most rewarding and genuine people that an individual could care to meet. He is thoughtful and considerate, and this chivalry springs forth if an opportunity arises. His wariness with strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth he is warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of himself to those in need – although, curiously, his interest may wane when the recipient is no longer in trouble. He derives a great deal of satisfaction from caring for others, and he offers his comfort gently and helpfully, as he enjoys assisting the downtrodden and can handle disability and neediness in others better than most people – mainly because he has been subject to it himself.
It does take a lot to truly get to his heart and capture it completely. Which is why he might present a somewhat distant image, with a kind of classical, near-Victorian dark allure that belongs in velveteen bedchambers and Shakespearean villains. While his ability to express his feelings is muted and more illustrated by gestures than by words and expressions, he is a passionate and amorous man who feels things deeply, both the agony and the bliss.
Biography:
Leander was born at night, in human form, and a big one at that. That was a minor foreshadowing what his parents were concerned, and his size did not diminish with time. In his youth he was very playful, always testing the boundaries that were set forth, and there more than a few who were concerned this trait would not disappear with time. Yet he grew to take his responsibilities rather seriously, whilst still finding time for a wee bit of mirth here and there. A prepubescent curiosity made him seek out humans during night-time, simply for playing innocent games of tag, to play-pretend he belonged in their world too. A world in which his kind were simply a myth... Whenever he heard of a Guardian falling in fight, he pondered how that might have happened, for he felt sure a large feline could take on a canine any day. It was not always about measuring size and muscles however, and his first run-in with the Gewin lost him a part of his tail, earning him a bruised ego and greater understanding of the risks he would be facing in the future.
He was always someone to be trusted, and trusted he became, with time, as he proved himself by following the instructions he was given. That is, until the one day he crossed the line. The five laws were as clear in his mind as any others and he would have followed them to a fault… had it not been for his mother coming into the equation. She was getting weaker due to a wound to the hind legs, but she still tagged alongside him and another Guardian that night, expecting it to be calm and quiet. Run into a couple Gewin they did, two that did not fare too well with the older woman. Seeing his mother getting thrown carelessly in the air with as much difficulty as a child lifting his favourite toy provoked the young adult. His fellow watchman, however, saw the danger of the situation and decided it best for them to escape. For Leander, escaping was no option. As a result, the cat standing in his way became a hindrance in his attempt to rescue his mother, and suddenly the Guardian found himself fighting his friend as well.
Once he had broken through the wall his real opponents came into view. Managing to murder one, having the second one run away from him, Leander was left heaving in a crop, alongside the mangled body of one Gewin and two barely breathing Guardians. Needless to say, he had to face the Elders’ Council. His friend, whom was blinded and otherwise stuck with lasting wounds, surprisingly enough chose not to lash out against him. That factor, and his mother present to speak his cause, ruled out a death penalty. He was, however, an outcast. No longer the prodigal son, Leander accepted the result of his sin and withdrew from his former duties. That was how he found his new home, in the Strangeway residence, as the outcast Guardian of an outcast family. They too needed watching, and not always just from the wolves at night. Humans could be equally as gruesome, and this group was not held in high esteem.
Player's Gender: Femme fatale
Roleplay Experience: It must be about.. 5 years.
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Name: Leander
Species: Guardian
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Face claim: Sam Worthington
Appearance:
When approached by Leander, a common feeling is that of being in the presence of someone reminiscent of a lion; tall, strong and with a tendency to saunter in a very straightforward manner. He measures a full six feet and three inches as a human, and as with any person accustomed to move his body a lot, is the owner of quite the muscle mass. All in all an intimidating presence. Due to his heritance, Leander’s skin is pale and clean, only featuring a dark stubble around his jaw if attention slipped one early morning. He has a rather broad face and a serious look about him. The hair topping his head is light brown in colour and soothingly short, enabling him to neglect it without suffering odder looks, thus fitting his general approach to the maintenance of his public face. With eyes of a blue hue, they will quickly appear a different colour is he wearing the right clothes, and in the dark they tend to look nearly black.
Of course, his cat form resembles his humanoid form. The fur retains the light brown colour of his hair, though with a slight darkening over his back. For a cat he would be considered rather large, and bears marks of various run-ins with the Gewin. The most noticeable of these scars are his right ear, which is halfway cut off, and a minor portion of his tail having gotten bitten off. A battered countenance, yet still a strong, wilful specimen.
Personality:
Leander is loyal; loyal to the point of death. Despite this, he will not always commit, knowing full well that desperate times call for desperate measures. A little evil to serve a greater good. In his past lie several intricate dealings, which he does his best to forget, and he would rather not have them held against him – for one can justify many a horrible thing. In battle, he is intrepid and effective, not acting harsh, but keeping his wits about him. Rather than rushing about in anger, slaying all in his way, he lets his enemies come to him. Things were not always so, however, but now he acts much older in this respect. Due to his normally compassionate nature, he will shed blood whilst being in a detached state, firmly believing dying should not be subject to celebration. Still, he has a hard or even merciless quality, admitting that he gives no second chances, and may often behave cold, driven and even callous.
His smile and laughter is easily triggered, yet whether it is genuine or not dearly depends on the situation. The man is strangely cynical, and will rarely believe the best of the people he encounter, be it woman or man. Despite being strong in his cause, the Guardian is not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, even if he comes easily to decisions, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. He is quite content with working alone; indeed, he may even experience some discomfort when placed in positions of authority, and may try to do everything himself rather than insist that others do their part.
But he does have as big a heart as most other Guardians (though admittedly spiked with some bitterness), and there are times when Leander is, apparently, one of the most rewarding and genuine people that an individual could care to meet. He is thoughtful and considerate, and this chivalry springs forth if an opportunity arises. His wariness with strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth he is warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of himself to those in need – although, curiously, his interest may wane when the recipient is no longer in trouble. He derives a great deal of satisfaction from caring for others, and he offers his comfort gently and helpfully, as he enjoys assisting the downtrodden and can handle disability and neediness in others better than most people – mainly because he has been subject to it himself.
It does take a lot to truly get to his heart and capture it completely. Which is why he might present a somewhat distant image, with a kind of classical, near-Victorian dark allure that belongs in velveteen bedchambers and Shakespearean villains. While his ability to express his feelings is muted and more illustrated by gestures than by words and expressions, he is a passionate and amorous man who feels things deeply, both the agony and the bliss.
Biography:
Leander was born at night, in human form, and a big one at that. That was a minor foreshadowing what his parents were concerned, and his size did not diminish with time. In his youth he was very playful, always testing the boundaries that were set forth, and there more than a few who were concerned this trait would not disappear with time. Yet he grew to take his responsibilities rather seriously, whilst still finding time for a wee bit of mirth here and there. A prepubescent curiosity made him seek out humans during night-time, simply for playing innocent games of tag, to play-pretend he belonged in their world too. A world in which his kind were simply a myth... Whenever he heard of a Guardian falling in fight, he pondered how that might have happened, for he felt sure a large feline could take on a canine any day. It was not always about measuring size and muscles however, and his first run-in with the Gewin lost him a part of his tail, earning him a bruised ego and greater understanding of the risks he would be facing in the future.
He was always someone to be trusted, and trusted he became, with time, as he proved himself by following the instructions he was given. That is, until the one day he crossed the line. The five laws were as clear in his mind as any others and he would have followed them to a fault… had it not been for his mother coming into the equation. She was getting weaker due to a wound to the hind legs, but she still tagged alongside him and another Guardian that night, expecting it to be calm and quiet. Run into a couple Gewin they did, two that did not fare too well with the older woman. Seeing his mother getting thrown carelessly in the air with as much difficulty as a child lifting his favourite toy provoked the young adult. His fellow watchman, however, saw the danger of the situation and decided it best for them to escape. For Leander, escaping was no option. As a result, the cat standing in his way became a hindrance in his attempt to rescue his mother, and suddenly the Guardian found himself fighting his friend as well.
Once he had broken through the wall his real opponents came into view. Managing to murder one, having the second one run away from him, Leander was left heaving in a crop, alongside the mangled body of one Gewin and two barely breathing Guardians. Needless to say, he had to face the Elders’ Council. His friend, whom was blinded and otherwise stuck with lasting wounds, surprisingly enough chose not to lash out against him. That factor, and his mother present to speak his cause, ruled out a death penalty. He was, however, an outcast. No longer the prodigal son, Leander accepted the result of his sin and withdrew from his former duties. That was how he found his new home, in the Strangeway residence, as the outcast Guardian of an outcast family. They too needed watching, and not always just from the wolves at night. Humans could be equally as gruesome, and this group was not held in high esteem.
