Post by Gabryth on Nov 7, 2009 17:33:21 GMT
Player’s Name: Ben
Player's Gender: N/A
Roleplay Experience: 6+ years
Name: Gabryth
Species: Gewyn
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
wolf form
Like the rest of his family his markings are much like that of a gray wolf, only slightly bigger and with deep gray/green eyes. His legs are covered in white fur, as is the underside of his belly. The upper part of his torso and head are a dark brown, almost black, color. Even his tail and muzzle have much the same coloring. As a wolf Gabryth is more lean than stocky, definitely considered the runt of the family. It’s quite apparent that strength is not Gabryth’s strong suit, which is probably why he ends up with nothing more than the clothes on his back. He simply cannot hold his own against others like himself and he definitely doesn’t have the ability to fight off the Guardians of Benevolence.
human form
Just as his wolf form Gabryth is definitely not the largest or tallest of his people. He hardly stands at 6’1” and has little muscle. His lean features are rather sickly compared to that of his fathers and his brothers whom he unfortunately runs into every now and then. Just as his wolf form his eyes are a gray/green color, holding much more human qualities than many of the wolves around him. Dark brown hair, almost black, adorns his head and he finds hair grows rather quickly on his face, coming in at the same color as the hair on his head. He has pale flesh, almost swallow as he sees no sunlight in his human form, but still manages to find solace in the darkness.
Personality:
Gabryth is not your typical Gewyn. He actually has no love for his kind, curses himself and his wolf form. There is nothing he likes about himself. He hates the fact that he has to kill to survive. Despises the yearn for human blood and recoils from the sound of his own kind, taking to hiding himself away avoiding any battle that would pit him against another Gewyn or Guardian for that matter. He can’t take his mind off of the humans or the Guardians. A part of him wishes he wasn’t cursed, wishes that he could become a human permanently, to walk with the girl that he’s been watching for years…to find out her name. Obsessed with protecting her and watching her Gabryth has lost sight of who he is and what humans are really meant for. He cares only about making sure she’s safe and would challenge any Gewyn or Guardian if it meant he was defending her. His obsession makes him vulnerable, his senses dulled, and his ability to rationalize is hardly apparent. Gabryth is a mind over matter sort of guy…he cares little for the stuff going on around him and lives in his thoughts. They are overwhelming at times, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. They are what keep him human, even in the mid day when all humanness is gone from his body. It’s the one thing he holds on to and perhaps makes him more human than most of his kind.
Biography:
Born in Duober on the second, Gabryth was the last of the litter. Having two brothers and a sister arrive before him, Gabryth was already thought of as the weak link…the one expected not to survive. He was much smaller than his brothers and sister. Born defenseless into the world as all pups were, he had a natural curiosity for the world, even at so young an age. Before he could even see or hear he’d wander further from his mother and father than the other pups. Maybe it was a sign of his curious nature, or perhaps a sign that he’d forever be distant from his family. Whatever it was the world came into perspective as the pups began to receive their eyesight and hearing…as he was in the womb Gabryth developed last…almost weeks after his brothers and sister. His parents thought for sure he would never gain the ability to see or hear, but he was merely a late bloomer. As such the others picked on him, meaning he constantly had to stand up for himself and defend himself. It led for a rough childhood, but his mother seemed to latch on to him the most of all the pups. She was always helping him along, teaching him all that she knew, and taught him about the world they lived in. Gabryth was lucky to have her care so much for him, as his father just found his lack of strength and agility disappointing.
As time wore on, Gabryth spent more time with his mother than his father, while the others went to hunt he’d sit with his mother and watch over his sister or the other pups that came along every year. It wasn’t natural; at least that’s what his father thought. He was constantly getting after Gabryth…the submissive son. As the years wore on and his brothers finally left the cave, his father’s attention was focused completely on him. Though his mother tried to protect him, his father had no use hunting for another mouth that should be out fighting for his own piece of land. The fight that went down between father and son was a bloody one. Gabryth had not required any skills to help him win such a battle and he didn’t want to either. He wouldn’t fight his father and after the pathetic battle ended, Gabryth knew he must leave. His tail between his legs and his head down, Gabryth slowly dispersed from his childhood home, moving on. The goodbye from his mother had been short and bittersweet. It was obvious she didn’t expect him to survive the night on his own and honestly he wasn’t sure he would either. With the Guardians out there and other Gewin…the chance of surviving was rare.
Gabryth was wandering for days it seemed through the woods…he’d been unable to catch even the smallest of meals. It looked like the end wasn’t too far off when the trees started to thin, through the thinning tree line he could make out a small village. He ducked down quickly, gray/green eyes watching the village as his paws and body slowly lowered to the ground, lying as still as possible as he watched. There was a child…hardly older than he, but yet she was human. His furry head slowly bent to the right, his eyes never leaving her. She was dancing…laughing and dancing with several others her age. The world seemed to slide into some strange realm as he felt his body shake with a need he’d never known before. It was terrifying, the way his tongue licked across his chops. He would never hurt her…at least he didn’t think he would. A part of him wanted to, that was for certain, but the other part of him…the human part, wanted nothing more than to know her, to find out her name.
Before he knew what he was doing, Gabryth slowly stalked out of the woods trying to get closer, his eyes focused on only her as he moved. It would have all been perfect until a stench that made his stomach turn hit his nose. He smelt the Guardian before he saw it sprinting at him. The sun was still in the sky at that hour, hardly, but still there, meaning the Guardian wouldn’t be able to change, but that didn’t mean Gabryth wanted an encounter with one. Taking off back into the woods at a fast sprint, he didn’t look back as the cat followed him through the woods. There wasn’t any way he could get away from her…his young form not nearly spry enough to get him away from the cat, who was quicker that he was…more graceful. As he stumbled and tripped over the obstacles, the cat just seemed to fly and the chase seemed to last forever as the sun slowly disappeared.
Fear overtook Gabryth, as his form seemed to change unwillingly into the young boy that he was, unable to run anymore. Panicked and winded Gabryth turned to stare at the huge Guardian. Stepping back his foot hit a log, there was no saving him as he stumbled back, falling on his back. This was it. The moment in which he’d die. The Guardian spoke to him, he wasn’t used to speaking…sure he’d been taught, but words were elusive to him…they never quite made sense. The Guardian was a hard soul it seemed…dark, angry, and obviously hated the Gewin as all Guardians did, but there was also something there, in his eyes, that Gabryth was not expecting. It was pity. Maybe it was the bruises and cuts that Gabryth had sustained from his brush with his father…or maybe it was how Gabryth cowered now…he’ll never be sure, but he begged for his life and it worked. The Guardian wasn’t going to kill him, but it was the only time he’d find mercy from him. The next time the Guardian saw him he would kill him. Gabryth merely nodded his head, watching as the terrifying yet merciful Guardian disappeared back into the woods.
At that Gabryth found himself hating his own kind…a race that showed no mercy to anyone, sure he’d heard stories of the Guardians destroying pups, but after his own encounter he couldn’t believe that. The mercy that was showed him made him fear and honor the Guardians as if he were apart of their own race. It taught him more than he cared to think about. The will to survive the land finally rose up in him and he staked out a claim near the thinning trees. Far enough in that his scent wouldn’t reach the village, but not far enough away that he couldn’t see the houses. He feared the cats more than anyone could imagine, but what he feared more was being unable to see the village and the girl that had enraptured him so. For ten years he watched that girl…watching her grow, never knowing her name…just knowing that he wanted to know everything about her. So he sits even now…watching her.
Player's Gender: N/A
Roleplay Experience: 6+ years
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Name: Gabryth
Species: Gewyn
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
wolf form
Like the rest of his family his markings are much like that of a gray wolf, only slightly bigger and with deep gray/green eyes. His legs are covered in white fur, as is the underside of his belly. The upper part of his torso and head are a dark brown, almost black, color. Even his tail and muzzle have much the same coloring. As a wolf Gabryth is more lean than stocky, definitely considered the runt of the family. It’s quite apparent that strength is not Gabryth’s strong suit, which is probably why he ends up with nothing more than the clothes on his back. He simply cannot hold his own against others like himself and he definitely doesn’t have the ability to fight off the Guardians of Benevolence.
human form
Just as his wolf form Gabryth is definitely not the largest or tallest of his people. He hardly stands at 6’1” and has little muscle. His lean features are rather sickly compared to that of his fathers and his brothers whom he unfortunately runs into every now and then. Just as his wolf form his eyes are a gray/green color, holding much more human qualities than many of the wolves around him. Dark brown hair, almost black, adorns his head and he finds hair grows rather quickly on his face, coming in at the same color as the hair on his head. He has pale flesh, almost swallow as he sees no sunlight in his human form, but still manages to find solace in the darkness.
Personality:
Gabryth is not your typical Gewyn. He actually has no love for his kind, curses himself and his wolf form. There is nothing he likes about himself. He hates the fact that he has to kill to survive. Despises the yearn for human blood and recoils from the sound of his own kind, taking to hiding himself away avoiding any battle that would pit him against another Gewyn or Guardian for that matter. He can’t take his mind off of the humans or the Guardians. A part of him wishes he wasn’t cursed, wishes that he could become a human permanently, to walk with the girl that he’s been watching for years…to find out her name. Obsessed with protecting her and watching her Gabryth has lost sight of who he is and what humans are really meant for. He cares only about making sure she’s safe and would challenge any Gewyn or Guardian if it meant he was defending her. His obsession makes him vulnerable, his senses dulled, and his ability to rationalize is hardly apparent. Gabryth is a mind over matter sort of guy…he cares little for the stuff going on around him and lives in his thoughts. They are overwhelming at times, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. They are what keep him human, even in the mid day when all humanness is gone from his body. It’s the one thing he holds on to and perhaps makes him more human than most of his kind.
Biography:
Born in Duober on the second, Gabryth was the last of the litter. Having two brothers and a sister arrive before him, Gabryth was already thought of as the weak link…the one expected not to survive. He was much smaller than his brothers and sister. Born defenseless into the world as all pups were, he had a natural curiosity for the world, even at so young an age. Before he could even see or hear he’d wander further from his mother and father than the other pups. Maybe it was a sign of his curious nature, or perhaps a sign that he’d forever be distant from his family. Whatever it was the world came into perspective as the pups began to receive their eyesight and hearing…as he was in the womb Gabryth developed last…almost weeks after his brothers and sister. His parents thought for sure he would never gain the ability to see or hear, but he was merely a late bloomer. As such the others picked on him, meaning he constantly had to stand up for himself and defend himself. It led for a rough childhood, but his mother seemed to latch on to him the most of all the pups. She was always helping him along, teaching him all that she knew, and taught him about the world they lived in. Gabryth was lucky to have her care so much for him, as his father just found his lack of strength and agility disappointing.
As time wore on, Gabryth spent more time with his mother than his father, while the others went to hunt he’d sit with his mother and watch over his sister or the other pups that came along every year. It wasn’t natural; at least that’s what his father thought. He was constantly getting after Gabryth…the submissive son. As the years wore on and his brothers finally left the cave, his father’s attention was focused completely on him. Though his mother tried to protect him, his father had no use hunting for another mouth that should be out fighting for his own piece of land. The fight that went down between father and son was a bloody one. Gabryth had not required any skills to help him win such a battle and he didn’t want to either. He wouldn’t fight his father and after the pathetic battle ended, Gabryth knew he must leave. His tail between his legs and his head down, Gabryth slowly dispersed from his childhood home, moving on. The goodbye from his mother had been short and bittersweet. It was obvious she didn’t expect him to survive the night on his own and honestly he wasn’t sure he would either. With the Guardians out there and other Gewin…the chance of surviving was rare.
Gabryth was wandering for days it seemed through the woods…he’d been unable to catch even the smallest of meals. It looked like the end wasn’t too far off when the trees started to thin, through the thinning tree line he could make out a small village. He ducked down quickly, gray/green eyes watching the village as his paws and body slowly lowered to the ground, lying as still as possible as he watched. There was a child…hardly older than he, but yet she was human. His furry head slowly bent to the right, his eyes never leaving her. She was dancing…laughing and dancing with several others her age. The world seemed to slide into some strange realm as he felt his body shake with a need he’d never known before. It was terrifying, the way his tongue licked across his chops. He would never hurt her…at least he didn’t think he would. A part of him wanted to, that was for certain, but the other part of him…the human part, wanted nothing more than to know her, to find out her name.
Before he knew what he was doing, Gabryth slowly stalked out of the woods trying to get closer, his eyes focused on only her as he moved. It would have all been perfect until a stench that made his stomach turn hit his nose. He smelt the Guardian before he saw it sprinting at him. The sun was still in the sky at that hour, hardly, but still there, meaning the Guardian wouldn’t be able to change, but that didn’t mean Gabryth wanted an encounter with one. Taking off back into the woods at a fast sprint, he didn’t look back as the cat followed him through the woods. There wasn’t any way he could get away from her…his young form not nearly spry enough to get him away from the cat, who was quicker that he was…more graceful. As he stumbled and tripped over the obstacles, the cat just seemed to fly and the chase seemed to last forever as the sun slowly disappeared.
Fear overtook Gabryth, as his form seemed to change unwillingly into the young boy that he was, unable to run anymore. Panicked and winded Gabryth turned to stare at the huge Guardian. Stepping back his foot hit a log, there was no saving him as he stumbled back, falling on his back. This was it. The moment in which he’d die. The Guardian spoke to him, he wasn’t used to speaking…sure he’d been taught, but words were elusive to him…they never quite made sense. The Guardian was a hard soul it seemed…dark, angry, and obviously hated the Gewin as all Guardians did, but there was also something there, in his eyes, that Gabryth was not expecting. It was pity. Maybe it was the bruises and cuts that Gabryth had sustained from his brush with his father…or maybe it was how Gabryth cowered now…he’ll never be sure, but he begged for his life and it worked. The Guardian wasn’t going to kill him, but it was the only time he’d find mercy from him. The next time the Guardian saw him he would kill him. Gabryth merely nodded his head, watching as the terrifying yet merciful Guardian disappeared back into the woods.
At that Gabryth found himself hating his own kind…a race that showed no mercy to anyone, sure he’d heard stories of the Guardians destroying pups, but after his own encounter he couldn’t believe that. The mercy that was showed him made him fear and honor the Guardians as if he were apart of their own race. It taught him more than he cared to think about. The will to survive the land finally rose up in him and he staked out a claim near the thinning trees. Far enough in that his scent wouldn’t reach the village, but not far enough away that he couldn’t see the houses. He feared the cats more than anyone could imagine, but what he feared more was being unable to see the village and the girl that had enraptured him so. For ten years he watched that girl…watching her grow, never knowing her name…just knowing that he wanted to know everything about her. So he sits even now…watching her.
ADMIN NOTE:
OOOH the mystery! "...watching her." Adore him.
He should meet Nerys. He should avoid Maddock at all costs.
OOOH the mystery! "...watching her." Adore him.
He should meet Nerys. He should avoid Maddock at all costs.