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- Spenser De Lange - 01-05-2011 Character Birthdate (including year): September 21, 2008(profile says the site is set in 2010, but this could be wrong) Species: Labrador/Eastern Timber wolf Gender: Male Preferred Ark Rank: Craftsmen A Secondary Form of Contact: AIM: Reamwolf Yahoo: etoilechetare Currently Played Characters: none How You Found 'Souls: Initial Post: [html] OOC: Just a quick note, he has two npc helpers in this post, but one will be leaving and one will stay. And very bad post, need to get back into his character. xD
- Skye Collins - 01-05-2011 [html] Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte! Love your character's personality, by the way. (and the guy on your table!!) :3 And your birthdate is right; the date is in liquid time, which means that right now, it's 2011. The weather was still very chilly, and Skye couldn't believe she had almost forgotten how cold it could get in the winter months. Her creamy-colored pelt didn't soak up much sunlight, to be honest. It was, however, thick enough for the winter; but that didn't mean she couldn't walk around in the snow without clothes on. Clothes were so practical; they protected her fur from getting wet from the white powder that fell from the sky and often melted on someone's head, and they kept her warm enough so that she could take a walk in peace and quiet. Right now, she wore a warm coat that was lined with fur on the inside, and long, soft pants that hugged her legs. It was a very comfortable style, and she thought that she may wear it again sometime. She was glad to be on her lonesome. She had been bombarded by people almost nonstop since she'd been in Souls, and the signs didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. She was glad of all the friends and new people she was meeting, but quite honestly, she wanted some nice...relaxing...time to herself. And today was the perfect day to do so. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, revelling in the cool air - wait, what was that? Her eyes snapped open as she sniffed once more; a wolf. Rather, a few wolves - perhaps three. She deftly flashed through the forest, her keen eyes seeing through the dark, dense trees, and then she saw them. The one in the front was easily more impressive, his coat clean and pristine and his brown, dark fur groomed well. He held himself quite high, shoulders thrust back and chin up in the air. Skye had to stifle a giggle at his important posture, reminding herself that he was a guest. She then heard his request - he required assistance. Skye stepped out from behind the tree and smiled at the wolf. "Assistance is here," she said with a hint of a laugh. "I am Skye Collins, co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte; how may I help you?" She thought this man was quite formal - a trait she rather liked. It seemed from the clothes and what seemed to be business-like suitcases that he had been civilized before he had come to the area of Nova Scotia and Skye's small but expanding pack; and that also suggested that he was smart. Perhaps he could read? Skye loved someone who could read; right now, she only knew two or three other members of the pack that could. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> wc: 444 [/html] - Spenser De Lange - 01-05-2011 [html] OOC: Thanks! ;_; That guy is Mathias Lauridsen, mmm male model. And alright, glad I didn't mess up simple math. xDD <33
- Skye Collins - 01-06-2011 [html] i can see why he's a male model! <3 xD The taller brown wolf then took his hand off his hip and gave her a friendly smile. Skye complied, giving him a quick grin, and noticed that his two companions were slightly shocked at the behavior. She wasn't sure why; this man seemed nice enough, but you could never know with new people. Perhaps he wasn't nice to others, and just wanted to make a good impression? Well, that was understandable, if he was just irritable; sometimes, Skye wanted to scream at everybody and tell them to leave her alone. But mostly Skye was a happy person, relaxed and content, and she wasn't very easily angered. She guessed she would just have to wait and see what this man was like. Apparently, this man had some sort of authority over the other two; as soon as a loud snap left the tips of his fingers, they backed up a pace or two in total submission. She quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. Perhaps he had been the leader of a very small pack, consisting of only these two and himself, and they listened to everything he said. Or at least, they listened to most things he said - they had backed up immediately, like he was their master or something. Well, she would just have to wait and see; and if the brown wolf didn't explain who they were or why they listened to him so readily, it wasn't really her business, anyway. So...the Luperci was Spenser De Lange. That was a strange name, one she hadn't heard before; she wondered where it was from. And, of course, he was looking for a place to live. Skye gave him a quick once-over, and decided that the man would be most at home in Thornbury, the town that was located in the forests of Cercatori d'Arte. If his suit and his briefcases didn't tell her anything about where he was used to living, his style of speaking certainly did - he was polite, but to the point, and Skye rather liked that. Much better than someone who wasn't certain of themselves, or felt that they had something to prove to the leader. She saw a smile tugging at his mouth, and assumed that this was the place he had been looking for, and that someone had told him about it. That was interesting; she wondered who would give him a recommendation for Cercatori d'Arte; maybe Pixie Frost, the wolf she had met that was from Crimson Dreams? Perhaps Dawali, who was the chief of the Native American-esque tribe of AniWaya? Whoever it had been, Skye owed them a thanks; Cercatori d'Arte was always welcome to new members. "Quite," Skye said in response to the man's question of if the place had lots of artists. "Cercatori d'Arte is a haven for artists - the name, translated to English, means 'Seekers of Art'." She was quite intrigued by this new man; he was very different from all their other joiners so far, and was even different from Bangle, which was saying a lot. Bangle was very different. She continued. "But if you're not an artist, you are still welcome here in our family and home," she said happily. "What sort of skills do you have that would help our pack?" She didn't like asking the question very much, but it was required of leaders to ask it, and so she would anyway. But it seemed at a glance that the man was very well-prepared, and could read. If he could, that would be more than reason to let him in the pack; readers were very welcome. And if he was an artist, well, that wouldn't hurt a bit in the Seekers of Art. Her gaze drifted briefly over the other two that were accompanying him; she wondered if they were going to join the pack with him. She had thought that it was none of her business, but of course, if she were going to accept this man, she would have to know if he had any family or friends with him. She would be more than happy to house them, of course, but it was still nice to know if he did. Although the word that fit these men weren't friends or family...no, by the looks of it, they were more like accomplices. .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> wc: 740 [/html] - Spenser De Lange - 01-07-2011 [html] Spenser had already almost forgotten his two helpers. One in particular seemed the most uneasy; he'd be the one who was going back home to return serving the taller male's father. At this point in time, he was most interested in learning about the pack. Even maybe learning some more about his pretty new companion. She was perfectly modest and friendly, but had a high position and held it well. She was very informative. He was tickled that she translated the name for him when he understood it perfectly, and couldn't help but give a comment back, "Lo so, cosa piuttosto giovane," he said smoothly and suavely, obviously beginning to relax around her. His posture was lowered somewhat, just enough to say he was now calm and content and not so worried about having that perfect impression. She seemed to like him well enough already. His helpers were a little off-put by how kind he was being to her, but they expected it. He was always like that with people he thought were pretty in some way.
- Skye Collins - 01-07-2011 [html] Great! Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte! I'll accept you and get you titled up, and you can start posting In Character, and we can continue this thread if you'd like. :3 Skye smiled a bit as the man spoke Italian. Naming the pack in Italian was Shawchert's idea, so she didn't know much of it, but she had learned a little from reading the books in the library on it. It seemed that it would be a good idea to learn the language your pack was named in. And from the way the man spoke and the gleam in his eye as well as the words, Skye knew that he had told her that he knew; and he had also called her a 'pretty young thing'. She thought she remembered that line from somewhere, like a song or something that she'd read, but she couldn't be sure. This man, she decided, was very suave and smooth, and handsome to boot. Skye herself was usually considered pretty by others, but she never flaunted the fact, and liked to wear clothes or loose clothing just because it was more comfortable for her. But this man was handsome - and he knew it. The suit that he wore complimented his slender figure greatly, and the way that he held his body suggested that he thought himself rather important. But he wasn't so arrogant that he held himself in a position of dominance; he held his tail and his ears at a relaxed level, giving respect to the co-leader. The skills that he posed were excellent ones that were useful to the pack; she had guessed that this well-dressed man would be able to read, but none of the members of the pack could speak different languages, and precious few knew how to sew. Her eyes gleamed with understanding that this would be a perfect addition to the pack, and a handsome one at that. She nodded at the two helpers, as Spenser described them, and the brown man's eyes showed cool politeness and interest. "That won't be a problem at all," she said, giving a friendly look to the person that he said would be staying. She then paid attention as Spenser asked where he would be staying. She gave him another once-over, took in his business attire, and then, without hesitating, spoke; "Members are allowed to stay wherever they want," she said, "but I imagine you'd like a more civilized abode?" Her eyes glittered, her tone slightly teasing. "We have a town, Thornbury, with many sturdy houses that would suit you and your helper well. I also live in one of these houses, right next to the garden." Her voice warmed as the man asked about where she lived and if she could visit, and her thoughts couldn't help but flitting quickly to Bangle. The coywolf and her weren't a couple, but there were very suggestive things between them - the dance in the lake, for instance, and that warm, strange feeling that had overcome her then. But now wasn't the time for romantic tangles, and Skye was free to flirt with anyone she liked, for now. "There is just one more thing," the creamy-white girl said. "What rank would you like to hold? There are many art ranks, such as Artist and Craftsman, but there is also a General Member rank for those who have no specific art skill." .skyefreebe01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fefbee; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #333e46; } .skyefreebe01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #cde4f3; text-align:center;} .skyefreebe01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .skyefreebe01 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#cde4f3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ree001.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px solid #fefbee; padding: 0px 0px 165px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#485259; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .skyefreebe01-border1 {width:506px; border:1px solid #485259; margin:0 auto;} .skyefreebe01-line1 {width:470px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b5cee0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+ [/html] - Skye Collins - 01-07-2011
- Spenser De Lange - 01-08-2011 [html] WC: 605 OOC: tehehehe. I'd love to finish this, if you don't mind. sorry if he suddenly changed, I've been rping him over email with a friend and he's developed to be more... knightly to those he likes. xD
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