10-19-2010, 10:28 PM
Character Name: Gaël morte dre Soul
Character Birthdate: May 7, 2008
Whether he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: 50% Wolf, 50% Coyote
Gender: male
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Currently played characters: n/a
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Character Birthdate: May 7, 2008
Whether he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: 50% Wolf, 50% Coyote
Gender: male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): aim - xblindalcatraz
Currently played characters: n/a
How you found 'Souls: affiliate C'x
3 Roleplaying Examples:
Quote:The singing of birds was the first thing he awoke to. Slowly creeping along was the morning sun, casting rays of light along the ground as the hybrid’s tired turquoise eyes lazily blinked open. One hand was rested along the ground while the other was laid over his worn white tee. He didn’t realize at the moment that he had even been asleep. The morte dre Soul man had been tired enough to pass out underneath a tree till morning came.
His body was cold, colder than he really was used to. Scrunching his upper lip, he shifted forward. His right hand - the one that had been on the forest floor - moved to ruffle his slightly messy black bangs. It smelt of pine, he realized that much. The tired traveler simply wasn’t awake yet.
He kept in a yawn, standing up on his own two feet. It didn’t take long until he realized exactly where he had stopped to sleep for the night. The place was almost too familiar for him. His eyes glanced over, almost expecting someone from the damned pack to be creeping up towards him.
There wasn’t anyone there. Gaël was alone with the clothes on his back and his guitar leaned gently against the tree he spent the night under. Exactly how long had he been asleep? How long had he been… here of all places?
His father’s pack wasn’t far off. An hour or two would leave him at the borders to Phoenix Valley. The place was surely beautiful, he even pondered if it still was. Meeting Maluki there at the borders, however, was something that brought distaste to his mouth. A shiver even ran up his spine thinking about the blurred image of his mother falling with a blood stained coat under the monster he had to call a father.
Yet, ‘Maluki’ didn’t seem alive. Gaël, no, the triplets had been tossed aside like the memory of them didn’t matter to this ‘Jefferson’. He couldn’t help but feel more like this mission was an impossible one now than ever.
His head shook mentally in the attempt to rid himself of those thoughts. He was here again, that was all. Something called him here… the worriment that only older brothers have, perhaps. It had been way too long for his comfort that he’d seen Miriette and Heath. In truth, the last time he had seen them was the meeting with ‘Jefferson’.
Taking in a breath, his eyes drew their attention to his guitar. The instrument was a comfort, something that wouldn’t disappear unless he truly pushed it away. In some ways, it helped him keep calm when thoughts like these riddled in his mind.
His hands gently curled around the guitar, hugging it quietly while the birds continued with their songs. It felt like too long since he had played. He glanced, spotting a rock that seemed a bit uncomfortable for a seat, but it would work. Sitting on the small grey boulder, he relaxed, his guitar sitting in his lap as he started to stroke the horse-hair strings.
Quote:Quiet thinking never seemed to leave him. It was better in some ways. Gaël always thought before he spoke unlike some who shouted out whatever came to mind. Yet, it was worse in others. He’d close up and keep his thoughts to himself with other’s questioning what he was thinking about.
His head leaned forward slightly while his black bangs curled over one of his turquoise eyes. This morning started out with a shake, but he was calmed soon enough. There was always something he could relax under. He could brush off the thoughts that usually stabbed him away for the moment. That was enough for now.
His ears were perked, listening to the songs the birds sang while trying to match along with his guitar. A small, content smile was pulled to his lips. The gentle morte dre Soul man wasn’t in the mood for any rough hits. Instead, he was more so in the mood for a calm day alone, or perhaps even a kind, quiet talk.
The smile disappeared as soon as he heard the rustling not far off, his body tensed faintly with his eyes narrowing in a cautious manner. His playing stopped not soon after as he saw a pale tan woman appear. Her words were in English, sounding almost curious to him. It took him a moment to decide if he’d reply back. She seemed interested in his guitar.
“Dis…?” He moved his hand lightly over the instrument, his ears still perked forward. “A guitar,” his words were thick with an accent. It had been awhile since he had even spoken English. French had been the language he was birthed upon… his mother language.
He took in a breath, offering the lady a small gentle smile like he held no threat towards her. If something suddenly happened, he wondered if he could protect himself and not hold any guilt to the damage he’d do. His head simply gave a shake. The gentle giant wouldn’t enjoy harming a soul.
Quote:A heavy breath was taken in as he drew closer towards the shoreline. He found himself moving closer to the pack his father lead. Maybe it was just a twisted yearning to meet him once more, or perhaps the thought of revenge still clouded his thoughts unconsciously. Either way, the hybrid was off on his feet again, traveling along the beach shore.
His turquoise eyes were lowered, staring down at the sand-salt mixture with his guitar strapped along his back. Lugging it around was quite tiring even for him in his Secui form. Though, he had been running around since dawn from the other side of The Dampwoods to the beach.
The morte dre Soul man walked slowly, keeping to the rhythm of taking so many steps before cautiously looking around. Sure, as a loner, he was always cautious, but tried to remain his calm cool personality. There wasn’t too much reason to worry… that was a lie, however. He just wished he could believe it.
His dark ears perked forward at the sounds of splashing and laughter. Gaël narrowed his eyes, getting a better look of a cream and black woman playing along the waves. It didn’t exactly catch his interest to talk to her until he realized that he might as well take a break. His pace quickened slightly in the direction of a rock where he could lean his guitar against.
Getting it to lean in his Secui form was a bit harder than he would have thought it to be. His body twisted awkwardly out of the band that he had used to strap the instrument down to his back. Finally, he caught it with his right leg, moving it back gently before taking a breath of relief.
He glanced over to the lady once more, hesitating. Being a loner meant that he didn’t have a pack to back him up. Yet, he was okay. The only problem is if this lady was actually not as friendly as she seemed. Taking in a soft breath, he decided to act like he usually did. “‘Allo.”
