what're you made of

Spenser De Lange · 01-05-2011, 01:48 AM

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

Before coming to this... slightly god-forbidden land, he'd made sure to primp himself perfectly and came with a couple people carrying his luggage from home. Why his father sent him here, he'd never know; maybe he'd done something wrong and this was his punishment? Fat lot of good it did to punish him for something he had no idea he did, though. Good job, dad. He'd die if he couldn't find a house or something to live in around here, to make sure his possessions were safe and sound. Spenser was pretty sure there'd be a lot of jealous people out there looking for nice clothes and items and would steal from him.

He totally came here with an assumption that he was going to be living with cavemen or something, but he was hoping to be proven wrong. Because if he wasn't, he'd be on his way to the next ship back home in an instant.

Once he got to the pack lands, he stopped along the border. He'd never seen a pack, been close to one, and hadn't studied up on proper pack etiquette, so he had no idea what he was doing, really. Spense was probably too close to the borders, but uh, he didn't really care. He wanted to get a place and settle down before exploring his new... wild home. For a moment he stood and looked around, twiddling his thumbs before looking to one of his helpers for some sort of explanation as to what to do. "You should call," the male hinted carefully, not wanting to tick Spense off. Right, call for someone? He came from a very civilized place, so it would be a wonder if he survived out here. He'd have to buckle down and learn from the pack members. Which he was excited about; it was something totally new and he was always ready to expand his smarts.

So, after another moment of silence, Spenser called out loudly to anyone who was around. "I need assistance," he rumbled, confident someone would quickly run to meet him.

Skye Collins · 01-05-2011, 08:36 PM

[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.

wc: 444

[/html]

Spenser De Lange · 01-05-2011, 10:54 PM

[html]

OOC: Thanks! ;_; That guy is Mathias Lauridsen, mmm male model. And alright, glad I didn't mess up simple math. xDD <33

The cold hadn't bothered the tall male much; being a brown helped him get warmth from the sun where lighter colors would simply reflect, not to mention his pelt was thicker than normal. So he was quite comfortable given his shade, fur, and the clothes he was wearing helped. Today, for whatever reason, he chose to wear a suit-- which he supposed was appropriate since he was going to be living here. He didn't know whether they'd get a good impression from a suit like that did back home. He'd spotted some strangers on the way here, some had accessories but didn't wear clothes. Which he thought was totally weird, but he didn't mind getting a nice view of some of the good-looking folks wandering around, so he wasn't complaining. Much.

While Spense waited for someone to answer his call, he stood tall before placing a somewhat slender hand on his rather curvy hip, looking around with a bit of curiosity in his cold gaze. He did admit that this place was gorgeous, winter or not. He'd always had a fondness for natural beauty in nature. Anything that was pretty got a good opinion from him. His lengthy, silky tail swung slowly and lazily from side to side and a figure coming out from behind a tree caught his attention. Just in time, he was about to get impatient. Even though it hadn't even been more than a few seconds after he requested some help that she appeared. Yes, he was that self-important.

Spenser was pleased to see she was a pretty young thing; she was rather short, too, but a lot tended to be short compared to him. He took his hand off his hip and gave her a pleasant smile, something that both his helpers seemed somewhat shocked at. They both gave each other a look and the tall brown male snapped his fingers to let them know to back off and both of them took a few steps back.

"Spenser De Lange. I'm looking for a place to live," he spoke smoothly, surprisingly managing to keep his tone polite and not at all arrogant and demanding. He took notice to the name of the place she'd given, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. His thoughts switched from somewhere to live to talking about what this place was about, just to he could be sure that this was indeed an artsy place. "Does this place harbor artists?" he asked with a curious tilt of his narrow head. He seemed to get excited at the idea of living among artists and the sort. And naturally, artists were hot. So that was a plus.

Skye Collins · 01-06-2011, 08:57 PM

[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.

wc: 740

[/html]

Spenser De Lange · 01-07-2011, 04:57 AM

[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.

He nodded to her, though, to let her know he was thankful for her answer. He would have replied to what she said before, but wanted to get to the point and respond quickly to her own question. "I have many skills, signorina," he began, sweetly giving her a proper nickname for the moment, "I can read and write as well as speak many different languages, if that's of any use to you. And I suppose I'm decent enough with needle and thread; I can fashion clothes for whomever so needs them." The whole time he spoke he had a smile on his face, his ears finally moving to a more relaxed position atop his head to fit with the rest of his posture. He had no doubt he'd have a home here because he knew he had helpful skills and no one that was sane would refuse him.

Spenser finally glanced over his shoulder after observantly catching her glance back toward the two males behind him. "Those are simply two of my helpers," he said directing his cool blue gaze back to the co-leader, his eyes very obviously showing polite interest and genuine happiness in speaking with her. "That one," he said motioning to the more calm of the two, "Will be staying with me, if that is not a problem for you, signorina." He spoke carefully, remaining polite and not wanting to shove his worthless helpers on her if she didn't want them there.

"And, if you don't mind me inquiring so soon, where will I be staying?"
Spenser assumed accommodations were prepared already, but that could be assuming a lot. "And where within do you, mademoiselle, stay? So I might know where you are if I need assistance again. And, if you'll allow, to come visit," he hinted at flirting with her very lightly, but remained mostly business like, even though his tone was becoming much more amiable. He was growing to like her very quickly.

Skye Collins · 01-07-2011, 08:01 PM

[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."

#00+

[/html]

Skye Collins · 01-07-2011, 08:02 PM

Congratulations! You've been accepted into the craziest bunch of roleplayers on the vast Internet! Please remember to make your first In Character post within five days.

Not sure where or how to start roleplaying? You can check the Open Threads and Thread Requests forum for a list of open threads, as well as tons of people looking to plot out adventures with your new character! You can also start your own thread and see what kinds of interesting characters turn up for you. If you haven't already, please update your profile with detailed information on your character -- it'll help others get a feel for him/her, which in turn will help generate thread ideas.

You can also start doing other cool things like:

Earning Word of the Day points, which can get you custom titles and even icons!
Fulling requirements for the Catacombs, our IC and OOC achievement system.
Participate in general chats and discussions in OOC Garbage.

You can find general roleplay help and guidelines, as well as a wealth of information on our werewolves and the 'Soulsverse on the RP Guide. Don't feel pressured to read it all at once though! The guide is a huge resource and is meant to be used as a reference for various aspects of the game. If you're feeling lost or confused, don't hesitate to post a question in Roleplay Aides, or to seek out a Mentor.

Spenser De Lange · 01-08-2011, 02:55 AM

[html]

WC: 605

OOC: tehehehe. I'd love to finish this, if you don't mind. Big Grin 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

When she said it wouldn't be a problem for his helper to stay, he gave a nod. His helper was eager to get Spenser's stuff to their new home, but he didn't know the way. It was honestly the only reason he was still standing there in the background. The brown male waved a hand over his shoulder at them, signaling for the one who wasn't staying to beat it, and he did make a hasty retreat. Spenser wasn't easy for either of them to deal with, but particularly for that one. Which the tall model noticed easily and helped in his decision to keep the more confident of the two of them. "Thank you, mademoiselle," he said with a courteous bow of his head, keeping eye contact with her as he did so. She was very pleasant to be around and he was going to do what he could to stay in her company for a while yet. But he didn't want to be a burden to the beauty, so he'd make sure she knew she could leave when she wanted.

Spenser gave a small nod at her slightly rhetorical question before she continued. He was relieved to know they had a town within these lands with houses he could get cozy in. It sounded like a nice place and he couldn't wait to go there and see the houses. He wasn't expecting any mansions or anything as fancy as what he was used to, but he did expect it to be a very scenic, beautiful place. He wouldn't live any where else. His tail swayed gently behind him as that small, polite smile stay plastered to his angular face, not replying to her until she had finished speaking for the moment. He listened carefully with his full attention on her, curiosity filling his visage. "I'm quite sure that Craftsman would suit just fine, although I do dabble in writing every now and then. I'm not sure what suits me," he said thoughtfully. He didn't know any of the other ranks there were, so couldn't be certain what suited him the most. Since sewing is what I could mainly do to help out, I suppose that rank would be best, would you agree?" He wanted to be sure he was going to get the right rank or whatever and wanted her opinion on it.

"Oh, and if I might ask, could you show me the way to town, and perhaps your house so I might see you again after this?" He smiled sweetly at her. And I didn't quite properly introduce myself," he added before she could speak. He wanted to correct the frankness he'd had before with a more polite introduction. I am Spenser De Lange, hailing from Denmark. It is a pleasure to meet you, min Frue," he said as if meeting her was an honor, and lowered himself into a very proper, deep bow with one arm crossed over his abdomen. After that he stood and extended his hand to take hers, very gently so he didn't startle her with his confident movements, and leaned down to lay a kiss upon her dainty hand. He released her easily and stood up, smiling pleasantly. "It is an honor to be met with such a beauty and kind lady such as yourself." Now, this wasn't him simply kissing ass; he did want her to like him, but this was him genuinely complimenting her and meaning it. It was just his way of being polite to someone he finds himself already quite fond of. And a girl such as Skye deserved all of it.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?