06-29-2011, 01:54 AM
Character Name: Fjor "Wasteoide" Geirrson
Character Birthdate: September 24, 2009
Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus lupus.
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes yes yes!
How you found 'Souls?: I googled for a good werewolf RPG, honestly.
Are you joining a pack?: Loner
Profile or writing examples:
Coming soon. Camping rare spawns in WoW and writing.
The grass was spongy beneath his feet: damp, laden with dew. A thick fog was rolling slowly across the field, encroaching from the dimly-lit forests surrounding the hidden oasis. The moon, half-obscured by cloud cover, bathed his face in an eery glow that pronounced his pale complexion. Slowly, he approached the altar erected in the center of the field.
Four stone pillars jutted out at awkward angles from the ground surrounding the altar, tapering to sharpened points at their peaks about four feet off the ground. Atop each spike rested a human skull, old and weather-beaten. Between the four pillars lay an elevated stone slab, six feet by three feet. The grass around the slab was withered and dying, and the crevices of the slab held evidence of dried blood. Behind the altar was a pile of bones, human and animal alike.
Kevin knelt before the altar, bowing his head solemnly. He had been absent from the sacred ground for too long, and had begun to feel its call again since his wife's death. But he had to wait - he needed the beetles to do their work. It takes a long time to strip the flesh from a corpse, and the altar would accept nothing less than a pristine offering from a deceased worshiper.
Her death had taken a toll on the entire clan. Forty three years was too short for a woman like her. She had brought Kevin into his new life, as she had so many others. She mediated family arguments with patience and wisdom, and guided many rituals herself. And she had loved him - she had shown him more love than he had ever thought the world could hold. She took him from an abusive relationship, which had followed an abusive upbringing, and brought him to people who cared for him, to people who would die for him. And he wished so honestly, so selflessly, that he could have taken the bullet for her.
With her death, the family was falling apart. In the few weeks since her passing the family had already split into two, and there were further divides. Three members had left. Kevin had been wobbling between the two splits, praying secretly that they would work out their issues and rejoin each other in her memory. He was given much by Elaine, but he didn't have her strength, her power of will, and under his leadership the coven would disintegrate completely.
He unzipped his jacket and reached in to the right breast pocket. He drew out three small bones, the largest approximately an inch long, the other two slightly smaller. He transferred them to his right hand, and reached into his pocket again. He withdrew a golden band, his hand trembling.
A whimper escaped his lips, breaking the chilling silence. For a moment he was paralyzed, unable to act, unable to speak, unable to open his eyes as a wave of memories washed over him. Flipping her hair, stroking his cheek, the taste on her lips, the feel of her fingertips softly pressing into his back and neck. And then he broke down, dropping to his knees, cradling his lover's ring finger and wedding band in his hands. He rocked back and forth, crying uncontrollably, barely able to breathe, sucking in sharp, shallow breaths between sobs. For what felt like hours he knelt on the ground, clutching his hands to his chest. But when he finally regained his composure, the moon had barely moved.
With bloodshot eyes, muscles trembling with exhaustion, he rose and stepped towards the altar. Gently, carefully, he laid his left hand on the altar, and with his right hand he arranged the bones in a line on the center of the slab, raising the ring to his lips for one final kiss before placing the golden band around the largest of the bones, the base of her finger. And then he knelt, and he prayed. He prayed for his family, his coven, everyone he loved. He prayed briefly for himself, for the lords to fill him with the strength to guide him out of the darkness surrounding him. And he prayed for Elaine.
Character Birthdate: September 24, 2009
Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus lupus.
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes yes yes!
How you found 'Souls?: I googled for a good werewolf RPG, honestly.
Are you joining a pack?: Loner
Profile or writing examples:
Coming soon. Camping rare spawns in WoW and writing
.The grass was spongy beneath his feet: damp, laden with dew. A thick fog was rolling slowly across the field, encroaching from the dimly-lit forests surrounding the hidden oasis. The moon, half-obscured by cloud cover, bathed his face in an eery glow that pronounced his pale complexion. Slowly, he approached the altar erected in the center of the field.
Four stone pillars jutted out at awkward angles from the ground surrounding the altar, tapering to sharpened points at their peaks about four feet off the ground. Atop each spike rested a human skull, old and weather-beaten. Between the four pillars lay an elevated stone slab, six feet by three feet. The grass around the slab was withered and dying, and the crevices of the slab held evidence of dried blood. Behind the altar was a pile of bones, human and animal alike.
Kevin knelt before the altar, bowing his head solemnly. He had been absent from the sacred ground for too long, and had begun to feel its call again since his wife's death. But he had to wait - he needed the beetles to do their work. It takes a long time to strip the flesh from a corpse, and the altar would accept nothing less than a pristine offering from a deceased worshiper.
Her death had taken a toll on the entire clan. Forty three years was too short for a woman like her. She had brought Kevin into his new life, as she had so many others. She mediated family arguments with patience and wisdom, and guided many rituals herself. And she had loved him - she had shown him more love than he had ever thought the world could hold. She took him from an abusive relationship, which had followed an abusive upbringing, and brought him to people who cared for him, to people who would die for him. And he wished so honestly, so selflessly, that he could have taken the bullet for her.
With her death, the family was falling apart. In the few weeks since her passing the family had already split into two, and there were further divides. Three members had left. Kevin had been wobbling between the two splits, praying secretly that they would work out their issues and rejoin each other in her memory. He was given much by Elaine, but he didn't have her strength, her power of will, and under his leadership the coven would disintegrate completely.
He unzipped his jacket and reached in to the right breast pocket. He drew out three small bones, the largest approximately an inch long, the other two slightly smaller. He transferred them to his right hand, and reached into his pocket again. He withdrew a golden band, his hand trembling.
A whimper escaped his lips, breaking the chilling silence. For a moment he was paralyzed, unable to act, unable to speak, unable to open his eyes as a wave of memories washed over him. Flipping her hair, stroking his cheek, the taste on her lips, the feel of her fingertips softly pressing into his back and neck. And then he broke down, dropping to his knees, cradling his lover's ring finger and wedding band in his hands. He rocked back and forth, crying uncontrollably, barely able to breathe, sucking in sharp, shallow breaths between sobs. For what felt like hours he knelt on the ground, clutching his hands to his chest. But when he finally regained his composure, the moon had barely moved.
With bloodshot eyes, muscles trembling with exhaustion, he rose and stepped towards the altar. Gently, carefully, he laid his left hand on the altar, and with his right hand he arranged the bones in a line on the center of the slab, raising the ring to his lips for one final kiss before placing the golden band around the largest of the bones, the base of her finger. And then he knelt, and he prayed. He prayed for his family, his coven, everyone he loved. He prayed briefly for himself, for the lords to fill him with the strength to guide him out of the darkness surrounding him. And he prayed for Elaine.