04-16-2012, 02:21 PM
1.Character Name: Ignatius
2.Character Birthdate: May 15th, 2008
3.Gender: Male
4.Species: Canis lupus familiaris: Mutt
5.Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
6.Other 'Souls Characters: (List other active characters here. Not required for new members.)
7.How you found 'Souls?: Web search
8.Are you joining a pack?: Loner
9.If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?:
10.Profile or three writing examples:
1. It was dark by the time Ignatius had gotten everything ready but a small fire lit the clearing next to his camp. The flames cast dancing shadows that made even the scene of laughter that he had painted on his cart seem sinister. Logs of every size and shape had been placed on one side of the fire, seats for his audience who were just starting to arrive. He busied himself in his cart, making sure he had all his props ready, as the last of the pack filtered in and took their seats. He turned as he heard them quietly whispering to each other and pulled the deep hood of his cloak up over his head. Tonight he was dressed in a deep blue that matched the shadows of the moonless night. Tonight he was part of the shadows.
With movements that matched the dancing of the shadows, he crept up behind the fire unseen. Suddenly the fire shot towards the sky, burning brighter and larger for a few seconds before calming down again. A few seconds was all it took to get the poi lit and Ignatius emerged after the fire had settled with the handle of a tethered fireball in either hand. He shook the cloak from around his shoulders and let it fall to the ground behind him as he stepped away from the fire and closer, but not too close, to the audience. Beneath the cloak, he was clothed in black leather from his hands to his feet, the best way he had found not to set his fur on fire.
He watched the faces of his audience carefully, judging their reactions as he started to twirl the poi slowly. He spun them together at first, so that they went up and down at the same time. However, as he warmed up, he slowed one briefly and then picked up the steady motion of the swing again so that they were going up and down at opposite times. He continued to play with them, sometimes having them go two different directions or at different times, as he introduced his performance. The white of his teeth stood out in the darkness as he spoke quietly, but strongly. “Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Dance of Fire.”
2. His audience seemed entranced by the spinning balls of fire, but not afraid of them. Ignatius waited a few seconds after his introduction, his emerald eyes making a final sweep over the crowd, before crossing the poi in front of him and snapping them back in a faster motion than before. He crossed them a few more times before he really began to dance. He started to crisscross the poi in elaborate patterns, swinging them in every direction to make beautiful designs that encircled him.
His feet started to move once he got comfortable with the motions of his hands. Small hops and slight turns were all he did at first, adding the motion of his body to the motion of the poi swinging around him. His biggest move, and the end of his performance, was a flip that took him completely off the ground while he swung the poi hard into the earth so that sparks flew up and the twin balls of fire were extinguished. He landed on one knee and rested for a moment to catch his breath before jumping up to his feet. Both arms lifted straight out, the handles still clasped in his paws, and he took a bow.
He straightened up and flung the poi over his shoulders so they were no longer in the dirt. The applause and cheers coming from the audience were music to his ears and he smiled warmly out at them. “Thank you, thank you.” He held up his paws to stop the cheers but the smile never left his maw. “It has been a pleasure performing for you this night.” He bowed again; as he straightened, he let his arms fall to his sides. “I hope you had as much fun as I did.” He chuckled softly. “Now you will have to excuse me, it has been a long day and I will need my rest before tomorrow.” He winked subtly at the nearest female and then turned to pick up his things.
3. He had been a fool to choose the coldest season to make his journey north. He should have stayed in the south with the coyotes that were so fascinated by his songs and his fire. He had wanted to see the whole world though. He just didn’t think that it would take so long to get here. By the way the coyotes had talked one would have thought the place they called Canada was just a few days journey, not the half a year it had taken him. Ignatius had suffered for his mistake and had lost his small little packhorse to the cold and the hunger. Pippa, his beautiful mare, had managed to survive the journey. Spring had arrived just in time.
He had seen few packs since he had arrived in the northern land but the last wolves he had come across had spoke of an isolated territory that at least ten packs called home. He was sometimes a little too trusting, but he had been taught to respect all the different kinds of canines, no matter if they are a coyote, a wolf, a loner or part of a pack. Thus, he was travelling further north in search of these packs. It would be a welcome relief from the solidarity of travelling and he was ready to settle down for a month or two and entertain these northern wolves.
He was nearing the sea; he could feel it on the wind as it blew past. He called softly to Pippa, who was pulling along his small, covered cart while he walked beside her, to tell her to stop. It was getting dark and he was tired. This was a good place to make camp for the night; the ground was flat and mostly dry. In the morning, they would find and cross the Isthmus of Chignecto and find the packs they had heard of.
2.Character Birthdate: May 15th, 2008
3.Gender: Male
4.Species: Canis lupus familiaris: Mutt
5.Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
6.Other 'Souls Characters: (List other active characters here. Not required for new members.)
7.How you found 'Souls?: Web search
8.Are you joining a pack?: Loner
9.If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?:
10.Profile or three writing examples:
1. It was dark by the time Ignatius had gotten everything ready but a small fire lit the clearing next to his camp. The flames cast dancing shadows that made even the scene of laughter that he had painted on his cart seem sinister. Logs of every size and shape had been placed on one side of the fire, seats for his audience who were just starting to arrive. He busied himself in his cart, making sure he had all his props ready, as the last of the pack filtered in and took their seats. He turned as he heard them quietly whispering to each other and pulled the deep hood of his cloak up over his head. Tonight he was dressed in a deep blue that matched the shadows of the moonless night. Tonight he was part of the shadows.
With movements that matched the dancing of the shadows, he crept up behind the fire unseen. Suddenly the fire shot towards the sky, burning brighter and larger for a few seconds before calming down again. A few seconds was all it took to get the poi lit and Ignatius emerged after the fire had settled with the handle of a tethered fireball in either hand. He shook the cloak from around his shoulders and let it fall to the ground behind him as he stepped away from the fire and closer, but not too close, to the audience. Beneath the cloak, he was clothed in black leather from his hands to his feet, the best way he had found not to set his fur on fire.
He watched the faces of his audience carefully, judging their reactions as he started to twirl the poi slowly. He spun them together at first, so that they went up and down at the same time. However, as he warmed up, he slowed one briefly and then picked up the steady motion of the swing again so that they were going up and down at opposite times. He continued to play with them, sometimes having them go two different directions or at different times, as he introduced his performance. The white of his teeth stood out in the darkness as he spoke quietly, but strongly. “Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Dance of Fire.”
2. His audience seemed entranced by the spinning balls of fire, but not afraid of them. Ignatius waited a few seconds after his introduction, his emerald eyes making a final sweep over the crowd, before crossing the poi in front of him and snapping them back in a faster motion than before. He crossed them a few more times before he really began to dance. He started to crisscross the poi in elaborate patterns, swinging them in every direction to make beautiful designs that encircled him.
His feet started to move once he got comfortable with the motions of his hands. Small hops and slight turns were all he did at first, adding the motion of his body to the motion of the poi swinging around him. His biggest move, and the end of his performance, was a flip that took him completely off the ground while he swung the poi hard into the earth so that sparks flew up and the twin balls of fire were extinguished. He landed on one knee and rested for a moment to catch his breath before jumping up to his feet. Both arms lifted straight out, the handles still clasped in his paws, and he took a bow.
He straightened up and flung the poi over his shoulders so they were no longer in the dirt. The applause and cheers coming from the audience were music to his ears and he smiled warmly out at them. “Thank you, thank you.” He held up his paws to stop the cheers but the smile never left his maw. “It has been a pleasure performing for you this night.” He bowed again; as he straightened, he let his arms fall to his sides. “I hope you had as much fun as I did.” He chuckled softly. “Now you will have to excuse me, it has been a long day and I will need my rest before tomorrow.” He winked subtly at the nearest female and then turned to pick up his things.
3. He had been a fool to choose the coldest season to make his journey north. He should have stayed in the south with the coyotes that were so fascinated by his songs and his fire. He had wanted to see the whole world though. He just didn’t think that it would take so long to get here. By the way the coyotes had talked one would have thought the place they called Canada was just a few days journey, not the half a year it had taken him. Ignatius had suffered for his mistake and had lost his small little packhorse to the cold and the hunger. Pippa, his beautiful mare, had managed to survive the journey. Spring had arrived just in time.
He had seen few packs since he had arrived in the northern land but the last wolves he had come across had spoke of an isolated territory that at least ten packs called home. He was sometimes a little too trusting, but he had been taught to respect all the different kinds of canines, no matter if they are a coyote, a wolf, a loner or part of a pack. Thus, he was travelling further north in search of these packs. It would be a welcome relief from the solidarity of travelling and he was ready to settle down for a month or two and entertain these northern wolves.
He was nearing the sea; he could feel it on the wind as it blew past. He called softly to Pippa, who was pulling along his small, covered cart while he walked beside her, to tell her to stop. It was getting dark and he was tired. This was a good place to make camp for the night; the ground was flat and mostly dry. In the morning, they would find and cross the Isthmus of Chignecto and find the packs they had heard of.