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Posted on January 3, 2010 at 11:46:20 PM by rufus,
*Name: Rufus
*Gender: male
*Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): caucasian, slimly built, long and angular face with brown eyes, black hair
*Defects (only required if the character has any): none
Anything else you wish to include: horse character gone fairy :D
Age: 22
Your player name: Laurel
His hair was a tangled mane of knots and burrs, untameable by comb or brush. When they came at him with scissors he spooked and tried to fight them, but necessity meant it had to be shorn off completely – every last black lock of it. For the first few months amongst his new adoptive family, he refused to walk up-right but ran about on all-fours and even then he was unstable to begin with, taking his first steps in life at the age of fifteen. Instead of words he made his replies in snorts and grunts, and watched the world with those animal-wild and wary eyes, often flinching at sudden movements or sounds. He took to speech slowly, and with a certain hesitance – a reluctance to abandon something perhaps, an old mother-tongue that failed him now, which nobody understood. So he was quiet in those fledging years, but he was drawn out, slowly but surely. It was his adopted siblings mostly, wheedling out of him the throaty laughter that had at first surprised him. Laughter, that was something he did truly enjoy in this new world, the sound of laughter. It was strange to be sure, but such children were not exactly unheard of – abandoned fairy-children taken up and raised by wild animals. They were right, but not in the way they thought. He had tried to insist upon what he knew – what he remembered, fragmented and unclear as it was – but he was met with resistance by his new family. Fairies as they were it was not that they feared or distrusted nature, they were as much a part of it as anything, but they feared for their adopted son’s sanity. To them he blurred the lines of reality and fantasy, and he could not be allowed to continue in his delusions. You are fairy, his adoptive mother told him, his chin held firmly in the iron grip of her hand, her mouth an unreadable line whilst her eyes swam, forget what came before and remember only us – we are your family now. What could he have done except bow to their thinking? And the more and more he thought it, the more it seemed unreal. A child’s dream gone errant somewhere. That past, however, was seven years ago and fading faster with every day. |
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- accepted - By Georgia January 4, 2010 at 01:25:20 AM
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