Post by Wolfe Haddington on May 24, 2011 19:06:25 GMT -5
Basic;;
Birth Name- Wolferam Haddington
Nickname- Wolfe
Species- Human
Birth Place- The City of Ess
Current Location- Ost; The Meet (temporary accommodations) / Travels between Ess and Ost, occasionally stopping in the smaller city in between trips.
Gender- Male
Occupation- Jack-Of-Trades ; Hired for odd jobs/mercenary forays/instructing/etc.
Age- 21
Powers- His eyes simply won't show emotion, though he can feel just like any other human.
Mother- Forgotten
Father- Forgotten.
Siblings- Forgotten.
Partner- Never married.
Love- Aurelia Tirel - deceased
Children- None.
Friends- None, as of now.
Favorite;;
(These don't need to be filled out, but its just interesting to know.)
Food- Chocolate ; incredibly rare, unbelievably expensive, but oh so fantastically delicious!
Person- Aurelia Tirel
Place- A secluded grove somewhere between the City Ess and the large expanse of earth and tree: Aurelia's grave site.
Thing to Do- Finish. Anything, as long as he's completed the job, and his employer is pleased.
Color- Moss Green
Story- The Priest and the Professor
Other;;
(All of these except Picture and Other need to be filled out.)
Appearance- At a glance, Wolfe appears solemn verging on the point of sadness. His mouth is set in a gentle line, gently curving downwards at the corners giving the feel of an almost unnoticeable pout or frown. His hair is often sticking up and out away from his face, the wild, dark locks appearing almost controlled in their apparent state of dishevelment. His build is that of a young man who set about hard labor at a young age, like many men his age. His muscles are defined and strong, though far from bursting through his jerkin. He stands somewhere between five feet and eight inches to five feet and ten inches. His physical appearance is truly not incredibly remarkable. He is a handsomely crafted young man, but certainly not the type to turn heads if he were to step foot in a house of goddess-like women or a grungy establishment of drunken vagabonds. His face is that of a man who has seen much, weathered many a storm, yet still manages some semblance of youth. This is the first impression many find when they glance his direction. There certainly isn't much more to him, in the physical aspect. There are rumors that he is quite impressive in the bedroom, though all rumors are often based off ignorance and mystique. The true thing that sets Wolfe apart from any other young man is his eyes. There is a story trapped behind his grey, dreamy windows that see out, but allow little to sneak in. His eyes never portray a single emotion. A smile never reaches them, lighting them with the gentle mirth of good humor. A frown never sullies the permanent glass-like complexion that constantly serves as his main medium of sight. Not even the rage of battle or the sharp twang of pain reach them. His emotionless eyes, bewitching with their hypnotic stasis, are what truly grab people's attention should they gamble a second glance his way.
Picture-
Personality- Wolfe is a quiet man. He rarely speaks just to be heard, only interjecting a thought or statement into a conversation if he believes it has merit or wishes to share some insight he silently discovered. Some might think him a bland and boring individual, living only to work and working to live a life devoid of humor and love. This is a common misconception of Wolfe's true character. Tragedy and poverty served to harden Wolfe's exterior, but his core is still one of warmth and good-heart, though it can be difficult to see at first. He is an individual driven by perseverance, moral values, and love. To Wolfe, the worst possible thing a man can do is take the life of another. No employer would ever dream to hire Wolfe for a job that involved killing another man, though often what might have been a blood bath became a political debate thanks to Wolfe's refusal to kill. His voice is whimsical, as if the words coming from his mouth just happen to be doing so, much to the surprise of the owner of that mouth. He rarely laughs, but often times, when he is comfortable, he might smile. Such things and drinking, sex, and gambling have little appeal to him, though he has, on occasion, spent the night with a young maiden.
Attributes: +caring, +calm, +careful, +intelligent, -difficult to read, +patient, -soft spoken, -firmly rooted in his beliefs, +loyal, -difficult to talk to, -seemingly indifferent
History- There once was a young boy who had a dear, dear friend. She was his entire world, and that was how it should have been. Few nobles allow their daughters to take a manservant at such a young age, but the shrill cries of one Aurelia Tirel convinced her weary parents it was best that their child of just two years would get what she pined for. Thus, Wolfe, an orphan who happened to toddle through the iron gates of the Tirel's estate, became the servant of Aurelia. From an early age, Wolfe was happily burdened with the daily tasks that were assigned to him by Aurelia. At such a young age, the requests often involved things such as clapping for such and such amount of time or cleaning an imaginary mess caused by an unruly imaginary guest Miss Aurelia was entertaining with tea and invisible biscuits. As they grew, their bond grew with them. They became an inseparable pair. Where one found the wild little Aurelia, her loyal quiet Wolfe would be somewhere within earshot. Many commented on the unusual relationship the two shared. Some thought it adorable. They would smile at the two children, Aurelia leading the way, her high trills of excitement seeming to pull Wolfe along behind her, a glitter of excitement, wonder, and happiness twinkling in his grey eyes.
"Why! May the angles who watch us bless their little souls! Such a sight fills my own with such a warmth... Are they not adorable, Gaston?"
"Certainly, Morgatia. They certainly are."
Others found little enjoyment in the children's merriment.
"There they go again, Cecil. Hah. It is a disgrace, that a lady such as Madame Tirel would allow her daughter to so closely fraternize herself with that... boy."
"Yes, yes, my dear. It certainly is a barbaric spectacle."
The children found little reason to worry about the mutterings of their elders. They were far too occupied with whatever whim had chanced to grasp Miss Aurelia's fancy that day. She would drag Wolfe with her, all the while narrating their fantastical adventures (often procured from the previous night's bedtime fable). In a single day, they might fight an ogre, run from a terrible beast, and find the ancient treasure of a long dead seaman. During that time, both Aurelia and Wolfe were happy. There was absolutely no reason for them not to be. The Lord and Lady Tirel loved their daughter dearly, as she was the sole heir to their estate, and treated Wolfe very much like their own son. When both children reached the age of self-discovery, they discovered there was more to the relationship they had formed over the years. There was now an unspoken meaning in what once were childish games. Quests soon became quiet evenings, the events of the day quietly being discussed with quiet whispers and sighs. It was near this time that Wolfe no longer was a boy. His muscles had begun to develop and hair now found its way onto his face and arms. Aurelia too was blossoming into a beautiful young woman. Her small frame had begun to fill out with gentle curves, and her doe-like eyes lost their childish amazement and developed an air of reality. The Lord and Lady soon discovered the budding romance between their daughter and the boy they had once grudgingly accepted into their family. The Lady Tirel found little wrong in it, but her husband thought quite differently.
"We take him in, raise him as our own... And he repays us with... With this?"
"Love is not a choice... It is a living, breathing thing! And it has taken hold of them... Why can you not be glad for them?"
The Lady reasoned with her husband. He was much like their own son. He knew their morals and codes. They could not find a better husband for their young daughter than the man she had fallen in love with, and who respected them as his own parents. Her arguments fell upon deaf ears, and the Lord Tirel swiftly saw to the relocation of Wolfe's duties. There was little resistance at the request of the new arrangements. At the age of fifteen, both Wolfe and Aurelia had seen far enough into the future to anticipate this turn of events. Though a new maidservant was chosen to replace him, Wolfe always found a proper excuse to see Aurelia every day. Both reveled in each other's company. The sharp wit of Aurelia and the insightful remarks of Wolfe allowed for hours upon hours of intelligent debate and conversation. Though they had been separated from what they once had, they had found a way to stay happy. Sadly, it was to change. Their private meetings were swiftly forced to and end when the Lord Tirel discovered them caressing each other's faces in the rose garden. The now sixteen year old Wolfe was thrown out of the household and a husband was quickly chosen for the young Aurelia. The indignant outbursts of his wife, the pain filled sobs of his daughter, and the scared but understanding eyes of Wolfe filled the mind of the Lord Tirel. He had done what must have been done for the good of his dear daughter, but the decision would ultimately be his undoing.
Wolfe found work at a nearby stable, mucking and caring for the beasts who were sheltered there. From that station, he could see Aurelia every night as the sun began to set. He would stand beneath her window and just watch her. The Lord Tirel had firmly declared that should there be any communication between them, he would see to it Wolfe would never return to the certain district of his land. So, Wolfe would stand and watch her, his heart filled but his mouth silent, unable to share the joy he felt as he watched his love send her prayers to the stars each night. It was only a month later it happened... For some time the Lady Aurelia had been unwell. It's cause was uncertain, but its effects were evident in her lack of appetites, pallor of skin, and refusal to communicate. There were whispers she had been possessed, but those rumors never left the walls of the household they were started in. By the time a month has passed after Wolfe's sudden removal from her life, Aurelia lay upon her bed with a scalding fever and blackend eyes. The Lord Tirel was frantic with worry. Doctor after doctor had been called to the residency, but none could cure nor discern the cause of the disease. The Lady Aurelia had wasted away into a wraith-like being of what she had once been. And where was Wolfe through all this? Some time before the Lady had become bedridden, she had stopped coming to her window each night. The pain that stabbed at his heart was far too much to bear, so he left his job at the stables for an apprenticeship at a blacksmith's, far from the household he had once called home. It wasn't until her final breaths that Aurelia finally spoke for the first time in that terrible month, "Wolfe..." It was all she said and soon after her life ebbed away, leaving behind a scarecrow of a corpse.
The news of her death spread through the people like a fire, and at the first mention of what had come of the Lady Aurelia, Wolfe rushed to the Tirel's. It was said not a single man could have stopped the boy who broke into the home, his tears and rage much like that of a demon's. The Lord Tirel did nothing to stop him as he ran into the room that contained what had once been his Aurelia. The moment his eyes beheld the sight, his sobs were quieted and his tears ceased. He uttered no sound as he knelt before her, taking her frail hand in his own. His eyes stared blanking, uncomprehendingly into the cold, deceased face. He shook his head gently, his eyes never leaving her face. As he stood, he turned his blank gaze to the Lord Tirel, and the two stared at each other for a long time. Both knew what had happened, and both knew who had caused this to come about. There was no emotion in Wolfe's eyes, no hatred, no anger, no scorn... But there was no sadness either, no grief, no pain. In that very moment, Wolfe closed the windows to his soul.
Time passed, yet the pain remained. Each day, Wolfe worked to fight the sensation of loss and sorrow that had gripped his soul so firmly. As the months became years and the seasons shifted from one to another and back again, he began to understand. His purpose in life had been taken from him, but that did not change what he was meant to do. He had been bred to serve and assist those who were in need of it, and that was precisely what he was going to do. At that moment, he became a traveler, never looking back at the broken household of the Tirel's but always maintaining the image of Aurelia in his heart.
Other- None that I can think of.
