Post by beast on Nov 22, 2011 12:23:49 GMT -5
Two worlds collide, rival nations.
KIERAN WOOD
It's a primitive clash, venting years of frustrations.
KIERAN WOOD
It's a primitive clash, venting years of frustrations.
Bravely we hope against all hope.
Name: Kieran Wood
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Elysian
Canon: Yes
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Appearance: Manky hair, more of a mane, really-- covers up partially the bloodshot eyes, mouth with teeth like a moray eel's, hare lip and horny beaklike hooked nose. Hands are talons, feet are cloven hooves. The rest of him is covered in dark scales like a reptile, or mottled slimy skin like an amphibian.
There is so much at stake.
[li] hunting
[/li][li] athletics
[/li][li] adventure
[/li][li] being admired
[/li][li] roses
[/li][/ul]
[li] this world
[/li][li] this life
[/li][li] other people
[/li][li] everything
[/li][li] EVERYTHING (except what he likes)
[/li][/ul]
[li] Girls. Girls can do magic. A magic-doing girl did this to him. And what's the only way to reverse it, apparently it is-- another girl! Noooo... but then again he also fears
[/li][li] staying a beast forever
[/li][/ul]
Personality: The prince was curious, and adventurous, which to others of his kind in Elysium would mean he would be the dashing rescuer of damsels. Instead, the curiosity got him into meddling with forces beyond his ken, and the impetuousness that used to be a yen for adventure became impatience and rage. He tries to do good, but knows what others would think of him in his cursed appearance, and to be frank is not so noble that to do good is as much an imperative as doing something for personal gain (like blackmail a guest into giving up a daughter, for a chance to break the spell.)
Seems our freedom's up against the ropes.
[li] physical strength
[/li][li] dexterity
[/li][li] stamina
[/li][/ul]
[li] impatience
[/li][li] introversion
[/li][li] doesn't like to think things through, prefers to learn by doing than researching or listening/watching
[/li][/ul]
Does the crowd understand?
Family: one sister
History: The royal family had a treaty with the inhabitants of the enchanted wood. They paid a tithe by their daughter, who learned powerful natural magic by living as one of them, and became Queen Titania. Unfortunately, Kieran liked to use the woods for his own hunting grounds, and thought he would rescue his sister, both of which were great offenses to the terms of peace that his family had kept for time immemorial. His parents fled, and Titania turned her brother into an assemblage of all the beasts that he killed so that he knows how it feels. If someone pure of heart should learn to love him as he is, then he would change back into a handsome prince (but it wouldn't necessarily fix the other stuff, like his personality. This was Titania's intention: that the spell would break once the conditions benefitted the curse. If a woman loved the beast, then she would be disappointed to no longer have the beast, and he would be doubly cursed with heartbreak.)
Roleplay sample:
"Why have you come to me, idiot," asked Queen Titania. She lounged with her back against a large cat, a tiger that lay sleeping on the ground, for a powerful queen of the wood would be closer to the earth. Thrones were for the civilized, and height was for those who sought safety or escape from danger. Queen Titania was the most dangerous thing in this wood, and could lounge wherever and however she pleased. Even if he broke his curse, he would still be a prince, indoctrinated with courtly manners-- he would never be so free as she.
The beast replied, "I am sorry to have disturbed my kinswoma... your royal highn... majest..." He gave up. "That was not my intention."
"Why have you come to me," repeated the Queen. "Priggish, proud little bother that you are."
"The woman saw visions in your mirror. Her family is troubled and she must visit them."
"If she leaves the castle, you die. What of it?"
"I cannot tell her so, for you have geased me with secrecy. She believes I am a brute for forbidding her."
The Queen stretched and yawned.
"She doesn't love me," said Kieran, with certainty. "At least, not more than her family. If I continue to forbid her, she will contrive some way to escape."
"Why have you come to me, brother?"
They hadn't grown up together. He couldn't read her. Should he beg? Threaten? He hesitated, which was odd, and was taking the time to think-- which was completely a new thing for him. Perhaps he really was in love. "I thought that you deserved to know why your fun would be over so quickly." He bowed and turned to leave.
"Halt," said the Queen, and he did. She told him, "Your death throes will go on for three days, starting the moment that she sets both feet outside the courtyard, and ending with your death. You shall feel as if all the beasts that you had killed were tearing apart the insides of your chest."
"I already do feel that," said Kieran, but couldn't hide his glee. It wouldn't happen instantly. He had three days!
"You fear death for its own sake, not for the pain of it, because it is too close to the rapturous pain of love. That is the wrong thing to fear."
He gave the queen a disdainful blink. "You mean I should fear the pain. You can't make me afeared of something that I would not."
"I meant you should fear what it means when she declines to return."
For a moment, he was confused. But she wouldn't--
You don't know that. He wasn't sure if that was his own thought, or Titania speaking into his mind. He was, however, certain that he had been wrong: he hadn't feared Isabelle's lack of love before, even took it for granted, even knew that it might lead to his death. Titania displaced his own love with his own fear in his own heart.
Is it East versus West?
What would you like to be called? Poe
Any other characters on this site: none
How did you find us? I read an advertisement on the xbrokenpiecesx proboards RP, which I followed from the welcome-to-eden proboards RP, which I followed from Neopets (even though the neo staff restricts any and all offsite links.)
Read the rules? Aesop [/font]
Can any nation stand alone?
This application was made by [Becks]. Please do not steal, it took me awhile to do this and it's my first ever. So be nice and at least ask if you do decide to take it. Also, thanks to december for the pretty colors. Also thank you to the most awesome Survivor for the most awesome song Burning Heart to which the lyrics fit so well.