Post by Seccom Masada-Sensei on Sept 1, 2010 11:33:31 GMT -5
Donovan Kiehl Faulkner
Though objecting what comes naturally,
they always fall to the same cruel world.
Even so, humans have no other road than living as they do now.
They are petals, they wander, then scatter.
They are the symphony of death,the sound of transmigrating souls,
The end of a clear bell's ringing...
the basics,
»»character full name: Donovan Kiehl Faulkner
»»age: 14
»»sexual orientation:too young to be sure (forced heterosexual)
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position: Archmage
»»Magic: Neutral- being the Royal Mage, he obviously is able to perform all the elements to a moderate degree (though not as well as a natural can, rest assured). His most prominent magical talent is the tendency to fall into trance at will, able to 'see' into the future and past, as well as discover magic and explore his own mind. He is very useful to the queen, for he is able to (sometimes) provide strange wisdoms of the future not even he really understands, as well as warn ominously about any dangers in a manner that is clearly not his way of speaking. However, for these awesome and in fact very powerful abilities, he is destined to die early, his entire family well known for their awesome abilities and their untimely deaths. His expected lifetime... does not reach 25.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Brown
»»markings:None
»»height: 5'
»»weight: 89 lbs
»»general appearance: Donovan holds no royal beauty. His eyes are not the blue of sky, his hair not the silver of moon. In fact, despite his high class he looks strangely... pheasant-like. The mud-colored eyes and hair that he was born with, the lack of pointed ears... everything indicated him being just another impoverished citizen. However, to call him this would bring the wrath of not only his magic, but the queen herself upon the person. Rarely does anyone comment on his lackluster appearance. Looking pretty doesn't matter to him.
Other than his lackluster appearance, he has a very soft face. It makes him look fairly feminine at times, a trait only enhanced by his small body and pale features. He is obviously thin- days of starvation. Who has time to eat? His eyes sometimes show heavy bags- days of insomnia. Who has time to sleep? His general hair becomes oily- days of dirtyness. Who has time to bathe? Certainly not the young fourteen year old boy. His very appearance is usually thought of as rushed, showing some kind of neglect due to the dedication he has to his work. He is not particularly special in this aspect- it runs in the family.
As for his clothing, the young archmage prefers older style clothes such as robes. He keeps his uncut hair in a small ponytail to get it out of the way of his eyes when he studies. Of course, they always get in his eyes anyways. His robes are usually very light and decorated plainly, giving him an old-fashioned look that at the same time manages to make him look mature despite his obvious youth.
However, his clothes serve another purpose. Donovan's clothes are very old-fashioned, and are made in a special way that is very typical for his lineage. It is rumored that robes of the Faulkner lineage (buried with the owner) contain a hidden secret that allows the wielder to enhance their magic. Some say it is the way it is sown. Others claim it to be the cloth, or the plain gems strung on. However, this particular Faulkner will keep the secret with him until the grave, as always. Until then, the clothes are only known as an attempt to give regal appearance to the boy.
However, his face is only young on the surface. Very rarely shall one see him smile or show any real emotions. He seems doll-like, wise but... he carries an air of solemn sadness about him. It is obvious that even though he lives and breathes he's not really living and breathing... no, he is not living. He is merely counting down the days... the months... the years... Marking each day as another day passed by... and another day to count down...
the personality,
»»likes: Donovan immerses himself in books, the history of his lineage, and whatever mementos of his mother he has left.
»»dislikes: Donovan similarly avoids anything that may distract him (sleep, food, baths, etc), his future (and therefore his untimely death), and being disrespected due to his age.
»»strengths: The archmage is of course a beauty to watch when it comes to magic. He can use any element to surprising efficiency and could effectively be a one-man army if he so needed to defend himself if he had to. His small appearance only strengthens his magic.
As for his second strength, his mind is extremely quick. Able to grasp even the most difficult concepts and then immediately apply them within moments of each other, his mind is his weapon more than his body shall ever be. He is a great asset to the queen, happily discussing with her and advising her as if he was older and far more worldly than she is.
»»weaknesses: As anyone can know from a boy who stays inside and studies all day, he cannot fight with a physical weapon. If he was to try, he would be far more likely to injure himself than anything else, just from sheer inexperience. This is especially comical if he becomes angry and stops thinking and tries to attack a person using physical damage.
Another large weakness is that even though he can see into the future and past by falling into trance at will, he cannot truly understand anything he sees. When he does, they are small details that he relays back to the queen when the time is right. He also is very vulnerable when he falls into trance, unable to snap out of it without some effort and he has been known to go into this state for days before he jolts himself awake.
»»secrets: Donovan is desperately afraid of his demise, but he knows it will happen eventually. However, he is more afraid of how he will die, not when.
»»general personality: As any child does, Donovan wants to be treated like an adult. However, unlike most children, he shall never grow up to become one. He was raised with the full knowledge that ultimately he will never experience the process of growing old. He will never know what it would be like to live to the age of thirty. He will never know what it would be like to fall in love with someone and spend the normal lifespan with them. He will never know his son or daughter, able to reach his child with only whatever book he writes.
So, in a way, he is already an adult. At the ripe old age of fourteen, he is already halfway through his lifespan. He knows this is about the time where he should be suitably seeking a mate and sometimes it seems he does just that. He has been granted the queen's permission to choose just about any girl that would please him and bed her multiple times, as many times as he wanted really. It has become one of his very many obsessions was trying to find someone to breed with. So far attempts have been unsuccessful. He in fact was successful once, but the woman that would've given birth to his child had been killed in the great war. At least this proved he was capable of producing offspring. So he would continue to try.
Other than that, he is obsessed with his history as a Faulkner. With no parents to guide him, he constantly reads. Every Faulkner on record has written a book to the younger generation, allowing the lineage to stay alive and well-documented even though there is only ever one alive at any one time. He reads these books which are really like diaries of his ancestors, memorizing them and living their stories as if they were his own. This knowledge becomes his knowledge, and he gains a new outlook on the life he lives with every book finished. He himself is also working on one, he writes in it every day, his visions and dreams and hopes... all written in words.
However, despite the fact that he really is nearing the end of his lifespan, he has yet to really live. Kept inside all day to study and learn ever since he could learn, he does not know what it is like to experience life. Sometimes he goes weeks without breathing in the outside air. He doesn't mind- or so he tells himself. After all... who could simply shrug off the fact that every day is precious, every year is one less year to live? Who could simply shrug off that every birthday is a countdown to their demise, and its staring them in the face and there's nothing anyone could do?
Donovan tries not to think about it.
Of course, anyone halfway intelligent would try not to think about it.
The archmage has a wide range of emotions that are rarely shown to other people- mainly for the plain fact that he literally has no one to call a friend. He is only the advisor to the queen, and even whatever woman he chooses to bed with isn't really a lover, just an appropriate vessel for the next generation. Sometimes, he becomes angry, even frustrated with the lack of friendships and the lack of living and the lack of.. well, choice in when he can live or die. This frustration is easily seen and is a recurring theme in many a Faulkner. However, each one eventually learns to accept their fate... and he does what he can to follow their rule.
...It's all he has to keep him going.
the history,
»»mother: Elanor Flora Faulkner
»»father: Jasper Reid
»»siblings:None
»»others: None
»»background: Donovan was the son of Elanor, the previous Faulkner. She in fact gave birth early, so much so that Donovan has a few vague memories of her while she was still alive. Usually, the children never get to see their parents, or even remember them. His father, Jasper, was merely a tool to have her give birth... everyone knew this. He grew up alone, with only servants to guide him... and what did they tell him? To study. So he did.
He studied his history, the first book he read was the book of his mother. She wrote her hopes and dreams, from childhood to her final years. However, the last few pages held a disturbing trend. Elanor was losing her mind near the end. She said that there were these visions... horrifying visions she could not look away or break off from. It was simply too nightmarish to be something she could turn away from.
His mother, int he last years of her life, spoke about this vision. It was of a hellish place... the details were vague, but eventually, Elanor could no longer sleep without experiencing the nightmares. She found herself drawn to that timeline in her trance-visions again and again, without understanding why. Eventually, on the day of her death, she just wrote this.
My Son... When you see it... you will know your end.
It chilled the young Donovan to his small bones. He read more diaries. They were all the same. They were hopeful. They were accepting, young. Then, as they grew, their powers grew, this visions more explict, more far reaching... and then... the nightmares. The terror. The visions... the end.
And it would be his end, he knew this.
So, he tried to ignore it. It was what every Faulkner had done before him, for everyone knew that their deaths would be untimely and that it would have to do with nightmares. Some have tried to lengthen their lifetimes... unsuccessfully. Donovan grew and aged and understood what his life would mean through these diaries. He was the next archmage. His child would be the archmade after him and suffer as he has suffered, as his mother had suffered, as her parent had also suffered. All for power, for clairvoyance, for the knowledge of the world.
Every Faulkner knew this... Donovan included. Although a child, still frightened, death is coming for him and he knows this. As the days pass, he counts down the time he has left on this earth... the time he has left to live. He writes furiously. He has long talks with the queen. He strategies for war, learns new streams of knowledge with his visions, and writes them all down on his own diary. Play? Have fun? He has no time for that...
He is nothing more than the walking dead.
the player,
»»alias:Soulless/Seccom Masada-Sensei
»»age: -blank'd-
»»contact: Skype:soulless.saneless MSN:darkshadedark@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:-points to Amadeus-
Password:~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?:I'm already here
Though objecting what comes naturally,
they always fall to the same cruel world.
Even so, humans have no other road than living as they do now.
They are petals, they wander, then scatter.
They are the symphony of death,the sound of transmigrating souls,
The end of a clear bell's ringing...
the basics,
»»character full name: Donovan Kiehl Faulkner
»»age: 14
»»sexual orientation:too young to be sure (forced heterosexual)
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position: Archmage
»»Magic: Neutral- being the Royal Mage, he obviously is able to perform all the elements to a moderate degree (though not as well as a natural can, rest assured). His most prominent magical talent is the tendency to fall into trance at will, able to 'see' into the future and past, as well as discover magic and explore his own mind. He is very useful to the queen, for he is able to (sometimes) provide strange wisdoms of the future not even he really understands, as well as warn ominously about any dangers in a manner that is clearly not his way of speaking. However, for these awesome and in fact very powerful abilities, he is destined to die early, his entire family well known for their awesome abilities and their untimely deaths. His expected lifetime... does not reach 25.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Brown
»»markings:None
»»height: 5'
»»weight: 89 lbs
»»general appearance: Donovan holds no royal beauty. His eyes are not the blue of sky, his hair not the silver of moon. In fact, despite his high class he looks strangely... pheasant-like. The mud-colored eyes and hair that he was born with, the lack of pointed ears... everything indicated him being just another impoverished citizen. However, to call him this would bring the wrath of not only his magic, but the queen herself upon the person. Rarely does anyone comment on his lackluster appearance. Looking pretty doesn't matter to him.
Other than his lackluster appearance, he has a very soft face. It makes him look fairly feminine at times, a trait only enhanced by his small body and pale features. He is obviously thin- days of starvation. Who has time to eat? His eyes sometimes show heavy bags- days of insomnia. Who has time to sleep? His general hair becomes oily- days of dirtyness. Who has time to bathe? Certainly not the young fourteen year old boy. His very appearance is usually thought of as rushed, showing some kind of neglect due to the dedication he has to his work. He is not particularly special in this aspect- it runs in the family.
As for his clothing, the young archmage prefers older style clothes such as robes. He keeps his uncut hair in a small ponytail to get it out of the way of his eyes when he studies. Of course, they always get in his eyes anyways. His robes are usually very light and decorated plainly, giving him an old-fashioned look that at the same time manages to make him look mature despite his obvious youth.
However, his clothes serve another purpose. Donovan's clothes are very old-fashioned, and are made in a special way that is very typical for his lineage. It is rumored that robes of the Faulkner lineage (buried with the owner) contain a hidden secret that allows the wielder to enhance their magic. Some say it is the way it is sown. Others claim it to be the cloth, or the plain gems strung on. However, this particular Faulkner will keep the secret with him until the grave, as always. Until then, the clothes are only known as an attempt to give regal appearance to the boy.
However, his face is only young on the surface. Very rarely shall one see him smile or show any real emotions. He seems doll-like, wise but... he carries an air of solemn sadness about him. It is obvious that even though he lives and breathes he's not really living and breathing... no, he is not living. He is merely counting down the days... the months... the years... Marking each day as another day passed by... and another day to count down...
the personality,
»»likes: Donovan immerses himself in books, the history of his lineage, and whatever mementos of his mother he has left.
»»dislikes: Donovan similarly avoids anything that may distract him (sleep, food, baths, etc), his future (and therefore his untimely death), and being disrespected due to his age.
»»strengths: The archmage is of course a beauty to watch when it comes to magic. He can use any element to surprising efficiency and could effectively be a one-man army if he so needed to defend himself if he had to. His small appearance only strengthens his magic.
As for his second strength, his mind is extremely quick. Able to grasp even the most difficult concepts and then immediately apply them within moments of each other, his mind is his weapon more than his body shall ever be. He is a great asset to the queen, happily discussing with her and advising her as if he was older and far more worldly than she is.
»»weaknesses: As anyone can know from a boy who stays inside and studies all day, he cannot fight with a physical weapon. If he was to try, he would be far more likely to injure himself than anything else, just from sheer inexperience. This is especially comical if he becomes angry and stops thinking and tries to attack a person using physical damage.
Another large weakness is that even though he can see into the future and past by falling into trance at will, he cannot truly understand anything he sees. When he does, they are small details that he relays back to the queen when the time is right. He also is very vulnerable when he falls into trance, unable to snap out of it without some effort and he has been known to go into this state for days before he jolts himself awake.
»»secrets: Donovan is desperately afraid of his demise, but he knows it will happen eventually. However, he is more afraid of how he will die, not when.
»»general personality: As any child does, Donovan wants to be treated like an adult. However, unlike most children, he shall never grow up to become one. He was raised with the full knowledge that ultimately he will never experience the process of growing old. He will never know what it would be like to live to the age of thirty. He will never know what it would be like to fall in love with someone and spend the normal lifespan with them. He will never know his son or daughter, able to reach his child with only whatever book he writes.
So, in a way, he is already an adult. At the ripe old age of fourteen, he is already halfway through his lifespan. He knows this is about the time where he should be suitably seeking a mate and sometimes it seems he does just that. He has been granted the queen's permission to choose just about any girl that would please him and bed her multiple times, as many times as he wanted really. It has become one of his very many obsessions was trying to find someone to breed with. So far attempts have been unsuccessful. He in fact was successful once, but the woman that would've given birth to his child had been killed in the great war. At least this proved he was capable of producing offspring. So he would continue to try.
Other than that, he is obsessed with his history as a Faulkner. With no parents to guide him, he constantly reads. Every Faulkner on record has written a book to the younger generation, allowing the lineage to stay alive and well-documented even though there is only ever one alive at any one time. He reads these books which are really like diaries of his ancestors, memorizing them and living their stories as if they were his own. This knowledge becomes his knowledge, and he gains a new outlook on the life he lives with every book finished. He himself is also working on one, he writes in it every day, his visions and dreams and hopes... all written in words.
However, despite the fact that he really is nearing the end of his lifespan, he has yet to really live. Kept inside all day to study and learn ever since he could learn, he does not know what it is like to experience life. Sometimes he goes weeks without breathing in the outside air. He doesn't mind- or so he tells himself. After all... who could simply shrug off the fact that every day is precious, every year is one less year to live? Who could simply shrug off that every birthday is a countdown to their demise, and its staring them in the face and there's nothing anyone could do?
Donovan tries not to think about it.
Of course, anyone halfway intelligent would try not to think about it.
The archmage has a wide range of emotions that are rarely shown to other people- mainly for the plain fact that he literally has no one to call a friend. He is only the advisor to the queen, and even whatever woman he chooses to bed with isn't really a lover, just an appropriate vessel for the next generation. Sometimes, he becomes angry, even frustrated with the lack of friendships and the lack of living and the lack of.. well, choice in when he can live or die. This frustration is easily seen and is a recurring theme in many a Faulkner. However, each one eventually learns to accept their fate... and he does what he can to follow their rule.
...It's all he has to keep him going.
the history,
»»mother: Elanor Flora Faulkner
»»father: Jasper Reid
»»siblings:None
»»others: None
»»background: Donovan was the son of Elanor, the previous Faulkner. She in fact gave birth early, so much so that Donovan has a few vague memories of her while she was still alive. Usually, the children never get to see their parents, or even remember them. His father, Jasper, was merely a tool to have her give birth... everyone knew this. He grew up alone, with only servants to guide him... and what did they tell him? To study. So he did.
He studied his history, the first book he read was the book of his mother. She wrote her hopes and dreams, from childhood to her final years. However, the last few pages held a disturbing trend. Elanor was losing her mind near the end. She said that there were these visions... horrifying visions she could not look away or break off from. It was simply too nightmarish to be something she could turn away from.
His mother, int he last years of her life, spoke about this vision. It was of a hellish place... the details were vague, but eventually, Elanor could no longer sleep without experiencing the nightmares. She found herself drawn to that timeline in her trance-visions again and again, without understanding why. Eventually, on the day of her death, she just wrote this.
My Son... When you see it... you will know your end.
It chilled the young Donovan to his small bones. He read more diaries. They were all the same. They were hopeful. They were accepting, young. Then, as they grew, their powers grew, this visions more explict, more far reaching... and then... the nightmares. The terror. The visions... the end.
And it would be his end, he knew this.
So, he tried to ignore it. It was what every Faulkner had done before him, for everyone knew that their deaths would be untimely and that it would have to do with nightmares. Some have tried to lengthen their lifetimes... unsuccessfully. Donovan grew and aged and understood what his life would mean through these diaries. He was the next archmage. His child would be the archmade after him and suffer as he has suffered, as his mother had suffered, as her parent had also suffered. All for power, for clairvoyance, for the knowledge of the world.
Every Faulkner knew this... Donovan included. Although a child, still frightened, death is coming for him and he knows this. As the days pass, he counts down the time he has left on this earth... the time he has left to live. He writes furiously. He has long talks with the queen. He strategies for war, learns new streams of knowledge with his visions, and writes them all down on his own diary. Play? Have fun? He has no time for that...
He is nothing more than the walking dead.
the player,
»»alias:Soulless/Seccom Masada-Sensei
»»age: -blank'd-
»»contact: Skype:soulless.saneless MSN:darkshadedark@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:-points to Amadeus-
Password:~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?:I'm already here
