11-27-2018, 08:16 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;"]Wolfsbane was not for everyone. He had been known to speak sourly or act brashly and watch the carnage unfold. He had built himself, molded the clay of himself into a misshapen figure, covered in smudges and errors. He belonged to no one, shared blood with no one, he was not a son nor a brother nor a father. Wolfsbane was simply him.
He had raised himself, had taken hold of his life at the age of eight, only to lose it and regain it by the age of sixteen. He was not an obedient child nor a good student nor a praised young boy. Wolfsbane had always been the problem child. Young boy, reckless boy, angry boy. He was not made for the life he was given, but molded himself to withstand its wreckage.
It depended who you asked if Bane was a good person. To some, he was a just the opposite, and to others, he was a saint. Wolfsbane was the grey in between what was black and white, swaying in between the two. How do you judge a man with a good heart and a record that showed just the opposite?
”Evan,” Called his rough voice, deepened by his tired state. The male carefully balanced the two plastic containers as he slowly advanced down the hall of the lodge. He neared the other’s room, and seeing the door open, used his boot to tap the wall beside it to alert her he was entering before doing so. ”Would you believe it if I told you I cooked this myself?” He raised his brows with a small smile as he offered her one of the containers full of stew.
”Though, according to one of the smartasses downstairs, it is a bit difficult to burn stew.” He settled into an empty chair, stirring the meal to let it cool. It had been just a couple days since they arrived in the lodge, and although Bane was wary of the whole event, he had to admit it was nice to have his own room and Evan hers. Nice to not have to worry constantly of their safety and what their next meal would be. The people here looked out for one another, and the comfort of living much higher than Evan and his’ previous.
With the move, Bane still found himself checking in on Evan regularly. Their rooms were just down the hall from one another, and their floor, for the most part, was empty. When the man wasn’t hunting or patrolling for the group, he was often found with Evan. Wolfsbane did not make friends easily, in fact, he often found himself growing unfriendly with anyone who actually did bother speaking to him. There was a certain distrust and degree of general disdain he had grown like a thick skin.
He looked to her, observing her briefly out of habit. He often found himself looking her over to assert her wellbeing- reading her emotions and checking if she had any new wounds from any cause. It was a habit that had stuck with him after being on their own for so long. ”How’re you settling in?” He asked before taking a spoonful of the stew.
[spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL.
& Wolfsbane Forrester | Addressed most oftenly as Bane, sometimes Wolf
& 26 years old | Born October 30th | Scorpio
& Flintlock Lodge | Member
& Travels with a backpack full of supplies | Weapons: assault rifle, hand knife, and his favorite, a solid wood bat wrapped in barbed wire
APPEARANCE.
& 6'5" and 215 lbs. | Broad and muscular
& Physical health: 92% | Minor scars, bruised eye, and other bruisings
& Grey eyes | Dark brown hair | Slashes across back from previous abuse
& Covered in various tattoos from neck to legs
& Wears layered t-shirts and sweatshirts with layered jackets, fitted jeans, and combat boots
RELATIONSHIPS.
& NPC x NPC | 0 living relatives (unaware)
& Bisexual biromantic | Single | ½ of TBA
& [ 0 ] crushes | TBA
& Trusts: Evans
& Closed off and defensive | Aggressive natured
TRAITS.
& POSITIVE: Loyal, reliable, trustworthy, selfless, protective, parental, empathetic, honest
& NEGATIVE: Unfriendly, defensive, aggressive, unforgiving, merciless, stubborn, indecisive, rude, apathetic, violent
& TROPES: Blood Knight | Undying Loyalty | Anti Villain
BATTLE TAGS.
& Difficulty with weapons: Extreme | Difficulty in hand to hand: Hard
& Strength: 9/10 | Aim accuracy: 7/10 | Stamina: 7/10 | Luck: 3/10 | Flexibility: 5/10 | Reaction Time: 7/10
& Will not be merciful if you have threatened him or his loved ones | Has killed and will do it again
& Likes to play dirty | Good with a bat
& Attack in bold black or tag
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He had raised himself, had taken hold of his life at the age of eight, only to lose it and regain it by the age of sixteen. He was not an obedient child nor a good student nor a praised young boy. Wolfsbane had always been the problem child. Young boy, reckless boy, angry boy. He was not made for the life he was given, but molded himself to withstand its wreckage.
It depended who you asked if Bane was a good person. To some, he was a just the opposite, and to others, he was a saint. Wolfsbane was the grey in between what was black and white, swaying in between the two. How do you judge a man with a good heart and a record that showed just the opposite?
”Evan,” Called his rough voice, deepened by his tired state. The male carefully balanced the two plastic containers as he slowly advanced down the hall of the lodge. He neared the other’s room, and seeing the door open, used his boot to tap the wall beside it to alert her he was entering before doing so. ”Would you believe it if I told you I cooked this myself?” He raised his brows with a small smile as he offered her one of the containers full of stew.
”Though, according to one of the smartasses downstairs, it is a bit difficult to burn stew.” He settled into an empty chair, stirring the meal to let it cool. It had been just a couple days since they arrived in the lodge, and although Bane was wary of the whole event, he had to admit it was nice to have his own room and Evan hers. Nice to not have to worry constantly of their safety and what their next meal would be. The people here looked out for one another, and the comfort of living much higher than Evan and his’ previous.
With the move, Bane still found himself checking in on Evan regularly. Their rooms were just down the hall from one another, and their floor, for the most part, was empty. When the man wasn’t hunting or patrolling for the group, he was often found with Evan. Wolfsbane did not make friends easily, in fact, he often found himself growing unfriendly with anyone who actually did bother speaking to him. There was a certain distrust and degree of general disdain he had grown like a thick skin.
He looked to her, observing her briefly out of habit. He often found himself looking her over to assert her wellbeing- reading her emotions and checking if she had any new wounds from any cause. It was a habit that had stuck with him after being on their own for so long. ”How’re you settling in?” He asked before taking a spoonful of the stew.
[spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL.
& Wolfsbane Forrester | Addressed most oftenly as Bane, sometimes Wolf
& 26 years old | Born October 30th | Scorpio
& Flintlock Lodge | Member
& Travels with a backpack full of supplies | Weapons: assault rifle, hand knife, and his favorite, a solid wood bat wrapped in barbed wire
APPEARANCE.
& 6'5" and 215 lbs. | Broad and muscular
& Physical health: 92% | Minor scars, bruised eye, and other bruisings
& Grey eyes | Dark brown hair | Slashes across back from previous abuse
& Covered in various tattoos from neck to legs
& Wears layered t-shirts and sweatshirts with layered jackets, fitted jeans, and combat boots
RELATIONSHIPS.
& NPC x NPC | 0 living relatives (unaware)
& Bisexual biromantic | Single | ½ of TBA
& [ 0 ] crushes | TBA
& Trusts: Evans
& Closed off and defensive | Aggressive natured
TRAITS.
& POSITIVE: Loyal, reliable, trustworthy, selfless, protective, parental, empathetic, honest
& NEGATIVE: Unfriendly, defensive, aggressive, unforgiving, merciless, stubborn, indecisive, rude, apathetic, violent
& TROPES: Blood Knight | Undying Loyalty | Anti Villain
BATTLE TAGS.
& Difficulty with weapons: Extreme | Difficulty in hand to hand: Hard
& Strength: 9/10 | Aim accuracy: 7/10 | Stamina: 7/10 | Luck: 3/10 | Flexibility: 5/10 | Reaction Time: 7/10
& Will not be merciful if you have threatened him or his loved ones | Has killed and will do it again
& Likes to play dirty | Good with a bat
& Attack in bold black or tag
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[align=center][div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10pt; line-height:102%;"][i]A SHARD OF GLASS IN MY MOUTH
TURNING MY TONGUE INTO RIVERS
AND STORIES OF BLOOD
TURNING MY TONGUE INTO RIVERS
AND STORIES OF BLOOD