Post by aftershock on Jan 6, 2012 18:26:26 GMT -5
s o r r e n
WE'RE FED THESE EMPTY FAIRY TALES AND I'M THROUGH BELIEVING
{ name } Sorren
{ species } red fox
{ gender } reynard
{ age } two years and seven months
{ loyalty } Fantome beta
{ orientation } Heterosexual
{ power } He has a very strong hold on the fire element - he can do near anything with it. His blood runs warm, warm enough that it has even burned the mouth of many foxes who have dared try to bite him to injure him in battle. If that wasn't enough, he can conjure up flames on a whim, typically so warm they burn blue, and he can control them as easily as the wind controls a leaf. He is, mot certainly, a force to be reckoned with - when he bothers to use these powers, anyway.
{ height } Seventeen inches
{ weight } Nineteen and a half pounds
{ build } Sorren has a thin build, like that of a young reynard, except he is far from young. His ears seem too big on his head, and the rest of him is fine and dainty.
{ coat } Sorren sports a silver coat - a rare trait in red foxes. It is mostly black, though there are flecks of dark brown - sunfaded black hairs, mostly.
{ eyes } His eyes are a bright yellow, with flecks of amber in them that you only spot if you look close enough.
{ other } He has a set of white spots on one leg - scars from a bad bite wound.
{ likes } having fun, being right, being able to talk through a problem, winning
{ dislikes } fighting, being beaten in a fight, when those he loves are hurt, when things don't go to plan
{ strengths } intelligent, good fighter
{ weaknesses } has a habit of mocking the enemy, would rather die than see anyone target his friends or family
{ hopes } to have a family of his own
{ fears } too much responsibility
{ habits } jokes around a lot
{ secrets } he isn't actually sure if he loves Mahari or not
{ attitude }Sorren can be considered quite the character - he hardly seems serious, often saying or doing strange things to the point where one would assume he's simply dim-witted. This, however, is far from true. He understands the world far more than most foxes, to the point where everything he does actually has a purpose. To drop another's guard, to learn about them, to see if he can get a reaction, to determine their motives or personality... the list could go on. Anyone who knows him well enough knows this, and in turn respects him for it. He didn't make it to beta by sitting on his rear doing nothing.
Of course, he didn't kill his way to the top either. Many a fox in his position would far prefer violence over tactical or verbal matters, but not Sorren. He can talk his way into, or out of, almost anything with his silver tongue and he's rather fool you into a trap than kill you stone-cold dead himself. He's been known to stay up for days digging a hole for the enemy to fall into so that they are simply hostages - alive, not dead. This isn't to say he isn't good fighter, for he can most certainly stand his ground when needed - and do a damn good job of it too.
The one thing he can't make heads or tails of, coincidentally, is relationships. He gets the simple stuff - treat others how you want to be treated and all that. However, when it comes to explaining how he feels, or saying the right thing, he's not too great at it. He's never once said 'I love you,' not to anyone, even his own parents. The words just won't come out. The best he can do is some small motion, something typically completely unexpected that isn't typical - and even that he hasn't really done much of.
{ parents } Coriander, father, five years. Lilac, mother, four years.
{ siblings } Cota, sister, two years and seven months
{ lovers } Mahari, kithood friend and arranged mate
{ kits } none
{ others } none
{ events }Sorren was born and raised in the Fantome. He was the son of two well respected hunters, both with strong powers themselves. He lived up to their high expectations, making the path of a warrior as his sister went on to be a healer. Even as a young kit, growing up at the same time as another litter, his parents had plans for him. He was the strongest of the litter, and they expected him to eventually make alpha. His friendship with Mahari, a female kit from the other litter, was simply advantageous. She was strong, just as strong as he - albeit in another type of power but still. They knew that the two would make powerful kits, and that could win the war against the Rustique. So, they were slotted to be a mated pair when they were older.
And Sorren has been avoiding being alone with Mahari ever since.
It isn't that he doesn't like her - he does, he swears by it. But, the thing is, he doesn't know what love is - he thinks he probably loves her, but isn't sure. He says he does, to make everyone happy, though he, in fact, has no idea and isn't exactly happy about any of it, mostly due to the pressure to just have a litter of kits already. As if that wasn't enough, when he was offered the position of alpha - and turned it down - his father officially shunned him. His mother has only given him nervous glances while his sister attempts to patch their relationship, all of it getting them nowhere. He became beta a few months ago, which smoothed things a bit, though his father still refuses to speak to him. In fact, when Sorren last tried to speak to him, he was graced with three words: "Go to hell."
{ name } Aftershock
{ experience } nine years
{ characters } Hallie
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } see Hallie's application
