Post by Rant. on Jun 13, 2011 21:08:37 GMT -5
Name: Holden Wray
Nicknames: Rant
Age: 24
Race: Avian
Gender: male
Sexuality: bisexual
Type: crow
Ability: empathy
Attributes: Capable of flight, fragile bones, enhanced speed and strength, along with a beautiful voice (when they sing).
Appearance:
The first thing you notice about Rant is his striking facial structure. He has hollowed cheeks and ice blue eyes, which can make him appear quite intimidating upon first glance. Rant's hair is a medium, chocolatey brown that gleams copper in direct sunlight and seems to be in a perpetual state of disarray. He has fair, freckled skin. Rant stands at about 5'11, with a wiry sort of frame (thin but muscled; conducive to flight). Although Rant often tries for a neutral expression, his unusual facial structure and piercing eyes can convey a kind of (unintentional and often nonexistent) intense fury.
Personality:
Perhaps partly as a result of his appearance, others have always treated Rant with a kind of distant, wary awe. This has contributed to making him into the emotionally guarded individual he is today. Rant enjoys being around others (even though he may not show it), but often needs time to himself. Slow to anger, Rant doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve. However, if provoked, his wrath knows no bounds. In fact, the intensity with which Rant can feel emotions has contributed massively to the guarded facade he constructs for himself.
One thing Rant values above all is loyalty. He will never betray a friend, and, indeed, holds a small circle of others very close. Although he keeps most of his personal feelings to himself, Rant is a good listener. He likes to help others with their problems, and can slip into a habit of living vicariously through others so as not to face his own issues.
While clearly flawed, Rant is, in essence, a good person. He has a sense of humour that others often find odd, but this doesn't really bother him as he generally has little regard for the way he appears to others.
History:
Holden Wray was born at sea. Which sea, he doesn't know. Come to think of it, he doesn't know much about that whole area of his life. All he knows is what his mother told him, and she lied more often than she did anything else. However, her words are the only thing he has to go on.
So he was born at sea. His father was (allegedly) an old ship captain, whatever that meant. Rant was unimpressed by this aspect of his father, but whenever his mother had spoke of her husband, a kind of serene peace would come over her, and, for a moment, the constant, dull ache in her voice subsided. As a child, Rant used to dream about where his father was; what he was doing. He didn't dare ask his mother; he would never risk triggering another relapse.
Born at sea. To a ship captain and his beautiful young bride. Rant knew this part off by heart. The night he was born, there was a terrible storm. The ship was not far from shore, but the sea was churning and howling like a furious beast. His father was up on deck, struggling valiantly to keep the ship from capsizing. His mother gave birth unaided, in the bowels of a wooden boat in the midst of a hurricane. To Rant, that alone is a succinct representation of his mother.
Eventually the storm subsided, and Rant's mother emerged, exhausted and shaking, but joyous nonetheless, to find that she and her newborn son were alone. Her husband was nowhere to be found. Distraught, she rushed about the ship, screaming his name until the last of her energy gave out and she collapsed.
Over the next three years (so the story goes), Rant's mother wandered aimlessly, landing in random shores and searching. Rant grew up with this kind of life; always searching fruitlessly for something he had never really known. Eventually, his mother accepted the probability of ever finding her husband was remote at best, and instead directed her feverish devotion towards her only child.
She was a good mother, this Rant believes even today. She was a formidable woman, and refused to let her husband's absence (her word for it) destroy her. Rant grew to be an intelligent, if quiet, youth. As he got older, his mother's mind seemed to disintegrate. She would fall into strange, horrible fits of depression with increasing regularity, and it got to the point where Rant had to remind her to eat or bathe. It truly took a toll on him, and in his mother's final days, Rant vowed to himself that this would never happen to him. He wouldn't let it.
Rant's mother died two weeks before his 16th birthday. Since then, he has never been truly open with another person. He set off on his own, continuing his mother's aimless wandering; hoping to find a place for himself somewhere. . .
Rant was (and is) not looking for his father. That search destroyed his mother; he would have no more of it. Besides, he had never even known his father. In fact, Rant isn't even certain of what he would do if he came face to face with the absent man. He can't help but hold a grudge against this invisible person who wrecked his life. No, Rant is searching for something else, something far less concrete. Something without a name.
Nicknames: Rant
Age: 24
Race: Avian
Gender: male
Sexuality: bisexual
Type: crow
Ability: empathy
Attributes: Capable of flight, fragile bones, enhanced speed and strength, along with a beautiful voice (when they sing).
Appearance:
The first thing you notice about Rant is his striking facial structure. He has hollowed cheeks and ice blue eyes, which can make him appear quite intimidating upon first glance. Rant's hair is a medium, chocolatey brown that gleams copper in direct sunlight and seems to be in a perpetual state of disarray. He has fair, freckled skin. Rant stands at about 5'11, with a wiry sort of frame (thin but muscled; conducive to flight). Although Rant often tries for a neutral expression, his unusual facial structure and piercing eyes can convey a kind of (unintentional and often nonexistent) intense fury.
Personality:
Perhaps partly as a result of his appearance, others have always treated Rant with a kind of distant, wary awe. This has contributed to making him into the emotionally guarded individual he is today. Rant enjoys being around others (even though he may not show it), but often needs time to himself. Slow to anger, Rant doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve. However, if provoked, his wrath knows no bounds. In fact, the intensity with which Rant can feel emotions has contributed massively to the guarded facade he constructs for himself.
One thing Rant values above all is loyalty. He will never betray a friend, and, indeed, holds a small circle of others very close. Although he keeps most of his personal feelings to himself, Rant is a good listener. He likes to help others with their problems, and can slip into a habit of living vicariously through others so as not to face his own issues.
While clearly flawed, Rant is, in essence, a good person. He has a sense of humour that others often find odd, but this doesn't really bother him as he generally has little regard for the way he appears to others.
History:
Holden Wray was born at sea. Which sea, he doesn't know. Come to think of it, he doesn't know much about that whole area of his life. All he knows is what his mother told him, and she lied more often than she did anything else. However, her words are the only thing he has to go on.
So he was born at sea. His father was (allegedly) an old ship captain, whatever that meant. Rant was unimpressed by this aspect of his father, but whenever his mother had spoke of her husband, a kind of serene peace would come over her, and, for a moment, the constant, dull ache in her voice subsided. As a child, Rant used to dream about where his father was; what he was doing. He didn't dare ask his mother; he would never risk triggering another relapse.
Born at sea. To a ship captain and his beautiful young bride. Rant knew this part off by heart. The night he was born, there was a terrible storm. The ship was not far from shore, but the sea was churning and howling like a furious beast. His father was up on deck, struggling valiantly to keep the ship from capsizing. His mother gave birth unaided, in the bowels of a wooden boat in the midst of a hurricane. To Rant, that alone is a succinct representation of his mother.
Eventually the storm subsided, and Rant's mother emerged, exhausted and shaking, but joyous nonetheless, to find that she and her newborn son were alone. Her husband was nowhere to be found. Distraught, she rushed about the ship, screaming his name until the last of her energy gave out and she collapsed.
Over the next three years (so the story goes), Rant's mother wandered aimlessly, landing in random shores and searching. Rant grew up with this kind of life; always searching fruitlessly for something he had never really known. Eventually, his mother accepted the probability of ever finding her husband was remote at best, and instead directed her feverish devotion towards her only child.
She was a good mother, this Rant believes even today. She was a formidable woman, and refused to let her husband's absence (her word for it) destroy her. Rant grew to be an intelligent, if quiet, youth. As he got older, his mother's mind seemed to disintegrate. She would fall into strange, horrible fits of depression with increasing regularity, and it got to the point where Rant had to remind her to eat or bathe. It truly took a toll on him, and in his mother's final days, Rant vowed to himself that this would never happen to him. He wouldn't let it.
Rant's mother died two weeks before his 16th birthday. Since then, he has never been truly open with another person. He set off on his own, continuing his mother's aimless wandering; hoping to find a place for himself somewhere. . .
Rant was (and is) not looking for his father. That search destroyed his mother; he would have no more of it. Besides, he had never even known his father. In fact, Rant isn't even certain of what he would do if he came face to face with the absent man. He can't help but hold a grudge against this invisible person who wrecked his life. No, Rant is searching for something else, something far less concrete. Something without a name.
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