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Tanjun
Jun 21, 2010 1:59:02 GMT -5
Post by amaya on Jun 21, 2010 1:59:02 GMT -5
Beast Character Application Information
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Amaya.
Your Age:: Fourteen.
How Long Have you been Rping:: A little over a couple of years?
How Did You Find Us:: The Creator badgered me about it. xD
Tell us about you:: Uhm. am short midget Asian? Role-playing is basically my life, but my muse tends to suck.
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Here in the shadows, I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Tanjun. [ Simplicity. ]
Age:: sixteen.
Date Of Birth:: June thirteenth.
Where you were born:: n/a
What animal are you:: wolf.
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I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearance::
As a human, Tanjun seems fairly decent height. About average height, really. And in truth, he appears very young, around the age of fourteen, because of his personality. Despite being two years older than his apparent age, he doesn't mind; not that it gives him much kudos. His build isn't very rugged or strong, but he isn't exactly scrawny. Yes, he's skinny, but not worryingly thin - and his muscles aren't very obvious at all. He even appears childishly feeble, at times.
His skin color is about midway between pale and tan, giving it a nice and healthy look. However, it is not smooth, considering the fact that he's in reality a wolf, but it's not too rough. The color of his eyes are a fairly nice blue, its shade varying depending on the lighting, ranging from a dull and normal blue to a gleaming and glittering sky blue.
The hair that he doesn't need to groom has that kind of ruffled feel. It's organized and decent looking, but it's not completely neat and wondrous. However, it is rather soft and silky; some strands just tend to get kicked out of their assigned spots. Its color is basically blond; not dirty, but not platinum, just a normal, soft yellow coloration. Though, the shade or lighting can give him apparent 'highlights.'
He has a rather sweet appearance and atmosphere, childish but not immature. Small, but not very small. And that shows in not just his face, but obviously, within the rest of him, including his movements and smiles.
Height:: humane 5'2''. wolven 3'11''.
Weight:: 112 lbs.
Eye Color:: humane blue. wolven gold.
Normal Attire::
Tanjun tends to wear simple things. Like a t-shirt and jeans; those are his normal options. But almost always, he will have a jacket or small blanket tied around his neck, billowing down his back. It gives him a feeling of false security, and he doesn't even know why. The rest of his clothes are normally convenient, easy to either wear or just slip through whenever he grows smaller in his wolven form. But the jacket or blanket tends to rip apart when he transforms. In all honesty, though, he doesn't care; he can replace clothes easily, and as long as they resemble blue or black, he'll take it.
True form::
Such a difference in size, no? From five feet to four, how odd. But it helps Tanjun aplenty; truth be told, he appreciates his small size. Though he cannot overpower many, his small size allows him to be fast and, though perhaps not furious, outwitting. Strategies work all the much better when one is small, depending on the calculations of the mind.
His fur is roughed up, of course, seeming to almost thin out at some points. Its color is pale, gentle. Delicate even. After all, a light tan isn't very threatening seeming, now is it? But the colorations have darkened a tad after that sensation of paradise was gone. They seem to darken monthly, just a little, so after a while, the pale tan appears brown. A light brown, but still brown. And then dark traces began to arrive, though mainly where he has hidden scars.
Those eyes of his are always soft, even as a wolf. And their golden color seems to blend in perfectly with not just his wolven appearance, but also with his personality. Like honey.
Physical attributes:: Speed; that's what his body is about. Raw, stealthy speed, and compact enough to fit through or hide in small spaces. Also, he is rather flexible, and his head is actually acts a tad harder than it shoulder. His strength is not great, but not feeble, either.
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I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality::
Oh, the dear little Tanjun. He's a sweet little boy, humane and wolven. Though he cares, having a rather big heart and all, he's terribly timid. Socially awkward and afraid of many things. Paranoid, even. Because, even though he cares about all the other animals and innocent humans, he's had his share of betrayal and pain and darkness, so even if he wants to help, he's too afraid. Afraid to be hurt again and again.
He's not a coward, but he's not that much of a risk taker, either. If the risk is minor, and the task needs to be accomplished, he'll do it. But if the risk is too high, it will be a last resort, or he'll not give it a try at all. He lives life on the attempted-safe side.
Thing is, with his big heart, he doesn't like seeing others suffer. So he's defended and saved a few, even though he was nearly killed once. The hunters scare him, and the nobles more so, but he was one to protect a friend. Even though that friend was to die from his wounds. In his eyes, a friend is a friend, and a bond is a bond. Nothing more, nothing less; in bonds, one sacrifices to earn, and one earns to take the path to happiness and peace of mind.
His mind is never peaceful. It's always got troubles, whether it ranges from starvation to being hunted, his mind is occupied. Mostly elsewhere, deep in his head and his dreams. After all, he's a dreamer. Just not able to realize those dreams anytime soon. But he doesn't like being sad; he doesn't like it getting to him, so he covers it up with laughs and smiles, if he can. When it reaches a point, he'll just break down.
Though, there aren't many to know him. He's like an outcast, roaming away from others out of fear and riskiness. He wants friends; he likes them. But he just can't afford them. And it hurts. But no one said he didn't try to live life to the fullest. On the almost-safe side.
History::
Even as a pup, life was difficult. He was the runt of the litter, small and feeble and nearly left for dead by his desperate mother. She had two to feed, and one stillborn to rid of; she just didn't have time for a runt. But, thankfully, his father managed to convince her otherwise, to give their pup a chance; Paradise would be waiting for the pup's arrival, but with the family and not alone. Not the first.
So she kept and raised him, though not with as much faith in him as his siblings, his brothers. Eventually, they grew up and grew close. Even their mother finally accepted him as among the most worthy, most valuable, in the family.
Sadly, the nobles and hunters had risen again during that time. They unknowingly stepped into their doom, into a trap, not even a month later. His mother almost made it, but she went back for his father, who had been shot multiple times and bled to death before she reached the scene. Despite having told her pups to retreat, they returned to watch from a distance. And they were horrified to find their mother killed by not bullets, but by knives and swords, to leave her suffering even more as she bled to death as well.
Tanjun, shaken, ran off, hiding in a small den. It took almost an entire day for his brothers to find him, but they did, and they were forced to move on without their parents, their guardians. Their certainty. And to Tanjun, their faith.
Months later, they had grown stronger, amazingly recovering well and managing easily on their own. Oh but the hunters and nobles didn't loosen their grasp. The leader of the brothers had managed to snag a meal, a little ways off the stream where Tanjun and his second brother were quenching their thirst. Before they could react to their older's snarl, gunshots rang out, and their brother dropped dead. In panic and shock, Tanjun froze, forcing his final brother to snatch him in his jaws and escape.
Their living conditions began to deteriorate there, which made his brother bitter and hateful. Around a year later, his brother snapped and attacked him on his hunt, easily overpowering the runt. His brother spat at him and clawed at his stomach and limbs, snapping his jaws at his throat - and right when he felt his brother's pearls graze the skin on his neck, a large wolf knocked his brother off. Gasping for air and to dull the pain of his stinging wounds, Tanjun got to his paws and stared in shock an agony as his brother and the black wolf tore at each other, ripping each other apart. It was like they were at war.. and it terrified him.
"Brother, brother, stop fighting!" he remembered calling out, "Stranger wolf, please stop it!" He had begged and pleaded, whining and barking at them to stop - but in the end, the black beast tore into his brother and ripped him apart basically from the inside. With no idea what to do, he turned tail and ran. Straight into a human's legs.
At first, he thought it was a hunter - but it was a kind, twilight-aged man. And he took the wolf in, seeing the runt as not much of a threat. The man was one of those who supported wolves, loved Paradise. And so, for one year, he told Tanjun everything he needed to know in his quest to survive as a wolf. It was with that man that Tanjun learned to transform into human, to wear clothing, to live like man - but also to live like a wolf. He was happy there.
But one night, he awoke to sounds of heavy footfalls and the old man's cut off cry. Waking up, he glanced out the doorway, barely managing to keep from yelping at the site of the man being shot in the head. Panicking, he crashed through the window, narrowly managing to escape with only a few grazing gunshots and a blade to his leg. In fear, he fled to a city and began to live like a human, just as the old man told him. But things didn't go well for long. They never did.
Occasionally, he was discovered. Or sometimes, he would be kicked out, hunted down, bountied, or just plain rejected. Somehow, however, he kept his big heart, and he managed to meet a few other wolves, befriending them. However, after not even a year of living decently, they were all captured by the nobles, locked up and prepared to be experimented on.
For days, they awaited their fate, and two of their friends were killed in experiments; another of them shot for disobedience. Only four were left, and Tanjun could feel their anger and hatred forming and growing. But he was scared to fight them; even with thorough plans made, he was afraid. The risks were so great.. In the end, though, they managed to break free, killing a few in the lab in the process. One of them died instantly from a gunshot to the spine, and the other was slashed to death. Tanjun and his final, best friend was left.
A gunshot rang, and his friend fell, his leg damaged. Though horrified, wanting nothing more than to escape, he turned right round. "I won't leave you," he growled meekly, "I can't leave you. Stay with me!" He hadn't wanted to lose someone else. He hadn't wanted to lose anything. So he fought. Finally, for once in his life, he actually fought, like a real wolf. A battle not to harm, but to destroy. And he did well, managing to buy his friend some time. Yet when they escaped, they knew it was over; his friend's heart wouldn't last much longer. So they bid their final farewells, and he slept next to him, warming him in his last breath.
After escaping that city, he roamed. But he noticed that, that massive twinge of hope and warmth had left his heart. Perhaps it was his friends dying - but something told him it was more. More important than anything. More important than the world.
So he searched. And he still searches. And he lived. So he still lives.
But nothing was ever as beautiful as before. Nothing ever as beautiful as innocence.
Mates:: nadda.
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: nooo.
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