ARANCK. fate of the stars

[ARANCK.]

naming the stars one by one: aranck duval
they seem ageless yet so young: eighteen but aging comes slowly
male or female it can never be figured: male
be it white dwarf or red giant: shapeshifter mother/bard father
fighting the pull of gravity: moyen

like snowflakes each are different:

Fitting easily to the Moyen steryotype of tanned, his body takes on a copper sheen that only darkens in the summer and never looses its shade in the winter. Short, rumpled black hair adorns the top of his head and it is rarely styled when all he has to do is run his long fingers through it. His chiseled facial features are only enhanced by a full set of lips. His deep green eyes draw attention to the upper half of his face while a fading scar runs along his jaw and up to his ear also demans your attention. Sliding onto his upper body, eyes are rewarded with a chiseled frame that is the result of many years work and fewer years play. His legs are also tanned and powerful, build form long days of running with no where inparticular to go. Stepping back, his size is almost astonishing for his kind. He stands a little above six feet, which may seem normal, but his family stands at an average of just five feet eight inches. Because of his nature, there is another physical side to this darkly handsome boy.

A mixed heritage gave this boy two gifts and one of those includes the ability to shift his form. Because he is a hybrid, his is stuck with only a single phase while others of his kind are free to take any shape they want. When given the choice on his fifteenth birthday, the boy choose his favorite and most powerful form, the wolf. Mistaken often times for a bear, his wolf self is a large replication of an American Timber. Silky, multi-colored hair streams off his ruffed shoulders like the smooth flow of water over a stream bed. The colors actually gracing his pelt include browns, golds, and blacks; almost a russet hue from farthur away. Uncharacteristically of wolves, he actually retains his striking green eyes in his phase. Like his human form, he is a large wolf capible of speed and power.

like a brightly shining sun:

Once again fitting into a steryotype, this boy doesn't feel too strongly toward good or evil and stays the even-tempered wall in the middle of the two. Being thoughtful, he isn't afraid to let himself think before he acts. Many people think he is anti-social but he does open up if someone actually takes the time to get to know him. Once a bond is formed, he seems to have opened a valve and words sometimes pour outas he puts his ideas to the test. Despite a passive nature normally, he isn't afraid to fight for what he believes in which finally sets him apart from the Moyen beliefs. Most fight to remain completely seperated from the fighting but if an issue comes across that he thinks strongly about, he will fight without a problem or second thought. Many people don't actually get to know his true personality until they actually take the tame to crack down the walls this mysterious boy has built.

each has its past to look back on:

When this child was first born, his parents didn't really know what to expect from their hybrid son because this special mix was not often seen or even heard of. At first, the small boy would only shimmer and shake but he would never fully phase so his parents began to accept the fact that he had not recieved the shifter gene. They were mistake when, one day, they came home only to a small wolf pup curled on the floor in front of the snapping fireplace. At first alarmed, his parent awoke the pup and their fears were quelled as they stared into the striking green eyes of their son in wolven form. Getting him to phase back was the difficult part seeing as he couldn't quite understand their coaching. Once he did make it back, he was put under the tuteledge of a wise old bard where he learned the ways of the world. As he grew, he found out that phasing into anything other than a wolf was a strain that was begining to take its toll on his heart.

On his fifteenth birthday, an attempt to phase into something other than a wolf was no longer possible, he just shimmered and shook before collapsing. From that day forward, he worked with his father's old bard friend to develop the skills he had. Being the thoughtfull child, he learned fast and the old bard was impressed and deemed him a prodigy if he kept practicing. The small villege where he was raised was raised to the ground one day as it was caught in the middle of the war. Everyone who ment anything to the boy had been slaughtered and it was a miracle that he had survived the onslaught. At this point the boy was eighteen but that is simply a number because, to a shifter, years go by very slowly and their lives are often extended beyond those of a human. Finally setting a loyality for his family, the boy found his way into the Moyen lands.

each has its shining moments of fame:

shifting - while most shapeshifters are able to slide from human to any other animal form they wish, this boy is stuck with just one alternate form because of his mixed heritage.

telekinesis - while others have a more developed version of this gift, he is only able to move small to medium objects. many tell him that if he excersizes his gift, it could be stoked into something truely frightening.

hearing - while many would wonder how this is a gift, he revels in his simple power to settle down and listen. he hears things that most people would overlook and his father swears that one day the song will come to him and this thoughtful boy could one day figure it out for what it is.

there is always the dark eclipse

control - this careful and thoughtful boy must always be concerned with his control over his emotions. strong waves of an emotion, either joyful or hateful, can send him into a shift and if he is not careful, his death.

bloodloss - amplified heartrate during phasing often leads to the faster pumping of blood to all parts of the body. if he were to get cut at any time, bloodloss becomes a big problem because his heart works faster than a normal human being's.

feeling - most people like feelings and emotions but they would have a different view if they felt the pain of someone else. in his wolf form, he can feel the feelings of each and every animal around him. if a deer has been caught by a predator, he can feel its pain in death and it tortures him until the bliss of death comes to the animal.

Sample;

The forest was dark and quiet as all of its residents had prepared and hunkered down for the storm brewing on the horizon. One lonely road snaked its way through the silence with only a single traveller upon it, walking toward the comming onslaught without even a falter in his step. Rain and thunder was not a worry of the boy walking briskly on his way, eyes shifting from side to side as if he was preparing for the arrival of an unwanted visitor. Despite the defensive look, a deep thoughtfullness creased his young features, pulling at the scar snaking along the outline of his face. Continuing to march into the fire, he subtitly shifted his course to the other side of the open road as if on instinct for, at that moment, a man on horseback came thudding over a slight rise in the road. Stopping his movement, the mysterious stranger curled his long fingers around the hood of his cloak before pulling it over his cropped black hair. Not noticing the quiet traveller until he was upon him, the rider's horse shied away from the boy. Deep lyrics boomed from the rider's mouth as he demanded this unexpected appearance. "You are going the wrong way boy, that storm is a doozy. A bemused smile danced across Aranck's lips as he allowed his answer to quietly flow forth. My home isn't far from here Sir and I would appreciate it if you let me continue on before this doozy of a storm cuts me off. The rider on horseback seemed slightly taken aback at the slightly harsh words comming for the thoughtful boy. Frowing, he simply grunted before spurring his horse onward on his way. A sigh passed through Aranck's pursed lips as he plodded forth once more in no more hurry than he was before. There was no home or place to go and the riding stranger was easily ridded of.

Giving a single backwards glance, the boy lept forward with a movement that was quite inhuman. In mid-leap, a new form erupted from the one that was human. A large wolf had taken the place of the quiet boy and it shifted almost as if it were in pain before ashake shimmered along its spine. Indeed, Aranck was this wolf as much as the wolf was him. Just as the first drops of rain spilled from the clouds, a howl erupted from the parted jaws of the beautiful creature situated upon the path. A slight smile danced across the human-like features of his mouth as he felt the fear of the horse who was still travelling away in the opposite direction. A giant leap forward sent him in the fluid motion of a run and his lithe form slid into the trees. A calm resolve washed over him as the calm and comfortable feelings of each of the hunkered down aniomals around him washed through his mind. He was at peace as he ran, to no where in particular, but to somewhere he felt he should be.

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[EldeeLOVE]

everything looks to be in order.
I can't wait to have a character meet up with your boyo here.
Accepted.

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