Post by Hyacinthe mab Necthana on Jul 29, 2010 4:15:16 GMT
Name: Hyacinthe mab Necthana
Age: Twenty-Nine
Sex: Male
Class: Army / Citizen
Appearance: | MUSE - Jake Gyllenhaal |
At first glance, all a person may notice of Hyacinthe’s was the fact that the young man is absolutely rugged. Dirty some may say, with dark hair falling toward his shoulders, some caught up within small braids in some semblance of an attempt to keep those locks from obscuring his vision. After all, what was a scout without his sense of sight? His chin dusted with the warm prickle of unkempt stubble, and dirt beneath his fingernails. Some may consider him to be utterly dirty.
Perhaps most startling about the young man’s appearance would be his eyes, an almost startling shade of blue amongst the tan of his skin, and the dark pigment of his hair. There’s no doubt that a woman or two had been lost within that gaze of his. That, coupled with that almost boyish grin of his? There’s no doubt that women are attracted by the sight of him alone.
His attire, as opposed to the regalia of thick armor and chainmaille which came to be expected of Camelot’s army, he sported, loose clothing, coupled with more comfortable riding leathers, made for both speed and comfort alike.
Character: Since childhood, Hyacinthe was known to have gotten into everything and anything without fear or shame. He had been eager to climb trees and wrestle with the other children. Since his youth, Hyacinthe had made Camelot his own alongside his loyal band of companions; roaming the streets like a pack wild dogs. Yet, despite all the things they had done, not once did Hyacinthe turn his back on his most beloved of friends. It was the beginning of something spectacular, and a taste of the camraderie that Hyacinthe would fall in love with and one of the many reasons why Hyacinthe would join Camelot's military. Truth be told, there were many that shaped his way of being and choices in life.
His father was the one who had led Hyacinthe to being rather steadfast and loyal to his country. After all, Amaury mab Necthana was a military man himself, and all about his heritage and the love for his nation. Then there was Hyacinthe's mother who had taught the boy everything she knew and to embrace freedom with open arms. So, although being occasionally stoic and stonefaced, Hyacinthe's very carefree and savvy as well, and intelligent. That, and open minded of other cultures.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
{*Due to his occupation as a scout and heritage, Hyacinthe has come to have close ties with the gypsy people. He has fallen for their natural way and has a soft spot for them in his heart. He'd do anything for them.}
Magic: The Wit, a lesser magic earned from his mother that allows him to telepathically communicate with animals and bond with one specifically. The magic allows Hyacinthe to repel beasts and influence them too. He could likewise use the ability to sense nearby humans. Despite the fact that the Wit is now a strength, Hyacinthe was once unable to withstand the ability.
Weaponry Skills:
{*Hyacinthe could use his mount to his advantage}
Character History: Hyacinthe's history did not start with his birth but before that with his father. The man known as Amaury mab Necthana was a major deciding factor for Hyacinthe before and after his birth. It was because of him, and his love for his nation, that had led him to venturing into the rank and file of Camelot's military only to become a renown scout who had eventually mingled with the roaming gypsy folk. It was through such ties that Amaury had met Hyacinthe's mother Melisande, and thus Hyacinthe was brought into the world.
Amaury believed in a proper marriage, and so bound to Melisande quickly when he had found that she was with child. With their proper marriage, Melisande abandoned her nomad life as a gypsy to live within Camelot proper as a seamstress; using her nimble fingers to mend and create clothing for those of the lesser class. All the while she carried a child within her as Amaury continued his task for Camelot to support their new life together, and soon Hyacinthe was born.
A beautiful child, Hyacinthe was named after Amaury's father who had been a blessed cavalier in his time. Despite the fact that Amaury had little experience with children, though, Melisande had taken care of a number of younger siblings within her youth, and other children apart of her father's caravan throughout her life. So, tending to Hyacinthe was simple and second nature to the young woman. Yet, that's not to say the two weren't without their fair share of problems.
Although earning a considerable salary, Amaury had to often be away from Melisande and Hyacinthe both whilst on his duties as a scout. It often lead to bouts of depression from Melisande who had abandoned the caravan to live a quiet, slow life within Camelot as a proper woman, or so Amaury had told her. She loved Hyacinthe, though, but despite that, Melisande was displeased with her own life. Despite that, though, she lived on quietly and without complaint as Hyacinthe grew older and Melisande taught Hyacinthe all that he knew, including telling him of the lesser magic he had been born with.
Hyacinthe loved his mother dearly, but with all that's wonderful, such things must eventually be taken away. After falling ill to a wave of a plague, Melisande passed when Hyacinthe was sixteen years of age, and soon Hyacinthe was left to his own devices until the day Amaury was released from the military due to injury. Amaury, though, had no complaints over his son who he had taught and treated kindly throughout the years, and soon had influenced Hyacinthe to join the military.
Hyacinthe, like his father, had a knack for tracking and hunting, and marksmenship with archery. That, and a natural at anything physical. With ties with both the citizens of Camelot and the gypsies, too, Hyacinthe knew both worlds in and out like the back of his hand, and used such to his advantage as he grew through the military ranks and sought to become what his father once was: a scout.
Now, years later, Hyacinthe has become a renown scout that performs his duties with utter ease. Although somewhat well known, it's known that Hyacinthe often disappears for weeks to months at a time performing his tasks and mingling with the gypsies from time to time. In fact, like his father, Hyacinthe had met a woman in such a way. Yet, unlike his mother, she had not been fortunate and had passed during childbirth.
The babe, named Adara, was taken and brought to Camelot be tended to properly by Hyacinthe's father as he works for the military without complaint. Only to return eagerly to see his family and settle.
Additional Information: Hyacinthe would have joined Camelot's military at a young age and would have become a scout for a years now. So, when I do my training post it will be years before what he is now, if that's alright? If not, then I wouldn't mind starting him joining anew.
Also, I'm sorry if the application doesn't seem so good! It felt kind of forced after a while because I'm not very good with applications. I have a lot of ideas for Hyacinthe, but it's hard to really get it out on an application when I prefer to write it through threads, etc. Anyway, I hope it's well!
Sample Roleplay:
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Andre
Location:EST Time Zone. United States, New York.
How long have you been RPing for: Several Years
Any other characters on the site?: Joscelin William Trevalion, Balian Aurelius.
Age: Twenty-Nine
Sex: Male
Class: Army / Citizen
Appearance: | MUSE - Jake Gyllenhaal |
At first glance, all a person may notice of Hyacinthe’s was the fact that the young man is absolutely rugged. Dirty some may say, with dark hair falling toward his shoulders, some caught up within small braids in some semblance of an attempt to keep those locks from obscuring his vision. After all, what was a scout without his sense of sight? His chin dusted with the warm prickle of unkempt stubble, and dirt beneath his fingernails. Some may consider him to be utterly dirty.
Perhaps most startling about the young man’s appearance would be his eyes, an almost startling shade of blue amongst the tan of his skin, and the dark pigment of his hair. There’s no doubt that a woman or two had been lost within that gaze of his. That, coupled with that almost boyish grin of his? There’s no doubt that women are attracted by the sight of him alone.
His attire, as opposed to the regalia of thick armor and chainmaille which came to be expected of Camelot’s army, he sported, loose clothing, coupled with more comfortable riding leathers, made for both speed and comfort alike.
Character: Since childhood, Hyacinthe was known to have gotten into everything and anything without fear or shame. He had been eager to climb trees and wrestle with the other children. Since his youth, Hyacinthe had made Camelot his own alongside his loyal band of companions; roaming the streets like a pack wild dogs. Yet, despite all the things they had done, not once did Hyacinthe turn his back on his most beloved of friends. It was the beginning of something spectacular, and a taste of the camraderie that Hyacinthe would fall in love with and one of the many reasons why Hyacinthe would join Camelot's military. Truth be told, there were many that shaped his way of being and choices in life.
His father was the one who had led Hyacinthe to being rather steadfast and loyal to his country. After all, Amaury mab Necthana was a military man himself, and all about his heritage and the love for his nation. Then there was Hyacinthe's mother who had taught the boy everything she knew and to embrace freedom with open arms. So, although being occasionally stoic and stonefaced, Hyacinthe's very carefree and savvy as well, and intelligent. That, and open minded of other cultures.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
- Intelligent
- Level-Headed
- Experienced Soldier
- Excellent Tracker and Hunter
- Loyal
- the Wit
- Cillian, Hyacinthe's wolf
WEAKNESSES
- Women
- Adara, Hyacinthe's daughter
- Wine
- Challenges
- Gypsies*
{*Due to his occupation as a scout and heritage, Hyacinthe has come to have close ties with the gypsy people. He has fallen for their natural way and has a soft spot for them in his heart. He'd do anything for them.}
Magic: The Wit, a lesser magic earned from his mother that allows him to telepathically communicate with animals and bond with one specifically. The magic allows Hyacinthe to repel beasts and influence them too. He could likewise use the ability to sense nearby humans. Despite the fact that the Wit is now a strength, Hyacinthe was once unable to withstand the ability.
Weaponry Skills:
- Archery
- Swordsmanship
- Horsemanship*
{*Hyacinthe could use his mount to his advantage}
Character History: Hyacinthe's history did not start with his birth but before that with his father. The man known as Amaury mab Necthana was a major deciding factor for Hyacinthe before and after his birth. It was because of him, and his love for his nation, that had led him to venturing into the rank and file of Camelot's military only to become a renown scout who had eventually mingled with the roaming gypsy folk. It was through such ties that Amaury had met Hyacinthe's mother Melisande, and thus Hyacinthe was brought into the world.
Amaury believed in a proper marriage, and so bound to Melisande quickly when he had found that she was with child. With their proper marriage, Melisande abandoned her nomad life as a gypsy to live within Camelot proper as a seamstress; using her nimble fingers to mend and create clothing for those of the lesser class. All the while she carried a child within her as Amaury continued his task for Camelot to support their new life together, and soon Hyacinthe was born.
A beautiful child, Hyacinthe was named after Amaury's father who had been a blessed cavalier in his time. Despite the fact that Amaury had little experience with children, though, Melisande had taken care of a number of younger siblings within her youth, and other children apart of her father's caravan throughout her life. So, tending to Hyacinthe was simple and second nature to the young woman. Yet, that's not to say the two weren't without their fair share of problems.
Although earning a considerable salary, Amaury had to often be away from Melisande and Hyacinthe both whilst on his duties as a scout. It often lead to bouts of depression from Melisande who had abandoned the caravan to live a quiet, slow life within Camelot as a proper woman, or so Amaury had told her. She loved Hyacinthe, though, but despite that, Melisande was displeased with her own life. Despite that, though, she lived on quietly and without complaint as Hyacinthe grew older and Melisande taught Hyacinthe all that he knew, including telling him of the lesser magic he had been born with.
Hyacinthe loved his mother dearly, but with all that's wonderful, such things must eventually be taken away. After falling ill to a wave of a plague, Melisande passed when Hyacinthe was sixteen years of age, and soon Hyacinthe was left to his own devices until the day Amaury was released from the military due to injury. Amaury, though, had no complaints over his son who he had taught and treated kindly throughout the years, and soon had influenced Hyacinthe to join the military.
Hyacinthe, like his father, had a knack for tracking and hunting, and marksmenship with archery. That, and a natural at anything physical. With ties with both the citizens of Camelot and the gypsies, too, Hyacinthe knew both worlds in and out like the back of his hand, and used such to his advantage as he grew through the military ranks and sought to become what his father once was: a scout.
Now, years later, Hyacinthe has become a renown scout that performs his duties with utter ease. Although somewhat well known, it's known that Hyacinthe often disappears for weeks to months at a time performing his tasks and mingling with the gypsies from time to time. In fact, like his father, Hyacinthe had met a woman in such a way. Yet, unlike his mother, she had not been fortunate and had passed during childbirth.
The babe, named Adara, was taken and brought to Camelot be tended to properly by Hyacinthe's father as he works for the military without complaint. Only to return eagerly to see his family and settle.
Additional Information: Hyacinthe would have joined Camelot's military at a young age and would have become a scout for a years now. So, when I do my training post it will be years before what he is now, if that's alright? If not, then I wouldn't mind starting him joining anew.
Also, I'm sorry if the application doesn't seem so good! It felt kind of forced after a while because I'm not very good with applications. I have a lot of ideas for Hyacinthe, but it's hard to really get it out on an application when I prefer to write it through threads, etc. Anyway, I hope it's well!
Sample Roleplay:
"Go home, Cap'n." Ethan uttered. "Go home and kiss your children goodnight, and tell your wife that you love her, and get some sleep, alright?" Ethan told him from the doorway with one hand upon the knob and the other on the jamb. Samuel, though, looked unmoved as he lifted his hands to his face and slipped his palms from his eyes to his mouth to stifle his groan of displeasure. Ethan, unfortunately for Samuel, was right. He should return home.
"I will," Samuel murmured and Ethan offered a smile.
"Goodnight, Cap'n," Ethan muttered and disappeared within the hallway.
Samuel, though, continued to sit there knowing that he wouldn't return home that night. He didn't want to. Despite the fact that Samuel knew there would be a plate of food saved for him, Samuel no longer cared. He didn't want to return home to every complaint his wife would throw onto him. He didn't want to return to his children who were growing far too fast for his liking and more defiant with each notch of a year. He didn't want to return to a home that felt like anything but a proper haven.
"Goodnight, Ethan," Samuel murmured but the man was already long gone.
Samuel heaved a heavy sigh before staring down at the folders and pages that were spread out upon his desk. It was all the information gleaned from the parents of each missing child, and murder, too. It was everything that mattered with the last case. The case that would define him to the public as they look to him for guidance and help while the whole world has gone to shit before their very eyes. It was a tragic thought and one that Samuel didn't accept with open arms.
Yet, what could Samuel do...?
Stubborn as ever, though, Samuel refused to allow the case to become cold. Despite the fact that after the initial forty-eight hours cases became significantly harder to solve. Yet, this was Samuel James Redford! He had a populace to look after, protect and lead toward a better tomorrow. He had become an officer of the law for a reason, and that reason was entirely because of the fact that he felt he could have changed things for the better.
That Samuel could shape the future of Ladysmith.
Now look at him.
Over twenty years later and Samuel now had a drinking problem, a nearly broken home and children who were defiant and seemed entirely against him. Although now Samuel was the Chief of Police, there was very little else worth any semblance of a mention; after all, why would someone so proudly proclaim they had a wonderfully terrible life?
Samuel sat up then and smoothed his hand down the length of his waistcoat. His eyes flitted to and fro, but never actually settled on a thing. His office was within a disarray and Samuel rarely tended to anything there. Nonetheless, Samuel leaned forth and had begun to scoop each loose page and set them within their proper folders before stacking them. Then his eyes fell onto his family portait -- his wife and kids. He frowned deeply and reached out only to brush fingertips upon the portrait. Then that question that so plagued him...
Where had he strayed so far off the path and when...?
Did his wife love him whatsoever now or was their marriage out of mere convenience?
The only thing Samuel feared more than the truth was himself.
He shook his head then and came to his feet. Then within moments Samuel was putting the folders away more properly before reaching for his suitjacket. He slipped his arms through such and only moments thereafter did Samuel leave his office and treaded through the precinct before leaving through the front door and leaving the watch in charge of his home away from home.
The night welcomed him with open arms as Samuel made his way to the parking lot and sought his car. It wasn't long until he was off though but Samuel didn't turn himself toward home as Ethan had suggested. Instead, Samuel sought Ladysmith's diner which tended to be open a tad bit later than usual. It wasn't entirely long until the door swung open with a chime to that bell overhead and Samuel entered to the approval of one of the older male behind the counter.
"Well, look who's here!" Jim chirruped and smiled widely.
Samuel pulled a face. "Coffee, Jim. Please."
"What's got you so down, Chief?" Jim questioned and lifted a brow.
Samuel hadn't come here to talk though.
"Coffee," he told Jim simply before moving toward one the booths at the window.
"I will," Samuel murmured and Ethan offered a smile.
"Goodnight, Cap'n," Ethan muttered and disappeared within the hallway.
Samuel, though, continued to sit there knowing that he wouldn't return home that night. He didn't want to. Despite the fact that Samuel knew there would be a plate of food saved for him, Samuel no longer cared. He didn't want to return home to every complaint his wife would throw onto him. He didn't want to return to his children who were growing far too fast for his liking and more defiant with each notch of a year. He didn't want to return to a home that felt like anything but a proper haven.
"Goodnight, Ethan," Samuel murmured but the man was already long gone.
Samuel heaved a heavy sigh before staring down at the folders and pages that were spread out upon his desk. It was all the information gleaned from the parents of each missing child, and murder, too. It was everything that mattered with the last case. The case that would define him to the public as they look to him for guidance and help while the whole world has gone to shit before their very eyes. It was a tragic thought and one that Samuel didn't accept with open arms.
Yet, what could Samuel do...?
Stubborn as ever, though, Samuel refused to allow the case to become cold. Despite the fact that after the initial forty-eight hours cases became significantly harder to solve. Yet, this was Samuel James Redford! He had a populace to look after, protect and lead toward a better tomorrow. He had become an officer of the law for a reason, and that reason was entirely because of the fact that he felt he could have changed things for the better.
That Samuel could shape the future of Ladysmith.
Now look at him.
Over twenty years later and Samuel now had a drinking problem, a nearly broken home and children who were defiant and seemed entirely against him. Although now Samuel was the Chief of Police, there was very little else worth any semblance of a mention; after all, why would someone so proudly proclaim they had a wonderfully terrible life?
Samuel sat up then and smoothed his hand down the length of his waistcoat. His eyes flitted to and fro, but never actually settled on a thing. His office was within a disarray and Samuel rarely tended to anything there. Nonetheless, Samuel leaned forth and had begun to scoop each loose page and set them within their proper folders before stacking them. Then his eyes fell onto his family portait -- his wife and kids. He frowned deeply and reached out only to brush fingertips upon the portrait. Then that question that so plagued him...
Where had he strayed so far off the path and when...?
Did his wife love him whatsoever now or was their marriage out of mere convenience?
The only thing Samuel feared more than the truth was himself.
He shook his head then and came to his feet. Then within moments Samuel was putting the folders away more properly before reaching for his suitjacket. He slipped his arms through such and only moments thereafter did Samuel leave his office and treaded through the precinct before leaving through the front door and leaving the watch in charge of his home away from home.
The night welcomed him with open arms as Samuel made his way to the parking lot and sought his car. It wasn't long until he was off though but Samuel didn't turn himself toward home as Ethan had suggested. Instead, Samuel sought Ladysmith's diner which tended to be open a tad bit later than usual. It wasn't entirely long until the door swung open with a chime to that bell overhead and Samuel entered to the approval of one of the older male behind the counter.
"Well, look who's here!" Jim chirruped and smiled widely.
Samuel pulled a face. "Coffee, Jim. Please."
"What's got you so down, Chief?" Jim questioned and lifted a brow.
Samuel hadn't come here to talk though.
"Coffee," he told Jim simply before moving toward one the booths at the window.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Andre
Location:EST Time Zone. United States, New York.
How long have you been RPing for: Several Years
Any other characters on the site?: Joscelin William Trevalion, Balian Aurelius.
