Tag: #4

#4 Arthor Penn.

| November 4, 2012 | 0 Comments

Arthor was a scrawny boy of ten, with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes, he looked no different from any other ten year old, but Arthor was mature for a boy of ten. He had had to grow up fast after his father had passed away. He had loved his father more than he would ever be able to show.

Arthor remembered the nights when his dad would come and tell him all the wonderful stories he had been writing for his latest book. The tales of beasts and brave men, of the battles they fought over magical objects and beautiful princesses, these stories had always filled his mind and heart with such wonder.

Now that his dad was gone nothing seemed quite as bright or brilliant as it once had.

Arthor loved to spend time just sitting in his dads study now, sitting crossed legged in the huge leather chair his dad had spent so many hours in. Arthor would let the chair surround him and protect him, as he looked at the rows of old books that lined the walls. It was the one place Arthor felt close to his father. All the stories flooded back to him here.

It was on one of these days on a cold and rainy November when young Arthor Penn found his fathers favorite writing pen. It was a beautiful fountain pen, it looked black from far away but up close had the look of dark purple marble to it. The nib of the pen was a beautiful burnt copper tone that had warmth to it like an open fire on a dark night. From the nib a faint gold pattern spiraled around the pen to its top like a serpent coiling around a branch. As Arthor studied the pen it seemed to glow and draw him in, he placed the lid back over the nib, as it clicked shut the room filled with light.

His eyes opened slowly and he was no longer in his fathers study, nor was he alone. Arthor was now in a cave face to face with a purple dragon.


#4 Zoain the Songstress

| November 4, 2010 | 2 Comments

Name: Zoain the Songstress
Species: Werewolf
Age/Sex/Race: 17/Female/N/A
Main Goal: Find a new home and family.
Occupation: Songstress/storyteller
Motivation: Grief, anger
Inner Need: Family and companionship
Flaw: Too reactionary, too gregarious
Good/Bad Habits: Religiously maintains her posessions and her own appearance.
Skills, Knowledge, Props: An excellent singer and player of the athnilute, as well as a very skilled hunter. Very stealthy.
Quirks: Very protective of her prized athnilute. Will go to great lengths to ensure its safety.
Attitude: Optimistic
Dialogue Style: Very fast and loose grammar, plenty of double-negatives.
Backstory/Description: Zoain was the daughter of Ranoan, the alpha-male of a werewolf tribe. She served as the tribal story-teller and entertained her fellow wolves with her singing and playing of the athnilute (a made up two-stringed instrument). Her life was relatively simple until her father was challenged and slain by an outsider, Zonande. Zonande became the new alpha and took Ranoan’s mate as his own, as is the natural course of werewolf politics. Zoain, however, was overcome with grief at the death of her father and could not bring herself to accept the rule of the man who killed him. The very night that Zonande slew her father she ran away to find a new home.

…and then she met Jeffery and they teamed up to travel the world fighting monsters and shit and fell in love and had three kids somehow! Yes, number #4 lives in the same ‘verse as #3 (right here -> http://www.30characters.com/2010/11/03/3-jeffery-caldwell/), and I originally conceived them as teaming up as an unlikely duo. Just to clarify a few things: werewolves in this setting are fixed in the anthropoid form, this picture takes place in the Custwood, and the athnilute is a two-stringed instrument I made up. Also, I’m up to my neck in projects these days, so the next couple of characters might be late. I’ll do some catching up/getting ahead this weekend.