Faite x Zell Litter

Character Name: Torin
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Gender: male
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Design: 16 BUT will have golden eyes ringed in blue-- the same colors as Faite's but stacked instead.
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Appearance: Torin is a handsome bastard, that's for sure. He'll grow up to be something else. He's pale all over, looking like a washed out version of his mother. White undercoat, snow pale and plush as fresh powder. Over his back falls a saddle of rose grey (chestnut hairs and white mixed together, leaving the impression that they've simply been diluted.) The same color sneaks up from his paws, but it can be hard to tell with the dirt he tends to collect. That's the issue with being so soft-- you collect dirt pretty easily. Blue eyes ringed in pure gold.

Tall and strong like his father. 40" at the shoulder, 165 pounds. It finds him a sort of hybrid fighter build-- stamina is the name of the game, he's in it for the long haul. There's more agility than the heavy strength of his father, more brawn than the grace of his mother. The best of both worlds-- a bruiser, a brawler. Torin will grow into it, after all.
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Personality: Things will be strange with Torin from the start. A child with an old soul. His seriousness will be comical in his youth, but oh how it will get old fast. Fun is the farthest thing from his mind when it comes to interacting, when it comes to learning, when it comes to finding his place in the world. Fun is not his aim. There's an impending sense of duty, of honor, and he will defend it with everything he is-- even as a child. It's nearly obnoxious, the fact that he's adamantly opposed to frivolity. Adamantly, desperately, absolutely soul deep in his oppositions.

Lawful good doesn't mean lawful nice. There's a shade to Torin that almost comes off as holier than thou. His morals, of course, are the only morals. The morals of his parents, of his people. They are his code. His knight's honor. It's soul deep, and it's insistent. Nothing gets past him. Nothing that's against him can be. It's nearly to the point of intolerance, but he knows when to hold his tongue.

Respect. Honor. Duty. It's all there, it's all right where he can touch it. Feelings are hard. Living by a strong moral code is easy. Basically Torin is made of stone.
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Character Alignment: (l)awful good
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Rp Sample:

It's a warm summer day when Torin slips away from his family. The youngest sort of boy, the kind that didn't know which end was up yet. There's something in him that wants to know. That wants to see. He longs to see all the things this place has to offer, and maybe that's why he comes forth. Leaves the safety. Takes a long breath of fresh air and allows it to fill up every reach and recess of his system. His system and his very soul. Torin feels. He feels fantastic. He doesn't set forth anything in particular. No. Torin moves easily away from the rest, moves for higher ground. From there, the pale child would look. He pulls to the vantage point. Takes it in. Takes it all in. There's something about him that needs to be able to see, and from here, he believes he may be able to see it all. As much as all, at least. Yes, from here Torin would be able to watch. The borders, the land, the sea somewhere far off. Light touched it all, soaked it. Torin is alive with the light of his life for the very first time. Nothing could touch a responsibility like this. He loves it. TORiN lyrics and stuff and things