The Queen's Legends
10-14-2014, 03:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2014, 10:55 AM by Ara.)
Name: Diarmuid Bodrov (deer-mid)
Personality: Fatherly / Brooding / Cynical / Straight-forward
Any alterations: Personality-wise, I can imagine Diarmuid being somewhat robotic in how he thinks and acts. He was taught by his mentor that emotion is weakness and he effectively communicates and interacts with little to no feeling or emotion. Even still, he tends to be somewhat fatherly toward the others that he has trained with. Overall he is extremely driven and dedicated, his life dedicated to serving and protecting those above him. Though he grew up in a common family, he spent most of his childhood training and effectively isolated himself from his kin, thinking this was the only way to achieve glory for their family. Because of this -- and because of the events that happened in Old Ebony -- he tends to be deeply cynical.
Gemstore Items and Value: Will likely be buying him 42" of height. If you'd put 300 gems toward it, I'll pay the other 900. (6" = 1,200 gems)
RP Sample:
The silence that rang in his ears was deafening. The normal buzz of his comrades' conversation had slowly faded into nonexistence as the sun set and darkness laid its claim upon the lands. It was his turn to stand guard tonight as the others rested, a duty he would oblige by without complaint. Slowly the massive beast would walk, his pawsteps nearly silent as he moved with the grace of a much smaller being. The darkness was his abode. He fell comfortably into the shadows, his senses heightened as his gaze fell upon the horizon. Perhaps, soon, they might find Raisa -- though his hopes had been shattered time and time again. Still they would press on, and though their goal often felt unobtainable, it was something none of them would stop moving towards unless death itself kept them from her.
For a long moment Diarmuid found himself lost in his thoughts. It had always been his life's ambition to serve, and he couldn't help but feel slightly helpless without a Queen and without his mentor at his side. Slowly he had grown accustomed to life with his comrades, and soon he had even grown fond of them in way he had never felt toward any others, even his siblings. Still his paws moved beneath him, one after another in careful succession.
"Boo! The voice was familiar but startling nonetheless, and he found himself flinching ever-so-slightly as his head swung to the side, searching for the source of the noise. It was closer than he wished, and his muscles tensed involuntarily, hackles raising by instinct alone. It only took a moment for Siobhan to reveal herself, a mess of unattractive laughter at seeing his guise falter if even for an instant. "Very funny, Siobhan," he remarked dryly, her familiar form slowly coming into view as he gazed at her in the darkness.
His crimson gaze was steady and unfeeling even as he looked upon her now.
WIP!
