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" fifty words for murder, and I'm every one of them "

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[ T h r o u g h T h e L o o k i n g G l a s s ]

Name: Vulcan
pronunciation: vul - can
nickname(s): none
Gender: garon / stallion
Age: twenty-six
Birthyear: 519
Species: kelpie
Breed(s)/Body Type: light draft influence
Height: 16.2 hands
Phenotype: grullo
Marking(s): two front coronets
Genotype: Ee aa Dd
Eye Color: light blue
Gill Color: light blue
Flora: cattails
Scar(s): multiple

General Description: Vulcan is on the smaller side for being a Behemoth, in terms of height. He capped at 16.2 hands, though he more than makes up for this with his build. He has a heavier build, though most of this is muscle. He takes his appearance seriously and keeps in top shape. His mane is starting to grow back out and even flops over in some places. While Vulcan takes pride in his skill, he is still shorter than most and finds this a disadvantage, forcing him to lose many a fight. Still, he keeps at it mercilessly. His small stature does have some advantages, though, in that he's a little more agile than a heavy draft would be. Vulcan has cat-like pupils and two sets of four gills (on his neck and on his barrel). Some of his flora has been torn out by his father, though some still remains. He has fins on his rump and on the backs of his front legs. Scars riddle his body. Due to his tar-like skin, Vulcan has areas that may 'goop' open, revealing bone/muscular structures.
NOTE: His skin randomly opens up in places and at different depths, so he may not have any 'holes' at one point in time or may have revealing holes in other places on his body. You don't have to draw him with them at all, or you can put them wherever you'd like. Most commonly, his skin opens around his barrel, revealing his ribs.
accessories: none
Voice: Deep

[ T h e n I M e t Y o u ]

Orientation: bisexual
Relationship Status: single
Crush: none
Mate: none
Offspring: none

F a m i l y
Sire: Cato | garon | behemoth | NPC | alive
Dam: Eva | fyren | ophidian | NPC | alive
Sibling(s): none

A f f i l i a t i o n s
Faction: Nereid
rank: behemoth
status: anatant
faction special: fleet-fighter
Mentor: Jude | garon | behemoth | NPC | alive
Apprentice(s): none

[ A n O p e n B o o k ]

P e r s o n a l i t y

[ loyal | rude | antisocial | competitive | merciless | creative | bloodthirsty ]

loyal
Vulcan is fiercely loyal to both his faction and his queen. His sole goal in life is to prove himself as a behemoth worthy of the faction. He would follow his queen blindly, without a second thought. Unfortunately, this is as far as his loyalty goes. Concerning others, he could care less. Unless it directly affects the well being of the faction, it's everyone for themselves.

rude
Vulcan is rather ill-mannered. He makes snide remarks and has to add his two cents. He's opinionated and isn't afraid to tell someone if they are wrong, even if they might not be. Vulcan shows obvious bias where applicable.

antisocial
Perfectly happy on his own, Vulcan is not one for company. He's not one for crowds and will go out of his way to avoid them and other members of his faction in general. He prefers to do things on his own and is rather independent in that way.

competitive
Though he may avoid interaction, he would never turn down a chance to show off or to prove himself. As a short behemoth, he's been constantly ridiculed and degraded. Vulcan loves sparring and participating in all of the games, though his all time favorite is tuhwarren. Vulcan wouldn't necessarily initiate a competition, but he's more than willing to join in on an ongoing game or an invitation. He's easily persuaded and will do new things, albeit stupid things, if it means he has a chance at coming out on top and showing that height doesn't mean anything.

merciless
That being said, Vulcan is merciless and cruel. He enjoys torture and likes to have a bit of fun that way. In battle or even in games, Vulcan doesn't stop until he's at the absolute end. If that means being struck down and injured to the point of being unable to get back up, so be it. If Vulcan happens to be the victor, he would make absolute sure that it's been known and that his opponent would think twice about going up against him again. He's been taught to be this way.

creative
Surprisingly, Vulcan has a knack for the arts. His favorite pastime, next to games, is painting. His main medium is the blood from the animals he kills, but he's been known to think outside of the box and use plants around him in an attempt to create new colors. Vulcan paints on the pelts of the animals and is resourceful that way. He tries to make use of everything around him. Regrettably, Vulcan doesn't go around painting flowers and butterflies. Most of his works depict macabre images of killings and contain a lot of gore. He's proud of his work, though, and will always show off his "gallery" if given the chance. Along with this, Vulcan has developed a light skill in healing, at least himself. He's experimented with many things over his years, and he's had plenty of injuries to test on. He's by no means an expert, but he's knowledgeable enough to know what helps stop the bleeding, what helps ebb the pain, etc.

bloodthirsty
Vulcan has an unhealthy love for blood. He uses it to paint, it's shed whenever he fights. He was forced to become a monster. Aside from having a general fascinated with the bodily fluid, he's also an avid fighter. Being smaller than most behemoths, he feels he has to constantly prove himself, so he uses his mean spirit to make up for it. Once he's zeroed in, there's no stopping him until he has a mouthful of flesh.

Tidbits:
. unable to stand still for very long periods of time - will begin to fidget and shuffle around
. obsessively protective over his art supplies. seriously, don't touch them
. will eat you if you make fun of his art or tease him for being an artist
. surprisingly very neat/tidy. likes when things are in order
. easily offended by those that make fun of his height
. can't sing to save his life

H i s t o r y
[ Birth and Foalhood ]
The story of Vulcan's parents was one out of a fairytale. The behemoth garon and ophidian fyren had grown up together and were best friends since birth. Originally they had wanted to train together, but Eva was too small to become a behemoth, and Cato's massive form just wasn't fit for anything else. Still, the young couple found time to be together between training. There was no doubt that they would be together forever. And once they had finished their apprenticeship, they wasted no time. Their marriage was beautiful, the flora-bond going extremely well. The first few years after this were great as well. It wasn't until Eva became pregnant that things went downhill.
It really started after Cato's training. He'd become a lot more violent and unforgiving, and he wasn't the kelpie that Eva had remembered. Still, the young couple pushed through it, deciding that it was something they could work through, and that their love would conquer. Until Eva announced her pregnancy. Cato was furious. He was in the prime of his life - there was simply no time for children. Still, he grudgingly stuck by his beloved's side, though each day he spent less and less time with her. Eva tried to remain optimistic, but soon she had her doubts about becoming a mother as well. Their relationship remained rocky for the duration of the pregnancy.
Eva gave birth to her colt late one evening all alone. Cato had gone out training, leaving her once again. At this point, she had grown used to it. She tended to the young foal and spent the rest of the night with him. It wasn't until dawn broke that Cato had returned. Upon seeing his colt, he fell in love once again. Any and all anger left him the moment his eyes fell upon him. While his relationship with Eva was a little rocky, he quickly proved himself to her once again by helping her raise the foal they'd named Vulcan.
For a lot of his foalhood, everything was average. There wasn't anything exciting about Vulcan. He looked like the other foals and had a dark enough coat to fit in. He loved to play and was lively. Of course, he was a great handful, but Cato and Eva handled him together. For awhile, they were the picture perfect family, with Eva and Cato attempting to raise him equally and as well as they could.
[ Adolescent/Teenager ]
The next big hiccup would be when it was time for Vulcan to become an apprentice. He had been growing so well, with a heavy body like his father, but the legs and the agility of his mother. Cato expected him to become the ultimate behemoth and to carry the honor of protecting his queen. There was just one problem. Vulcan was short. He was being towered over by the other behemoth apprentices. Cato panicked, that violent side once again showing. He pushed Vulcan hard to train, taking him on exercises in hopes that it would help him grow taller, or at least stronger. There was no way his small colt would make it against those towering monsters. Vulcan worked his hardest to do as his father wished, putting up with the abuse in the hopes of pleasing him. But it wasn't enough. Vulcan bulked up some, but it didn't make him grow.
Cato was beyond frustrated. One night, he and Eva had a massive fight where they yelled and screamed at each other. Eva thought he was being too hard on him and thought it was just fine if he became an ophidian like she, but that wasn't enough for Cato. He wanted to raise a strong stallion that he'd be proud to call his son. Admittedly, he was ashamed to call Vulcan his. This puny colt couldn't possibly become anything usual. Cato was in a state of absolute turmoil. What was he to do? In a fit of blind rage, Cato broke off the fight and went after Vulcan instead, taking out his anger on his colt. He grabbed at his flora, tearing out pieces of cattails and spitting them onto the ground in disgust. Vulcan couldn't even stand up to him! What a disgrace! Eva was horrified, pushing Vulcan out of the way and taking the rest of Cato's rage. Once he had calmed down, the behemoth crumbled at what he had done. He struggled between being a loving father and wanting what was the best for his faction. Eva talked him down, but the damage had been done.
Vulcan eventually forgave his father, but he could never shake the wary feeling he got when around him. It was decided that someone else should mentor him, and the colt was paired with a stallion named Jude. To put it nicely, Jude was.. brutal. He had no mercy and showed absolutely no remorse for anything or anyone. He spit at the colt's feet in disgust. How could he have ended up with this tiny thing? Still, he would do his duty and eventually did see potential in Vulcan. Instead of kind words, however, Jude encouraged Vulcan with insults and abuse. He forced him to train hard and to build up his muscle. After all, how would such a short behemoth be any worth to a faction filled with giants? Vulcan learned to take the taunts and sharp jabs, bouncing them off his tough skin and even tougher wall. He began distancing himself and learned that it was a lot nicer by himself. He got a proper taste for blood and learned the thrill of fighting.
Jude turned Vulcan into a killing machine. He was no longer the playful, young colt whom Eva and Cato had raised. Suddenly, Vulcan felt anger boiling within him. He wanted to hurt anyone and anything that got in his way. Pleased by his progress, Jude continued to shape Vulcan until he was finally old enough to be on his own. So came his Coming of Age ceremony.
An important note: Vulcan was ten years old when Lorelei was named Queen. He does not remember much of Indrani and has little to no personal opinion of her, only that of what he's heard from his parents and others.
[ Adult ]
Nothing overly exciting has happened to Vulcan from his Coming of Age ceremony up until current. His parents are still around, however they've begun to distance themselves from him because of this newfound thirst for blood. Occasionally they run into each other, but Vulcan prefers to be alone anyway. He has yet to mentor anyone and has been stuck at the anatant status for awhile. He wins a few fights, but he's still unable to win all of them. He believes this to be a factor of his shorter height and therefore attempts to find new ways to win against larger opponents. Vulcan's goal is to reach a higher status and to become respected as a behemoth within the faction. He secretly hopes to be viewed as strong enough to take on an apprentice.

[ A v a i l a b i l i t y ]
Timezone: EST
Method(s): google docs, notes, forum
maybe: email
never: comments, skype
Rating: PG-13 - R+
I am willing to rp anything. Nothing bothers me. Rps will always be PG-13 or above because I swear, my characters swear, and because of Vulcan's general nature. Please visit his roleplay tracker for more information and availability.

finally done. I hope this design is acceptableee. I'm really nervous/excited

character /c/ FallenClockwork
template belongs to the group
lyrics by P!ATD

Description

gallery | rp tracker | reference | witch glass tracker | aether tracker

" fifty words for murder, and I'm every one of them "

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

[ T h r o u g h T h e L o o k i n g G l a s s ]

Name: Vulcan
pronunciation: vul - can
nickname(s): none
Gender: garon / stallion
Age: twenty-six
Birthyear: 519
Species: kelpie
Breed(s)/Body Type: light draft influence
Height: 16.2 hands
Phenotype: grullo
Marking(s): two front coronets
Genotype: Ee aa Dd
Eye Color: light blue
Gill Color: light blue
Flora: cattails
Scar(s): multiple

General Description: Vulcan is on the smaller side for being a Behemoth, in terms of height. He capped at 16.2 hands, though he more than makes up for this with his build. He has a heavier build, though most of this is muscle. He takes his appearance seriously and keeps in top shape. His mane is starting to grow back out and even flops over in some places. While Vulcan takes pride in his skill, he is still shorter than most and finds this a disadvantage, forcing him to lose many a fight. Still, he keeps at it mercilessly. His small stature does have some advantages, though, in that he's a little more agile than a heavy draft would be. Vulcan has cat-like pupils and two sets of four gills (on his neck and on his barrel). Some of his flora has been torn out by his father, though some still remains. He has fins on his rump and on the backs of his front legs. Scars riddle his body. Due to his tar-like skin, Vulcan has areas that may 'goop' open, revealing bone/muscular structures.
NOTE: His skin randomly opens up in places and at different depths, so he may not have any 'holes' at one point in time or may have revealing holes in other places on his body. You don't have to draw him with them at all, or you can put them wherever you'd like. Most commonly, his skin opens around his barrel, revealing his ribs.
accessories: none
Voice: Deep

[ T h e n I M e t Y o u ]

Orientation: bisexual
Relationship Status: single
Crush: none
Mate: none
Offspring: none

F a m i l y
Sire: Cato | garon | behemoth | NPC | alive
Dam: Eva | fyren | ophidian | NPC | alive
Sibling(s): none

A f f i l i a t i o n s
Faction: Nereid
rank: behemoth
status: anatant
faction special: fleet-fighter
Mentor: Jude | garon | behemoth | NPC | alive
Apprentice(s): none

[ A n O p e n B o o k ]

P e r s o n a l i t y

[ loyal | rude | antisocial | competitive | merciless | creative | bloodthirsty ]

loyal
Vulcan is fiercely loyal to both his faction and his queen. His sole goal in life is to prove himself as a behemoth worthy of the faction. He would follow his queen blindly, without a second thought. Unfortunately, this is as far as his loyalty goes. Concerning others, he could care less. Unless it directly affects the well being of the faction, it's everyone for themselves.

rude
Vulcan is rather ill-mannered. He makes snide remarks and has to add his two cents. He's opinionated and isn't afraid to tell someone if they are wrong, even if they might not be. Vulcan shows obvious bias where applicable.

antisocial
Perfectly happy on his own, Vulcan is not one for company. He's not one for crowds and will go out of his way to avoid them and other members of his faction in general. He prefers to do things on his own and is rather independent in that way.

competitive
Though he may avoid interaction, he would never turn down a chance to show off or to prove himself. As a short behemoth, he's been constantly ridiculed and degraded. Vulcan loves sparring and participating in all of the games, though his all time favorite is tuhwarren. Vulcan wouldn't necessarily initiate a competition, but he's more than willing to join in on an ongoing game or an invitation. He's easily persuaded and will do new things, albeit stupid things, if it means he has a chance at coming out on top and showing that height doesn't mean anything.

merciless
That being said, Vulcan is merciless and cruel. He enjoys torture and likes to have a bit of fun that way. In battle or even in games, Vulcan doesn't stop until he's at the absolute end. If that means being struck down and injured to the point of being unable to get back up, so be it. If Vulcan happens to be the victor, he would make absolute sure that it's been known and that his opponent would think twice about going up against him again. He's been taught to be this way.

creative
Surprisingly, Vulcan has a knack for the arts. His favorite pastime, next to games, is painting. His main medium is the blood from the animals he kills, but he's been known to think outside of the box and use plants around him in an attempt to create new colors. Vulcan paints on the pelts of the animals and is resourceful that way. He tries to make use of everything around him. Regrettably, Vulcan doesn't go around painting flowers and butterflies. Most of his works depict macabre images of killings and contain a lot of gore. He's proud of his work, though, and will always show off his "gallery" if given the chance. Along with this, Vulcan has developed a light skill in healing, at least himself. He's experimented with many things over his years, and he's had plenty of injuries to test on. He's by no means an expert, but he's knowledgeable enough to know what helps stop the bleeding, what helps ebb the pain, etc.

bloodthirsty
Vulcan has an unhealthy love for blood. He uses it to paint, it's shed whenever he fights. He was forced to become a monster. Aside from having a general fascinated with the bodily fluid, he's also an avid fighter. Being smaller than most behemoths, he feels he has to constantly prove himself, so he uses his mean spirit to make up for it. Once he's zeroed in, there's no stopping him until he has a mouthful of flesh.

Tidbits:
. unable to stand still for very long periods of time - will begin to fidget and shuffle around
. obsessively protective over his art supplies. seriously, don't touch them
. will eat you if you make fun of his art or tease him for being an artist
. surprisingly very neat/tidy. likes when things are in order
. easily offended by those that make fun of his height
. can't sing to save his life

H i s t o r y
[ Birth and Foalhood ]
The story of Vulcan's parents was one out of a fairytale. The behemoth garon and ophidian fyren had grown up together and were best friends since birth. Originally they had wanted to train together, but Eva was too small to become a behemoth, and Cato's massive form just wasn't fit for anything else. Still, the young couple found time to be together between training. There was no doubt that they would be together forever. And once they had finished their apprenticeship, they wasted no time. Their marriage was beautiful, the flora-bond going extremely well. The first few years after this were great as well. It wasn't until Eva became pregnant that things went downhill.
It really started after Cato's training. He'd become a lot more violent and unforgiving, and he wasn't the kelpie that Eva had remembered. Still, the young couple pushed through it, deciding that it was something they could work through, and that their love would conquer. Until Eva announced her pregnancy. Cato was furious. He was in the prime of his life - there was simply no time for children. Still, he grudgingly stuck by his beloved's side, though each day he spent less and less time with her. Eva tried to remain optimistic, but soon she had her doubts about becoming a mother as well. Their relationship remained rocky for the duration of the pregnancy.
Eva gave birth to her colt late one evening all alone. Cato had gone out training, leaving her once again. At this point, she had grown used to it. She tended to the young foal and spent the rest of the night with him. It wasn't until dawn broke that Cato had returned. Upon seeing his colt, he fell in love once again. Any and all anger left him the moment his eyes fell upon him. While his relationship with Eva was a little rocky, he quickly proved himself to her once again by helping her raise the foal they'd named Vulcan.
For a lot of his foalhood, everything was average. There wasn't anything exciting about Vulcan. He looked like the other foals and had a dark enough coat to fit in. He loved to play and was lively. Of course, he was a great handful, but Cato and Eva handled him together. For awhile, they were the picture perfect family, with Eva and Cato attempting to raise him equally and as well as they could.
[ Adolescent/Teenager ]
The next big hiccup would be when it was time for Vulcan to become an apprentice. He had been growing so well, with a heavy body like his father, but the legs and the agility of his mother. Cato expected him to become the ultimate behemoth and to carry the honor of protecting his queen. There was just one problem. Vulcan was short. He was being towered over by the other behemoth apprentices. Cato panicked, that violent side once again showing. He pushed Vulcan hard to train, taking him on exercises in hopes that it would help him grow taller, or at least stronger. There was no way his small colt would make it against those towering monsters. Vulcan worked his hardest to do as his father wished, putting up with the abuse in the hopes of pleasing him. But it wasn't enough. Vulcan bulked up some, but it didn't make him grow.
Cato was beyond frustrated. One night, he and Eva had a massive fight where they yelled and screamed at each other. Eva thought he was being too hard on him and thought it was just fine if he became an ophidian like she, but that wasn't enough for Cato. He wanted to raise a strong stallion that he'd be proud to call his son. Admittedly, he was ashamed to call Vulcan his. This puny colt couldn't possibly become anything usual. Cato was in a state of absolute turmoil. What was he to do? In a fit of blind rage, Cato broke off the fight and went after Vulcan instead, taking out his anger on his colt. He grabbed at his flora, tearing out pieces of cattails and spitting them onto the ground in disgust. Vulcan couldn't even stand up to him! What a disgrace! Eva was horrified, pushing Vulcan out of the way and taking the rest of Cato's rage. Once he had calmed down, the behemoth crumbled at what he had done. He struggled between being a loving father and wanting what was the best for his faction. Eva talked him down, but the damage had been done.
Vulcan eventually forgave his father, but he could never shake the wary feeling he got when around him. It was decided that someone else should mentor him, and the colt was paired with a stallion named Jude. To put it nicely, Jude was.. brutal. He had no mercy and showed absolutely no remorse for anything or anyone. He spit at the colt's feet in disgust. How could he have ended up with this tiny thing? Still, he would do his duty and eventually did see potential in Vulcan. Instead of kind words, however, Jude encouraged Vulcan with insults and abuse. He forced him to train hard and to build up his muscle. After all, how would such a short behemoth be any worth to a faction filled with giants? Vulcan learned to take the taunts and sharp jabs, bouncing them off his tough skin and even tougher wall. He began distancing himself and learned that it was a lot nicer by himself. He got a proper taste for blood and learned the thrill of fighting.
Jude turned Vulcan into a killing machine. He was no longer the playful, young colt whom Eva and Cato had raised. Suddenly, Vulcan felt anger boiling within him. He wanted to hurt anyone and anything that got in his way. Pleased by his progress, Jude continued to shape Vulcan until he was finally old enough to be on his own. So came his Coming of Age ceremony.
An important note: Vulcan was ten years old when Lorelei was named Queen. He does not remember much of Indrani and has little to no personal opinion of her, only that of what he's heard from his parents and others.
[ Adult ]
Nothing overly exciting has happened to Vulcan from his Coming of Age ceremony up until current. His parents are still around, however they've begun to distance themselves from him because of this newfound thirst for blood. Occasionally they run into each other, but Vulcan prefers to be alone anyway. He has yet to mentor anyone and has been stuck at the anatant status for awhile. He wins a few fights, but he's still unable to win all of them. He believes this to be a factor of his shorter height and therefore attempts to find new ways to win against larger opponents. Vulcan's goal is to reach a higher status and to become respected as a behemoth within the faction. He secretly hopes to be viewed as strong enough to take on an apprentice.

[ A v a i l a b i l i t y ]
Timezone: EST
Method(s): google docs, notes, forum
maybe: email
never: comments, skype
Rating: PG-13 - R+
I am willing to rp anything. Nothing bothers me. Rps will always be PG-13 or above because I swear, my characters swear, and because of Vulcan's general nature. Please visit his roleplay tracker for more information and availability.

finally done. I hope this design is acceptableee. I'm really nervous/excited

character /c/ FallenClockwork
template belongs to the group
lyrics by P!ATD