Post by taksondane on Jan 11, 2010 18:52:19 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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"I know not who I am..."
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, age seventeen.
, rp experience lots.
, how you found us the glamour started coming off, and then my faerie friends had to show me the way.
, contacts smoke signals! (See Saul Taylor)[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames "Nicknames, oh, I've got nicknames. The faerie call me a lot of different things, little names that I think are supposed to be cute, but they can never decide on one, I don't think. Usually it's bird... I don't know if that's a good thing, because we eat birds a lot. But after I picked that name for myself, I usually go by Takson, or just Taks if I'm feeling lazy. But I go by the other two names too! Because it seems a waste to not use them. I like the way Fjodor feels on my mouth- Fee-OH-dor. I like it."
, age "I'm... erm... seven...teen... I think." He's sixteen.
, date of birth "Whoa, what, I need to remember the exact day? I don't think I have a very good memory..." June 6th, 1993
, species "I'm a person. But I live with the Faeries. I've lived with them for a very long time..." Sweettooth. He's belonged to the Seelie Court since he was four and they lured him away from his parents at a family picnics.
, canon nope.
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`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight One hundred seven pounds. He's always been fairly underfed, though, so he doesn't think it's wrong. He thinks it's funny because it tickles when someone runs their finger down his spine.
, tattoos&piercings Whatever the faeries decide to do to him, really. right now he has a few ear piercings and the bridge of his nose; he has a few small tattoos wrapping around his ankles, wrists and down the back of his neck in white ink, too, so they're really subtle. He thinks they're part of his skin, since he's had them since he was four or five.
, distinguishing features He's got this innocent look to his eyes, he's extremely skinny for his height.
, physical flaws He's skinny- not really in a good way, either. He's got that sort of underfed pet look to him- well, that's what he is. When the Fey don't remember to feed him, he doesn't eat. His bones stick out in weird places and because of the lack of body fat, he gets really, really cold in the wintertime and usually starts shivering violently. I guess it's good he belongs to the Seelie Court, then.
, personal style Personal? There's nothing personal at all about Takson. He dresses in whatever the Faeries put out for him; which is usually strange, but that's how he likes it- bright and unique. Sometimes he'll find buttons or ribbons or chocolate bar wrappers and sew them onto his shirts; he's sort of a scavenger.
, general description
When you first stumble across Taks, he's not exactly the first person you'd probably talk to. He's pretty average-sized, but he's lanky as all get out, he's got strange piercings and he's got this innocent, childish look on his face that makes it kind of unsettling to look at him. He's got these big brown eyes that make it a point to stare at you, try to understand you; His deep brown hair is usually fairly long, with bits of leaves and dried flowers stuck in it.
While his body structure may be a little on the awkward side, his movements and gestures certainly push him over the edge. He's sort of like an inquisitive cat, always stopping to touch something, lean in to look at it more closely... He's a clumsy thing, mostly because he never really grew into his height- he still feels like he's four nine.
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`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center]Summer, Spring. He loves the growing leaves, the warmth, running around and hiding in the long grass of the plains. Music. He can't play anything, but he loves listening to people play it. Faerie fruit. He's absolutely addicted to the stuff. He only gets the drug every once and a while, so it's not that he's addicted to, it's the fruit. Cuddling. He's a very lovey thing, and needs that physical touch to make him feel loved. Literature. While Taks might not have a lot of common sense and in fact probably seems really stupid to a lot of people, he's actually pretty smart- well, smart enough to be able to read and to have read and understood classic literature. Right now, his favourite is Ernest Hemingway. Animals. They're fun to play with, but he doesn't really like eating them. He usually just sticks to the fruits.
, dislikes
Winter. It's much too cold. Bugs, but really only the ones that bite. The other ones are okay. The dark. He likes the sun more because it's warm. Being alone. Sometimes the Faeries leave him alone and sort of forget about him for a while when they have someone new to play with, and he doesn't know what to do with himself because he knows he's not allowed to take the fruit by himself so he can't eat. Human food. It tastes gross, and usually just makes Takson sick.
, strengths
He can pretty much cute his way into getting anything he wants with the right people. He's awkward as all get out, but he's tiny, so he can usually weasel his way into tight spaces or clambour up trees quickly. He's a lot smarter than you would think, he just doesn't know how to apply it.
, weaknesses
He's so fucking dependent on the fey that own him, it's pathetic. If they were ever to just abandon him, he would most definitely die within the week. He's so skinny, so he holds absolutely no body heat, so usually spends winter inside, huddled in a thick blanket. Along with this lack of weight, especially when the Faeries forget to feed him for a while, he gets really brittle and easily fatigued- he's most definitely not the person you'd want to bet on during a fight. He doesn't remember his life before he was a plaything, so he pretty much thinks and acts how you suppose a domesticated cat would.
, goals
Goals? This kid doesn't know what that is. His goals are to climb the highest tree he can and be good enough to get dinner.
, fears
not being fed for a long time. Being left alone. The faeries being angry with him.
, secrets
He knows how to read- another sweet tooth human taught him. He named himself- he hasn't told the faeries that because he doesn't know how they'll react to that.
, personality
[/size][/ul]If you were to simply listen to a conversation held by Takson and someone else without seeing the boy, you would probably think it was a four or five year old boy with an unusually deep voice for such an age. To learn that it was a person ten years older than previously conceived, well... That might cause some problems. If you take consideration how he was raised, though, it makes sense- he's not just your normal sixteen year old boy. He's a pet, a plaything. If he's not being dotted on and spoonfed, he's being forgotten for days at a time.
And Taskson is totally okay with that- so maybe he's just a little bit accepting, passive, what have you. He's extremely innocent- he's kind and naive, he really hates it when people are angry with him. He'll find a barbie doll head on the side of the road and give it to you as a present, thinking it's the best thing in the world. He's not the brightest kid, common sense wise; but he's pretty intelligent. He pretty much taught himself how to read, and has been reading books a lot more complicated than normal sixteen year old humans usually put up with for fun; it's what he names himself off of. That and words from the dictionary.
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Samuel St. Patrick, accountant, 43. Has dreams about his son being alive in the forest sometimes, but takes them as wishful thinking.
, mother Felicia St. Patrick; works at the museum, 41. Drinks heavily on Takson's birthday, but refuses to respond to any mention of him.
, sibling(s) Samantha St. Patrick, 12; has never heard about her brother.
, pet(s) "In the summer, I keep crickets as pets. They're nice and they don't bite and they are fun to try and catch. But they don't taste all that good."
, other family The faeries are pretty much his caretakers, so they'd probably be his family.
, history [/ul]
[/size]Samuel and Felicia met on a cold winter night, a New Year's Eve party, to be precise; they'd clicked a lot over the few hours they'd spent talking and drinking, and when the ball dropped at midnight Sam kissed Felicia. They'd started dating about a month later, and that next New Year's, they were getting married. They had their ups and downs as any marriage did, but altogether they were a good match; with an insatiable love for history and literature, Sam could help Felicia with any math she needed done (for she was terrible at it) and Felicia could translate documents in French, German, Italian, Spanish and Russian. They had their first baby two years later- Brian Charles St. Patrick, named after both of their fathers. A perfect little boy.
But boy, was he curious. The moment he learned how to use those legs of his, there was no keeping him back- there were no boundaries that Brian thought it was necessary to cross. The forest was one of his favourite places to go; even at a young age, he'd find his way away from his parent's eye for a split second and bolt into the trees, hiding in the leaves and climbing low-hanging branches. By the time he was two, there was no holding him back, really- even the fence they built around the back yard couldn't keep him from finding his way into the forest.
He was spending a lot of time in the forest by the time he was three, venturing further and further- more often than not, when he had finally slipped out from under the fence and deep into the forest, it took his parents hours to try and find him. They locked doors, kept him in his room, reinforced the fence, but... the tiny little boy would still find his way into the mischievous trees. One day, he slipped under the gate, and, no matter how long they called for him, looked for him, all day they couldn't find him. The young couple panicked. They called the police and sent out search parties. All night, they couldn't find the boy.
But that was because someone had found him first; a few cunning faeries lured him into their court, fed him their food, dressed him up, played with him... The little boy loved it, their pretty faces and their delicious food... So when night came and they told him to stay here, there would be food and fun tomorrow, there was no way he could say no to them. Or the next day. Or the next day... By the end of the second week, the police had stopped looking for the boy. a small funeral was arranged, a tiny empty box buried under the name Brian St. Charles.
And with this, Brian died; the fey renamed him as they saw fit, cute pet names and endearing phrases that he fed off of like he fed off of their fruit, the food that he had become accustomed and addicted to. He was given their faerie drugs, introduced when he was in his young teens, feeling their magic run through his own veins... By that time, he had learned, just barely, how to read and write, and was picking up any old book that he could find and absorbing them- All of these people had names. Three names. Why shouldn't he? He's picked and picked and repicked, but these three always kept coming back. He just hopes they don't mind.
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` which only hollow voices sing.
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lah lah lahhhh see saul mate[/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
