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Post by thayne on Jan 23, 2011 23:12:49 GMT -5
Thayne dropped the coins that he had gained into a small pouch at his waist, all the while watching the woman, and the other people that left, mumbling amongst themselves. He knew that they didn't have much money themselves to begin with, they were probably almost as poor as he, which was why he didn't fuss about it too much. Still, he wouldn't have minded a few extra coins to last him a little longer. The road was hard, he traveled from village to village, never staying in one for too long as one's past always knew how to follow you. Who knew when, or if, it would catch up to him? To be on the safe side, he never told anyone where he was going, when he was leaving, or got too close to anyone. This also saved him from being betrayed by any particular person.
He glanced at the woman as he retied his pouch back up, wondering if she had any money to spare. It didn't appear like it, she seemed as broke as he, so he didn't expect much. Straightening, he sat back down on the rock -- he wasn't what most people would call "courteous", in fact, he was rather impolite -- and began to inspect his lyre. As if it needed it. It was perfectly fine a moment ago when he was playing it, it wouldn't change in the blink of an eye. It was almost as if he was ignoring her completely. He wasn't that rude, despite how he might act. Even if it appeared as if he was ignoring someone, he was still listening to what they had to say at least. It might turn out to be important, or it might be interesting. The span of news traveled far and wide, the lucky and successful heard and acted first.
But he was hardly successful.
So, he did listen to her words. And was surprised at her compliment, which showed only briefly in his eyes. On the other hand, he wasn't surprised, he got the occasional compliment, it depended on where was playing at the time. Most of the time, however, people's own hardships were just too... well, hard. "Well, I've had many years of practice," he commented, directly looking at her now. "It didn't bother me, I don't get easily distracted. Just shows that not everyone around is tone deaf." The last sentence was mumbled.
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Post by thayne on Jan 23, 2011 1:20:44 GMT -5
Thayne sat at the edge of a village, playing a tune upon the lyre he always carried with him. Sitting upon a rock, a small offering bowl beside him, and wearing a dark set of robe-like clothes that, depending on one's viewpoint of clothing, might hint at some nobility, even if distant. The truth is, that he was of nobility -- his mother was and his father was not -- but much had happened to change that. Such as his mother betraying his trust and beginning to kill the citizens of their village, turning against him when he begged her to stop -- and all when he was only five, no less! Despite the anger he always felt when he thought of this, he had become indifferent enough about it to hide that emotion, so none showed in his voice as he sang along with his music.
"I sing of a maiden
That is makelees:
King of alle kinges
To her sone she chees.
He cam also stille
Ther his moder was
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the gras."
Eventually a few people had gathered around him to listen to his song, the notes hanging in the air and playing a sweet melody. Including one woman who eventually began to hum along. It didn't bother him, though it had managed to pull his attention away from the song for the slightest of moments, almost making him skip a note. Thankfully, if anyone noticed, they didn't seem to care, or thought it should be that way. He needed their money, if they would pay it, this was how he made his living, and despite his gloom and dark, haggard look -- having come from both his dark past and living as a rather poor peasant for nearly five years -- he usually got it. Other times, the people were rude enough to not care and just ignored him, not giving him so much as a copper after listening to his music. Those days, particularly when he could only attact a small crowd, were usually the worst. He was getting sick of sleeping out on the cold ground!
"He cam also stille
Ther his moder lay
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the spray.
Moder and maiden
Was nevere noon but she:
Wel may swich a lady
Godes moder be."
When he finished, he sat down the lyre on the rock beside him and, like every other time, took up the small bowl, holding it out almost as if a plea for money. Yes, he was sick of sleeping on the cold ground, and sick of begging these greedy men and women for money! Only a few people in the small crowd tossed him money, only a few coppers, but at least it might be enough to get him a semi-warm place to stay. "Greedy bastards," he mumbled, setting the bowl down beside him and glancing at the woman who had began to sing along with him. "Is there something you want?"
[ To understand the song, you might want to look here ]
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Post by thayne on Nov 28, 2010 7:26:13 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Thayne Alvar Caradas
.:Nick Name:. Thay, Al, Cara, Idiot
.:Age:. 20 years
.:Status:. Distant Nobility / Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Thayne is a decently-built young man with thick black-brown hair that comes to his shoulders. He has gray-blue eyes that are usually set in an emotionless glower. He has no set style, as he wears whatever he has, which includes clothes that hint at nobility, and clothes that would show him as a complete peasant. He isn't seen at the front of crowds unless it involves something that involves or interests him. When not wanting to be paid attention to, he wears a dark cloak with a hood pulled far over his face and walks where there are more shadows than light.
.:Height:. 5'9"
.:Portrayed by:. Hans Matheson
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Thayne is a very conflicted young man. When younger, he was tormented by the children of his village, both younger and older. He was despised by the adults of the village because of rumors that the children spread. This event led Thayne to become more distant and closer to his older brother, Cecil. However, as time wore on, even that personality began to change. He loved his brother dearly, though the overprotective Ulric began to wear on Thayne's nerves, as he was unable to protect himself, but the whole village respected the older boy.
When Ulric's final fate came to be, Thayne finally cracked. After that day, he has kept a lot to himself, and became an even darker person than before. No joy fills the young man's heart. Those few moments of happiness and joy are rare, even welcomed, by him. Magic being the reason for his brother's death, he both hates it and fears it. Still, he practices it and lives by it.
He has become reserved, and -- to some people's opinions at least -- even shy. Really, he just prefers to keep to himself and not get close to anyone, as he believes that if you get close to someone, they have an easier chance of hurting you by betraying you and your trust (a mommy-induced issue). Because of this, he travels a lot, that way he doesn't get close to anyone.
The power of magic is tempting, as is power in general. Thayne is no different, he is not immune to this temptation. He is torn between using it for good as his brother preached to him, and using it for his own benefit, to further himself in the world.
.:Strengths:.
- Magic
- Hiding his intentions -- most of the time
- Playing the lyre and singing
- Disguising himself
.:Weaknesses:.
- Keeping his anger over mentions of his family in check
- Choosing between good and dark
- Has a hard time sharing emotions and feelings
- Is quite reserved
.:Magic Abilities:.
- General magic use, and dark magic
.:Special Skills:.
Thayne has several special skills: He is good at playing a lyre and singing, as well as disgusing himself. He's a good actor when needed to be, and knowns the land almost as much as he knows himself, as he has traveled a lot.
.:View On Magic:.
Thayne both fears and loves magic. It's like a game to him: You don't know which side will win. However, while he practices it in secret, he wants to be able to practice it without having to keep it a secret. He also hates it, as with it, he killed his older brother. Thayne, with his magic, is torn between the Light, and the Darkness.
.:Accents:. A subtle British accent
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. A village in Cenred's kingdom
.:Family:.
Ulric Caradas - Father
Ada Caradas née Maignart - Mother | Believed Deceased
Cecil Caradas - Brother | Deceased
.:Occupation:. Whatever he can do to get money to live -- But usually sings in towns to get the money (while playing the lyre) -- Bard
.:Current Location of Residence:. Anywhere he can find
.:History:.
This is left of my soul,
What ever it be,
Let this at least.
He loves at rest,
For heaven's sake.
Ada Maignart, a noble by her parent's, married a peasant name Ulric Caradas in a distant village in Cenred's kingdom. They led simple lives, besides the anger that came from Ada's family: They disapproved of her marrying a peasant and moving to a peasant-filled village. Ada was a powerful sorceress, and when she had Cecil, he too eventually became a powerful sorcerer under her tutalage. Six years after Cecil was born, Thayne Alvar Caradas was born on a warm summer night. He grew up sheltered by his parents, and when he was five years old, his mother began to teach him magic.
However, after a dispute with one of the village children at the age of six, Thayne became the object of torment for the bored young ones in the village. On many occasions he would come home hurt, having been beat up by the kids, and his mother would constantly tell him to make them pay using the magic she taught him. He always refused because of his brother's guideance. Cecil became his protector and would often scare away Thayne's tormenters, as they feared the physically strong young boy.
When Thayne was five -- and very close to his mother, despite her opinion on the village kids and him -- his mother would proceed to use magic to kill villagers. Torn, Thayne begged her to stop, only to get hurt in the process as she turned against him with her magic.Cecil had gone home to tell their father, and Ulric, having lost his love for the corrupt woman, went up to her, having her believe he would join her, and killed her with a steel dagger. After being stabbed, she disappeared in a huff of smoke, claiming they would pay. It was assumed that she was dead.
The older Thayne grew, the more distant he became, deciding he couldn't trust anyone anymore, as they would hurt you by betraying you. Ever since his mother's magical betrayal, the villagers -- children and adults alike -- were given a bigger reason to hate him, or so they believed. They children began spreading rumors that he was a demon in disguise.
One particular day when he was fifeteen, Thayne got fed up with being beat up by a group of children, and revealed his magic by catching them on fire. He had proceeded home, where Cecil would find him sulking in his room, playing a lyre that his mother had given him one long ago night to cheer him up. He tried to comfort the upset young lad, but had gone into a lecture about using magic for evil. Thayne, not in the mood, had became angry enough that he used magic without realizing it, to throw a dagger at Cecil.
Realizing what he did, and realizing that he couldn't save his dying brother, Thayne fled in fright without saying goodbye to the dying man. During his flight, his father had found Cecil's dead body with Thayne's dagger in it, and had regretfully informed the town's guards. Thayne, trying to lay low, was forced to escape in fear, where he killed several villagers that tried to stop him.
Ever since, Thayne has lived in the shadow of his memory, torn between choosing to use his magic for good, or for evil. He goes to towns to play his lyre and sing, to make money that he can live off of.
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