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    Character Name:
    Naudite Sars


    Character Age:
    33


    Gender:
    Male


    Appearance:
    Naudite Sars is more noticeably than other things, rather tall. Standing firm at 6' 1", Naudite Sars is of average build, not implying any exceptional toughness about him; rather, a quick swiftness is present in his stature. Naudite Sars as far as facial appearances is acutely rugged, dirty, and overall unwashed, only accompanied by his black eyes of a far off gaze. His [Naudite's] hair is dark brown, messy, and longer than an average man's. As for armor appearance and look, Naudite Sars wears a very cheap chain mail under a- vastly superior in protection- dark brown leather tunic. Over the leather armor of course is a dark moss green cloak purely for camouflage. Naudite Sars then wears woolen leggings for warmth, and leather boots- as to prevent from excessive noise making while walking.


    Personality:
    Not much is openly known about Naudite Sars’ personality, simply for the fact he rarely expresses much emotion. Naudite is cynical and not often visceral in many situations, quite so attributed to his distant stare and attitude. Almost offering a sense of angst upon his presences; Naudite Sars is morally and enigma and as such- indeed- is his personality and attitude such as well. Not always a guarantee what his conjecture may be, it is quite hard to map his personality.
    ---Likes:
    Seclusion
    Dark colors
    Animals
    Stealth


    --- Dislikes:
    Loud noises
    Crowds
    Bright, lively, colors
    Most people
    ---Strengths:
    Stealth
    Speed
    Vitality
    Intellect
    Poison and potion making
    ---Weaknesses:
    Susceptible to excessive damage
    Not very charismatic
    Lacks in strength


    History:
    Born and raised in a small town, Naudite Sars was the son of a local doctor and as such was fascinated with potions and poisons at a young age. While growing up Naudite Sars would spend many hours on his own reading medical texts and developing his own poisons. Naudite would later rely on poisons for much of his combat effectiveness.
    Naudite by the age of 15 was skilled enough in the craft of poisoning that he started selling his poisons to local hunters. It would later be know that a particular costumer had been poisoning citizens of the town and as such, the poisons would be traced back to Naudite. Naudite fled his small town at the age of 16, leaving his father behind, making a living on the road selling potions he had brewed. Naudite would stay this way, a nomad potion maker who happens to take side jobs, willing to do anything- for a price. Constantly on the run, Naudite has become evasive and stealthy to avoid capture and has gotten quite good at climbing trees.


    Roleplay Sample:
    “Leisurely walking along a dirt path cutting through the forest, I think about the next town I should reach;
    Neiton, a small town of lively people that had the perfect shops to go to for herbs and potion making equipment.
    With a bit of a longer stride I increase my speed to Neiton- wanting to reach it before night fall. When suddenly shouting becomes audible behind me. Instinctively, I quickly climb a decent sized tree until I assume I am covered by the leaves around me.
    A small patrol of marauders runs by and stops just a bit ahead to where I can hear their conversation:
    “So where we going to hit next, Faux?”
    “Well this road does lead to Neiton…
    and they just so happen to have plenty of stores for us to get. Hehe”
    “Sounds great! But why’d we stop?”
    “I could’ve sworn I saw a guy up ahead here… Must’ve scared him off…
    But like I was saying, Neiton has a lot of different shops, big market district you see?
    I’m thinkin’ we hit the place tonight… Get as much as we can and burn the place to ground.
    There’s a guard change about every two hours in Neiton and if we get there at just the right time: Jackpot!”
    “What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!”
    and they headed further up the trail.
    Someone would have to stop them…”

    Hurler Fistfuls of Love (Shaped Like Suns)


    bacchanal in wither bone
    courage teaks to a soft stone
    marrow in a morrow snapped a shone
    a plaintive in smiles, sewn buttons above
    every midnight inch is a mile in shove
    he holds a heart on his tongue and bites the love
    he washes his hands covered in a liquid glove
    and what a yellow round, he's still a home gone bum
    he's a watcher and puppeteer in my sum
    we pop him enough just so it's numb
    our fingertips and minds, clinging to scraps and crumb
    so sad we haven't felt a taste try
    so posh and polish our teeth and eye
    for our little platform to lie
    and smile as wide as a pill does when it cries

    to take the part in psalm of connection
    rhythm in nomenclature, two bodies in direction
    moving with emphasis of creation
    the art of the bodies without any station
    yup
    that's a handshake

    Wilson trotted precariously amid the trees, the soft crunch of old fallen leaves rustling under the pressure of each paw. Wilson was an australian shepherd- border collie mix, his eyes a dark brown almost rolling into an abyss of black beyond glance.
    Wilson's fur was a light cocoa brown with a broad stripe of white leading from his forehead to his underside and the backs of his legs, covering his paws entirely snow white; although caked in mud.
    Wilson was a stray dog, looking for a place to call his own amongst the constant loneliness and had heard of a nearby clan.
    Wilson aproached the border of Solarclan and sat, tilting his head askew before barking softly,"May I join?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson trotted over to the aged playground, the corroding rust among the metal frames brittling the structure as he glanced at it. Wilson padded past the, estranged of human care, metal frames and bars before reaching near the sandbox. Wilson noticed an aged canine laying amidst the sandy outskirts of the box.
    Wilson padded over to the german shepherd and sat sat firmly near him before woofing,"Is something wrong?"
    The border collie-aussie mix politely tilted his head in curiosity.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]"The name's James Wilson," woofed the, much smaller by comparison, mutt. "But you can just call me Wilson" he said as his tail wagged exciteably, the young mutt barked once more "I hear you know a bit about herbs, I was hoping you could teach me some stuff and help out around here."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson smirked casually as he replied to the bigger dog,"Well I know poppyseeds ease pain and make you tired but that's as limited my knowledge is currently," he paused then woofed quizically,"Say, I never did get your name Doctor...?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson chirped back at House,"Yes sir," and nodded his head, following the larger dog back to camp.
    Wilson absorbed the information given to him well, but all the same wondered how House even remembered it all.
    Wilson seemed to think rather highly of House, such a brilliant mind and teacher, he got distracted... Wilson trotted a bit faster after him.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson padded closer to the river, just exploring the clan he had newly joined. Wilson looked about the winding river surrounded by tufts of folliage, fragile from the cold air and frosted the dew upon them. Along the rivers movement Wilson spotted two bodies in the water, struggling to escape the grip the current had on them.
    Wilson froze in horror just as the blades of grass had along the river edge; unsure of what to do.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson rushed quickly to House, already going numb as he whimpered,"Is there anything I should be doing, House?"
    Wilson shook wildly as he watched it all unfold, hoping he could help.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Wilson walked inside House's office, and as is typical for an abondomed school, the office was a mess; the roof water damaged and falling apart showing a metal skeleton of the building. Along the wall was an old chalkboard, and adjacent to that was a long row of windows. The classroom had many desks pushed together on one side, leaving a large area open for herb storage; where many plants lay under a leaky portion of the roof. Wilson walked toward the center and noticed poppyseeds scattered all around the room.
    Wilson barked "This place has definitely seen better days."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]"I g-guess,"replied Wilson, intending to not upset the much larger German Shepherd, yet it was for another reason he kept quiet; he liked the commanding tone in his bark. The fact of the matter was that Wilson couldn't help but feel some sensual attraction to him. House had some rough abruptness in his perfection, down to his labored walking and flagrant cynicism peppered with out-right social intolerance .
    Wilson sat and stared at the German Shepherd with great-yet still humble-admiration. Wilson felt his heart beat faster just looking at House.
    'Uh oh'was all Wilson could think of.