The Coward.
a child weaned on poison
considers harm as comfort . . .
Ooc.
flowers will grow
from my bones . . .
intro.
My user is doeskin but I usually go by Spooky or Doe primarily! I use they/them pronouns and I was born in ninety eight. I've been roleplaying for over twelve years now approximately? I started RP through wolf quest which really fuelled my passion for writing with other people and now here I am!
reply speed.
I have a tendency to fluctuate in activity and reply speed, but at the very latest I'll respond weekly! Though of course sometimes the muse hits and I can provide back to back replies, but we shall see.
timezone.
I'm EST but my schedule is readily open, please don't hesitate to give me a shout and I'll reply whenever I can!
dms.
I have no issue for people reaching out via DMs! I promise I don't bite and you don't have to ask!
maturity.
I love angst, violence and gore. I have no qualms in having my characters suffer one way or another whether its a broken heart or a missing limb!
Timid is the Creature.
the tangle of the forest in his hair,
the silence of the woodlands in his eyes . . .
name.
Alder Khorue
sobriquet.
The coward
dotage.
Seven years
species.
Dalnum Ulfur
identity.
Male : He / Him
sexuality.
Homosexual
courtship.
Single
totem.
Dappled field mouse dubbed Ekan
affinity.
Rothenheim
status.
Drudge
Owned by Ikaros
lineage.
Dam : Yris Morbrook
Sire : Valcov Khorue
Kin : A sister and two brothers. He does not utter their names.
to be made flesh,
was humiliation . . .
stature.
20" from the shoulder
55lbs in weight
Overall Alder is a small wolf compared to most counterparts. He is long in the limbs with a slender, almost feminine, body shape.
distinction.
Emerald eyes with lighter flecking around the pupil. He reveres the world with a melancholic tenderness.
He is primarily a white coated wolf with distinct creams that envelop his shoulders, fore and hind legs including his tail.
Notably the wolf holds an asymmetrical face with significant markings patterning the right side. Save for two cheek spots that are symmetrical.
Two prevalent scars have notched themselves into the right side of his muzzle, closest to his nose. Given the short fur on his snout, they are visible.
He carries the aroma of sage on his pelt. Warm, woody notes with a subtle hint of sweetness in the undertone.
voice claim.
Undecided.
He speaks softly, his words gentler than the petals of a flower. His tone collected yet cautious as if the very words he speaks may choke him.
mental health.
Outward : stable
Inward : depressed
physical health.
Visually : healthy
Internally : healthy
| Positives. | Neutral. | Negative. |
|---|---|---|
| Dutiful | Reticent | Timid |
| Curious | Soft Spoken | Cowardly |
| Methodical | Submissive | Fickle |
| Likes. | Dislikes. | Fears. |
|---|---|---|
| Exploration | Snakes | Failure |
| Storms | Confrontation | Deep water |
| Stargazing | Maliciousness | Abandonment |
alignment.
Social Good : the nurturer
A genuine want for what is best for everyone.
disposition.
[ will elaborate, promise ]
moodboard.
Etched.
i would comfort you, sooth you,
tranquilize you . . .
birthright.
A middle child beneath twin elder brothers and two winters above a younger sister. Eyes never seeing him in his early years and furthermore upon her arrival. Attention diverted from a child who only sought appraisal, who sought love and comfort. Warmth of a mothers hold became unattainable when her arms could only cradle so many. He could never quite wedge himself amongst the knitted pile and he lay distant with only himself to hold. A father ignorant to a third sons yearning to become a founder of his fathers pride.
Look at me, please...
Sickness came and ravaged its way through the home, unyielding in its plague. He, untouched like his father, desperate to please and replenish the love that had run dry. An untrained paw sought a foul herb, unbeknownst to the fates he'd seal when those sickly ingested its blight. He had fed to each in hopes their ailment will finally cease. And it had, yet not in the way the young one wished for. The return of a worried father he had expressed his willingness to help, had showed his mistake to father in yearning. He believed he done good, had done right to his family.
What... have you done?
Grief was unkind. Yet it was nothing compared to the guilt that was cruel and equally as vicious as the parent who no longer called him his own. Thrown to the whims of drudgehood...
I just wanted you to see me...
present.
A guilted heart grows evermore weary.
Intertwined.
but here
i blur into you . . .
legend.✧ Stranger ✦ Acquaintance ✼ Friend ✾ Comrade ∅ Deceased◇ Curious ◆ Intrigued ◬ Affectionate ▴ Doting ❥ Betrothed╸Unsure ╾ Cautious ⑆ Avoidant○ Annoyed ⊙ Dislikes ⦿ Distrusts ◍ Loathing■ Missing □ Yearning ◊ Grieving
Ikaros. played by rudner
✼ ◇ ◆
how is it that my heart warms when you're near?
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Tracker.
forget me,
forget me, i beg you . . .
active.
Title
Users: who is involved
Participants: the ocs
Location: where the rp is taken place
completed.
Let Down
Users: rudner
Participants: alder and ikaros
Location: narrow vale
last update.
mm/dd/yy: 01 / 14 / 26