Post by SOL MERRICK on Jun 29, 2010 10:15:51 GMT -5
oh, Solis, dear
where have you been ?
[/color]where have you been ?
[/center]hello, dears.
my name is Shae.
i have been living in my own wonderland for twenty-six years,
but have only been in the rp realm for Thirteen years.
i would also like to say The grass is always purple on the other side. !
[/size]my name is Shae.
i have been living in my own wonderland for twenty-six years,
but have only been in the rp realm for Thirteen years.
i would also like to say The grass is always purple on the other side. !
oh, tell us are you
big or small ?
big or small ?
full name • Solis Merrick
date of birth • December 2nd, 1846
age •twenty-six
sex • Male
be careful not to
lose your head
[/size]lose your head
hair colour • Brown
eye colour • Vibrant Blue
distinctive characteristics •Eyes of vibrant blue, especially in the dark they appear to glow, it is the best way to know if he is in the room. They are hard to miss. Beneath his lapels and shirts, lies a perculiar skin which he has never known to anyone. Thanks to a high collar and piece of material over his jaw and part of his cheeks, hidden beneath lays a battered appearance. The skin is scaled and twisted, with strange markings along its edging, like ancient symbols or mystical scripts that perhaps only he knows the meaning of each.
overall appearance • Sol is often found in a rather neutral waist coat, nothing at all fancy yet nothing too extremely plain. His collar piece usually comes rather high and underneath he has his own specially made cloth which wraps around the back of his neck and parts of his jaw, almost like a partial mask, it is as if he hides something beneath for the world to never see. Often times you will find him with a cape and hood on, truly hiding away his features, though his eyes can always be see.
He is not a extremely tall man, nor is he short either, some would say he was just the right height. Often stoic, his face holds little expressions and it is hard to tell what his mind thinks of in any given situation.
how many miles
to wonderland ?
to wonderland ?
likes • The Crown, Cake, Simplicity, Solitude, Serenty, Strength.
dislikes • Direct Conflicts, Deception, People not getting to the Point, Child like behavior, sour milk
fears • It is known if he holds a true fear, some would say Time would be it, Or rather the events things take place, whether taking to slow or the fear that there will not be enough.
secret • optional; fun to have, though!
did someone
pull you
by the hand ?
pull you
by the hand ?
family • Unknown Mother - Deceased, Unknown Father - Deceased, Unknown Siblings - Deceased, He does not speak of them.
history • Sol was not your usual child, not from birth and hardly when he grew older. One reason was his parents said, the colour of his eyes, and somehow the way they reflected back. They claimed they could see a whole other world in them, and that they were his greatest enemy as it was not hard to see exactly what he wanted to say if you knew how to use them. They were his door ways into his soul.
There was something rather unusual about him as well, it was as if he knew things far before they would happen and could read a person far better than they could themselves. He never cried, never threw fits or tantrums, when other kids were playing he never played. He would sit and watch them, as if some wheel was turning within his own mind but he would never play. It would occur to someone that this childs behaviour might grant him as some mad individual later in life, very unhealthy for someone to not interact with others, but as he grew it was evident that this was not the case. He was wise beyond his years, as if he was a 1000 years old and not a year shorter. He carried a wisdom and serenity about him none could understand, however with serenity often comes its opposition. And though he seemed calm at all times there was a few incidents when he turned into quite the sadistic character. Like a Yin-Yang he carried duel sides, though one was hardly seen.
Sol accelerated in everything he attempted, sometimes without a thought or any work, it came so naturally to him. His parents heard word of children being born with gifts that Sol possessed called the Seers and Mystics. When he was in his late childhood a hooded figure came to visit his parents. They will not tell you whom it was, but Sol had already packed what was needed and left that night. Not to return to his family. These were the people of legend, few and small in population but sharing of the same.
He even accelerated well in their own teachings and word spread of him being the next Illumati, the truly Enlightened one and their own Prophet. When he was old enough he was sent as those before him to stand at the Crowns side, this was where they belonged. It was the energies of Underland and their true wanting to have it so and the white Queen welcomed him freely.
He proved to be an asset to the thrown, he taught the White Queen, how to make the best shrinking potions and cakes of growth, how to create magic in a sense and how to truly center yourself through light. It was light what he taught her, airy, nothing that could truly cause harm, though he knew she would never do so, as much as her soul was somewhat deceiving to itself.
On a day when great celebrations were held, those who taught him came to the White Queen's court in honoring. Sol was not surprised to find his family there as well, they often took part in her festivities, oh how they loved their Queen. But those who taught him knew what was to come of that day, though they could not speak of it and in one terrible swoop of the Jabberwocky, many lost their lives. Everyone paniced, everyone began to run, but Sol stood still just watching as the world burned away, he watched as the people who he had once called family were killed, he watched as those who he learned from fell to the ground, he watched as everything was destroyed. The only time he truly moved was when he robe caught on fire, burning a large portion of his upper form and leaving scars which would never heal.
When the flames slowed, and the ground was black with ash, the Knave was there to take anyone prisoner. He found Sol, standing and waiting for him. He asked to be taken to the Queen and there he swore his allegience to the Crown as he had done before. Where it went, whom's head it was on it did not matter to him, as long as they wore it, that was who he served. It was his way, it was what was meant for him. He stands now, in the Red Queen's Court, and by the crowns side.
please
tell us so we'll
understand
tell us so we'll
understand
rules? • lost in wonderland
anything else? • I have nothing further to say
oh
how will you
find your
way ?
how will you
find your
way ?
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