Faolin Aaden McGowan

[sanguine]

Humans;;

Faolin AADEN McGowan

behind the curtain

Hey. You can go ahead and just call me Sanguine~! I've been doing this thing for 6 years now, and that's out of the 17 years I've been on the planet! If you need to get a hold of me, just hit me up on either PM, or MSN! (ask for it? ^^''). I promise I won't bite! Or will I?

it's the beginning

TEST OF TALENT: "Hush now, little one's, your safety is secure; held together like an iron brace, mingled with the curls. . ."

Softly, sweetly, the voice taunted to the claustrophobic shadows; Naught a movement save the teasing gleam of the iron helmet that covered the child-like face. With a slow, deliberate movement; hands were brought upwards to the dark, navy sky; pale movement dancing off the naked skin that thinly covered muscle, sinew and bone. "Come to me my children; may your journey be safe and slight, as each one of you departs, into the chilling night." Wind whipped carmine hair about the soft paloured skin, and not a sound did she utter, but still her voice rang.

But never would the children answer, buried beneath the earth; forging blood into the skin, it got rid of all the hurt. "Children, why do you not answer? Come to me my children, and I will be your dancer!" Macabre's voice wobbled, as the final word was muttered; not a sound those children uttered, despite her desperate calls; only vision in her mind, was their blood smeared over her walls. Something old, something blue, something crimson, overdue.

Once more the iron brace, slipped back unto her wrists; binding them together tight, and off into the forest, marched, her blood staining the soil. But still those children would not answer; voice quelled by earth, but each and every little child, silent as the snow. But those children’s bodies moved, a single twitch, the flutter of an eyelid. Not altogether invisible to the calling mother.

“Children, come and save the mother that bore your lifeless corpses life, beat; strangle and maul, until there’s not a man in sight!”

With a deadly grin; razor teeth were flashed. Soon each, and one and all would be scorched into ash. With earth and water; the dust will eventually mingle, to become what it once was, will once be, the poppies that were sown. Borne of blood and rotting flesh; tiny red flowers will grow; forced from blood shed and death, the tiny seeds are sown.

In the night, the wonder sleeps, teeth as white as snow, what little faith, she has in dreams, no one will ever know.

this is who i am

FULL NAME: Faolin Aaden McGowan
NICKNAME: Fay; Aadey.
REAL AGE: 15
PHYSICAL AGE: 16/17
SEXUALITY: Flexible.
SPECIES: Human

this is why i'm hot

human form

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EYES: A warm, honey brown, with slight flakes of amber, and black around the rim of the iris.
HAIR: Medium in length, strawberry blonde, and a natural bedhead.
HEIGHT: 5'3''
WEIGHT:120lbs
BODY TYPE: Lean, lightly muscled.
CLOTHING CHOICE: For old times' sake, Faolin is usually clad in his old school uniform, or a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a sweater.
APPEARANCE: Faolin is a rather short teenager, having not fully reached the end of his growth spurt, but, although he won’t willingly admit it, he knows it is unlikely that he will ever bulk out, and gain a bit more muscle. His body is slim, and lithe, thus making him agile, and quick on his feet. Faolin is broad shouldered, though this is not normally noticed unless he is wearing his old uniform; the short clings to every curve of his body, and accentuates his lightly muscled chest. Faolin wears his short, Strawberry blonde hair however he wakes up, and, due to the war wiping out most beauty products, it has taken on a natural shine, and softness, despite the lack of shampoos and conditioners.

this is how i act

INTERESTS: Werewolves - Faolin is fascinated by the culture surrounding these packs, but, unlike most, he has yet to come into contact with one. Naivety, combined with an awkward curiosity that is likely to get him torn into shreds.

Onigiri; Little rice balls he discovered in Japan. How would have thought that little balls of filled rice would taste so delicious? He didn’t!

Stew; In remembrance of his now dead and gone mother, Faolin cooks the same meal she used to serve every Sunday, just so he could have one little memory of his mother’s cooking. This is rare, due to the ingredients being rare.

Music; One interest that didn’t die away when the war had finished. He keeps an old fashioned cassette player on him at all times, and he managed to salvage his headphones from the rubble of his house, a bit scratched up, but functioning well enough.

Water; Well, he has to keep himself hydrated, and the water keeps his skin as clear as anything. It also aids his hygienic routine, that has hardly changed since before the war.
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CONS: bad personality traits, at least 5
STRENGTHS: what your character is good at, at least 3
WEAKNESSES: your characters kryptonites, at least 3
PERSONALITY: a good summary of what your character is like, at least 2 good paragraphs

this is what once was

BIRTHDAY: self explanatory, omit year
PARENTS: who raised your character, living or deceased
SIBLINGS: brothers and/or sisters, living or deceased
BIRTH PLACE: where your character was born/grew up
HISTORY: a summary of the events of your character's life. This should be where you put the most thought.

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