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| Aden Cloven | Dec 13 2010, 09:25 PM Post #1 |
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Warlord Prince
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ADEN CLOVEN Age: 30 Caste: Warlord Prince Race:Dea Al Mon Birth Territory:Dea Al Mon Home Territory:Dea Al Mon:Currently in Glacia Birthright Jewel: Purple-Dusk (76) Jewel of rank: Green (14) Description Physical Description: Aden is 5'10" with a trim build and wide shoulders. He is extraordinarily strong for his trim build. He has a body that feels like hot steel and looks as such with platinum blonde hair and skin as pale as steel. He has the finely pointed ears that all the children of the wood have. His face is finely sculpted except for the single scar that goes down the left side of his face. He has a cold look in his eyes all the times. And, rarely ever smiles except when he is enjoying the spoils of his trade or spending time with his younger sister. He looks young even though he had a hard childhood and was forced to grow up faster then what most children were suppose to. He got the single scar from a sparing match with an old friend and both of the boys tempers snapped and they hurt one another. They didn’t notice till the trainers had stopped the fight. He has a strong body because he was trained hard as a boy and continued to train hard as he grew up. He uses a special sight shield that his Black Widow friend Claire created for him to hide his pointed ears. He did this so that even the darkest jeweled blood unless they were black widows wouldn't be able to tell what he was. And even the black widows unless they wanted to know wouldn't know because they would have to untangle the tangled webs that Claire made. Personality: Aden is very open-minded for a Warlord Prince. He doesn't care to get dirty because he believes that you have to break a couple eggs to make an omelet. He is jaded in every since of the word physically, mentally, and emotionally. The only thing that is not jaded for him or jades him is his sister Cassandra Cloven. He is a very calm person and, tries his hardest to never lose his temper. He had lost it once in his past and was punished for it and is still being punished for it. But, he is a Dea Al Mon Warlord Prince. Holding back the outbursts just makes those worse when they happen. He prefers not to do violent things but won't stop in the middle of ripping your throat out if you get in his way or on the wrong side of the killing field. He only has one fear it is to lose himself to his rage. When he was young he lost himself and hurt his sister’s friend. He doesn’t want his sister to have to suffer again like she did. Thus his only ambition is to control his own rage. If he can get control of his rage he will go back home to Dea Al Mon. Likes: Helping others, killing the tainted in the realm, Protecting those he cares about, training, and Quite secluded areas Dislikes: Cheating, Stealing, Hurting others, People that hurt the innocent, and tainted people. History Aden started out a happy child in well known family in Dea Al Mon. He had tutors that helped him learn how to use the bow and knives. But, Aden was never really violent himself. He was Dea Al Mon so he had their temperament and he was a warlord prince so he had the possessive nature, caring, controlling nature that comes with his caste. When he was young about one to five years old he never had a connection to his people. He always felt like the fifth leg on a horse. But, all of that changed when he was five. At five, his little sister was born. The first time he saw her little body the thought that went through he head was "That he had to protect her no matter what". As time went by, He could tell that she wasn't a queen. So, he couldn't understand why he had such a strong need to protect her. He knew that he would kill to protect her and he was never violent before or at least not to this extent. The adults didn't understand his need to protect and care for her either and that confused him. Honestly, shouldn’t they understand him they were his relatives? As she and he grow older, their connection grew stronger. Everywhere Cassandra went Aden went and everywhere Aden went Cassandra followed. When she was young they would play games together and when they grew even older they would have little childish adventures in the forest. Then the tutors that had tutored him had started to train her as well. He would see her out there and in the sparing she would get bruises and stuff but nothing to bad. But, it still set him off for some reason. He got so protective once that he nearly beat the poor guy that was sparing with her to death after the training that he almost killed him. Since then, Aden has been reluctant to let his anger of its leash. Cass had never seen him like that and he never wanted her to see him like that. He didn't want her to see her brother kill someone by accident and probably get punished or killed himself to pay the blood price. When Cassandra started her training as a Priestess, he suddenly felt emptiness whenever she would go to her teachers. This emptiness scared him. He thought that this emptiness was his old anger coming to life again. He didn't want to hurt any of the people that he knew by now was helping his little sister. He went to the queen of his home province and asked if she would force him out. She wanted an explanation. She toke her time deciding but she eventually told him that if he thought it was for the best that she would let him leave but, he was welcome back anytime once he figures out why he was afraid of what he was. He left without a word. He knew that it would hurt Cassandra. But, he didn't want her to have to fight him to protect the people that were trying to help her. The first place he went to after he left was Glacia. He thought that the people were to kind to him so he left there and went to Akavi. He couldn't live there either because the mountains made him miss his forest home. He traveled and traveled but, he could never find the place he wanted to live. He thought to himself that if couldn't be happy anywhere except in the forests he grew up in he would seal away his emotion. This made it easier to go on to become a mercenary. He never wanted this but if he was going to do it he was going to do it right. He would do all of his jobs with a smile even though he would never probably feel happiness again. Now he wonders through Kaeleer doing the jobs no one wants and gets them done with a smile on his face. Family: MOTHER:Diana Cloven Priestess (Summer-Sky to Green) FATHER:Aster Cloven Warlord Prince (Opal to Sapphire) SIBLING(S):Cassandra Cloven Priestess (Rose to Purple-Dusk) RP Sample: Later that night, Cantan woke up to the sobbing. He thought that Alessandra had woken up during the night but, when he got to her room he saw her sitting in bed crying in her sleep. It hurt him he knew what it felt like to lose someone that you love. He had lost his sister a long time past. He walked in and Claire was already in the room. She was weaving a small web in the corner of the room. Cantan had no idea what was in the web and he knew that it was a bad idea to try and find out unless you were given the information freely. He walked over to her and asked but, made it entirely clear she didn’t have to tell him. She didn’t respond so he left her and walked to the bed. Claire wasn’t paying any attention to him. He sat down on the bed and thought to himself if he could pull her out of this dream he would. He would make the bastards that did this pay with not only their life but he would finish the kill till the debt was completely payed. He didn’t know if he could do this though. He was a weaker jeweled prince and if he so much as ran into a person that was darker then the Opal he didn’t know if he could to it or not. In the beginning, he had relied on Alessandra’s jewels to finish the darker jeweled kills but, if it was any darker he didn’t know if they could do it. They could kill the body but the mind would continue and then they would have to run for maybe the rest of their lives because of this. Cantan was already running but, he didn’t want to force that on her but, the only other option was to do what the bastards wanted them to do. Alessandra wouldn’t go for that. Cantan wiped the tears from her closed eyes, got up off the bed and walked out of the room. Even if he had to get help he would get them through this. Cantan went back to bed. A couple hours later after having is own bad dream about losing is sister to his rage. He woke up to the smell of food. He got up out of the bed and cleaned up a bit then he went down to the kitchen. Claire walked in just before he did he heard an exchange that almost made him laugh then he heard them both laugh and thought that this would be just as good a moment to walk in as any. So, he walked into the room. She told him about the breakfast and the coffee. It felt a little weird. He had never had anyone to care for him in the past since he left his home territory. He must have given a funny look or something because he saw her cheeks turn red. Then, he looked over at Claire who had that “Mother Night” look on her face. He was a little interested what was going on between the women but he didn’t do anything. He was still a little sleepy and his mind wasn’t working on all gears because he got the impression from Claire that he should know what was going on but, he didn’t. They ate breakfast in silence then Claire said that she had to go home. Cantan didn’t want to take the chance in getting them in danger but, they would be vulnerable regardless what they did. So, he walked Claire home after making sure that Alessandra didn’t move from the house at all even if he was dying on the door step. On the way back to Claire’s house it was eerily quite. She broke the silence all of a sudden saying, “You know she cares for you and, I can tell you care for her too.” Cantan was blind sided by this. This little black widow had a way with words, and to think she had seen straight through them both. Cantan hadn’t even realized he was getting attached to Alessandra until just a little while back but, he had just brushed it off. She had seen it and had known what it was on both ends not just him but Alessandra as well. Cantan trying to brush the comment aside knowing that he couldn’t get too enveloped in Alessandra said, “What did you see in your web last night.” Claire turned cold, “I saw some things but, they weren’t certain and the things I did see I already knew.” Nice sidestep little witch. Cantan chuckled, “Yes that may answer the question but, you know that’s not what I mean.” She gave him a quire look, “And, what do you mean?” Cantan exhaled in a blast and said, “Will you just tell me what you saw. You know I don’t care about the dam rules and this is a little important.” Claire glared at him, “I told you as much as I can. If I tell you anymore the good won’t come to pass and the bad will get worse so trust me.” Cantan was snippy the rest of the walk. At her house, she unlocked the door and walked in. She held up and envelope and gave it to Cantan. She said, “I got this last night. Don’t open it till you get home and Alessandra can see? The reaction may be bad but, trust me it is better then what it could be.” She gave him a hug and pecked him on the cheek. She said, “Trust you instincts and they will lead you in the right direction. A prince is something to contend with even if they are lighter jewels and doesn’t forget all people aren’t bad.” Cantan felt every word go to his soul. The little bitch knew everything didn’t her. Cantan laughed, “Can’t fool you can I.” Claire smiled, “It’s all over your face. I’m amazed you fooled her this long.” The said their goodbyes and he left. Nothing eventful happened on the way back and when he arrives home Alessandra was waiting on him. Cantan was interested in what was in the package so he waited watching as Alessandra broke the seal and let the contents of the envelope fall out. There was a lock of hair and a ribbon. Cantan recognized the ribbon as the one Alessandra’s mother had been wearing the day before. Cantan knew now why Claire told him to wait. If he had opened it before hand he would have rushed in and gotten himself killed trying to save her mother. Cantan caught his rage just as Alessandra’s started to boil over she headed for the door. Cantan darted in front of her and slammed the door shut. The tussle that occurred after was just child’s play compared to what he was use to so he let her move the way she wanted just making sure she didn’t her herself or get out that dam door. Then, she started to scream at him so he screamed his frustration back at her in earnest. After she calmed enough for him to carry her he toke her to the chair and sat her down. He watched her for a moment to make sure she wasn’t going to try to bolt again and then he sat down he didn’t want to have to do this but if he didn’t she would get herself killed and he knew right now they had to use their heads not their power. She thanked him and apologized he didn’t care if she was acting this way he would have done the same. So, he said, “It’s no problem. Just think before you go off next time. To be honest, Claire gave me the dam thing and told me to let you open it. I think it was for the best because if I had opened it I would have rushed off and gotten myself killed. I’m pretty pissed off right now as it is I’m just more worried about you so I am able to control myself.” Cantan toke a breath, “I’m sorry this happened I should have taken her to my house or something to protect her. But we will get her back one way or another even if I have to call in some friends for help. I don’t want to because it would get a lot more complicated but, if it comes down to it I don’t care. We will get her back.” His anger was on the edge right now about to boil over but, he kept it in check. He had meant every work that he had said and he would stop till he got her mother back no matter what even if he had to go home and get help. Player Info OOC Name:Miranda Past Characters: Cassandra Cloven Priestess Rose to Purple-Dusk; Shani Trent Black Widow Opal-Green(requesten full desent to Red); Ashian DesMullem Queen Yellow-Summer-Sky; Maria Mathen Black Widow (Cant remember jewel); Moon Tiger Kindred Warlord Prince (Cant think of jewel off hand) I have read the Rules!: Yes Original Site: Blood Price/Witchfire Link to Original Profile: http://s7.zetaboards.com/Blood_Price/topic/8403001/1/ http://www.dancingshadows.net/Witchfire/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=3447 Jewels Requested:Purple-Dusk to Green Caste(s) Requested:Warlord Prince Plot Goals:Continue on of Cantan just different name. Edited by Siren, Dec 29 2010, 04:41 PM.
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| Miranda | Dec 14 2010, 01:52 PM Post #2 |
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ready for review |
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| Siren | Dec 16 2010, 07:48 PM Post #3 |
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Review by PM |
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| Aden Cloven | Dec 18 2010, 06:38 PM Post #4 |
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Warlord Prince
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Ok i fixed the small details and i was wanting to know if it was alright if i could take and have the jewels of the other Aden on Blood Price instead of Cantan. But i think he is ready for the review again. TY |
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| Aden Cloven | Dec 28 2010, 10:00 PM Post #5 |
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Warlord Prince
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Ok it has been 2 weeks since i was last on and i have been having problems on this end but i was just posting here to let you know i think he is ready for review again. |
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| Siren | Dec 29 2010, 04:31 PM Post #6 |
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Accepted |
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