Post by ` sol . on Aug 22, 2009 3:40:48 GMT -5
SOL VORH
if you listen, listen close, you can hear when the heart stops...
if you listen, listen close, you can hear when the heart stops...
WE HELD HANDS
.on the last night on earth.
.on the last night on earth.
Race:
human
Age:
nineteen
Sex:
male
Affiliations:
rogue
Favorite/Best Power(s):
none
OUR MOUTHS FILLED WITH DUST
.we kissed in the fields and under trees.
.we kissed in the fields and under trees.
Mate/Spouse:
Sentril Rodet-Vorh [deceased]
Family/Ancestry:
Father: Lyche Vorh
Mother: Corrine Vorh
History:
as a child, there was nothing remarkable about Sol. He was simply a happy, healthy young boy, born to a quiet, yet loving, mother and a father with respect for all. The little family lived on a farm that couldn't be described as sprawling. However, it did bring in money as well as food, so their needs were kept and they were mostly left alone.
sol, when he was old enough to be considered an adult, was reluctant to leave home in persuit of a new life. After all, it was all he knew. But he did eventually enter life in a town nearby his former residence, where he became the tenant of a family called Rodet. They provided him with shelter and food so long as he would help them with various tasks. This is when he first met Sentril. She was quite the pretty little thing, with her ashen blonde locks, straight as a board and her wide gray eyes. She was quite short too, barely reaching Sol's shoulder when she stood next to him.
at first, Sentril was not one Sol would have desired. She was beautiful, yes, but she was a little too gleeful, possibly a bit too eccentric in her actions for him. But, the two grew close, little by little. Oftentimes one could see them walking together, never touching, simply talking after Sol was finished with his work.
two years passed. Sol had finally fallen completely for Sentril, and her for him as well. Their love was professed to each family, both Vorh and Rodet, each of which encouraged marriage. Sol was fourteen. Sentril, a year behind. Once the youngest Rodet had become a Vorh, the couple moved to the farm Sol's parents had kept. They raised their own home, however, on the opposite side of the field from the elder generation.
a family was not in Sol and Sentril's destiny. They just couldn't seem to concieve a child. It was really quite tragic for the two of them. It had been a year that they were married, and still nothing. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying, however.
it was two weeks after their first year together that Sol's life fell apart. During the night, he'd felt her get out of bed. He presumed it was simply to take a brief walk and dismissed it, going back to sleep. When he awoke the next morning, her place was cold. Empty. Sentril was gone. Frantic, Sol searched his home, his parents' house, her former residence, all over town. Everywhere. Sentril was nowhere to be found. Panic and worry set in. He couldn't bring himself to eat, or sleep.
months passed, though they seemed like centuries, until Sentril's fate was made evident. It was a stormy morning when Sol recieved a knock on his door. Anxious with impossible hopes, he rushed to answer, only to have grief knock him back staggering. Laying in the mud before him was Sentril. Her lifeless body still held an awful beauty. Her porcelain face was dappled with dirt and sweat, and her hair seemed bizarre, tangled and streaked with traces of muddy brown and the rusty red of dried blood. Thankfully, her eyes were closed. That same day, through the awful thunder storms that ravaged the sky, Sol laid his wife to rest. He couldn't afford a marker with any kind of inscriptions, so instead he surrounded the plot where she slept eternally with oddly round stones she'd collected. And then, he wept. Wept harder than the sky above for the loss of his very meaning of life.
it was after this that Sol began to travel. It didn't matter where he went, really. He could feed himself and anything extra he caught or gathered could be sold for a little bit of money. It is three years later, and still Sol cannot move on. Will there be someone to help him?
what will you do?
IT WAS EMPTY ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
.we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
.we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
Personality:
Sol is not a social creature by habit. He's more of the one to stay silent and eavesdrop without realizing what he's doing. It's gotten him into trouble more than once. However, the conversations he hears usually mean nothing to him and are soon forgotten. Unless, of course, they are about himself or one he happens to know.
Though he doesn't show it, Sol is a sensitive man. Things said to hurt a little completely destroy him on the inside, though his exterior remains strong. He doesn't want to burden society with his troubles, which is why he keeps to himself in the first place. Not to mention that he isn't one to dawdle if there isn't reason to. He learned young to get things done and get on with business.
A stubborn streak resides within Sol. He isn't sure where it came from, but he is rather insistent on certain things, some more than others. Like his chivalry, for instance. Even if he isn't vocal about it, he'll hold open a door for someone or help them pick up something they may have dropped.
His shell hasn't always been so impenetrable. Love does some strange, often painful things to a human heart. It wasn't Sentril's fault, however. Before her death, Sol was a warm character, usually with a smile, and a kind word for all. She was the light to his life, and when she was extinguished so quickly, it devastated poor Sol. He hasn't brought himself to get past the love of his life, his beautiful wife.
WE FOUND SALVATION
.scratched into the earth like a message.
.scratched into the earth like a message.
Hair:
chestnut brown
Eyes:
green/hazel
Build:
lean, but strong; stands at five feet eleven inches
Other:
there are many small scars lacing his arms and legs, but none of them have stories worth recalling.
IN OUR CANCER OF PASSION YOU SAID
.death is a midnight runner.
.death is a midnight runner.