03-18-2017, 07:05 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]He doesn't really know what he's doing out so far from the lodge (well, not quite that far, but definitely farther than a mere five year old should be), a giant canopy of woodland green covering the gradually greying skies above, a brand new layer of freshly fallen snow crunching beneath his worn out, super hero sneakers. He's completely surrounded by the nature he has grown to love so very deeply, freckled nose scrunching up ever so slightly, lungs heaving against the cold atmosphere as his small frame works against the remains of a fallen oak tree defeated by last night's storm. It takes the boy a few tries to secure his footing, a subtle "umph" billowing past his pursed lips every time he somehow managed to slip, or lose hold of the bark beneath his already raw, reddening fingers. However, even despite the inherent struggles he eventually makes it to the top of the horizontal tree trunk, a triumphant cry echoing almost at once, his hands balled up into fists as they're held above his head in a fit of pure excitement. He had done it, and all by himself too!
It's these cries of Hadrian's recently achieved conquest that ultimately draw the attention of his own four legged companion, a lilac furred Doberman pup, her ears recently clipped and therefore still the slightest bit floppy at the tips. With a joyous yip she sprints forward with all of her might, short legs lugging through the heavy blanket of white, her stumpy tail wagging eagerly as she finally reaches the very bottom of the crumbling tree base. "Bambi!" The runt immediately responds to the sound of her name with a high pitched whimper of her own, untrimmed claws rasping against the bark in a failed attempt to reach her owner. Instead of further enticing the furry, little creature, the young boy moves across the thick trunk with incredibly balance, quickly grabbing onto one of the smaller branches before pulling it straight from its roots. It comes off with a loud snap, and almost as if sensing his intentions, Bambi prepares herself for the game. "Go fetch, girl!" The stick catapults forward with ease, the very force being enough to cause his hood to slip right off of his head, exposing him and his golden curls to the much colder temperatures in which they lived. It hits the ground before the pup can reach it, however that doesn't seem to stop her from lunging herself into the snow, small teeth chewing at the wood.
[spoiler=second star to the right]GENERAL / BIO / PINTEREST
+ Hadrian Morello / Known as "Haddy" to few / Dislikes nicknames
+ 5 years old / Meg Darling x Russell Morello / Born October 14 | Libra
+ Born male / Identifies as male / Uses masculine pronouns (he/him)
+ Unknown sexuality / Unknown preference / Too young / Disinterested
POSSESSIONS & PETS / OTHER NOTES
+ CLICK / Stuffed crocodile plushie: "Lyle" / STATUS: Worn out
+ CLICK / Doberman puppy (♀): "Bambi" / AGE: 4 months / STATUS: 95%
+ sketchbook, a series of crayons, colored pencils, markers & eraser
+ a canteen of water, a small cylinder of dried, homemade dog treats
+ a thick book of old fairytales, complete with various pictures
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE / STATUS: HEALTHY [95%]
+A young, olive skinned boy who stands at about three feet or so in term of height, and somewhere around twenty five pounds in weight. His build is naturally lanky, though still holding that child-like roundness that is common for those found in his age group, complete with the lightest splatter of freckles across the bridge of nose. Unlike his sister, the boy's hair is a darker shade of golden brown, the ends curling depending on the overall length in which he keeps it. His eye color varies from deep shades of forest green, to a much lighter, jaded hue with tints of blue around the iris.
+ Preferred Outfit: Considering his notable love for adventure and exploration, Hadrian can almost always be found layered in warm clothing consisting of a dark, forest colored sweatshirt whose hood, when propped up, has the eyes of a crocodile, and a serious of white triangles around the trim of what are most likely teeth. He also wears a pair of light jeans with various patches on them, and worn down sneakers of a matching green.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Always covered in scratches or bruises
PERSONALITY / The Lost Boy / Chaotic Neutral / Rule Breaker
+ Hadrian is, for a lack of a better term, quite the hand full as far as children usually go. He has a complete disregard for the rules that have been set upon him, and is known to simply march to rhythm of his own drum out of both spite and an overall dislike for authority. His rebellious behavior stems directly from the boy’s deep love of adventure, often going out on his own, or wandering off a little farther than he should from home. Despite his young age, Hadrian is often described as rather quick tongued, unafraid of spewing retorts as well as utilizing quick bouts of sarcasm if you so prove to get on his thinning nerves. Though just as he can be rude, he can prove himself to be just as sweet, given that you’re one of the people that has somehow earned his trust. It is only with those few that Hadrian becomes quite the considerate, docile being, as opposed to his usual wild and unruly self.
 DISORDERS: Very slow developing, bipolar disorder.
COMBAT AND INTERACTION
+ Physically weak (6/100) / Mentally average (60/100) / Vulnerable
+ No actual knowledge of combat / Incredibly sporadic / Most attacks will succeed
+ Easily irritated & quick tempered / Will bite you if given the chance
+ Still in the process of developing a moral compass / Caution advised
+ All nonviolent and friendly actions may be powerplayed
 attack in bold or underlined bold
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It's these cries of Hadrian's recently achieved conquest that ultimately draw the attention of his own four legged companion, a lilac furred Doberman pup, her ears recently clipped and therefore still the slightest bit floppy at the tips. With a joyous yip she sprints forward with all of her might, short legs lugging through the heavy blanket of white, her stumpy tail wagging eagerly as she finally reaches the very bottom of the crumbling tree base. "Bambi!" The runt immediately responds to the sound of her name with a high pitched whimper of her own, untrimmed claws rasping against the bark in a failed attempt to reach her owner. Instead of further enticing the furry, little creature, the young boy moves across the thick trunk with incredibly balance, quickly grabbing onto one of the smaller branches before pulling it straight from its roots. It comes off with a loud snap, and almost as if sensing his intentions, Bambi prepares herself for the game. "Go fetch, girl!" The stick catapults forward with ease, the very force being enough to cause his hood to slip right off of his head, exposing him and his golden curls to the much colder temperatures in which they lived. It hits the ground before the pup can reach it, however that doesn't seem to stop her from lunging herself into the snow, small teeth chewing at the wood.
[spoiler=second star to the right]GENERAL / BIO / PINTEREST
+ Hadrian Morello / Known as "Haddy" to few / Dislikes nicknames
+ 5 years old / Meg Darling x Russell Morello / Born October 14 | Libra
+ Born male / Identifies as male / Uses masculine pronouns (he/him)
+ Unknown sexuality / Unknown preference / Too young / Disinterested
POSSESSIONS & PETS / OTHER NOTES
+ CLICK / Stuffed crocodile plushie: "Lyle" / STATUS: Worn out
+ CLICK / Doberman puppy (♀): "Bambi" / AGE: 4 months / STATUS: 95%
+ sketchbook, a series of crayons, colored pencils, markers & eraser
+ a canteen of water, a small cylinder of dried, homemade dog treats
+ a thick book of old fairytales, complete with various pictures
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE / STATUS: HEALTHY [95%]
+A young, olive skinned boy who stands at about three feet or so in term of height, and somewhere around twenty five pounds in weight. His build is naturally lanky, though still holding that child-like roundness that is common for those found in his age group, complete with the lightest splatter of freckles across the bridge of nose. Unlike his sister, the boy's hair is a darker shade of golden brown, the ends curling depending on the overall length in which he keeps it. His eye color varies from deep shades of forest green, to a much lighter, jaded hue with tints of blue around the iris.
+ Preferred Outfit: Considering his notable love for adventure and exploration, Hadrian can almost always be found layered in warm clothing consisting of a dark, forest colored sweatshirt whose hood, when propped up, has the eyes of a crocodile, and a serious of white triangles around the trim of what are most likely teeth. He also wears a pair of light jeans with various patches on them, and worn down sneakers of a matching green.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Always covered in scratches or bruises
PERSONALITY / The Lost Boy / Chaotic Neutral / Rule Breaker
+ Hadrian is, for a lack of a better term, quite the hand full as far as children usually go. He has a complete disregard for the rules that have been set upon him, and is known to simply march to rhythm of his own drum out of both spite and an overall dislike for authority. His rebellious behavior stems directly from the boy’s deep love of adventure, often going out on his own, or wandering off a little farther than he should from home. Despite his young age, Hadrian is often described as rather quick tongued, unafraid of spewing retorts as well as utilizing quick bouts of sarcasm if you so prove to get on his thinning nerves. Though just as he can be rude, he can prove himself to be just as sweet, given that you’re one of the people that has somehow earned his trust. It is only with those few that Hadrian becomes quite the considerate, docile being, as opposed to his usual wild and unruly self.
 DISORDERS: Very slow developing, bipolar disorder.
COMBAT AND INTERACTION
+ Physically weak (6/100) / Mentally average (60/100) / Vulnerable
+ No actual knowledge of combat / Incredibly sporadic / Most attacks will succeed
+ Easily irritated & quick tempered / Will bite you if given the chance
+ Still in the process of developing a moral compass / Caution advised
+ All nonviolent and friendly actions may be powerplayed
 attack in bold or underlined bold
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