Your Name: Lorelei Your Journal: plaid_boots Your Email: Rosescentedembrace@gmail.com Your AIM: (optional) Howmuchineedyou
Character:
Character's Name: Howl Jenkins Pendragon Character's Fandom: (if an original universe based OC, put 'OC' here) Howls Moving Castle Character's Home Universe:(Please either describe a bit of your character's universe or link to a wiki that does so) Modern day London/ A magical realm akin to 1900 england. His country's prince has been 'kidnapped' and it is at war with a neighboring country. He lives in his castle in wastes of the country, trying his hardest to stay away from people, and the conflict as he can. Method of Arrival on Station: (see the FAQ for a list of options) Physical Appearance: http://fc10.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/229/8/8/_Howl__s_Moving_Castle__by_Zaphk.jpg Personality: Howl is a complex person, and know for drastic mood swings. To most he is a calm, collected, charismatic 'Wizard'. It's said he finds beautiful young women and 'eats their hearts', as every woman that falls in love with his charm and good looks, ends up heart broken and abandoned. In reality he longs for love, more than anything, but knows he cannot have it. Howl lives behind layers and layers of lies, so deep it sometimes seems he too forgets the truth. Howl is prone to throwing silent tantrums when he dose not get his way, but when he dose he's pleasant and mild. When he cares for someone he cares deeply and purely, but can never make the commitment. This, like most things, frighten Howl. Charismatic as he is, hes a coward, and would sooner run away then face problems. Abilities and Skills: Howl is little more than a mundane human, but he learned great magic from his mentor, able to create potions, and simple spells. Mostly for protection, deception, or illusion. He can change his body into that of a deadly raven, but if he changes to much, to often, he will be stuck that way forever, caught in the darkness of his own heart, or in this case, lack there of. He is also bound to a fire demon named Calcifer. I think having your very own fire demon counts as a skill. He's a rather persnickety demon, but now and again, he can loan his great power to fuel Howl's Magic. Sample: First Person Sample: Her chest rises and falls, as she sleeps beside me. A Pretty young merchants daughter, with dark curls, and curves aplenty. She had a sweet temperament, and pleasant smile. I like her. I wish I could love her. Look at her laying there in the moonlight, pristine, flawless. Like every girl before her, like everyone after. Their all perfect... and none of them... can be mine for more than a moment. So, perhaps I shall have her for one more moment.
Third Person Sample: Howl was fastening his earring as he came down the stairs into what had become a 'sitting room'. On one side was all of calcifer's fireplace that kept the castle moving, The rest of the room was over run with what ever Howl had been working on last, everything haphazardly packed. Like every morning Howl came down, said good morning to Calcifer, and then settled in to toy with one potion or another. Only today was different. Today was Market day for him, and not any market, but, London. He had spent his life using herbs to change the color of his hair, to paint his skin, to make it glow with health. Commissioned lavish clothes and jewelry, to dazzle those around him by his very appearance. Always saying 'use my potions and you'll be this perfect too'. Today he would look at these foolish people, and sell them lies. And, oh, how they bought them, every single time.
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Your Name: Lorelei
Your Journal: plaid_boots
Your Email: Rosescentedembrace@gmail.com
Your AIM: (optional) Howmuchineedyou
Character:
Character's Name: Howl Jenkins Pendragon
Character's Fandom: (if an original universe based OC, put 'OC' here) Howls Moving Castle
Character's Home Universe:(Please either describe a bit of your character's universe or link to a wiki that does so) Modern day London/ A magical realm akin to 1900 england. His country's prince has been 'kidnapped' and it is at war with a neighboring country. He lives in his castle in wastes of the country, trying his hardest to stay away from people, and the conflict as he can.
Method of Arrival on Station: (see the FAQ for a list of options)
Physical Appearance: http://fc10.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/229/8/8/_Howl__s_Moving_Castle__by_Zaphk.jpg
Personality: Howl is a complex person, and know for drastic mood swings. To most he is a calm, collected, charismatic 'Wizard'. It's said he finds beautiful young women and 'eats their hearts', as every woman that falls in love with his charm and good looks, ends up heart broken and abandoned. In reality he longs for love, more than anything, but knows he cannot have it.
Howl lives behind layers and layers of lies, so deep it sometimes seems he too forgets the truth. Howl is prone to throwing silent tantrums when he dose not get his way, but when he dose he's pleasant and mild. When he cares for someone he cares deeply and purely, but can never make the commitment.
This, like most things, frighten Howl. Charismatic as he is, hes a coward, and would sooner run away then face problems.
Abilities and Skills: Howl is little more than a mundane human, but he learned great magic from his mentor, able to create potions, and simple spells. Mostly for protection, deception, or illusion. He can change his body into that of a deadly raven, but if he changes to much, to often, he will be stuck that way forever, caught in the darkness of his own heart, or in this case, lack there of. He is also bound to a fire demon named Calcifer. I think having your very own fire demon counts as a skill. He's a rather persnickety demon, but now and again, he can loan his great power to fuel Howl's Magic.
Sample: First Person Sample:
Her chest rises and falls, as she sleeps beside me. A Pretty young merchants daughter, with dark curls, and curves aplenty. She had a sweet temperament, and pleasant smile. I like her.
I wish I could love her.
Look at her laying there in the moonlight, pristine, flawless. Like every girl before her, like everyone after. Their all perfect... and none of them... can be mine for more than a moment.
So, perhaps I shall have her for one more moment.
Third Person Sample:
Howl was fastening his earring as he came down the stairs into what had become a 'sitting room'. On one side was all of calcifer's fireplace that kept the castle moving, The rest of the room was over run with what ever Howl had been working on last, everything haphazardly packed.
Like every morning Howl came down, said good morning to Calcifer, and then settled in to toy with one potion or another.
Only today was different.
Today was Market day for him, and not any market, but, London.
He had spent his life using herbs to change the color of his hair, to paint his skin, to make it glow with health. Commissioned lavish clothes and jewelry, to dazzle those around him by his very appearance. Always saying 'use my potions and you'll be this perfect too'.
Today he would look at these foolish people, and sell them lies.
And, oh, how they bought them, every single time.