Post by Poe on Mar 29, 2008 22:10:10 GMT -5
Name:
Bryce Sanders
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Clique:
Gypsy
Clique Status:
Guardian of the Gates.
Guardian of the Realms.
Angel to the Entrance to the Second World.
Picture:
The eyes that see; the mind that knows.
Play by:
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Appearance:
One would think with the dark skin and hair that the boy would have dark eyes as well. However, thanks to his mothers bright eyes, Bryce too has bright blue eyes that remind many people of a blue morning sky in early spring. His eyes do not only seem like they can see into your soul... They can. His blue eyes, inherited from his mother, can see straight into your soul and decide exactly why you are there. If you deserve to be. And whether you are good. Or bad. He sees it all through those gorgeous half closed blue eyes...
His dark hair and skin are both inherited from his father. The dark hair is unruly and often spiked on the top from sleeping funny. Short on the sides and long on the top. His lashes are thick and full- the kind of lashes that most girls wish that they had, and his eyebrows, set rather low over his eyes, are not entirely thin nor are they thick, but are made of the same dark brown, nearly black, color of his hair.
His bronzed skin is toned with muscles at his height of 6'4" that ripple under the nearly iridescent skin. Alright, so maybe that's an exaggeration... Far from flawless his skin is marred with scars, some large and some small. Though his skin does seem to glow, let that be with the magic that runs through his veins or maybe just the glistening sweat on his skin?
In one ear is a golden hoop, that just barely passes below his earlobe. And at his side hands a sword that could only have been created in Fantasia, for the beautiful, intricate designs of feys, dwarves, and other creatures and flowers could only have been seen from this amazing world. The hilt is shaped like a cross of leaves with small rubies and other precious stones set into the gold and silver. If you are unlucky enough to see the blade it is as clear as glass, but as hard as a diamond, and sharp enough to cut through human bones...
Bryce has an easy smile that is set into full, plump lips. Behind them is a row of white teeth, not exactly straight, and not exactly crooked. His tongue isn't as sharp as his friend's... Cicily, but it's quick like a snakes and picks its words carefully. It's words that are thick with some accent... Some, Irish, accent.
Some say he is dressed by faeries every dawn because the leathers are of vibrant colors and the white or motley colored shirts of the softest silks. His sword hands either at his side, supported by a thick belt, or strapped across his back. You'll most often find him barefoot, but on occasion you'll find him in boots that are oiled until they shine even in the dull moonlight.
Apart from the earring, he wears no jewelry and has no tattoo like markings on his body. You'll either find him at the entrance to the Cave of Tears or around a campfire at the gypsy camp, telling stories about a world that he's probably never really seen to children that gather ta his feet to hear him tell it. His hands move with his words, animating the story all the more.
Bryce is very nearly a favorite among the gypsy people, and it isn't only the gypsy girls that swoon over him- or so he'd like to believe that anyone swoons over him.
Personality:
Perhaps, if he went to school, he'd be placed under the brains... Or, what's the one that desperately wants into the realms? The Elite, do they call it?
Bryce has always dreamed about being... normal, but Cicily and Ara constantly reassure him that it is absolutely nothing special. So he stays by his cave, telling everyone to stay away.
Literally.
Stay away.
He isn't the big badass guy that everyone thinks he is though! Oh no, he can be such a big softy.
There is always laughter and humor in his life. If there wasn't, he says that there would be no point. "One has to see the good in order to see the bad." He seems to take on many meanings for this, and with good intentions. If he only saw bad in people no one would experience the joys that lie just beyond the door that must be conjured.
Because of this Bryce finds humor in many things, and laughs at things others don't normally find funny. "Look at it from a different angle" he'll say, most often no one else laughs. Well, Cicily occasionally. But, not to name any names (Ara) says that she doesn't count.
Passion and desire burn through his veins like fire. Passion for who he is, for those he loves, and for what he does. Desire to see things he's never seen, to please, and to protect. When it comes to love, he is dedicated to that one lady, hardly ever growing tired of her- and who would? He certainly isn't one of the lovestruck. Oh no, he cares for those that he is close to, he doesn't need to be tamed.
Bryce has never loved anyone outside of his family, unless you count the brotherly sisterly love for the children that run and live in the camp, and his hunting dog who can track anything with hardly any scent to work off of.
No, don't think this friendly man can't get mad. It doesn't take much to make him stop laughing; you don't want that. He can be aggressive. He can be mean. And don't get me wrong, he can be tough. He'll do his job, and he'll do it right. So if you won't back off with the first warning, be prepared to get beaten down. And if you pose a threat... you might not be walking away. He's never harmed anyone that doesn't deserve it, and delivers punishments... fairly.
In other words, that sword isn't just for decoration.
History:
The gate, the door, the... passage way to the realms has been guarded for centuries by the same family. The role, and blade passed down from generation to generation. Falling into the hands of the eldest child, let that be boy or girl. The position is passed down at the age of sixteen, and have been prepared for it their whole lives. However, if the father or mother is hurt or unable to protect the gates for some other reason then it is passed onto them at a younger age.
As the guardian, one must promise to protect the realms, those that belong and govern them, and must promise to destroy all evil that tries to enter or tries to leave.
Some evil cannot be stopped, as it was born within the world and has grown. There is always evil in the world, where ever you look, you'll find it. But the spirits that try and escape and try to enter can, and should, be stopped.
The sword is passed down every generation, but is only required for use if there are ladies of Fantasia and Florence Academy for the Young. If there are not, then the sword is passed to the next generation for safe keeping. The giving of the sword, the handing down of the legend and role continues even if there is no reason to. Until the day that those with the power, the magic, and the will to govern Fantasia return.
The guardians know this by the scent in the air, the sudden, swift change in the wind, and the dream they have, warning them of what danger might come about.
If there is no family to pass the sword onto, no child then it goes to the eldest niece or nephew. If there is still no child then a dream will be sent to the guardian, telling them who to give the sword to.
The sword was passed down to Bryce Sanders by his mother who had lived in peace without having to turn to the life of the guard as her mother and father before that had. Now, her son turning eighteen and complaining of dreams that haunted his mind and sleep she turned the sword over to him that he had been trained to use; had been born to use.
He met the two 'women' at their tender age of eleven. He learned their names as Cicily and Ara, and quickly grew to like them, despite the fact that he was six years older and much more mature than them. He remembers the night vividly. How it was still warm, despite the moon high in the air. There was no wind. No noise. Except for the crack of branches under foot as the two girls made their way toward the Cave of Sighs. He'd scared them out of their wits, questioning them until their salvation- his mother- came to their aid.
"Let the ladies by. They mean no harm."
She hadn't sounded angry at the moment, and as soon as the two shaking girls entered the realms she looked at her son with patience wearing thin. "You must learn to open your eyes, Bryce," she spoke softly, "you must open your inner eye and learn what is good and what is evil without questioning."
From that moment on Bryce stuck to her words.
Bryce, like other gypsy children was taught not only to be free and fear the English government, but to pick-pocket, steal, and make a living off the rich. His role is still just as active in the gypsy camps as it is by the gate to the realms. It has been four long years since the two girls came along, and he fears what sort of evil may be lurking behind those beautiful doors now.
His mother was still young when the sword was passed down to him, and when he turned twenty- after leaving Spence's ground for the summer, there was a raid that resulted in the death of many, rape of some, and many goods stolen. His mother had been struck before his eyes, raped, and then dragged off toward the carriage that was holding those that probably wouldn't live through the night.
The police that had done the raid depleted the group and drove off as though nothing was done. The last he saw of his mother was her hand outstretched through the iron bars of the carriage, pleading with her son to return to the gate and watch after them. Her last words, spoken in Romanian, were that she loved him dearly.
He never saw his mother again, but did as she asked and returned to the gate.
Already feeling old he's looking for a wife. He still stands by the mouth of the cave, looking much like a stone statue of a bronze angle, sword in hand, guarding the entrance to hell.
Little do they know, he's only guarding the entrance to Eden.
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Anything you'd like to add?
Well, we do need to have Bryce-y boy fall in love and have kids. It would make a great plot twist with the school.
I'll send a PM out about it later. (:
Bryce Sanders
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Clique:
Gypsy
Clique Status:
Guardian of the Gates.
Guardian of the Realms.
Angel to the Entrance to the Second World.
Picture:
The eyes that see; the mind that knows.
Play by:
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Appearance:
One would think with the dark skin and hair that the boy would have dark eyes as well. However, thanks to his mothers bright eyes, Bryce too has bright blue eyes that remind many people of a blue morning sky in early spring. His eyes do not only seem like they can see into your soul... They can. His blue eyes, inherited from his mother, can see straight into your soul and decide exactly why you are there. If you deserve to be. And whether you are good. Or bad. He sees it all through those gorgeous half closed blue eyes...
His dark hair and skin are both inherited from his father. The dark hair is unruly and often spiked on the top from sleeping funny. Short on the sides and long on the top. His lashes are thick and full- the kind of lashes that most girls wish that they had, and his eyebrows, set rather low over his eyes, are not entirely thin nor are they thick, but are made of the same dark brown, nearly black, color of his hair.
His bronzed skin is toned with muscles at his height of 6'4" that ripple under the nearly iridescent skin. Alright, so maybe that's an exaggeration... Far from flawless his skin is marred with scars, some large and some small. Though his skin does seem to glow, let that be with the magic that runs through his veins or maybe just the glistening sweat on his skin?
In one ear is a golden hoop, that just barely passes below his earlobe. And at his side hands a sword that could only have been created in Fantasia, for the beautiful, intricate designs of feys, dwarves, and other creatures and flowers could only have been seen from this amazing world. The hilt is shaped like a cross of leaves with small rubies and other precious stones set into the gold and silver. If you are unlucky enough to see the blade it is as clear as glass, but as hard as a diamond, and sharp enough to cut through human bones...
Bryce has an easy smile that is set into full, plump lips. Behind them is a row of white teeth, not exactly straight, and not exactly crooked. His tongue isn't as sharp as his friend's... Cicily, but it's quick like a snakes and picks its words carefully. It's words that are thick with some accent... Some, Irish, accent.
Some say he is dressed by faeries every dawn because the leathers are of vibrant colors and the white or motley colored shirts of the softest silks. His sword hands either at his side, supported by a thick belt, or strapped across his back. You'll most often find him barefoot, but on occasion you'll find him in boots that are oiled until they shine even in the dull moonlight.
Apart from the earring, he wears no jewelry and has no tattoo like markings on his body. You'll either find him at the entrance to the Cave of Tears or around a campfire at the gypsy camp, telling stories about a world that he's probably never really seen to children that gather ta his feet to hear him tell it. His hands move with his words, animating the story all the more.
Bryce is very nearly a favorite among the gypsy people, and it isn't only the gypsy girls that swoon over him- or so he'd like to believe that anyone swoons over him.
Personality:
Perhaps, if he went to school, he'd be placed under the brains... Or, what's the one that desperately wants into the realms? The Elite, do they call it?
Bryce has always dreamed about being... normal, but Cicily and Ara constantly reassure him that it is absolutely nothing special. So he stays by his cave, telling everyone to stay away.
Literally.
Stay away.
He isn't the big badass guy that everyone thinks he is though! Oh no, he can be such a big softy.
There is always laughter and humor in his life. If there wasn't, he says that there would be no point. "One has to see the good in order to see the bad." He seems to take on many meanings for this, and with good intentions. If he only saw bad in people no one would experience the joys that lie just beyond the door that must be conjured.
Because of this Bryce finds humor in many things, and laughs at things others don't normally find funny. "Look at it from a different angle" he'll say, most often no one else laughs. Well, Cicily occasionally. But, not to name any names (Ara) says that she doesn't count.
Passion and desire burn through his veins like fire. Passion for who he is, for those he loves, and for what he does. Desire to see things he's never seen, to please, and to protect. When it comes to love, he is dedicated to that one lady, hardly ever growing tired of her- and who would? He certainly isn't one of the lovestruck. Oh no, he cares for those that he is close to, he doesn't need to be tamed.
Bryce has never loved anyone outside of his family, unless you count the brotherly sisterly love for the children that run and live in the camp, and his hunting dog who can track anything with hardly any scent to work off of.
No, don't think this friendly man can't get mad. It doesn't take much to make him stop laughing; you don't want that. He can be aggressive. He can be mean. And don't get me wrong, he can be tough. He'll do his job, and he'll do it right. So if you won't back off with the first warning, be prepared to get beaten down. And if you pose a threat... you might not be walking away. He's never harmed anyone that doesn't deserve it, and delivers punishments... fairly.
In other words, that sword isn't just for decoration.
History:
The gate, the door, the... passage way to the realms has been guarded for centuries by the same family. The role, and blade passed down from generation to generation. Falling into the hands of the eldest child, let that be boy or girl. The position is passed down at the age of sixteen, and have been prepared for it their whole lives. However, if the father or mother is hurt or unable to protect the gates for some other reason then it is passed onto them at a younger age.
As the guardian, one must promise to protect the realms, those that belong and govern them, and must promise to destroy all evil that tries to enter or tries to leave.
Some evil cannot be stopped, as it was born within the world and has grown. There is always evil in the world, where ever you look, you'll find it. But the spirits that try and escape and try to enter can, and should, be stopped.
The sword is passed down every generation, but is only required for use if there are ladies of Fantasia and Florence Academy for the Young. If there are not, then the sword is passed to the next generation for safe keeping. The giving of the sword, the handing down of the legend and role continues even if there is no reason to. Until the day that those with the power, the magic, and the will to govern Fantasia return.
The guardians know this by the scent in the air, the sudden, swift change in the wind, and the dream they have, warning them of what danger might come about.
If there is no family to pass the sword onto, no child then it goes to the eldest niece or nephew. If there is still no child then a dream will be sent to the guardian, telling them who to give the sword to.
The sword was passed down to Bryce Sanders by his mother who had lived in peace without having to turn to the life of the guard as her mother and father before that had. Now, her son turning eighteen and complaining of dreams that haunted his mind and sleep she turned the sword over to him that he had been trained to use; had been born to use.
He met the two 'women' at their tender age of eleven. He learned their names as Cicily and Ara, and quickly grew to like them, despite the fact that he was six years older and much more mature than them. He remembers the night vividly. How it was still warm, despite the moon high in the air. There was no wind. No noise. Except for the crack of branches under foot as the two girls made their way toward the Cave of Sighs. He'd scared them out of their wits, questioning them until their salvation- his mother- came to their aid.
"Let the ladies by. They mean no harm."
She hadn't sounded angry at the moment, and as soon as the two shaking girls entered the realms she looked at her son with patience wearing thin. "You must learn to open your eyes, Bryce," she spoke softly, "you must open your inner eye and learn what is good and what is evil without questioning."
From that moment on Bryce stuck to her words.
Bryce, like other gypsy children was taught not only to be free and fear the English government, but to pick-pocket, steal, and make a living off the rich. His role is still just as active in the gypsy camps as it is by the gate to the realms. It has been four long years since the two girls came along, and he fears what sort of evil may be lurking behind those beautiful doors now.
His mother was still young when the sword was passed down to him, and when he turned twenty- after leaving Spence's ground for the summer, there was a raid that resulted in the death of many, rape of some, and many goods stolen. His mother had been struck before his eyes, raped, and then dragged off toward the carriage that was holding those that probably wouldn't live through the night.
The police that had done the raid depleted the group and drove off as though nothing was done. The last he saw of his mother was her hand outstretched through the iron bars of the carriage, pleading with her son to return to the gate and watch after them. Her last words, spoken in Romanian, were that she loved him dearly.
He never saw his mother again, but did as she asked and returned to the gate.
Already feeling old he's looking for a wife. He still stands by the mouth of the cave, looking much like a stone statue of a bronze angle, sword in hand, guarding the entrance to hell.
Little do they know, he's only guarding the entrance to Eden.
Fears:
- That there will be an unstoppable evil that leaks from that world to this one, or from this world to that one, planning on destroying everything within its path.
- Never seeing the world that he is protecting and risking his life for.
- Putting his trust in the wrong person.
- His own evils getting the better of him.
- Harming the wrong person, or letting his temper get the better of him.
Likes:
- The adrenaline that runs through his veins during a fight.
- His 'Second Sight.'
- The idea that he guards Fantasia, and the importance of his position in guarding it and the women who govern it.
- Knowledge and books.
- Women.
- Mother Sophie, for her stories.
- Talking with Cicily and her 'clan'.
Dislikes:
- That he does not see Fantasia though he does protect it.
- The evil that lurks around the corners.
- Rude, arrogant people.
- The English Government.
- Those that took his mother.
Dreams:
- Seeing Fantasia
- Marrying and having a child with the love of his life.
- Seeing evil gone from the world, some day.
Anything you'd like to add?
Well, we do need to have Bryce-y boy fall in love and have kids. It would make a great plot twist with the school.
I'll send a PM out about it later. (:
