Profile of Thorne: Quick Facts
Thorne
Played By: Dee
Basic Info
Full Name: Hawthorne Vincent L'amour
Subspecies: Great Plains x Mackenzie Valley
Sex: Male
Age: 2 (December 2011)
Birthplace: Unknown
At a Glance
<div align="justify" style="padding: 15px; line-height: 9pt; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8pt;">Tall and slender, his body made agile and swift. His coat is devoid of color, with subtle brushes of whiskey in the under coat and against his muzzle. The eyes are similar, dull like wintry dawn. </div>
Profile of Thorne: Details
Appearance
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Playfair+Display:400,400italic' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2pt; line-height:11pt; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 10px 50px 10px 50px; color: black; text-align: justify;"><i>a brumous stare</i> — dull and deep, a wintry tide and briny haze. their iridescence a far-reaching tribute to the froth of celtic coasts. an embrace: a sweeping, and grandiose testament to the current. impoverished and dreary in their lack of vivacity. framed by his father's animate brow and his mother's toothsome, smiling lips. but, never one or the other, he is a carefully concocted brew of each. if she were the ocean, his father was the beaten stone on a forgotten shore. if they were a still, and placid lake at early dawn, thorne is the vapor birthed by the joining of their lips, rolling to greet the shore. made by their conciliate, wedded hearts. his is a face made to love, to be adored. he is a slight return. he does not speak to the magnanimous leviathans of past days. his is not imposing, and of intimidating stature. it is certain, he is a large creature: more tall than robust. so easily undone, in his slenderness. the hips, the shoulders: from loin to lip, something unblemished by brawn and natural bravado. <p>while, not exactly lacking in angles, and sharpness. the flesh there is lain with some generosity. even the fleece stitched there into flesh is uncomplicated, guided by his father's aberrant lack of hue. he was a man forged of gunmetal, and smoke. he is no different. though, the monochromatic weave of his coat is stricken. the color of passion paled, much like the withered petals of neglected blooms. brushed by a sun-kissed ginger against the snout and each limb. beneath the spread of his beclouded raiment lies aged white. the ivory darkens and blends, and there too, whisky-soaked titian can be found. they are masked, hidden beneath the shiftless sway of grays and blacks. his mother's ochre paint thoughtlessly created by a divine hand; each detail gone unplanned. a king, in his rags. fur whispering it's adulation for the sea; brine carried in the plushness of an ermine coat. the breath cool, and tasting of saline kisses. he is definite: carried with great confidence. swift, like a ship beneath full sail.</div>
Personality
<div style="font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2pt; line-height:11pt; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 10px 50px 10px 50px; color: black; text-align: justify;">the heart and the soul — still waters running deep. self-effacing; unspoken confidence. the backbone, the support system.
irenic, though bound to the same instincts as others. reactive to, and aware of those who push, who shove. there is always a point where the levee breaks. confident, but not overbearing or demanding. it's asked, requested under practiced etiquette.
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connected ; interested in kith and kin. adores his family, optimistic. his folly is in believing the best of them all. not sweetly, never too saccharine and pulled into physical closeness. his is one that is by mind, and soul. loyal to a fault, willing to sacrifice self and moral for the sake of his blood relations. will always turn a blind eye to the folly of his kin. a peacekeeper.
<p>
naturally altruistic, and undeniably forthright. he is kind his truthfulness. he does not hide any fact. but should the time come a hard truth needs to be said, it is done so with a great measure of heart and care. forgiving, and tolerant. destined to be long-suffering, but accepting. romantic at his very core, unshakable and rather delicate sensibilities. he is a gentleman.<p>

his mother's son.</div>
Biography
<div style="font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2pt; line-height:11pt; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 10px 50px 10px 50px; color: black; text-align: justify;">once star-crossed lovers had come to a full bloom: a gift from their gods. the fruit of this union were named narcissus exley, anemone delphine, and hawthorne vincent: two boys, and a girl. named after earth's bounty, and those in their family lost to history.
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from the very beginning (<i>and until the very end</i>) the three echoed one another in appearance, except for the most minute detail—their eyes. they had been identical in their hue, there is a difference in their contrast; narcissus’s eyes are the richest, the darkest; anemone’s are bright, iridescent; and hawthorne, the youngest of the three, has eyes that are dull, yet soft. the three could be no more different than one another than night and day. anemone, the bite and the bark; narcissus, the grit and the nerve; hawthorne <i>the heart and the soul</i>.<p>

but, if there was one thing for certain, it was that there had been no bond such as their own. for they were inseparable adventurers in their youth, ambitious adversaries! and ultimately, together they could conquer; there could not be one without the other, for they <i>were</i> whole, together. the heartbeat and the air that they breathe and the mind. they had been clairvoyant to one another.
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they had been three, and they <i>had been one</i>.
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hawthorne had grown ill of this collective identity. he'd grown unsure of his place in the world. and without pause, one day he'd simply ventured off. and he found, as the hours passed and he'd kept walking, there was little impulse to turn around and <i>go home</i>. </div>
Relations
<center><div align="center" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: 6.5pt; letter-spacing: 0.2pt; line-height:11pt; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; color: #000;"><p>&nbsp;<p><i style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif; line-height: 18pt;">heston l'amour & wisteria ruin<br></i>
<i style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif;"><a href="http://wolf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=420">narcissus</a>, <a href="http://wolf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=419">anemone</a> and hawthorne<br></i>
and also, <i>ivoire, crier, lune and viole</i></div></center>
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