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Description
Date: 2/10/18
>> Modified: [Date: 3/03/18] Art updated!
I D E N T I T Y
Full Name: Bastien
Meaning: Greek, meaning “Revered.”
Pronunciation: BASS-tyen
Nickname/Alias: Bast, “steward,” “page boy,” “attendant.”
Rank: Squire
Patron God: ???
Race: Orrosta
Descendant Line: Sukkolf
Voice: Howl from Howl's Moving Castle
Theme Song: Carry Your Throne by Jon Bellion
A P P E A R A N C E
Age: 2 years old
Sex: Unaltered Male
Coat Color: Red with Black Agouti and Sable
Eye Color: Golden
Weight & Height: 170 lb, 32”
Type of Build: Tall and Lanky
Smell: Sweet wood and blackberries
Physical Handicaps/Disabilities: N/A
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bastien was raised as a servant wolf to the royal families. His parents never planned anything more for him, and did not push him to try to better himself than just a Squire. Because of this, he has really no aspirations in his life. All he knows is to serve those that are above him. He is calm, quiet, and listens to what he is told. He is very hard on himself, and often when he is alone with his thoughts, he thinks about how worthless he is. He feels any wolf could easily replace him. However, this does not stop him in his work. He is not a violent canine, nor has he ever had anger problems. In fact, he is submissive to a fault it seems. He cares more about what others think about him than what he thinks about himself, so he does his best to please. He remains dutiful and polite, not trying to stir any pot or cause any waves. Deep down, though, he wants to be more to the world. He wants to leave a legacy. But he is unsure of how to begin, and he is sure that any sparks he makes to start a fire will be stomped out by the first wolf to see the lit tinder.
Nature: Pacifist
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
+ Traits: Soft-Spoken, Even-tempered, Cooperative, Respectful.
- Traits: Guarded, Insecure, Submissive, Jealous, Conventional.
Developing Traits: Passive, Directionless.
Pet Peeves: Unkempt surroundings or wolves. Destructive or objectful wolves. Those who scrimp on details.
Mental Illness: N/A
B A C K G R O U N D
The First King had many Orrosta slaves, including Bastien’s parents from the Savage Region. Before he was even a sparkle in his parents eyes, they were forced into labor for the royal family. They only had each other in this work, and were looked down upon by the other wolves that surrounded them. They fell in love, because they had no one else. The only reason that the higher ranking wolves allowed these two to whelp was to supply more servants. The female gave birth to a litter of five, of which all pups were scrutinized. They picked the best pup from the bunch and threw the others into the river. Bastien was the only survivor. He was raised as a servant slave in Southern Point. Often his parents would question why they bothered to have a litter. They would make him question why he existed when he was young. They quickly fell out of love after this trauma, and the situation had gotten even worse when his father rebelled. He snapped at the wrong wolf, he was put to death for his crime of disrespect to a higher rank. Bastien was never close with his father, but his death affected him in a different way: he was pushed to keep quiet, lest his fate be the same… But adult wolves suffered more than a trip to the river like newly born whelps. His mother suffered a different fate. Bastien believed that she died from a broken heart. She proved to lose her worth to the royal family, slowly losing her work loads… It wasn’t long after that she was found dead in her sleep. Bastien carried on their sad legacy in his heart, but for now he remains passive and rather unsure of where he can go with his life. He can only ensure his own survival by working diligently and keeping his mouth shut.
Mother: Rhea - deceased.
Father: Vale - deceased.
Siblings: 4 unnamed whelps - deceased.
R O L E P L A Y
E X A M P L E
She was gone. Rhea was found dead, where she slept when the cold nights grew dark. He was the one who had found her. Bastien, her one and only son, saw her in the moonlight. She only looked peaceful to him, with the silvery glow on her warm-toned fur. Her chin was resting over her paws and she looked elegant, even in her age. But once he found her breath was not coming, and her chest was not rising or falling, he knew. He watched her as if she was in a painting: everything was still, surreal, and somehow bittersweet. He only wished he could have given her more than what she had. Particles floated through the air around them, but other than that, all was motionless. Bastien realized his breath was lost. He was forced to suck in a deep inhale, and this gasp disturbed the peace. He caught his breath and he leaned his ears, pressing them against his skull. “Mother…” He couldn’t help but utter. His tongue ran over his maw as he stepped forward to approach her. He nosed her fur, which was soft, but cold to the touch. He breathed in her scent, reminding him of snowfall and cinnamon. His heart sunk deep within his chest. “I wish I could’ve been better for you.” He told her, though he knew she was not there to listen. Maybe her soul was. He rested his head gently into the fur on her neck, not having the energy quite yet to tell someone of her body. His mind seemed to race, even in the tranquil silence around him. Could he have done better? Could he still do better? Was he going to end up the same as her? An overworked, tired, lonely slave?
A V A I L A B I L I T Y
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Hours Available: Anytime, really
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