Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:16:33 GMT -5
Troubled Artisan[/center]
{BASICS}
::"Portraits hung in empty halls"
- Birth Name :: Vincent
- Given name :: Othniel
- Pronunciation :: Oth-nee-el
- Meaning :: God's strength, God's lion
- Nick Names :: Niel
- Aliases :: Vincent, Niel, Cub
- Age :: Unborn
- Gender :: Male
- Species :: Cave lion x American lion
- Height :: 4'6"
- Weight :: 750 lbs
- Font :: Brush Script Std
{FAMILY}
::"For they could not love you"
- Mate :: None
- Sexuality :: Heterosexual
- Past Mates :: None
- Other :: None
- Offspring :: None
- Father :: TBA
- Mother :: Erosion
- Siblings :: Théo
- Grandfather :: Sagras, ?
- Grandmother :: Furaha, ?
{ALLEGIANCES}
::"You took your life as lovers often do"
- Pack/Pride :: Aryion
- Rank :: Cugine
- Past Packs/Prides :: Loner
- Past Ranks :: None
- Current Location :: Aryion
- Friends :: None at present (still in the foetal stage). Even in adult hood, there are few.
- Enemies :: None
- Allies :: Formula
- Acquaintances :: A select few
- Other :: None
{PHYSICAL}
::"In colours on the snowy linen land"
- Main Color :: Tan
- Secondary Color :: Radiant orange
- Marking Color :: Ivory white
- Hair Color:: Olive/Maroon
- Eye Color :: Amarillo
- Build :: Slender and finely muscled
- Fur Texture :: Brisk and sharp-edged
- Scars :: None yet
- Diseases/Disorders :: Though not possessing any noticable signs of mental trauma, as he ages Othniel slinks into a deep depression; he lives in a constant paranoia, thinking that nothing he achieves is good enough.
- Summary :: Othneil's dimensions reflect a lion who's porportions veer towards the category of lanky rather than muscular. Not immensely toned or physically strong, his forte being his lithe limbs and slender frame which, coupled with a large chest and relatively thin barrell, permit's Othniel's characteristically free movement. This allows him to run at high speeds, as well as take in a large quantity of oxygen through flared maroon nostrils, fueling his sprint further. This earned him a reputation as both an avid and accomplished huntsman. His mane, a shade of manogany brown, runs like rippling tides down his tan back, his torrents of muddy-coloured hair curling occasionally at the tips to give him a distinctive appeal. His mane is thick, almost layered and coarse in texture. His eyes are a brilliant shade of amarillo yellow, orbs as radiant as the sun itself, a similarly tan pelt adhorning the most part of his body. Across the center of his face, stretching from the tip of his nose into his hairline runs an orange strip accompanied by contrasting white patches placed symetrically across either side of his muzzle. His ears, peaking only minimallly over a full mane, are tipped with the same hue of orange. Through his mane and along his tan back the orange strip continues, widening as it nears his mane and thining as it enroaches further down his spine (somewhat resembling a teardrop or pool of water). Bands of this same shade are present on Vincent's knees, acting as a definition between the tan of his body and the white of his digits and paws. His tail is tipped with mahogany brown.
{MENTAL}
::"With eyes that know the darkness in my soul"
- Likes :: Othneil finds comfort in his art, Feeling as if he is understood (something he has not yet accomplished), His sanity
- Dislikes :: Himself (at times), The difficulties he faces in life
- Values :: His brother Theo, his art
- Postive Traits :: Vincent, though concerned by how he envisions the world, can be aimable to those he holds dear. Some regard his example as inspirational, others look upon him with distain.
- Negative Traits :: Nothing is ever good enough for Vincent; he eventually becomes so obsessed with perfection (yet is unable to achieve it) that it rules his entire life. He will not be satisfyed within himself with his skills, even if they for superceed those of others. He is prone to voilent outbursts in his later years as his depression increases, resulting in the loss of his right ear in a bout of insanity and rage.
- Personality Type :: Depressive
- Phobias :: Not being good enough, Not having worth in the world
- Disorders :: Though subtle at first, Othniel's depression slowly escalates as he ages, becoming ever more reclusive and seeing point only in his skills as an artisan. The world becomes a meek, unwelcoming place, having been shunned by so many. His heightening depression eventually leads to his own demise.
- Habits :: Falling in and out of sanity
- Summary :: As a cub, he is fairly oblivious to the outside world. An emotional, unconfident child, Vincent knows nothing but his mothers incessant critism and persistant whining; she continually accusses him as the source of her misfortunes and thus grows as a youngster to believe it. Erosion engrains these thoughts so deeply into his mind that Vincent begins to believe her claims, thus commencing a tragic tendency that would plague him throughout his life; the feeling that he is not good enough. Her persistant reprovals mean that Vincent slowly sinks into a state of sadness, though not nessessarily depression. He begins conjuring up small ways to impress his mother, spending evenings picking flowers for her or presenting gifts as a sort of restitution for his failure to live up to her expectations. However, his mother shunned his offerings, leaving the cub more disheartened. However, Vincent did discover that he possessed a great ability to manipulate objects (I.e. flowers) to form images of other objects or animals, inspiring him with confidence a little. Vincent used his art as a means of expressing himself, as well as distancing himself futher from reality. One of his main goals was to give happiness by creating beauty. However, he remained heavily reliant upon others to assure him of his worth, lacking both self esteem and pride in his works. He could never convince himself that they were good enough. As he ages and life inflicts more hardships on the lion, Vincent feels increasingly depressed, barely retaining his sanity. He fluctuates between moods easily, and during his states of depression can be prone to voilent outbursts, one of which led to a portion of his right ear being shredded in an attack with a hyena. He becomes distant, barely speaking to anyone but a select few and seeking refuge in his work. Vincent (due mostly to his lack of regard for himself) finds it hard to cope with bad situations, when life gets tough prefering rather to escape the situation than to face it. He's constantly anxious and will disregard others compliments should he feel that he has not deserved them. In the last part of his life, Vincent feels that he is of no use to the world, and that it would be beneficial for everyone if he were not around any longer.
{EXTRA}
::"But I could've told you, Vincent"
- Theme Song :: Starry, starry night - Don McLean
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM
[li]Voice :: Vincent's voice is very rough and harsh, lacking refinement or eloquance. Though proper in pronounciation, Vincent tends fall into the categopry of "lower class" where first impressions are concerned.
[/li][li]Reference Sheet ::[/li][/ul]
{HISTORY}
::"Shadows on the hills"
None yet (unborn)
{RELATIONSHIPS}
::"With eyes that watch the world and can't forget"
Key
Love
Crush
Interest
Like
Family
Respect
Best Friend
Friend
Acquaintence
Just Met
Trust
Partner
Tolerate
Subordinate
Ignore
Fear
Annoyed
Dislike
Hate
Enemy
Erosion: Mother, why could you not love me like I loved you? I tried so hard to please you, yet you were still not pleased. I tried so hard, I spent hours labouring in the fields picking you those sunflowers...
{ARTWORK}
::"Paint you palete blue and grey"
By Me ::
Vincent Chibi
Vincent Headshot Sketch
On Templates ::
Vincent by Retrogradenova
Comissioned :: None
Fanart :: None
{CREDIT}
::"Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow"
- Profile Outline © Sharpie
- Character Design © Retrogradenova
- Character © Nezumi
- Character Based on Vincent Van Gogh
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