Post by bigby on Nov 23, 2012 22:45:09 GMT
Liam "Bigby" Wulfric
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A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
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Age: Immortal (appears to be in his 30's)
Species: Legend
Occupation: King of the 2nd Kingdom
Playby: Henry Cavill
Father: Bayard Wulfric (Whereabouts Unknown)
Mother: Diana Wulfric (Deceased)
Siblings: Unknown (there is a possibility his father started another family)
Other: Wife - Queen Red
"Adoptive Children" - Hansel and Gretel
Likes: The outdoors, wood carving, his wife, dogs, solving problems, helping others, the winter, red meat
Dislikes: The full moon, feeling out of control, failure, hot days, seeing others hurt, food that is overly sweet
Strengths:[/size] Very protective, kind, surprisingly clever, good at fighting and tracking
Weaknesses:[/size] Doubts himself often (though tries to hide it), still not always in control of the "wolf", not quick to trust, can be very vicious if betrayed, Red (in the sense he'll do just about anything to keep her safe and happy),
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Bigby's personality is usually not what people would expect. They hear stories of the mad, killer wolf, and often assume they are going to meet a man equally dark and frightening, but it's really quite the opposite. Bigby himself is a very kind-hearted soul, and he does whatever he can to not hurt people. He's certainly not afraid to fight for what he believes in though, or for the people he cares about so don't make the mistake of thinking he's weak. Still, he always tries to solves problems calmly and rationally when he can, and despite his humble background he is a lot more intelligent that he appears. He has a deep desire to take care of others and his kingdom, but deep down he is often filled with self-doubt. There is a lot he thinks he doesn't know about himself, from his curse to the fact that he's risen from a simple wood carver to a rule of a kingdom. Sometimes he's half waiting for himself to disappoint others, though the other half of him is doing anything he can not to fail.
However, all work an no play would make him a dull man. Bigby has a lighter side, and an adventurous spirit from all his years of traveling both alone and with Red. While not overly impulsive, he still knows how to let go and have fun (or perhaps it is just the animal in him that needs to be free once in a while). He does have a certain "wolfish" charm to him, where he can be a little arrogant, sarcastic, and charming all at once. Sometimes it works in his favor, sometimes it gets him in trouble. When it comes to others causing trouble, it takes a lot for Bigby to get angry, but if you push him to his breaking point, that is when he is downright scary. Despite being generally friendly, it takes a lot to truly earn his trust, and if you lose it he can definitely hold a grudge.
Eyes:[/size] Dark grey/green in color
Hair:[/size] Dark brown, and slightly curly when he lets it grow out (its current length is a little past his jaw)
Physique:[/size]Nothing about Bigby's appearance particularly stands out. He's somewhat tall standing around 6'3", but admittedly he is physically fit and a strong frame which does make him look a little imposing. He has thick, dark brown that is almost black in color, and usually looks a bit curly or messy, especially depending on its length. In the past he's let it grown to his shoulders, though at the moment it is shorter. His face is rarely completely clean shaven, and similarly is alternates between having a beard or just a bit of scruff. In his wolf form, Bigby's coat is the same dark brown color, though his eyes become a paler yellow-green in color. The few days before a full moon his eyes will start to pale even in his human form. His wolf size is visibly larger than an average wolf, which helped fuel the stories about the "monster" once upon a time.
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Long ago Bigby was known only as Liam Wulfric. He was born in a small village on the edge of the 2nd Kingdom, to Diana and Bayard Wulfric. Both his parents were wood carvers of sorts. His father would take care of larger pieces of furniture or carpentry, while her mother was popular among children for small wooden toys or carved jewelry. By most accounts, his early childhood was rather normal. It was a simple lifestyle, and he was already being trained in his parents work as soon as he could walk, but he was happy, and his family seemed as loving as any other.
Sadly, most good things don't last forever. When Bigby was 7 his father disappeared. He had gone into the woods to gather supplies for a job, and he simply never came back. That same night there was a full moon. It was the first night ever his father hadn't been home. Looking back, that was one he first began to dislike the full moon, long before his other troubles began. He and his mother both struggled with the loss, but perhaps his mother even more. She constantly worried if it was something she did, or something she didn't do, and there were many nights and days after where she would simply sit by the window, expecting him to come home. Bigby was more torn between grief if something terrible had happened, and angry at the idea maybe, just maybe, this was on purpose. He and his mother struggled a bit more after that, but he spent as much time as possible doing his father's craft to earn them money. Despite the darker memories, wood carving is still one activity that he enjoys in his spare time.
Both were, in their own way, learning to move on, but the mystery surrounding Bigby's life wasn't done yet. The first month after his 16th birthday, his life would truly change forever. Older and able to do more things, Bigby was experiencing a lighter side of life. He was exploring on his own, spending more time in the local villages (and admittedly, stared to have a much larger interest in girls). One day, though, he stayed out a bit too late, and found himself walking home alone in the dark. Unexpectedly, he started to feel rather ill. He did his best to shrug it off and keep going, but the pain grew and suddenly he fell to the ground. The last he remembered was looking up at that damned full moon.
He awoke in the morning, half a mile from his home, with tattered clothes barely staying on him, and a strange taste in his mouth. In took him a second to notice the mutilated deer twenty feet away from him. It was then he realized the taste in his mouth was blood, and he was a good enough hunter to recognized a wolf kill when he saw one. He dismissed his initial thoughts as insane. There was no possible way he had something to do with this. Then again, any other possibility seemed equally unlikely. As if he just passed out ill, still managed to make it another mile towards his home, and simply slept while a wolf hunted right next to him. He warily told the tale to his mother, knowing she was the one person she could trust with this. She only knew that long ago people would tell stories of cursed men, living with a wolf inside, but there were only meant as ghost stories. Neither understood why now, or why him.
For a year, with his mother's help, he made his new curse livable. Their home was secluded enough from other villages, and the forests filled with enough animals, the bloodthirsty wolf seemed to be satisfied once a month. Still, it was always a secret between them. Looking back, Bigby partially thinks it was because neither of them could believe this was real. He could barely remember what happened while he was in his wolf form, but at first he was naïve enough to think maybe there were no real consequences. But when he was 17, his mother became sick, and it only took a few weeks for her to die. Bigby felt shattered. He never realized what an anchor his mother was for him to hang on to some sense of normality, or even humanity. With her gone, a part of him suddenly felt much more fearful about his change. So, he decided to seek out the one person that just might have answers. His father. After all, there was still no proof he was dead. Maybe somehow, if he could find him, he would understand.
So Bigby set out on his own to find answers, but wariness still settled in as the first full moon approached. He thought he was deep enough in the woods to be alone again, but it was right before his change he realized his mistake. He stumbled into a clearing, with a small, secluded cottage just ahead, with a light on in the window. Someone was home. He become the wolf before he had time to run, and the creature had too much curiosity to turn around. Easily breaking down the door, in his hungry state the wolf didn't differ between kinds of meat. A small part of Bigby watch horrified as the wolf began to tear into a old woman. But then a horrible instinct took over when he realized he liked it. This is what the wolf really wanted. His human mind slipping, he didn't have the conscious to leave when he was done. He simply curled up into a bed, feeling satisfied. When he was awoken by a young girl he didn't hesitate. He lunged, ready to eat again, but it was the scream that made him pause, just for a moment. Part of the human Bigby came back in the mind, and he really looked at her. Young, but not that much younger than him, with already striking features, and so very much afraid of him. Before anything else could happen, though, he saw the axe of a hunter coming towards him, and he quickly ran off.
The next morning was the first time Bigby actually had flashes of memory, and he realized what he had done. He killed someone, in cold blood. It was then Bigby decided to truly leave everything behind. He knew he would never be able to stop moving, and he could never look back. Not wanting anyone to dig up his past, he stopped using the name Liam Wulfric. He remembered the tale his mother told him, the old wives tale of the "Big Bad Wolf". So, "Bigby" was born. The months that followed were the worst of his life. The wolf inside wanted human blood again after that night, and in the beginning he couldn't control it. Bigby did what he could, holding himself as deep as possible in the forest, tried to tie himself down with ropes or chains. He soon began to realize a pattern. Whenever he did taste human blood, for the full moons that followed he would hunger for it like nothing else. Eventually it would subside, and then animals would suffice for the beast. If some soul was unlucky enough to stumble about him, though, the cycle could start all over again. Bigby fought for control every time in the wolf form, but it still only came in bits and pieces. Most nights, he was at the mercy of his impulses.
So the years passed, and he moved around constantly. Sometimes he would try to resume the search for his father, but mostly his goal was to stay out of trouble. If he managed to keep the kills to livestock, he would slowly spend more time around people. Whenever the wolf killed a human, though, he forced himself to move on. He was in his early twenties when he finally managed to stay in the same place for a couple of months. The villagers were slightly restless about the loss in cattle, but overall his secret seemed safe. There was even an old carpenter, who offered him some occasional work. But then there was the day Red came to town.
Deep down, he recognized her instantly. He would never forget the face of that terrified young woman, and as much as she had changed from then, he still knew. He knew he was playing with fire, but he was drawn to her instantly. Maybe because of the significance of that night, as dark as it was. Or maybe it was because, though he charmed quite a few woman, he had never met anyone like her. Perhaps it was almost cruel of him, considering what he had done to her, but what started out as just an intriguing notion soon started to turn into real feelings. He knew his time was already running out. He knew why she was here, and at this point it was only days until the full moon. He never said goodbye. There didn't seem to be any point, and he still couldn't bear to tell her the truth. So he ran, as far as he could. Red was too skilled, though, and followed him easily. For the first time in a long time, though, luck was on his side, and she only caught up to him right as the sun rose.
He didn't know what he expected her to do. A part of him was still waiting for her to kill him even then, honestly. But then she just ran. At first, Bigby was going to leave it at that. Why should he risk it? But then he knew he couldn't let it go. He couldn't let her go. Perhaps part of it was guilt. She deserved to understand what had happened. At the same time, though, he couldn't let her leave thinking he had just put on an act. That the past month together was a joke to him. She had to know that he loved her. So the game of cat and mouse began. Red was good, but Bigby knew a think or two about running at this point, and he knew how to follow the signs. Sometimes he would lose track of just how long her chased her. Most times, their paths only crossed for a few hours, before she slipped away again. Sometimes they managed to have brief conversation, sometimes she simply tried to beat the living daylights out of him. In the long run, though, the truth and their feelings won out. Red forgave him, and they decided never to run again.
The decided to try having a life together, and agreed to settle down back in the 2nd Kingdom. At first Bigby had reservations about returning to his homeland, but he also felt more confident with Red at his side. Especially on nights of the full moon, she had the skills and some tricks to either keep him locked up, or at least keep him away from people. However, they soon discovered the down side of coming back. The king of the 2nd kingdom had turned into a greedy and vicious man, and when he heard rumors of villagers seeing glimpses of a monstrous wolf, he wanted the prize for himself. This time, though, Bigby was determined to stand up for himself. And as it turns out, he and Red weren't the only ones tired of a King driving the land into ruin. The pair led a rebellion to rise up against him, and they were victorious. When the dust had settle, the people decided it was best to have leaders who would fight so hard to protect them, over any kind of royal lineage. Bigby and Red were elected as King and Queen. Not long after, Bigby decided to make it truly official, and finally asked Red to marry him.
Years passed, and the couple managed to fall into their roles. They were far from the traditional king and queen, but they did everything they could for their people. Bigby was probably most surprised at the fact that he did well as a ruler. He thought all those years as a loner and a monster would make it difficult, but instead he found all the more determination to help others and solve problems. He still has to live with the full moon, locking himself in the dungeons once a month to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone. Sometime he feels like he's gaining more control. Especially on nights when Red sees him. A part of him suspects even the Wolf now realizes how important she is, but he doesn't want to risk it. He's still left with so many more questions than answers about why he has this curse.
In this world, though, peace doesn't last forever. It was a shock when the witches attacked the 3rd Kingdom, but like Red he immediately volunteered to take an army against them, and it him just as hard when they lost. Bigby refused to give up. This place was his home, and he was responsible for it and would defend it to his grade, even if it took the wolf gobbling up every witch in the kingdoms. It wasn't easy, but they've managed to stand their ground. He was grateful when the lockets turned up, happy that the citizens had a better chance of safety. Bigby on the other hand kept his vow that he would never run away again, especially not without his queen.
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Role-play Example:
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((From a Founders HP group I was on))
Fulbert stared silently out his window, as he always did, observing the lawn to his right. Just below the sill and out of sight, though, there was a small notebook in his lap. The soft brushing of charcoal against the parchment was the only noise filling the small room, as he drew the scene below. Sketching was one of the past times he soon picked up after moving here. It was one of the safest hobbies he could imagine, save for perhaps the occasional paper cut...or if he somehow managed to ingest too much of the charcoal and poisoned himself, but even that seemed rather unlikely. He had taken up to drawing what he saw out the window at least once a day. True it never changed much. Perhaps the occasional bird would be pecking around in the garden, and the sky would turn too. It passed the time though.
As soon as Fulbert was finished he closed the book quietly, his pale eyes turned inward to look around the room instead. He glanced at pile upon pile of objects strewn about on shelves and table tops, debating what to do next. Unbidden, his gaze momentarily rested on his wand, the tip sticking out only slightly on one of the higher shelves in a book case. He stared at it almost curiously for a second, before quickly turning away, the old familiar feeling of panic rising in his chest. 'I should never have brought that thing with me,' he thought, pacing around the room. In truth, he hadn't used his wand in years. Not ever since he came to this shack. He only had it in the first place because it was considering a sort of right in passage in his family, since there was no doubt he would become a wizard. His mother never let him practice, though, at least not if she could help it. Do you know what could happen to you? How spells can so easily backfire for wizards your age? You will only hurt yourself Bertie if you try anything on your own. As always, he heeded her warnings with vigilance...though it did not stop him from reading about magic. The red-haired boy knew the theory behind almost any spell or charm or potion that had been invented and recorded. He had just never actually done any of them.
All of a sudden there was a loud pounding on the door that pulled Fulbert out of his thoughts. He froze for a moment, hoping they would just go away, but the pounding happened again. His heart began to race. What if it was bandits? Merlin, what weapons did he have...oh, right, he made Beasley get rid of anything sharp ages ago. Fulbert was about to grab a chair to use as a shield but then it hit him. Beasley! Of course, he had sent the man out to get some cheese from the market in the nearest village. His body was still shaking slightly, but he managed to approached the door. "B-b-beasley! I have a-asked you not to k-knock like that," he began. Grabbing the knob, he opened the door only slightly as first. He was quickly shocked to see it wasn't his faithful servant, but still a familiar face. "C-cousin?" he asked, his expression wrought in confusion. However he had completely failed to see the wand pointed at his torso, and could barely make out the latin-based incantation before he fell to the floor paralyzed.
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Name: Mac
Location: Midwest
RP Experience: 6 years
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