| Basics |
Name: Thane True Name: Ranjit Ulises Weller Titles: The Craftsman, Also goes by: 'T', Reference: x Size: A bit larger than #17 Speaks in: #4e3223 or #331105 Voice: Gender: Male Age; Mature adult Diet: Omnivorous Orientation: Pansexual, monogamous Species: Who knows Arrival: 12/18/2010 Scent: Copper, natural musk, or charcoal with an overpowering, sickly sweet odor. x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x |  |
| Summary • | The Beast ⋅ Other World |
• Challenging to persuade. • A paranoid and controlling figure. • Delights in solitude and isolation. • Mistrusting, everyone is fucked up. • Prefers keeping things strictly business. • Revolves around loyalty. • Lacking desire to connect. • Fear driven hatred and rage. • Rarely apathetic, but may make it seem so. • Approves of imprisonment & constructed hierarchy. • Easily hurt and put off. • Mind fills gaps with untruth. • Boisterous and playful at times. • Easily and disturbingly enthralled. • Most everything is a waste of time. | Based around strenuous, crippling trauma and warped horrors found in the real world with a fictional twist. Suffered a horrifying, destructive, painful childhood and gruesome death. Spent a great deal of time in another world. Was given a chance for better success by serving his higher power and was thereafter purged into The Endless Forest to fulfill orders. At the point of death became the beast's vessel- a personification of those wicked and cruel involved with his human childhood. Has thus far been unable to overcome his beast, and loses control, unleashing his wrath and fury upon others when certain emotions can not be independently handled. |
| Extended • | Past ⋅ Belief ⋅ Other |
Childhood
• Mother and father were both neglectful alcoholics wrapped up their own thing. 'Ranjit' was a mistake. • Child slave and workhorse until about the age of 17, where he escaped the clutches of the facility that he grew up in. • Parents gave him up to a facility for children. Unfortunately, during the time that he lives the facilities were not like a typical boys/girls home in the modern world. • Was finally inscribed with a symbol tattooed on his neck at the facility. This symbol was unique and set apart from other tags at the facility. The symbol itself roughly translates to 'Soul', which was a way to bind him to his caretakers and the facility(This insignia now hidden away by fur). This particular tag was given due to his status and behavior, as if it would ward away all bad intentions and from someday escaping their reach, and even if so, even in death would forever be bound to them. It is a permanent reminder of who he was and will always be. | Adolescence/Adulthood • Ended up in a bad crowd after escaping the facility, met a man who went by Torquil, a fat lazy bastard with a bad temper, along with his associates who partook in a business focused around live snuff. Later expanded the business by purposing that they harvest human organs and sell them via the black market. Accepted. Paradox's line of work thereafter mostly consisted of abductions and harvesting human organs, not so much directly participating in the main branch. • Taken under Torquil's wing. After some years was to become his successor. Looked up to his boss. • Was known to purchase slaves from time to time. Extremely neglected, often locked away in cages within his house for days on end. Kept them well fed and clean, but otherwise didn't allow them to do much. • Entertainment mostly included watching scheduled dog fight death matches during his free time. Sick, twisted fascination with feral animals, their pain, bloodshed, and death. • Lived fairly wealthy as an adult, while it lasted, due to his line of work. |
Binds To The Mnemonist
• Fused souls, by the hands of their higher power. Occurred with his son's first appearance in the other world. Became property alongside Thane. • Ongoing exploration and learning experiences via visiting memories. Knows all about the short-haired feline named Fritters. Will never let it go. • Acquired a murex shell from his son. Contains deep red garnet gems with a mixture of his heir's blood and a black pearl to serve as a cork. Really the only gift he's ever received and accepted? Treasured. Has an unspoken ability. More recently modified with a way to store memories which can be accessed when need be. Will never forget anything again! • Highly dependent on Morioch after modifying samples of their blood which when consumed turned it toxic to the self. Requires 'the antidote' on a regular basis otherwise begins to experience symptoms similar to that of mercury poisoning. • Possesses a sliver of his successor's heart, put in place of the missing piece from his own. | Possessions • An Osprey(fish hawk). • A panda and wolf plush. • An immortal squirrel used as a test subject. Caged up somewhere. • A Maelstrom plush with glow in the dark eyes. A gift from Morioch. - R.I.P. Set fire to it during a dumb tantrum. • The top half of a horse skull, a gift from Pandora. Hasn't decided what to do with it yet. • An assortment of miscellaneous items that aren't interesting enough to include on this list. |
Trade
Objects are often gathered within dreams, although may acquire base objects outside of them to lessen the workload. The purpose of this ability is mostly to create creatures of war for his higher power, but sometimes strays if someone has caught word and comes to him to try and strike a nice deal. Thus far what he can deliver seems infinite; otherworldly and ethereal possessions to simpler possessions, skulls and other items not commonly found within this forest. What The Craftsman desires in return is nothing fixed, it can range from a minuscule or intense task, often doing something for him in return, within the individuals own abilities. If the deal isn't sweet enough he will decline, doesn't like wasting his time, and figures that he can get back to work on more important things. Often times he is a lousy businessman with a skewed idea of what he considers even, unless an individual is on good terms or knows how to work him right. Does however always deliver, fair is fair so long as whoever he struck a deal with comes through. More often than not requests his half first. In other words, he is one of the shittiest businessmen ever and probably not worth the time. | Workshop So much for awesome tools and strenuous manual labor. There's actually something quite delicate about The Craftsman's process and the place it is done in. Everything he crafts is done in a space between dreams(More specifically nightmares) and another world. 'His workshop', which breaks down an individual to their very core. Items are handled similarly. Works with individual particles, every individual items broken down matter, in order to successfully shape and enchant. This 'space' is inaccessible to others without a helpful hand, however nonetheless a scrupulous transition that he'll probably never help out with anyway. |
| Relations |
Close
Morioch - Son, brother, best friend, lover. All the things. Significant Mateo - Father figure, but wavering. Notable Morikiah - Adopted brother. Betrayal. Prussia - An old partner. Betrayal, abandonment. Syahi - An older partner. Betrayal. Killed and put her body to good use. Galene - Mother figure. Betrayal, abandonment. Jokerman - Doesn't even know anymore. No longer paranoid of. Ramsus - Once an enemy of sorts. Mostly avoided nowadays. Eraline - Daughter figure. Watched her get killed by a predator. Pandora - Son's friendship fling thing. Finally had enough of her though. Phaios - Knew for a long time. Dead, loved but never spoken. Miyako - Old partner. Treated horribly, for some reason. No regrets though. Disappointments Lueur - Biological daughter Isobel - Creation Eve - Creation Mire - Creation Miriam - Creation June - Creation |  |
Lovely
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Hooran, menispermum -
Pinkpaws40 - Awh thanks. He was supposed to originally be based on a lionfish, lol. I like the design this way though. Guess the quills are still the biggest influence.
Beep
Trackie~
^Oops, I was the one who
Wow, he's really gone through
Tracking this new bio.
Very nice Sessy, veeeery
Humdedum~
Retrack. His new picto is
Tracking. c:
Lionfish! I totally see it
I've always admired this
He and Benji need to have another tussle.jala - Honk? Sessy, Tuoho -
Sessy, Tuoho - Thanks.
Sighthoundlady - Yeah. Still need to rewrite a bunch of stuff and add it in too, fff.
Pandoras - <3
Dampir - I think so too, it fits him well. Thanks for the retrack.
Torturer - (:
Anjali - Ha. His original design never much resembled one to begin with(Since I failed at it), but whatever.
Fincayra - Eee, thanks. I agree, they totally should sometime.
Was wondering where this went
I need to keep an eye on him.
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There you are o: Wondered
Hraeth - Here is is. PLK217
PLK217 - Hmm?
StarBright5000 - <3
Phaios - Mmhm, just a repost due to some changes and the fact that I screwed up the last page. Hope to see Phaios around some more. <3
Tracking ♥
Mm thanks.
I tried adding you to MSN(I believe I tried once before? Or had you on there once). Sent an invite but maybe it didn't go through. Might try adding me if you're interested?
Ah yes, I got your invite! My
track~
>A>~ -stalktrack-
Mmm; clean.
Trackiiiing. c:
♥ !!
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..I wanna give him a hug ;u;
Thanks to all who
Pinkpaws40 - He would certainly appreciate it, lol... maybe. It's the thought that counts.
The young doe was finally
Ears fell back when she
Miyako scanned his body
The doe was thrilled when her nuzzles were returned by the male. At first she didn't dare to nuzzle him, the last thing she wanted to do was to scare him away by showering him with too much affection at once. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, okay?" She paused and tried to catch his eye. "I hope it's not too personal, but what was all the bolting off about? When I tried to groom you a bit?" Her face turned red, she hoped she hadn't crossed a line but she had to know if she had done something wrong.
But nervous she made him. He
He would listen to her, and finally at her question would take in a deep breath. Why did he act that way? Fear of bonding on any level, fear of getting hurt... a nuzzle or two never hurt, running around and playing, but he had spent the last couple of days with her, the grooming felt like it was too much. The stag now knew what the young doe eventually wanted, a family. Perhaps it would of served her well had he completely rejected her, knowing he made for an awful, failure of a family member, by choice a black sheep. If they continued this way, he'd surely only hurt her in the end, and he'd be hit with the aftermath of it.
Always thinking ahead, always thinking in general... getting way too far ahead of himself. Yet, such things seemed so appropriate to consider. She never even had to say it, adopting him as family in some way or another. He simply couldn't stop himself from assuming she'd want things that way. 'Idiot'.
Thane would look to her, locking himself in place to fight back the spasms which desperately wanted to take over, something felt all too often and he was forced to keep under control. "I... I don't have a good answer for... that", he spoke, tripping over a word or two in the process. "Why... w-would you want to groom me... in the first... place?", he questioned curiously. Why was that?
After the last night's talk
The young doe definitely had to learn were the limit goes for some creatures here, hers was way ahead of it. She could not jump into conclusions that everyone is always up for a grooming session like she was. If the one grooming her was someone she knew, obviously. Having a family of her own, meaning that she was the mother and there was someone beside her raising the offspring, had only crossed her mind last night. Maybe twice before that. She was awfully too young to think that far. Before even considering building a family, she would need to deal with the fact that she doesn't have parents of her own. That was hotter topic than her own fawns.
She inched a bit further from him, giving him some space since he seemed odd to her. He seemed like he was hiding something from her. "Oh.. Well, that's okay." She flashed a brief smile trying not to sound mildly disappointed. Was it her or him? If she did something wrong, why wouldn't he tell her? Questions. More questions popped into her head but she kept them to herself. He was tense enough as it is. "I.. I don't know. Maybe I wanted you to relax a bit more and thought that would help. I guess not." She shrugged lightly and laid her head on the ground.
When she distanced herself a
He didn't want to be this way, didn't want to be mean by right out saying something that may or may not of actually been true, because deep down perhaps he actually did want a real friend, his friend. With much struggling, tugging and pulling, Thane would close the distance she had put between them. In this case he would bite the bullet, go against everything his mind screamed not to do. "It's... helping", he said assuredly, but back in his mind felt the doubt trying to claw passed it. The stag would do what he could to chain it down however. "Patience...".
A brief and faint smile
The doe may have not stuck around him, if it he hadn't come to her to ask her how she was doing after the fight. He actually was the first one to ask that, even though she didn't know him then. She was thankful, nevertheless. A smile appeared upon her face again when the male pulled closer to her. She already knew how hard it was for him to be physically close to someone. This time she wouldn't make a single move to make him feel uncomfortable. "Is it? I'm glad to hear that." She nodded. That's all. In her mind she would lick the male's cheek a bit, but not in reality. Not now. He would take it the wrong way anyway. "Patience is a virtue. I admit, I am too eager and daring when it comes to being close to someone. I like closeness." She stated calmly.
It was okay? What a relief...
It would surely pay off in the end, so long as she understood how easy he was to make nervous. The type to never make the first move, nervous when another did, but hopefully in the end all would pay off... hopefully. The stag, being as close as he was, would draw in her scent. Thane wanted to stress how he was the opposite but at the same time yearned for closeness. Not physically, mentally. Where he'd even begin was tough, so wouldn't bring it up. The next best thing to say was that he was scared, simple as that, but saying he was scared in turn made him fear that she would think he was a cretin altogether, the final topping to this failure of a stag she rested with. "Why...?", he muttered out, head once again rested. He questioned, but would go over the reason he came up with; lack of experience, naivety. The stag wondered how many times it took other deer to get burned before they ended up like him... if they ever did. Was he weird? It didn't even need questioned, he knew he was weird, some puddle waiting to be stepped in, so insignificant and inferior. To be the beast locked away, sometimes he wanted to be that, always.
"There are deer that want that... like you", Thane would go back to touch on the subject. "I could... introduce you sometime". He didn't know if she knew of the deer he was speaking of, or if they would even get along, but nonetheless it was a nicely extended offer. Sharply his mind recalled that bull she had been with the day injuries were sustained... that bull and how she intervened, how she went with him when he departed. "You want closeness... but", he paused there in thought, speaking before even thoroughly going over what he had wanted to say or ask. "But... he is big, a monster". It was no lie that Nikodim scared the piss out of him, if any deer needed fearing it was him. Not even a deer, something so sickly and evil that crawled out of the darkest abyss imaginable. The stag had reason to think that, watching as he nearly killed Leviathan, watching as he went after a pregnant Umay. Thankfully the feline was smart, and didn't react violently to his charging. "That... is the kind of closeness... you want?". Head would be lifted, and if able try to capture her gaze, wanting to take note of her expressions upon receiving an answer, if she could even answer. Thane had not meant to put her on the spot... but was now curious as to the does' own motives.
A couple of times that she
When the male spoke again, she glanced at him with her eyes shining and the corner's of her mouth lifting up to smile. "I would really like that. It's always nice to meet someone new. It's really nice of you." She tilted her head a bit and nodded before she laid her head back down again. She curled up tighter, the night was getting colder and her fur wasn't always thick enough to keep her warm. "Yes..?" Her voice encouraged him to keep talking, she'd love to hear how he would finish his sentence. She lifted her head and got ready to listen and then to answer. A big monster. It was obvious he was talking about the stubborn and determined bull who was ready to tear Leviathann into pieces. For some reason Miyako was not yet afraid of the bull. She had known him since she was a fawn and to be honest, he had been her greatest support and protector. Her own guardian, who she now had to share with another doe. She didn't like that. Her ears pressed against her head and her smile was soon faded. She loved how the bull let her climb up to rest on his back, snuggle as much as she pleased. He never once hurt her, she got always hurt when interrupting his scuffles. "I don't know what kind of closeness that is." A pause. She seeked his gaze with hers. "I get to snuggle him all I want, but that's it. He tolerates me, but it's not the kind of closeness I want." Her gaze started to wonder. "He is physically there, but I don't know what is going on in his big head. Even though physical closeness is important to me, it's nothing without the mental side of it, you know?" She turned her gaze back to him, looking straight to his eyes.
"Then I will introduce you...
When Miyako continued a quiet 'ah' slipped passed the tip of his skull with a faint whistle accompanying it. The stag would take a moment to readjust his position. There was something bold and daring beginning to present itself, a thought, but for how long? Thane tried not to look at himself as a beast, but could be labeled as such should another witness a part of him that usually laid dormant unless summoned upon by certain triggers. In the end maybe he had been no better than Nikodim, but it was hard to view himself as a bloodthirsty killer, unlike the large bull who, despite never getting to know him, or never bothered getting a story from either side, looked like he was so willing to kill with no restraint. Had it not been for himself, Ravly, and the young doe with him now... what would have come of the monsters opponent? What of the feline? So, this bold and daring thought comes to mind, and the stag would have liked to act on it... but wouldn't that make him a deceptive man? All trust could be last. Why... did he even care?
Thane would take a deep breath, and after much deliberation would move closer, letting his head hang over the small doe, nearest her neck. Had she even allowed that, would be met with a wall. What he would do, no better than the betrayal of Syahi. The stag would retract, although desperately wanted to tell her, 'And if I gave you all of the snuggles you wanted, would you leave that beast?'. Wrong, so very wrong of him. Deceitful and a low blow. He didn't even know Nikodim outside of that incident. Who was he to judge based on a one time thing. Then again... No, stop... too much thinking.
"Life is fragile", his tone at that point devoid of nervousness or anything similar. Just like the night before, after some time he became something new. He could be many things, a man of all sorts, or so it had started to seem. Those eyes would pull to the flower tucked behind a single ear of hers, "Like that...". A deep hum was given before his head tilted to the right, eyes scoping her face, her expressions. "If it makes you happy, but maybe... don't break like the delicate things". What did that mean? He was talking about her continuing her relationship with the bull, on whatever level their relationship was at. He seemed to be a monster capable of bringing down even the mightiest of towers, and here Miyako was, a fragile flower living what could be a fragile life... or perhaps he was only applying how fragile his own had been to hers. He didn't want her to wilt away or be stepped on. Perhaps... he was hoping she would grow beyond a flower, or guard herself well by many thorns.
// Sorry for disappearing
For now her lack of bad experiences was her advantage. She was able to get along with others nicely and after a few pleasant moments later she wouldn't even think there could be something horrible hidden beneath the surface. Her trust is easily gained and so she would be in real troubles someday when trusting the wrong creature too much. Someone might think that has already happened. The bull. She has seen the both sides of him, the calm and the murderous one. Despite the fact that he was supposed to be her guardian, he let the doe beat her up while he was busy with something else. Trust was still there, but soon the young doe would need a reason to stay with him. So far he has given her none.
A beast. That was the last word to describe the male beside her. At least for what she had seen she was convinced that he wasn't even near a beast. How could someone like him even be a beast? During the fight of the two stubborn deer she had scanned and observed Thane, wondering what was his function in the fight. She never figured it out.
Her ears twitched when she noticed the male inching closer. She allowed him to come closer and hang his head over her with a smile upon her elegant features. Maybe the doe would have left the bull alone, as a matter of fact after calming him down and getting him away from Leviathann she never once went close to him. She watched him sleep from the distance but only to look at his wounds. Last time she had cleaned them, her muzzle was covered in blood. The bleeding was frustrating back then. But leaving the bull for the male's snuggles would be as deceitful as the request. She would done it for both as a revenge for the bull and to be able to snuggle with the male without him bolting off. It would be wrong, so wrong.
She nodded lightly in agreement at his first statement. Life is fragile and it should be treated with respect. The young doe felt how his gaze moved to the top of her head, maybe to the flower and she hoped he wouldn't notice the small flower behind the bigger one. She kept it there for now until she figured a better place for it or if she was even allowed to keep it. "No matter how hard I tried, not every fragile thing can be saved and protected." She said after a moment of thinking. "But I'll try anyway." She smiled at him warmly with her tail flickering.
Poor guy O_O Pan's such a
Pan's such a brat jeez.
And then chasing him until he gave her due affection hah.
/pets him
LOL yeah. He really didn't
LOL AWWW his new art
So cute <3
"Thane." The young doe's
// Awkward moments are awkward. :'D
Thane would draw in a deep
Her heart raced in her white
Not-so-sneaky track~ Also, I
Also, I love the curve of his neck in the bottom picture c:
Sorry about the trouble with Neiro D:
By Leuvr ♥
He didn't have time for this,
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Apparanza - Sneaky enough. Also thanks, I really wasn't sure about that when I did, but it's nice to know it is liked? And no problem, I like all forms of interaction. (: Thane however, not so much, lol.
Yet again she let the other
"Nnnngh.." The young doe was furious at the same time. She stomped the ground with her ears pressed back and eyes watery. She still had a lot to learn about how to deal with negative emotions properly and not to cry every single time. Miyako turned her head away, hiding behind the tree and trying to catch her breath again before she'd dart off.