wolf angevin ☺ district ten
Jun 30, 2019 9:15:40 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Jun 30, 2019 9:15:40 GMT -5
19 as of the 84th
There’s a certain irony to his name. He’s from District 10. Livestock. Yet he is named after the one thing that ostensibly rids farmers of their livelihoods: a wolf. He’s been asked if it’s short for Wolfgang - it’s not. He’s just Wolf, down to the teeth.
Wolf isn’t a vicious person, but he’s not exactly housetrained either; he’s loud, wouldn’t know tact if it kicked him in the face, and easily energized. In all 18 years of his life, he’s never seen a good reason to stop having fun, and it’ll be pretty damn hard to convince him. When he smiles, he can feel and see it taking over his features; the edges of his oval-shaped eyes would crinkle, and sometimes his nose would tingle at the sensation. If he were to wear brighter colors rather than the neutral tones of his everyday attire, he would definitely sport yellow whenever he could. Yet, he didn’t wear bright colors, so he opted for soft tans and grays that complimented his deep brown skin, rather than black, which would probably make him feel more moody and unwelcoming.
Besides, Wolf spends a lot of time outdoors, and while there is plenty of acreage in Ten to get lost on, there is no room for bright and flashy. He and his family - his parents, all six of his siblings (all quite fittingly named after the natural world; eldest Doe, little Fennec, middle children Bee, Heather, Wren, and Swift) - take care of their farm, try to care for their neighbors, and generally hold down the fort. They always have; it's just what Angevins do. Seriousness is difficult for Wolf, but he does his work while whistling, or if he has to be silent, shuffling his feet. Even when working in the fields becomes tedious, he finds a way to make it easier, for idleness is worse.
From the time he could move around on two legs (and even while still on four, honestly), Wolf preferred to move. When he was little he crawled away into the fields, and while his absence was immediately apparent, it took hours to finally capture him. He would pace the halls of his house although it caused his mother worry, and he would always entertain his siblings when it stormed or there was too much occupying their minds and not much occupying their time. Being the jokester was almost a role in itself, and while he chalks it up to his personality, sometimes he pains to stop. (Yet, he rationalizes this by saying it’s Doe’s job to be the mature one as the eldest sibling. He’s second eldest. Not his rodeo.) But despite Wolf’s reputation as a class clown, he is not a rebel at heart. He doesn’t try to break rules; they just broke sans provocation. No, he doesn't mean to cause a ruckus in the square. No, he doesn't mean to upset people further by making jokes in times of trouble. He walks away when he's told. He’s not a bad guy. Not at all. He just does what he can.
Wolf loved his family more than anything. He would do anything for them. Yet, when he tells people this, some reply that he lacks the responsibility to care for anyone. Sure, it stings, but he doesn’t want to be responsible anyway. He can't imagine being a parent or having authority. He just isn’t the authoritative type. Even when he tries to be, no one ever takes him seriously.
He can never be a parent. He has enough young siblings to care for right now, and enough siblings that he’ll surely end up with enough niblings to care for too. Having his own children is just not in the picture - not in the world that he currently lives in. It’s hard to laugh and joke when your own family is at risk, and Wolf would rather stick to what he knows best, without complication. His family may not be wealthy, but damn it, they would be happy, even if it killed him.
WORD COUNT: 678 | bio
There’s a certain irony to his name. He’s from District 10. Livestock. Yet he is named after the one thing that ostensibly rids farmers of their livelihoods: a wolf. He’s been asked if it’s short for Wolfgang - it’s not. He’s just Wolf, down to the teeth. Wolf isn’t a vicious person, but he’s not exactly housetrained either; he’s loud, wouldn’t know tact if it kicked him in the face, and easily energized. In all 18 years of his life, he’s never seen a good reason to stop having fun, and it’ll be pretty damn hard to convince him. When he smiles, he can feel and see it taking over his features; the edges of his oval-shaped eyes would crinkle, and sometimes his nose would tingle at the sensation. If he were to wear brighter colors rather than the neutral tones of his everyday attire, he would definitely sport yellow whenever he could. Yet, he didn’t wear bright colors, so he opted for soft tans and grays that complimented his deep brown skin, rather than black, which would probably make him feel more moody and unwelcoming.
Besides, Wolf spends a lot of time outdoors, and while there is plenty of acreage in Ten to get lost on, there is no room for bright and flashy. He and his family - his parents, all six of his siblings (all quite fittingly named after the natural world; eldest Doe, little Fennec, middle children Bee, Heather, Wren, and Swift) - take care of their farm, try to care for their neighbors, and generally hold down the fort. They always have; it's just what Angevins do. Seriousness is difficult for Wolf, but he does his work while whistling, or if he has to be silent, shuffling his feet. Even when working in the fields becomes tedious, he finds a way to make it easier, for idleness is worse.
From the time he could move around on two legs (and even while still on four, honestly), Wolf preferred to move. When he was little he crawled away into the fields, and while his absence was immediately apparent, it took hours to finally capture him. He would pace the halls of his house although it caused his mother worry, and he would always entertain his siblings when it stormed or there was too much occupying their minds and not much occupying their time. Being the jokester was almost a role in itself, and while he chalks it up to his personality, sometimes he pains to stop. (Yet, he rationalizes this by saying it’s Doe’s job to be the mature one as the eldest sibling. He’s second eldest. Not his rodeo.) But despite Wolf’s reputation as a class clown, he is not a rebel at heart. He doesn’t try to break rules; they just broke sans provocation. No, he doesn't mean to cause a ruckus in the square. No, he doesn't mean to upset people further by making jokes in times of trouble. He walks away when he's told. He’s not a bad guy. Not at all. He just does what he can.
Wolf loved his family more than anything. He would do anything for them. Yet, when he tells people this, some reply that he lacks the responsibility to care for anyone. Sure, it stings, but he doesn’t want to be responsible anyway. He can't imagine being a parent or having authority. He just isn’t the authoritative type. Even when he tries to be, no one ever takes him seriously.
He can never be a parent. He has enough young siblings to care for right now, and enough siblings that he’ll surely end up with enough niblings to care for too. Having his own children is just not in the picture - not in the world that he currently lives in. It’s hard to laugh and joke when your own family is at risk, and Wolf would rather stick to what he knows best, without complication. His family may not be wealthy, but damn it, they would be happy, even if it killed him.
WORD COUNT: 678 | bio
