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 Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 5:28 pm
Wake the serpent not —
lest he should not know the way to go --
Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping;
through the deep grass of the meadow!
Not a bee shall hear him creeping;
not a may-fly shall awaken
from its cradling blue-bell shaken;
Not the starlight as he’s sliding
through the grass with silent gliding.
CADOGAN
Please PM me for RP or hit me up on AIM > fredhasfreckles.
I'm always up for more RP!
Updates:
08.27.11 > Cadogan is accepted!
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 5:37 pm
 Name:Cadogan.Nicknames:Cad.Age (Appearance Wise):Early to mid-twenties.Actual Age: It's difficult to tell, but around seven or so years.Birthday:February 19th.Hobbies:Observation, puzzle solving, cooking, construction and deconstruction of things, carving. Favorite Things: Exploration, puzzles, intelligence, words, discovering things.Hated Things: Misguidance, confusion, getting lost, ignorance, insults to his intelligence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 5:44 pm
Personality:
He is quite brooding; an abnormally serious and slightly pessimistic sort of man who sees the world as something he can study. Cadogan is the type that takes apart things to discover how they work, and to him the City, Forest, and its citizens are no different. He "people-watches," observes and takes endless notes about the habits, personalities, interests, and appearances of those around him, and his observations are not merely limited to the Book Children and the City People. Cadogan studies everything, from a tree to the sole of a shoe. He is constantly attempting to discover the secrets and inner workings of things.
A very studious, intelligent person, Cadogan lacks quite a bit of the normal social skills needed to provide a pleasant conversation. He tends to be too abrupt, too blunt, and will state the outright truth even if it is insulting - this, of course, is not insulting to Cadogan, who for the most part will not intend any upset or harm in his comments. To him, it is just simply "stating the facts," and at times he does not understand why it is that this is sometimes unacceptable. However, despite this, he is quite respectable and often times a little too formal in just how he speaks. He is confident, yet not arrogant, and understands when respect is called for - except for Cadogan, respect is also stating the truth, even if it's blunt or uncalled for.
For the most part, Cadogan can be quite pessimistic - or as he sees it, a realist. If he himself cannot devise a solution to a situation, then there must not be one - of course, this does not take into account anyone else, and his view is quite flawed, but there you have it.
When it comes to his curiosity, he is quite similar to a child, in that he is very easily entertained by things. Even the smallest things can fascinate him, and he especially enjoys picking apart and discovering how the simplest of things work. He does not always literally take things apart, though he has been known to do that and then not be able to put it back together...
He can be easily irritated; he does not take lightly to people who either insult his intelligence in any way, or when things do not make sense. It frustrates him to know that he can't always take things apart (not always literally) and understand them; that sometimes things merely work because they do.
Thoughts on the Forest:
As with his attitude towards the City People, Cadogan is both intrigued and wary of the Forest. His interest lies within the darkness, and though he is not afraid of it, he is cautious of it. He wishes to study it more deeply, discover its secrets and what it holds within its confines.
Thoughts on Book Children:
He finds them, for the most part, pleasant company. He sees them rather as equals to himself, and therefore is much more comfortable around them. Though he cannot explain either origin, the fact that he is one of the Book Children makes him feel more connected to them.
Thoughts on City People:
He has a sort of morbid curiosity towards them. They fascinate him, but simultaneously he is both wary and cautious of them; however, he does desire to know more about them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 6:03 pm
History
Fixing!Favorite type of Ending:
One that can explain things well; an ending that ties things together neatly, without any loose ends, regardless of whether it is happy or sad.Favorite Illustration:
Rainbow Serpent Dreaming of Peace. Despite his love of structure and order, there is something oddly intriguing about this vibrant, colorful, and abstract painting. Cadogan likes to sit and study it, as if trying to figure out how it works. Dreams:
STILL WORKING ON THIS.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 6:05 pm
The Serpent
"Once upon a time there was a young man named Chaoxiang who came to live on the outskirts of a far off city. No more than eleven years old, Chaoxiang resided with his parents. He was an only child, brought up to be respectful and dutiful, though he was quite shy. One day, while he was out in the garden picking vegetables, he came across a small, green snake with grey eyes.
"Hello," he said, and picked it up, setting it on his shoulder. The snake, of course, did not say anything back to him, but curled about his neck and shoulders as if it had always been there. Chaoxiang worked diligently for the next few hours, weeding and planting, and the snake stayed with him the entire time. When he came back into the house, his parents, thinking that he was being strangled, immediately reached for the snake in a hurry to set it free.
"No," said Chaoxiang, moving to protect the snake. "No, he is not hurting me." And then he went upstairs to his room.
However his parents were still quite worried and constantly walked past his room to make sure that he was safe and that the snake had not bitten him. However, each time they passed they saw the same thing - Chaoxiang sitting on his bed, reading quietly, with the snake curled up happily beside him. This perplexed his parents, but since the snake was not harming him, they could do nothing.
A few days passed, and Chaoxiang worked in the gardens several times. Each time the snake would be with him, sitting on his shoulder, or beside him in the dirt as he yanked up the weeds. And each time, Chaoxiang would speak to the snake as if it could understand what he was saying. After a while, Chaoxiang's parents grew used to their son's odd ways and let him be.
One particular day, Chaoxiang was sitting in the grass beside his house, talking to the snake.
"I used to be lonely," he said. "Before I found you. Now I have someone to talk to."
The snake seemed to look at him for a moment before slithering off into the grass. Chaoxiang thought he was just playing, but when the snake did not return after several hours he began to grow very worried.
Three days passed, and still no sign. Chaoxiang grew unhappy, shutting himself away in his room in sadness, and though his parents tried everything they could, nothing seemed to be able to cheer him up. Dejected, they went to bed on the third night feeling hopeless.
Chaoxiang did not sleep. He sat up in bed staring out of his window at the night sky. When morning came, he heard a tapping noise coming from the front, and when he went to open the front door there were two people standing there; a tall man with black hair peppered in gray, and a young girl around his own age who was holding his hand.
"Who are you?" Chaoxiang asked, bowing his head in a gesture of respect although he was confused. The girl looked at him and smiled, and the man said "My name is Longwei, and this is my daughter Baozhai. I was the snake that you have been so good as to take care of for the past few days."
Chaoxiang was confused. How could this be? Who were these strange people claiming to be his snake? But the man smiled at him, as if he could understand what he was thinking "My daughter and I are jing he;" he explained. "Shapeshifters. As of late we have spent too much time in our other forms and had forgotten how to change back. But your kindness towards me made me remember how. And so I am here to repay your kindness. My daughter and I would like to thank you, and we'd like to give you this."
Holding out his hand, Longwei produced a small, carved figure of a snake. Chaoxiang took it carefully, looking at it in wonder and awe before stammering out his thanks. Smiling, Longwei and Baozhai both bowed to him before Longwei said "My daughter and I would also like to invite you and your mother and father to dine with us tonight at dinner."
By this time, Chaoxiang's parents had come down the stairs and had heard most of the conversation. Though still in awe, they all accepted Longwei's invitation to come to dinner.
"The two families dined together for many, many years after that, even after Chaoxiang and Baozhai grew too old to live at home and had created a family of their own. From then on they were all inseparable."
"From Chaoxiang's kindness came many years of happiness and gentleness. Some still believe that he and Baozhai are still alive, that they watch over their descendants and protect them. Some say he and his wife guide lost spirits to the after life. Whatever the case may be, the fact remains that it was due to a simple, child-like act that they were all able to live in peace and harmony and love after that."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 6:07 pm
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