Post by Alden L. Ambrosius on Jun 12, 2018 19:24:37 GMT
ALDEN LANDRY AMBROSIUS
Son of Merlin
BASICS
Full Name: Alden Landry Ambrosius
Nicknames: Aldie, Landry
Age: 20
Birthday: April 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Group: Guardian
Parents: Merlin and Nimue
Canon: Sword in the Stone
APPEARANCE
Height: 6ft / 1.8m
Weight: 155lbs / 11st
Build: Lean
Hair Color: Dark blond
Eye Color: Grey-blue
Scars/Body Modifications: He has a burn mark on his forearm from a magical mishap when he was being an obstinate child. He also has some tattooed intricate Celtic knotwork along his back and his lower waist, which holds some important meaning to him.
Most Memorable Feature: The first thing that most others might notice about Alden is his height. He is quite tall, even if a bit on the thin side. And if that doesn’t seem to make much of an impression, then his thick brows might, which seem to be consistently slightly furrowed, as if in a perpetual state of serious thought.
Aldon’s the owner of some unremarkably hued dark-sandy colored hair that sometimes looks light brown depending on the time of day. It’s long enough to look a bit messy if he didn’t care to style it in the morning, which happens to be most mornings. As for his wardrobe, Aldon dresses somewhat eclectically with whatever he happens to find in thrift shops. Still, he does rather well for himself as far as clothing goes, with oversized sweaters, collared shirts, scarves, blazers, loafers, trainers, and neatly kept trousers. His clean wardrobe reflects how he keeps his living quarters. It’s difficult to unlearn certain habits after it had been sufficiently drilled into him early on.
He harbors some sharp facial features, bony jaw, and thin lips, which usually gives a rather stern impression, even when he doesn’t mean to. His eyes lean on the greyish side of blue and his thick eyebrows are usually furrowed. He tends to give incredulous looks, and his glare can be rather piercing. Although smiles are rare, it’s an immediate difference in the overall softening of his features. Although Alden doesn’t typically openly display these tattoos of his, as they’re quite personal, he does have some intricately inked Celtic knotwork along his back and hipbones that give away just how deeply his paganistic roots are ingrained in him.
Face Claim: Anthon Wellsjo
PERSONALITY
Alden is the sort of guy who is going to tell someone exactly how it is, without embellishment or restraint. He’s terribly honest in this respect, nearly to the point of offensiveness. It’s simply how he is, and it’s likely something about himself that isn’t going to change much. Alden holds a rather cynical view of the world and how it works, perhaps because his blunt honesty extends to how he chooses to see the world: exactly as it is (in his words.) While this may quickly earn him quite a few enemies who prefer more rose-tinted perspectives, it might also ironically gain those few rare friends who value that sort of straightforward transparency. If he doesn’t like someone, then he’ll make it known as opposed to beating around the bush or pretending to be friendly in order to fulfill some sort of ulterior motive.
This sometimes lends itself to his very peculiar sense of dry, sarcastic humor. It’s to the point where he sometimes enjoys pointing out peculiarities and making some derisive remark about it. It’s a trait that he inadvertently inherited from his father; and it’s something that might be obvious to anyone that is aware of his lineage. Alden does get a thrill out of being clever, and this can be seen in the type of humor that he uses. He grew up surrounded by books and knowledge, as was his father’s strict requirement; and as a result, he tends to be a quick-thinker, employs witty responses in conversations, and knows an endless mirage of otherwise useless information.
Another notable point of Alden’s personality is his temper. Most of the time, he does have quite a long fuse, but once the end of that fuse is reached, it has the potential to be horribly explosive against whoever happens to be on the unfortunate end of it. Even so, Alden’s disputes rarely ever resort to becoming physically violent, as his father strongly believed in the philosophy of ‘brain over brawn’ and it was something that was pushed very hard into Alden’s ideology. This doesn’t mean that Alden hasn’t resorted to magical means of ending a conflict, something that normally would be a point of intense disapproval from his father.
Magic and the oftentimes mystical connotations with magic is something that is quite important to Alden, as it was the environment that he grew up in. It is his way of life, his way of thinking, and plays a part in how he behaves and makes decisions. He grew up under intense discipline with regards to how to use magic and how to use it correctly. Even so, he’s still young and still pretentious and currently not under the constant supervision that he might be at home, and as a result, he does sometimes misuse his magic in the school setting. It has landed him in trouble in the past with the school administration, which usually leads to him attempting to be more creative in employing magic and trying to cover his tracks in the future.
Despite his strict upbringing, it’s clear that Alden is not his father. He can be mischievous, and he can be a bit self-indulgent in doing what he pleases. However, this doesn’t mean that he completely ignores his education. On the contrary, Alden still earns high marks the correct way, through studying and showing up whenever it’s necessary in order to please his father via progress reports. He is fiercely intelligent and it shows in his marks, but it usually doesn’t translate into consistently good behavior. Misbehaving is sometimes his only outlet for all the restraint that had been forced into his early childhood. Alden certainly holds himself with an almost lazy sort of confidence (some might see it as arrogance) in knowing who he is, knowing what he wants, and being relentless in pursuing what he wants.
HISTORY
Alden wasn’t created out of love. He was an unexpected side result of a deal. Merlin had first met Nimue when she was a young woman, the daughter of a minor landowner, a girl who had very few prospects in her future. The only thing that drew Nimue to Merlin was the fact that he was a practitioner of magic. Merlin was smitten with her, and his feelings were thoroughly unrequited. However, Nimue’s desire to learn magic was more important than her immediate repugnance, so as she grew older, she traded love for lessons in sorcery. Alden was the result of the union and Nimue had immediately given him over to Merlin, not wanting to further dwell on the nature of the barter further than necessary. To this day, Alden doesn’t really know her, only what his father has told him.
For the most part, Merlin had raised Alden on his own in a rather secluded cottage surrounded by books, constant lessons, and extremely strict parenting. The first trickling of innate magical talent began when Alden was very small, and it came in typically uncontrollable spurts. His first memory of this was having a passing desire to ice skate in the middle of July, and the nearby pond had been frozen over as a result. To Merlin’s credit, he seemed to know how to control these unexpected outbursts of magic rather well and had his hands full rearing the insolent child who wanted to constantly toe just outside the boundary of what he was allowed and not allowed to do. Some of these incidents resulted in injury that led to the collection of typical scars from the bumps and scrapes of childhood accidents to the odd burn mark that he received on his arm when he lazily tried to start fire via magic to put on some tea.
The lessons were intensive, but they did help to better control his magic. Merlin was a thorough instructor, which would make sense, considering the side work that he did with regards to Silver Springs Academy, in its infancy when Alden was 10 years old. At some points, Alden vaguely remembered an older girl, also attending a few of these lessons. As Merlin was known as something of an educator in the nearest small village; however, Alden never really thought much of it.
The older that Alden became, the more he started to stray from the strict rules, wanting to have some form of relief and excitement from the stringent household that Merlin had created. Eventually, as he started hitting his pre-teen years, he started sneaking out of the home, venturing out into the nearby village to make friends, to cause a little bit of trouble for his own amusement, and to do essentially anything to raise his adrenaline. Anything beat his monotonous lessons day in and day out.
Soon enough, when he was 13, he was sent to Silver Springs Academy, since the one thing Merlin valued above all else was a proper education. Once there, Alden was caught between being performing through getting high marks and somewhat recklessly exploring his newfound freedom away from home. He eventually was able to find a functional medium between the two: is able to get the grades that Merlin would be proud of and is able to keep himself defiantly entertained on the side.
SAMPLE
The scent of rain was strong in the air before it had actually started, clouds heavy and dark and fast approaching. No matter how quickly Aldon moved through the side streets leading from his last lecture for the day and closer to his assigned dorm, he knew that he wasn’t going to make it there as dry as he wished to be. He only had on an oversized knitted sweater over a sleeveless tee and regular jeans. No coat or scarf. He felt the first drops of rain, only moments before it came down steadily, giving him only a minute or two before becoming thoroughly drenched.
A little further, just a little further.
As he turned the corner, by pure and strange coincidence, his eyes happened to pass over a small, hunched form against the nearest brick building. Had his eyes landed anywhere else, he would’ve missed it—its matted, wet gray fur was enough to blend into any shadow cast across the manicured lawn. The kitten shot a glance his way as he passed, pressing itself tightly against the building.
Ridiculous. Someone was clearly being careless with their contraband cat. Alden kept running. Something tugged sharply at his chest, however, and despite his silent grumblings from earlier, he slowed. Inadvertently, he turned around, exasperation touching his features.
Dammit.
Alden took a few quick strides back to the huddled, wet mass of fur, scooped it up gently with his hand and held it under the hem of his sweater. After a quick glance around to ensure that he wasn’t being observed, he tried to casually make his way back to the dorm in the now strong torrent of rain hitting the pavement. He was immediately soaked. He felt the prick of claws through his shirt beneath the sweater; an unpleasant shiver down his spine followed. As he hurriedly entered the dormitory, any stray eyes probably noticed the way he was pressing his hand over his belly to support the hidden critter, as if nauseous.
Once he was in the safety of his dorm room and noticing that his dormmate was currently out, he allowed the kitten to drop from his sweater, but not before carefully unsticking its tiny claws from his shirt. ”Just for tonight,” he muttered, not even sparing the ball of fur a glance as he made his way over to his side of the room, peeling off his soaked sweater. He lifted his undershirt to briefly inspect the angry red scratch marks over his torso. He peeled the other shirt off as well before making his way into the kitchen. The kitten promptly followed.
Aware that his roommate had a bit of milk left in their kitchenette, he poured the last amount in a small bowl and set it on the floor. He leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms, the rainwater dripping from the ends of his hair. He pushed it back from his brow, a slow exhale with a hint of a glare now at the kitten. A complication. A bend to the rules. An irksome secret.
As if sensing his annoyance, the kitten raised its head from the milk, fixing him with what he could’ve sworn was its own version of a glare.
A soft amused snort escaped Alden. ”Cheeky.” It’s a pity that he liked cheeky. Barely a moment passed and he found himself sitting on the cold tile next to the mass of fur with his back against the wall, listlessly watching the rain hit the windowpane. Both of them were cold, wet, and stubbornly keeping their distance. For now.
EXTRA
Your Alias: Rye
Other Characters: N/A
Tell us a little bit about yourself: I do have a full-time job, so my hours will probably be either early or late in the day depending. Aside from that, I love to write and travel and have a terrible weakness for dogs. <3
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