ORIGIN

Scarborough!
Male Pronouns

Personality:
Tenacious, Fierce, Disciplined, Stubborn, Often serious, easily frustrated, headstrong, mercurial. Energetic. Non-aggressive, but holds ground/doesn't take shit. Reserved. Wary of strangers, Forms judgments of people, tends to keep to these judgments unless proved wrong (but does give people the opportunity to change his mind). Cautious, especially with trust. Loner. Internal, chews problems over mentally before floating them in the real world. Dark, sometimes. Sarcastic. Frequently bitter. Has high expectations; has to deal with the fact that others can't always meet those expectations. Pragmatist who wishes he could be an idealist. Loyalty is won, but hard to stray once it has been won. Becomes more accepting over time. Judges based on action and treatment of others. Has a temper. Grounded, steady. Realistic. Adaptive. Extremely thoughtful, literally, as in full of thoughts. Planner. Slightly insecure about physical limitations. Strong sense of justice. Fair, sometimes brutally so. Pessimistic. Protective. Slightly defensive. Responsible, reliable. Takes jobs/duties/responsibilities /extremely/ seriously. Fairly familial-- though possibly with chosen family, rather than blood-family. Slightly possessive; will get jealous, and will nurse private jealousies (though will try to mostly keep this private, and may get passive aggressive as a result.) Hates being vulnerable, especially insecure about that, and so tries to prevent self from being such really hard. Firm. Resilient. Aware.

Development Notes:
I'm going after three because I had the idea for him, since he has no back legs; I'm really interested in that, and if I get him, I intend that to be an aspect of his development. Such a heavy polar-bear body with a heavy coat, but no back legs, will be something he has to come to terms with early in his life, and stay to terms with. It will be something that he's insecure about. If he has to drag his body around, the abrasiveness against the floor will cause injuries. Over time these will scar and then callous, but I don't see this ever being particularly comfortable. Thus, Scarsborough will have to be adaptive and figure out methods of moving that don't involve dragging himself unless absolutely required. I was thinking some of the earliest spells he pursues will be related to this-- though spells are unreliable because they might fail, so I was also thinking of having him pursue the building of some device to keep him off the ground and mobile. That would involve a PC, ideally, and a few threads IC where they try to work out the problem and eventually build a thing to do so. :3

Regarding personality; as a child, he'd start out being more demanding of the world, with less control of his temper. Life is going to START pretty demanding for this little dude, because he'll have to deal with the back leg thing pretty quickly. Sooo he'll start with a bit of a chip on his shoulder against the world in general. I don't think he'll be aggressive or anything, but he'll probably be more easily frustrated and will snap at people more easily than when he's become an adult and gotten the hang of being alive a bit.

As an adult, he could go two ways, based on the influences around him. I can see him mellowing and becoming more accepting, being a fairly positive and nurturing person (For certain values of nurturing; he would stay sarcastic and probably mildly grumpy). I can ALSO see him going in the other direction and being just angry fierce grumpdefender sort. SO that would depend on what he's exposed to, and what parts of his nature he's encouraged to indulge. :D


RP SAMPLE (hatching)
When Scarborough found the world, he found it dark, and dank, and gloomy.

Canis was not the warmest of places, literally or metaphorically-- fresh from the chrysalis, tired and wet and gasping, it made for an overwhelming place to hatch. Having managed to flop directly into a puddle probably didn't help either; the chill water leeched into already damp puppy-fur, making the newest addition to Origin shiver in the low light. The world was still resolving itself before Scarsborough's many eyes; sight came slowly as all four red orbs adjusted to the light in front of him, turning shapeless shadows into distorted shapes.

The first thing he saw was the teeth of a giant skull; his chrysalis had formed among the alien bones littering canis' floor, and he'd hatched in front of a particularly fearsome skull. Upon realizing what it was, Scarsborough jerked back, all four eyes wide, pushing himself up onto his forelegs for the first time. Tired as he was, they were strong enough to hold him, strong enough to give him a look down the long bone-muzzle, down into empty sockets that nevertheless seemed to look at him.

That was a frightening first thing to see.

But it wasn't alive, even if it seemed to be. He shuddered, nervous, and tried to back up further, away from the skull's "line of sight", so he could see around where he was. This proved hard; already, his trunk was bulky and uncooperative-- backing up to a certain point only unbalanced him, making him functionally trip over his own tail, little back-wings flapping wildly in surprise as his very-very-fresh sense of balance failed him. He fell over backwards, onto his back, cringing as the movement dislodged a few messy bones among the strata. Those bones clattered among others, shifting and falling over, pushed by his abrupt accidental movement; the noise was deafeningly loud and startling to such young ears. Surely, others had heard that. Surely, others would know that he was here, that he had hatched, that there was another new gembound in the world.

He gulped at the thought, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as he tried to work his way through the problem of movement; he wasn't sure if it would be good, if others did hear him. He wasn't sure they would be friendly, or what they would be at all, and that was not a comfortable thought. At the very least, he wanted his front legs back underneath him, whenever someone did find him here.