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Cole Grace Elden

"I didn't say anything because I couldn't say anything."

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a character in “War of the Sun and Moon”, as played by ShadtheWerepire

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Full Name- Cole Grace Elden
Gender- Male
Age- 18
Role- Traitor 3
Who's Your Captive?- (Add in once assigned)

Personality- From humble beginnings, Cole is kind-hearted to the point where on a daily basis finds himself with no food because he lent all of his money to fellow fishermen at the end of the day. He's a very skilled fisherman and his boyish innocence makes him an unbeatable salesman in the fish market, due to his skill in scaling fish and bringing in the biggest hauls on his own he occasionally has a chance to sell to the more noble classes. He tends to avoid the Lycan vs. Human situation, only using the slave market as a good place to sell his fish to people willing to spend money on slaves, his only fight against the mistreatment of Lycans is hiking up the prices for anyone carting a Lycan around on a leash.

He's the kind of person that has a lot of strength but doesn't know how or want to know how to hurt others with it. He has a lot of personal rules against fighting and violence but he's willing to put all of those aside if someone very close to him is threatened. But overall he'd rather negotiate with words than fight with fists.

Likes-
-Fishing
-People watching
-Cats
-Eating
-The Ocean

Dislikes-
-Violence
-Hunger
-Strong fragrances other than fish
-Cleaning
-The Cold


Your Thoughts on Lycans?- While he prefers Cats to Dogs, he doesn't hold anything against the Lycans. He grew up at a social level a few steps above the Lycans, a lowly fisherman's family that barely fished enough to get by, so he knows how to be a laborer and work your life away. The only thing he's ever harmed is fish so watching public humiliations of lycan's sicken him, for the most part he's too chicken to speak out about it.

Appearance is Description- With blond hair and a baby face, Cole is more of a boy than a man. However he isn't the size of a boy anymore, he's about 6' 4'' and has a decent amount of muscle. His dark greyish blue eyes are filled with spirit of a sailor and are framed by a well tanned skin from working on the docks from sunrise until sunset. He dresses lightly in nothing fancy, he's all about practicality over appearance.

Bio.- As a son of a fisherman his family didn't have the money to afford a lycan, his father despised the Lycans, his mother was more sympathetic. All in all his childhood was productive, he learned the tools of the trade and is a professional with a knife in his hand and a net by his side. As I said earlier, the worst he's done is raise prices on his goods to those who are mistreating lycans, he's not about to cause a rebellion and is perfectly happy with his life independent from politics.

Theme Song- These Times -Safety Suit (....this is the first song I could come up with. It's got his mellow mood and independence across.)
Other-I read it :D

So begins...

Cole Grace Elden's Story

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Cold fish scented water trickled down Cole's back as he made his way through the maze of vendors that were already set around the slave traders tents. The large basket on his back was layered with freezing water soaked cloths that would hopefully keep the fish as fresh as when he caught them a few hours ago. But transporting the fish this way was messy, if he hadn't reeked of fish before he did now.

Cole had been running late and unfortunately his spot in the shade of short broad-leafed tree had been taken, he would be toughing out the afternoon under the heat of the sun. The best he could do was settle down next to a Trader's tent where he was at least partially covered.

Quickly Cole slid the basket off his back and began laying out fish on his reed mat resting on the ground in front of him. There was a strategy to displaying fish, the biggest and the best fish were on top to draw the customer in and when they picked the fish they wanted he'd exchange it for one of the fish on a lower layer, of lower quality or size, claiming it hadn't been in the sun as long and would be better to eat.

As soon as he had placed his last fish on the mat he already had a customer. It was a tall skinny man, twig like almost, it was a wonder he was even considering buying food because by the looks of him he never ate. As the twig man made his way through his products poking and prodding the fish with long bony fingers, Cole noticed one hand was gripped tightly around a shining silver leash that when tugged the slightest bit led right to the very thick neck of a rather large female. If the collar didn't give away the fact she was a Lycan, the big boned body did. The woman wasn't fat, she looked like she could eat the equivalent of a teenage boy or if she wasn't eating she could probably pick up an entire cart full of bricks, so it was more muscle, either way he could tell a woman like that wouldn't normally be led around by the twig man. Cole had no way of knowing if the Lycan was just traveling with her master or if she would be up for sale later but she was clearly one of the pricier slaves and the twig would not be short on money.

"The snapper, how much do you want for it?" The Twig man pointed out the fish and Cole named his highest price. The Twig man gave him a disappointed look, he was not happy with the price but to Cole's surprise did not leave.

"Is there anything cheaper for the dog? It doesn't have to be good quality she eats enough as it is." The twig asked, and Cole restrained himself from picking up a fish and slapping the man across the face with the slimy scales. He hated when these rich Lycan owners wouldn't waste a bit of their fortune on their property, if they wanted to make these creatures slaves they should at least feed them right. Reluctantly Cole decided to compromise.

"Here, I've got exactly what you're looking for. It's cheaper and has more meat." Cole when into his basket and brought out a full bodied catfish. It was one of his better catches of the day and was naturally cheaper but he had made it just barely cheaper than the snapper for the twig man so he had nearly doubled the actual worth of the catfish. With a smirk Cole carried out the exchange took his hard earned money, and watched as the twig threw the fish toward the Lycan, it was uncooked but fresh so eating it raw wouldn't hurt anyone. It flopped into the woman's hands and she bit right into the scaly flesh eating like she hadn't seen food in days.

Satisfied with his haggling job Cole continued to vend his wares as others began to point out fish and demand prices.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Cameron Wilde Character Portrait: Persephone Renee Flor Character Portrait: Lyall Sigmund Beoulve Character Portrait: Cole Grace Elden
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"You're kid-ding m-e, right?" Persephone deadpanned, staring at her parents with an almost annoyed look. Her hands followed her words, making strange gestures and motions on instinct; she was in the process of developing a sort of 'sign language' for the deaf, and so far, it was coming along fine. She was quickly falling into the habit of using the language as she spoke; it was a miracle that she had a better than average memory, allowing her to remember all the 'words' she had developed with her hands and fingers.

Her parents didn't mind the odd way she spoke; after all, how normal could Persephone actually speak, when she was as deaf as a bat? Or, were they blind? Well, whichever a bat was, Persephone was still practically incapacitated, and they only had her best interests and safety at heart. That being said, the only way for her to truly be safe was to buy a Lycan guard dog to watch the store when she was working. They didn't want her to be whisked away to a random, foreign country where their main source of income was trafficking women. Not only that, but what if a robber stepped into the shop after hearing of the deaf blacksmith? He'd rape her and then steal her blind!

"I d-on't ne-ed a stupid d-og." She glared irritably at them before turning away and continuing slamming the hammer against the heated metal; sweat beads slid down the side of her face, a result of being so close to the flames that whispered delicate songs she could no longer hear. Her parents spoke behind her, but remembering that she didn't answer because she couldn't read their lips with her back to them, they made their way through the labyrinth of a blacksmith's workshop, bypassing the counter to tap her on the shoulder. Persephone turned back to them, pursing her lips in an obvious aggravated stare.

"What?" she hissed, refraining from smacking them with the hammer. "I'm bu-s-y."

You're getting a dog. She read off her father's lips. He held out a pouch of coins that she didn't feel any obligation to accept, but with another striking glare from her parents, she huffed and placed the hammer and sword down, grabbing the bag of coins with aggression.

You'll thank us in the future, 'Sephone. We love you and we worry -- will you not at least humor us? Her mother pleaded with sad and teary eyes. Persephone couldn't ignore such a heartfelt request from her mother, and as a result, she nodded begrudgingly, pocketing the money in the pants of her uniform. With a pleased smile, they left, and she was finally alone to finish up her work before making her way to center of the town where the auction would be, no doubt.

The only sound in the shop was the clanging of metal, pounding against the other, and a soft voice singing a broken song she could not hear.

we're o f f to see the wiz.ard!


The hustle and bustle of the square was not something she was used to. Even after all the years of being deaf, she still couldn't handle the crowds of people that should be emitting noise, but weren't. Persephone frowned, licking her dry lips with a slight fear that she tried to muffle. The blacksmith made her way through the people; they always had a slave auction in the same spot, and though she had only attended one once, her memory was good enough to remember exactly where it was.

Persephone's gaze wandered to the left where she saw a vendor selling fish; she'd have to buy some later with the leftover coins, maybe one for the Lycan she would have to own. The future gesture was not out of thoughtfulness or anything stupid like that; she just didn't want to be mauled by the dog and figured some nice, nasty fish would be a god buffer between them. After all, the smell was delicious.

Finally, Persephone stopped at the spot where the mutts were standing about, trying to grab attention from potential buyers. If 'Sephone was going stuck buy a stupid dog, she was going to make sure he was a powerful one, a dog that could do work at her shop. She wasn't going to have some lazy animal sit about the front entrance of her shop, scaring off potential customers with the excuse that he was 'protecting' her from possible villains and criminals. No, he was going to work for his stay, otherwise she'd send him right back and make sure he'd pay for wasting her time and her coin.

Looking at the Lycans lined up, she frowned. None of them looked able enough to even lift the hammer she had back in the shop much less guard her from rapists and woman kidnappers. There was a girl with a feather in her hair, and Persephone stopped there momentarily to gaze and wonder how a Lycan could be so blessed with good looks that most humans could not have. But other than a pretty face, she seemed too weak and useless, and Persephone had a thing against weak and useless creatures.

"To-o ski-nny," she mumbled, shaking her head. Her hands continued the habit of echoing after her in the sign language, even when she didn't realize it; that brought strange stares to her from many people, though there were those that recognized her as the unfortunate blacksmith and quickly pitied her.

Persephone moved along until she saw a tall man -- no, a tall Lycan. He wasn't just toned, he was built, muscular, and he looked as if he could lift several things at a time. Now, this was what she was looking for! This great monster was exactly what she needed in her shop, though most likely not sitting out the front door; he would definitely scare off customers to the point where she'd go bankrupt.

The Godzilla of a Lycan was in a hussle with a shorter and smaller man, and she had expected him to stand down like most others would -- except he didn't. Actually, he flung the poor human off and the guy was sent flying feet away, smack dab into his servant.

Really?

Really?

The one animal that looked as though he wouldn't die after a day in her shop, and he was the one with the anger problems. Great. Just freakin' posi-lutely great! This was not going to sit well with her parents... Persephone was sure they wanted something strong and powerful, but domesticated; they didn't want the Lycan to be the problem, but she none of the others looked as fit as the creature did. He was the one she wanted for her shop, but she didn't know if she wanted to risk losing an arm -- losing the use of her ears was good enough!

The slave-man was dragging the Lycan away; she needed to make a decision, hear and now.

Buy him? Don't buy him. Buy him! Don't buy him... Get a useless slave -- lose a leg. Or two. Or three. Maybe even four.

...

"Aw d-amn." Persephone ran after the slave-man and the ridiculously large Lycan, yelling out in her awkward manner of speaking to try and catch his attention. "W-ait! Wait!"

Thankfully, she caught his attention, because the slave master stopped and turned around, greedy eyes staring at the possibility of getting paid -- if only she could hear the jingling of the coins in her pocket, because that was music to his ears. It was obvious he was going to rip her off and charge her more than what the crazy, wild Lycan was worth when one added in his inability to obey orders, but what did she know? Having spent all of her days inside her shop, forging weapons and farm items and other miscellaneous items, how was she to know how greedy men worked?

"I will b-uy h-him," she said, sending a glance toward the tall Lycan and hoping to the gods that she wasn't going to regret her decision. "Ho-w m-uch?" She reached inside her uniform pocket, pulling out the pouch of coins, not even noticing the wicked grin on the slave master's face, lusting for copious amounts of money .

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The sound of the shot came from a short distance away from where Cole was set up. He jumped to his feet instantly from his makeshift stall to attempt to see through the crowd, his eye caught a bright red dress and then another shade of bright red on a young boy's body as he lay limp on the ground. Cole dropped what he was doing and made his way through the crowds, he didn't need his fish sales that badly and most of the other vendors were close friends who would watch his stock.

As he approached the boy he noticed the silver collar, it was a Lycan, no wonder no one had come to help.

"There's nothing to see here." The Slave Master said to Cole, "Be on your way fish trader."

"I thought I'd help clear away the trash so that the ladies don't have to be alarmed." Cole replied swiftly holding himself back from wincing at the word trash, it was just a boy. "Not to mention it will smell even worse around here if it isn't moved soon." He couldn't stand calling the boy an it but he'd put up with the charade if it meant staying out of trouble.

"Fine, have it your way." The Slave Master finally moved out of his way.

Cole stepped through picking up the dead body and gently threw it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The smell wasn't pleasant nor was the feeling of the boy's Lycan blood dripping down his arm. At least he was able to get to the boy before someone desecrated the body. He walked to the side of the street keeping his distance from all the eyes watching him carry the body, some filled with horror or disgust, he hoped that at least one pair of eyes was filled with appreciation. There was a forest near by where he could probably kick out a shallow grave and respectfully bury the boy, at least it was better than what anyone else would have done.