> # Location: Roanoke
> # Senshi: Sombrero, Astronomia/Galaxia Senshi of Weeds
> # Name: Haydn Cyningesleah
> # Meaning: Roughly; Heathen of the Dotted King's Wood
> Haydn # Welsh # Heathen # Tami and I rather enjoyed Haydn as a name.
It -is- too cool.
> Brycen # Irish Gaelic # Dotted # Dotted with weeds, mayhaps?
> Cyningesleah # Old English # King's Wood # I am a cruel, cruel person.
> # Age: Toning it down a notch, he is sixteen. (Colin, if I could I would
make either younger or older, believe me I would, but Haydn's been paired
with someone already.)
> # Birthdate: November 28th (No more December)
> # Astrological Sign: Saggitarius.
> # Blood Type: AB+
> # Family: father, mother, and younger brother.
> Father: Tiernan Cyningesleah # Sheep farmer XD # In Wales # 39 years
o'age
> Tiernan is a rumbly sort-of man. He has a sort-of manner around him that
is -very- rough in the nature he seems uneducated. He speaks with a low,
throaty Welsh farm accent (actually, who really doesn't farm over in Wales
^_- I'm allowed to poke fun XD), sort-of stutters when he talks, and often
uses the wrong word in the wrong context. Tiernan may best be described as a
simple man. Not in brains, but in the fact he doesn't need worldly goods or
anything too extreme to keep him happy and content. All he really needs is
his sheep and his family. He's pretty easy to keep happy, though Haydn finds
it extremely odd his father chooses to talk more to the sheep than to him or
his brother.
>
> He wasn't born into particular wealth or poverty. Just into a middle class
farming family (his family has owned the farm for as long as anyone can
trace the family history back to; it's something the Cyningesleah's are
extremely proud of ;D). Tiernan was always somewhat of a complacent fellow,
even as a mere youngster. He rarely got riled up and when he did it was
never too bad. He'd just mutter darkly and go spin wool; something he still
does when he is upset. He was never good at confrontation, still isn't, so
it's not nearly a wonder why he lets his wife get away with so much of the
stuff he does.
>
> He didn't have many friends growing up, instead he chose his sheep. He
always had a knack for animals; some sort-of a talent, I'd suppose. Rather
the peacemaker, he kept his nose out of things, and let the cookie crumble
the way it wanted to. He never got involved with issues of the people around
him; he just would watch and observe. He was fascinated with how people
acted, often wondering what made a certain person act a certain way. He was
known in his family as the quiet one, which is odd considering he was the
oldest of three. His sisters, both wonderfully obnoxious and loud women,
adore Tiernan to no need and find it, to their amusement, to harass him
whenever they have the chance. Yes, Tiernan's life growing up was being
tormented by his younger sisters; from being dressed up like a girl to being
depantsed in front of his girlfriend, they did it all to him. He took it all
with good grace and never grew upset and/or rose his face. Instead, Tiernan
would merely smile, nod, and maybe enjoy a laugh or two.
>
> He did well in school, studying whenever he had time (which was actually a
lot). Remember, Tiernan didn't have very many friends so all he had time
for -was- homework. This didn't bother him, though. He knew he wanted to be
a farmer, but he also knew he was a bit of a dreamer who was intrigued with
the reasons behind things, people, and the world. Tiernan could often become
lost in his thoughts, given the opportunity. He decided to apply for Durham,
a rather selective school who had a good reputation for agricultural science
and philosophy. His major would become philosophy, while the other his
minor. A philosophy major farmer; go figure, eh?
>
> Attitude-wise, Tiernan is the easiest man to get along with. He is
happy-go-lucky, rather content, ever smiling, and adorable in the manner he
never knows what is going on. He's rather optimistic in behaviour and tends
to put up with -everything-. He never seems to get upset, always seems to be
calm and cool, and loves to lose himself in a pint with his buddies. Haydn
thinks his father is a fairly nice guy, if not a bit of a pushover. He does
use this to his advantage, though; knowing he can get his father to agree to
anything. Haydn and Tiernan are actually a considerable amount alike, though
don't say that to Haydn.
>
> Tiernan is famous for the fiery red hair (from his Irish background) that
peppers the colors amassed in Haydn's hair and -is- the color of Rhys's
flaming red hair. He keeps it cut in the same shaggy style that Hayden has;
falling over his eyes and tucking behind his ears with strands of various
shapes and sizes, but in contrast Tiernan keeps his hair under a plaid cap.
His eyes are a light green in color with thick, curly lashes framing the
outsides. He has wrinkles around the outside of his eyes, stretching from
the corner to his temple. Above his eyes are dusty red eyebrow that are
furry and sort-of wild, though thin. He's not exceptionally tall, standing
in at five foot eight inches with a very slight podge due to good-meals and
lack of exercise (his podge isn't very much as the Cyningesleah's are known
for fast metabolisms). In clothing style, Tiernan wears flannel and pants,
rather normal clothes in all aspects, but never anything nice. Unless he is
surprising Annis with dinner, which is a different thing all together.
>
> Mother: Annis Cyningesleah # Biochemist Engineer # In Wales # 40
> Annis is a strong woman. No other words can really be used to describe
her. She is just a very strong, opinionated, sure-of-herself woman. She
knows what she wants and she knows how to get what she wants. Haydn is
rather afraid of his mum.
>
> Do you remember when your mother used to complain about that one one
woman? She was the one who was bossy, confident, and overbearing. She always
babbled about -her- children, how things should be run (according to her),
and tried to change everything to her liking? Yeah, that would be Annis with
the superheroesque attitude that would drive all other mum's mad. She has a
very go-to attitude, which sound absolutely lovely, but on the flip side
Annis is not what we'd call a team player. More of a 'lone shark' (haha get
it! LONE/LOAN SHARK! HAHAHA! ... that was really lame).
>
> Even from a young age Annis was very ambitious, driven, and
goal-orientated. She often chose to ignore her elementary schoolmates,
declaring them unfit to talk to. In her secondary schooling she point-blank
refused to associate with her schoolmates, declaring them gossipy, annoying
twits. Annis is -not- know for her tact. She is honest and not afraid to say
how she really feels. Is this good? Is this bad? That's for you to decide.
She is a very hard-worker; capable and able. She never gives up and is very
passionate about what she does and believes in. Annis can be construed as
very obnoxious, due to the fact she acts like she knows everything (which is
more true than naught).
>
> Her personality turned off many kids. She was the butt of the joke for a
while, but soon the other children realized Annis just didn't care and moved
on to another victim. Annis doesn't let things get to her. She's fairly calm
and level-headed, able to keep her cool when you least expect it. On the
otherhand, the times you expect her to keep her cool, she tends to lose it.
Annis is just a bit of a messed up, complex person. She was always a
perfectionist; something she still is today with trying to make her children
be normal, productive citizens of society. Of course, it hasn't worked too
well on Haydn.
>
> She did well in school and went to Durham on a scholarships and loans.
Being the daughter of a male schoolteacher who lost his wife in childbirth
didn't mean lots of money was at her fingertips. She had to work hard for
everything she has gotten and it's something she appreciates very much.
Haydn often gets on her nerves for not working hard. She thinks it is a mark
of a 'bad' person who won't go anywhere with their life. Remember, Annis
is -very- opinionated. She's also as stubborn as a mule. What she believes
goes. Luckily, Tiernan is such a complacent fellow he lets her run amok with
her desires.
>
> As much as everyone else seemed to dislike her, they respected Annis. She
always got things done in a very efficient manner, spoke in a clear and
formulated way, and told the truth. She was very no nonsense and often the
brains behind everything around her. Rhys and her share a close bond as they
both take that approach. To her, life is what you make of it in terms of
hard-work, success, and completed goals.
>
> Meeting Tiernan was -not- what Annis wanted. It did not fit into her
schedule, to say the least. Annis is a planner and organizer and Tiernan
Cyningesleah and children was -not- part of it. Unfortunately, she did fall
in love with Tiernan and the two wed; having Haydn and Rhys to show for it.
To put this is hard. Annis didn't want a family, but now that she has one,
she loves it. She cares a lot for her children and husband, even if she
doesn't always show it in the expected way. She chose to send her children
to ISAS because she is very fond of the states and wants her children to
learn appreciate a different country.
>
> She has wavy, copper-colored hair that falls to her mid-back. Her hair,
like Haydn's, is silky and taken care of. She mostly keeps it up in a sleek
chignon/bun, out of her face and out of the way. Besides her hair color and
type, her facial features are most similar to Haydn's with narrow eyes, high
cheekbones, and a small chin. Her eyes, though, are a very dark green color.
Her eyelashes are blonde and curly, naturally so, with slightly shaped
blonde eyebrows. Her lips are puckered and pink, looking as if she is
constantly sucking on something sour. She stands at five foot one and could
be pretty if she chose to be so.
>
> Brother: Rhys Cyningesleah # Student at ISAS # 13
> Rhys is very much the younger brother who should've been the elder; he is
the opposite of Haydn in close to everyway possible and is constantly doing
the damage control for the elder Cyningesleah. Haydn is thankful for his
little brother, though he thinks Rhys should loosen up a bit. In all
essence, Rhys is identical to his mother.
>
> Rhys, like Annis, is very much ambitious, dedicated, and driven by his
goals. He wants to accomplish what he wants and will -not- let anyone get in
his way. He works to the one-hundred and tenth percent, going far above and
beyond whatever call he is to make. His teachers adore him, which he is
quite smug about, but the other students look at Rhys like a 'loser'. It's
true, he doesn't have any friends, but like his mum, he could careless. His
way of looking at it is when he's making a seven digit salary, they'll still
be making a low six digit. Rhys, like his mum, is very opinionated and
doesn't hesitate to share what he thinks with a smug look. He's naturally
smart, knows it, and is rather conceited.
>
> He pulls excellent grades and talk of skipping him in grades has been
discussed. He talks to everyone, besides his teachers, like they are morons;
his words slow and carefully said. He looks down on everyone around him,
save Haydn who he just refuses to look at. Rhys won't admit it, but he is
worried about his brother and wants to see Haydn get his life under control.
In that aspect he works hard to make sure Haydn doesn't get into trouble.
He'll often play sentry for Haydn and his friends; if just so he doesn't get
kicked out, too. Rhys is worried that whatever happens to Haydn will be
brought back to him. Brother like brother, eh?
>
> He refuses to play team-sports or any individual sport because it is just
a waste of perfectly good studying time. He does play the flute, but doesn't
put much practice time into it. He keeps a stiff upper-lip and doesn't talk
much, only to reprimend others and-slash-or make a smug comment of how he
knows the answer. Yeah, Rhys isn't very well-liked.
>
> Rhys has the full red-hair of his father and inherited the waves from his
mother. It flows to his neck where it's tapered at the nape. His eyes are
the same grass green as Haydn's and would be considered cute if he didn't
wear square glasses the other kids joke he can see the moon with (they go to
his eyebrows and the bottom of his nose XDD). He stands at five foot three
(those Cyningesleah's are short) and is almost thinner than Haydn. He
dresses in lots of sweaters and khaki pants, choosing to go for darker,
muted shades.
>
> # School: ISAS (he be a foreigner sent from Cardiff, Wales)
> # Likes: Haydn is more than well-known for his great advice. He writes the
advice column for the ISAS paper (well, the male perspective/agony aunt) and
has such a laidback manner with what he advises he has become the hit of the
school. Haydn also finds joy in spoonerisms, such as poking the smot, which
ironically is another of his favourite things. Haydn calls marijuana his
"calming ritual" and loves to hang out in his dorm with his friends and
dabble with the great joy of pot (he's just a recreational user, though)(his
friends at ISAS have found an open window, two fans, and bunch of socks
under the doorway combined with incense, CK cologne, and air spray works
wonders on disguising it from the teachers). He is also an avid reader who
spends a good chunk of his time on reading anything by Lewis Carroll or
Chaucer. He also loves the Irish punk music like the dropkick murphys,
bouncing souls, and big bad bollocks. He is, unsuccessfully, trying to start
a band where he can play his guitar in that style.
> # Dislikes: Rigid, strict people can slightly annoy Haydn. He doesn't seem
to have much patience for people who try to change him or his lifestyle and
he most absolutely does not put with people who treat others bad. He also
doesn't like the folk who conform to non-conformity. He does have a strong
accent and finds it rather annoying when people don't understand what he is
saying a prime example is how he pronounces dog like "dag". And mum like
"moom". And-- *Morgan gets whacked by a strong male arm*. Haydn has a strong
dislike of horror films too, any and all scare the living beejesus out of
him. Poor guy. He also sleeps with a nightlight because he is afraid of the
dark. *long string of welsh-tinted expletives from the other room* (just
because I thought it'd be interesting)
> # Fav. Food: He loves sprouts for some unknown reason. Haydn also munches
on dandelions, he doesn't eat them, he just chews on them.
> # Hated Food: Haydn's parents took him on a holiday to France; now, that
doesn't sound so bad does it? Well, for young Haydn it was quite bad. His
mother decided that they needed to spend sometime touring the countryside
(and that doesn't much worse does it? XD), but when they passed a particular
farm and young Haydn saw a row of small dome-like houses, he asked what they
were. His mother being no stranger to the phrase "take the bull by the
horns" had a pale Tiernan take the children to the farm. The man in charge
explained the raising of calf for veal. Haydn has since -never- been able to
touch the substance.
> # Fav. Subject: He absolutely adores horticulture. He's rather good at
biology in some areas; the classification side. Haydn really doesn't have a
favourite class, per se, as he does try to make the best of them.
> # Hated Subject: Drama and French. American English seems like enough of a
foreign language for him (as I am aware, Welsh is a foreign language to
Oxford, but to Haydn it is not. He's much more used to Oxford and Welsh, not
common to the American slang near as much as he is to Oxford, having spent
time in England since he is from Wales) and he's just not very good at
acting, he can't seem to really take on another persona and instead talks
with little or no emotion, except for when he plays Lady Macbeth.
> # Color: Yellow-green, green, or yellow. Those three are the best.
> # Hobbies: Playing the guitar; Haydn is quite good on the guitar and is
quietly writing a song to play for his love interest, provided he receives
one. He has some sort-of twisted desire to want to serenade his female
friend. Reading, writing sans 'rithmetic; Haydn loves to read anything he
can get his hands on and he also loves to emulate the last style he read and
write his own works. Haydn also has an odd fetish for bugs and has a
collection of dead bugs (as well as few lives he keeps in jars).
> # Aspirations: Haydn's goal in life is to move to Amsterdam, open a
marijuana bar, and have the time of his life. He doesn't ever really want to
grow up and would rather stay the age he is now, the point where no matter
what he does he can't get into -too- much trouble and most of it is written
off as a teen thing. Haydn also does want to go to University, just so he
doesn't have to take over his family's farm. He likes the farmlife but
thinks the sheep smell awful.
> # Gemstone: Emerald. Haydn likes it particularly bright and clear, not the
popular smokey kind.
>
> # History: Haydn was born an orphan, beaten at the home, and finally
adopted by his rich grandfather who thought he had died. The end. Oh, wait,
that's Oliver. Dammit! There went my whole idea.
>
> Actually, Haydn Brycen Cyningesleah was born to both of his parents (his
mother was gripping onto the bed screaming expletives at her husband and
telling him how much she wanted him to die) in a hospital by an experienced
doctor. So, really, Haydn isn't much like Oliver and I suppose I was just
hallucinating. The effect from being around Haydn too long? Most likely.
>
> His mother, Annis, and his father, Tiernan, met while at school at Durham.
Tiernan came from a family in Wales who operated a sheep farm, while Annis
was the daughter of a single schoolteacher who lost his wife in birth. They
met, fell in love despite what Annis wanted, and eventually married - even
more to Annis's disdain. When she became pregnant with Haydn a year later,
she decided she really did hate Tiernan (memories of her mother) and became
sort-of a domintrax to him. Unfortunately, instead Tiernan loved her so much
that he took the role of a submissive husband, helping to create the early
memories of Haydn's life.
>
> He did have a -fairly- normal childhood, though. His father was always on
the farm, trying (key word there) to get Haydn to help him with the tasks.
His mother sort-of abused Haydn's father, which in a way has cultivated
Haydn to be more submissive then most, if not all, male teenagers. His
mother, a top notch biochemist for Wales, very much loved his father and
vice versa, only the two expressed it in a very odd way for an
impressionable young man. His mother walloped his father, made him cook, had
him clean, and forced him (but not really) to give her foot massages. Is
Haydn a product of nurture? I don't know. He is quite afraid of his mother,
though.
>
> He began school at a public school in Wales, where life was fine. Nothing
great, nothing horrible. Just fine. He was always a bit of a loner,
preferring to go it alone and play with dolls than talk to the other kids.
He enjoyed making stories up and after his mother took the dolls away, he
latched onto bugs and created loving stories of how Miss Ladybug was
impregnated by Naughty Mr. Ant. He'd then proceed to squash Mr. Ant (he said
Miss Ladybug did it) and let Miss Ladybug go. Needless to say, his mother
felt he needed therapy.
>
> Therapy was an -interesting- experience for a six year old boy. He was
often more interested in the shiny toys than in the actual talking to the
doctor and just said whatever came to his mind. His therapist found nothing
wrong with young Haydn and told his parents the boy was rather normal with
some odd interests. Now, Annis did not agree with this and decided the
answer was the stinky Wales public school. They encouraged her young boy to
make up conversations with bugs instead of playing team sports. Tiernan
believed Annis to be loony (a first for him to stand up to his wife) and
bought Haydn an ant farm, this was fine until he broke it and ants got
everywhere. After that Annis stamped out the "no-bugs-in-house" routine
common among parents and decided that since her boy refused to play sports
she'd buy him a musical instrument. The first choice was the piano, and how
Haydn hated it. At eight, he tried the violin, but as much as he liked it he
didn't like it, complaining it hurt his chin. So finally, at eight and three
months, Haydn received a guitar and he found his first infatuation. Not his
first love, that's later.
>
> The rest of the next eight years were nothing extraordinary. He lived with
his mum and father, tortured his little brother. Generally, the Cyningesleah
family was normal; at least as normal as you can get with a submissive
father, a blunt mum, and Haydn. Poor Rhys thought his whole family was
loony. They went on a few trips here and there, enrolled each boy in lessons
for things they liked, and Tiernan tried (without any success) to get either
of his sons into the farm. But, all dysfunctional things must come to end
and home-schooling was taking the toll on Tiernan and Annis so they began
looking into schooling around the world (as they believed the Welsh
schooling to be absolutely nasty). Someone mentioned ISAS in Virginia (I'd
believe it has a fairly rock solid reputation, yes?) and Annis checked it
out, falling in love immediately. She was always a bit of a sucker for the
states and had holidayed in Myrtle Beach as a younging (or whippersnapper as
Clavius would say). The kids, Haydn and Rhys, were signed up to go. Annis
felt this was especially good because her marriage with Tiernan was
beginning to suffer from the strain and would give them, the parents, a good
chance to rekindle the flame if you know what I mean. Somehow, Tiernan felt
this right. He felt like his son had to go to this school, it was intense
feeling so he relented, as usual to his wife.
>
> Two weeks later Haydn and Rhys were sent to ISAS. Rhys was twelve, a
rather clingy boy, and seperated from his mummy and Haydn, at fifteen, were
in Virginia by themselves. What a cruel world, hey? Not really, actually.
Their parents came out all the time, though being seperated from his sheep
was hard for Tiernan, and the boys were sent allowances biweekly so they
could buy sweets, treats, clothing, whatever they wanted without mummy or
father to try and 'weed' out what they could buy. As the years progressed,
Haydn started growing up into the man he is now; a smot-poking loveable
sort-of fellow. He made some excellent friends at ISAS (including his
roommate, another friend from Wales. I'm presuming at ISAS they keep the
dorms seperated by country?) and was introduced to his first love,
marijuana. He's the laidback surferesque child whose calm, funny as hell,
and stoned about 81% of the time.
>
> Personality
> strengths: clear thinker. generous. optimistic. adventurous.
free-spirited. inspirational.
> in-between: outspoken.
> weaknesses: blunt. impatient. indulgent. slight egoism. a moderate spaz.
>
> Haydn is a happy young man. He really lives to live, completely gung-ho
about life and everything that each day brings. He is the type of person who
can make something from anything and can cheer anyone up, even if it is
generally by trying to offer them a freshly rolled marijuana joint. He
doesn't seem to realise that marijuana is -not- the answer to everything,
like he seems to think. He is free-spirited in every manner that one can be;
he is up for whatever possible, loves to try new things, and thinks that
every experience is a blessing in disguise. He is quick to remind people how
very lucky they are to be alive. He's like a walking self-help book you want
to throw out, but you can't. He's daily affirmations in a person!
>
> He has a very inspirational way with people, making them want to try the
things he does and follow their dreams. He seems so strong and secure in who
and what he is that people are naturally attacted to him and want to do as
he does. In reality, he's just a crazed loon ^__-. Haydn has the calm
demeanor that people love him for from the fact he is almost always stoned.
He isn't the stoner that most people think of, though. Rather, he handles it
very well and the only effect it really has on him is bloodshot eyes and,
ironically, a clearer mind. He finds he can actually focus more.
>
> Rarely anyone dislikes him and it's hard to find something to dislike
about him. He treats everyone like they are his equal and is quick to yield
to whoever else and what -they- want. He despises confrontation and wants to
get along with people. He rarely, if ever, raises his voice and is a local
meditator for fights and arguments in the dorm. People trust Haydn for good,
sincere advice and he almost always comes through with excellent advice that
really works. Perhaps that's why his column in the school paper is such a
hit.
>
> He loves to have fun and take chances. He doesn't want to be bogged down
by anything and just wants to kick back and have a good time. Nothing seems
to faze him and that -can- bother some people who want to get a rise out of
him. He dislikes drama queens and people who are -too- emotional. He doesn't
mind sharing his feelings so to speak, but he'll do so with the people he
wants to. The most annoying thing to Haydn is when girls ask him "are you
alright?" because he isn't talking a mile a minute.
>
> Haydn is very blunt with what he says. He doesn't believe in lying or
sugarcoating the truth. He tells it like it is and that can hurt a lot of
feelings. He does have a way with saying things that, though people get
miffed, they can't stay upset with him. He is so caring and such a pleasure
to be around that no one ever really wants to be seperated from that. He has
a mannerism that makes people feel better about themselves and he encourages
everyone to do what makes -them- happy, not society. Yes, Haydn can
frequently be heard saying the popular phrase "damn the man!"
>
> He's quite optimistic and refuses to think anything bad will ever really
happen. Every situation can be handled and you will get past it, every
situation happens for a reason whether it is so you can grow as a person or
so you open your eyes to something, it happened for a reason so accept it.
To Haydn everything works out in the end, so people really have no reason to
worry about whether or not their date will go okay or cry over spilt milk.
He's so laidback that he grows impatient with people who bitch, moan, and
complain -too- much. People should just be happy in his opinion. Of course
when people are looking for sympathy Haydn is a bad choice. He is a good
friend and a great listener, he just isn't patient enough to let them whine
and moan when what they should do is smoke a joint and cheer right on up.
>
> He's not afraid to say what he wants to say and can and will defend what
he believes in. An intellectual boy, he surprises many people who think he
is just another one of those teenager snowboarder/sufer (though he does
neither of those sports) types. He has a very clear thought process,
thinking things through to the fullest. He is always fully aware of his
actions and their consquences. Haydn never fears them, but accepts them. He
accepts who he is and loves it unconditionally, the weed-rolling, funny,
amusing guy he is. The love he has for himself reflects in a slight egoism,
but is also the crowning reason why others feel so good around him. He rubs
off on others, his laughter contagious and smile infectious.
>
> # Appearance
> # hair color: It's an odd amassment of copper, flaming red, and bleach
blonde. He reminds people on average of once a day that "it's auburn, not
red". He doesn't like it much and is gearing on dying it some sort-of crazy
color and cutting himself a mullet.
> # hair style: Haydn cares about his hair, ironically. It's fairly silky to
the touch (he can use a full bottle of conditioner in a week) and he gets it
trimmed whenever he fears of split ends (disregard the fact his roommate is
the one who cuts it). He keeps it long and shaggy so it falls into his eyes,
rather the popular look with the "skaters" of today. He doesn't have his
haircut like that because of a specific clique, but rather because it looks
quite nice with his facial shape.
> # eyes: A vibrant green, they remind one of perfect grass in lazy summer
days. They're a bit narrower then the most of people and are almost always
half-shut as if he is asleep walking. They are ringed with very light bags
and have curly, light eyelashes that leave a bit of a shadow on his face. He
does have a long scar under his right eye, which takes away from his looks,
from when he fell playing rugby and got kicked in the face.
> # face: Haydn has an odd face. It's sort-of like a Picasso painting; it
looks like it would be weird, but it fits together in a strong way. He might
very well be considered as the odd sort-of good-looking. He has a chiseled
jaw with a small sort-of chin that juts out rather prominently for being so
small. His cheekbones are high and defined in a feminine way, but they look
right for his square-head XD. His nose is small and ski-jumped with a slight
turn at the end like he is scoffing.
> # height: He's rather short for a male, standing in at a mere 5'6.
> # build and weight: Haydn is for lack of better word, a bit more on the
puny side. He doesn't really do any sports besides run cross-country, which
has given him nice leg muscles, but not much when regarding the upper body.
> # clothing: Haydn's method of chosing what to wear is picking it off of
the floor or out of laundry basket, sniffing it, examining it for stains,
shaking out the wrinkles, and throwing it over his head. He has a lot of
interesting shirts with funny logos on them such a gray one that says
"atari" on the front and a bright yellow one that shows a comic strip on how
to drop your girlfriend. He wears a lot of denim (in the slightly baggy
style popular with most teenagers), preferring darker shades to the lighter
tones. Basically, Haydn dresses like the stereotypical skateboarder even if
he couldn't skateboard to save his dear own life.
> # voice: Haydn has a low tenor, higher bass sort-of voice. It's fairly
deep at times (read when he is high), but sort-of squeaky when he is
completely clean. He does have a nice singing voice, slightly tinged with
his thick welsh accent, if you like the sort-of scratchy voice popular in
punk and alt music that is. He talks in normal English, slightly tinged with
Welsh, but can and will turn on a full Welsh accent if he wants.
> # carriage: He well, uh, slouches. Haydn is generally hunched over,
playing with something or rolling something. He doesn't care too much for
good posture. When he walks he sort-of strut, shuffles along with a glazed
look over his face. He tends to walk into things a lot and tries to brush
them off as a cheap laugh even when he did it by accident. XD
> # overall: If you like the skater look, you'd adore Haydn. He looks like
he has stepped right outside of pacific sunwear (if any of you are familiar
with that store) and into the RPG. I half expect Haydn to walk around
carrying a longboard and say "wicky wicky", but as it is Haydn doesn't
partake at all in that sport. He is rather thin, rather short, but also
attractive in a rather adorable way. He doesn't look young, he just has a
wide range of facial expressions. He also has to be careful with his skin as
his chin is suspectible to spots and he is constantly fighting them off. He
is slightly vain in his appearance, but he also knows he isn't the best
looking person to date, which is fine with him. He does try to look better
than average, though.
>
> II. Senshi
> # Fuku
> Sombrero looks retarded for lack of better word. He has the most -lame-
fuku anyone could dream of (Haydn> of course Morgan did). If you've seen
Speedy Gonzales off of Loony Toons, you have a fairly good idea of what
Sombrero wears.
> First, he has a loose white shirt paired with loose white pants. His
shirt is tucked in and around his waist is a jaunty green sash, tied on the
side. (I feel compelled to yell OLE!) His shoes are brown leather sandals,
but he will kick them off if he doesn't feel like wearing them (sucks for
him if he has to run, doesn't it? As is, though, Haydn generally wears
sandals to school, anyway). In winter, interestingly enough, his shoes
become brown leather boots. Neat fact, but anyway. He has a pair of
fingerless mittens on, the color being green with leather interior (for
gripping the weedwhacker, doh). Over his shoulders is the mexican-influenced
shawl, only his pattern seems to be more like weeds than the exact
traditional replica. Finally, completing the outfit is the oh-so-trite
sombero that ties beneath his neck so it doesn't fall off. Often, his hat is
hanging on his lower back.
>
> # Transformation
> To begin his transformation Haydn hooks his thumb in his pants, the
skin pressing onto the tattoo. He puts his other hand to his mouth, two
fingers pressed over his lips like he is smoking something. As he says
"Sombrero", he rips his thumb from his pants, thick weeds springing from his
hip and wrapping around him; some go upwards, others go downwards.
"GALAXIA", the weeds are left exposing his eyes, half of his nose, and his
mouth. His two fingers on his mouth come forward like he is blowing a kiss
and sound ironically close to a weedwhacker can be heard as the weeds begin
to fly away. "POWER!", the cut weeds swirl around him, forming the shape of
his uniform while glowing a neat shade of yellow/green. "MAKEUP!" the color
fades away, leaving Sombrero there in place instead. He is leaning on a
green John Deere weedwhacker, a jaunty grin on his face.
>
> ** I hope the transformation phrase was right; Sombrero Galaxia Power,
Makeup!
>
> # Powers
> "Devilsnare!"
> Sombrero starts this attack with his palms up, outstretched in front of
him (rather like the beginning of the macarena, but flip the hands), and as
he shouts out the name of the attack, he flips his hands around, drops into
a low crouch, and places his palms on the ground. He clenches his hands deep
into the dirt, jumping back up like he is ripping the ground with him. A
slight rumble issues beneath him as the earth where he was splits open (he
shuts itself back up ;D) and thick, twisting green weeds spring from the
ground, snaking themselves around whoever (one or more persons) Sombrero
directed the attack on. It is a full body bind, starting at the feet and
travelling upwards.
> Sombrero can keep his attack going until the person either falls into
unconsciousness or he chooses to be done with it. The rate of
unconsciousness depends solely on the person as well as if they have
sustained previous attacks. Obviously, someone with more strength left is
going to be less likely to fall into the state before someone who has been
beat to oblivion :D. A secret with the attack is the more you struggle, the
tighter it'll bind to you. Sombrero doesn't usually choose to keep the weeds
on until someone faints (once the weeds fully dissipate which takes about
thirty seconds after the attack is finished the person will revive), but
often uses it more to keep someone in place so his teammates can attack. The
attack can rope in more than one person, but more than three won't work; and
as another person is added, the less tight it gets
> The setbacks and limitations for the attack are in the fact he cannot
use the attack until dusk has fallen as any light or fire will cause the
weeds to shrink back down into the ground. Depending on the amount of energy
Sombrero uses (if he keeps it until the person faints he drains more power,
etc etc) he can use this up to three times. It takes his full concentration
and focus to keep the attack working and the longer he uses it, the more
energy is drained. I would suspect someone could run off with the
weedwhacker; wouldn't that be interesting? (Just a minor note is this attack
does work anywhere as long as there isn't light; inside, outside, he just
has to be on the ground).
>
> "Weeding!"
> Quite possibly the favourite attack of Sombrero. He begins the attack
by moving hs weedwhacker along the ground for a moment, happily oblivious to
anyone else (the plus is he can this before he begins the attack, or keep it
there for next time, but see the restrictions for more information on that).
He then raises his weedwhacker high the air; his arms extended fully above
his head and his eyes closed. After a moment of silence he calls out
"WEEDING!" and starts spinning in a circle, swinging the weedwhacker high in
the air. As he begins to spin faster and faster, razor sharp blades of grass
and various other things he whacked come spraying from the weedwhacker in
all directions; teammate or not.
> So, let's get down to explaining this attack, yes? Sombrero is
the -only- one who cannot be hurt by this attack, which is why he probably
love it so very much. He finds it excellent to use when he is fighting more
than one person, and will normally let his teammates know he is going to use
it by saying "pull up your socks!". Anyone else who understands that phrase
is also left out of being hit. Oh, look, Haydn cares about his teammates.
The damage caused from the blades varies only on how fast he is spinning.
The can become quite lethal if he gets going really fast, but he normally
dances in a drunken circle causing them to inflict minor cuts all over
various persons and body parts.
> Haydn's weedwhacker is a very special weedwhacker. It's super
industrial strength! Basically, his weedwhacker can whack anything he wants.
Dirt, grass, glass, asphalt. You name it, Haydn's whacker will take it out.
In the manner that that happens, Haydn can use any thing he whacks in this
attack. After it's been whacked, it magically appears to be as it was
without missing a large chunk. He does have the night factor where he can
power up the attack beforehand (ie the last battle) and have blades of grass
waiting for him. It's typical for Haydn to transform before he goes on
patrol, find a patch of grass, and do as said; that way he can use the
attack at least once. The energy drain on this attack is very little as it
doesn't require much. He does have the habit of becoming dizzy and
disorganised afterwards (it screams "attack"), but that also depends on his
speed. He can get three full turns in; lasting up to thirty, forty seconds
at most.
>
> "Mushroom cloud!"
> Sombrero plucks any sort-of weed he can find and pops it in his mouth.
Sounds pretty common, doesn't it? Ah, no. He closes his eyes, concentrates
as hard as he can, and raises his weedwhacker close to his face (thankfully;
it's turned off or someone could push into his face and uh, that's really
suck). He puffs on the weed, blowing air into the little spinny things on
the bottom of the weedwhacker. Slowly, ever so, it begins turning and
Sombrero extends it from his face, turning the on switch to 'high'. He
murmurs "Mushroom" under his breath as a yellow cloud comes floating out of
the weedwhacker in the general direction of person directed at (though,
anyone standing close to his target will also be affected by this). As the
happy cloud drifts closer to the person he yelles out "CLOUD!" and it speeds
at them, covering them and anyone within two feet of them in a sickly scent
that can cause them to do various things. Those things, depending how their
will against it, can cause them to sob, laugh hysterically, attack an ally;
basically do something to stop them from attacking. I guess you could say he
renders them temporarily insane.
> He can only use this attack if he has some sort-of weed -and- on this
case he can only find a weed when he is about to perform the attack; not
stocking up and hording in his pocket. The duration of the attack lasts for
however long it can on the person(s). It affects everyone differently, which
means I can't really go into much detail on how it lasts. Say, it attacked
Hedy; she doesn't have much will as herself, she hates being there as is, so
it may last for the whole battle on her. Say, it attacked Sophie; as leader
and pretty determined, it may not even work. Mushroom Cloud can work once or
twice in battle, depending on all what he is done. He doesn't really like
doing it as the attack can backfire and include his teammates (Rick can
still beat Haydn up).
>
> If all else fails Sombrero will just begin beating everyone with his
weedwhacker. It does hurt, it is metal afterall. XD
>
> # Guardian
> Clavius is a rather -discontent- cricket. I don't think he had any
desire to be a guardian let alone a -cricket- at that, but somehow Clavius
wound up as a gurdian, cricket and all. Clavius, shortly, found out his
guarding would be over a certain Haydn Cyningesleah and he didn't like that
too much either. Taking care of a "whippersnapper" (in Clavius's words) made
Clavius want to find an unfriendly human who would end it all. Truth being
told, Clavius is afraid of everyone BUT Haydn, just don't tell him I told
you that. Clavius is also very, very, very, let me make sure you get this,
very old. I'm talking, older than the oldest possible person you could think
of. It's not the fact he's been around for a couple thousand of years, but
because he is just -old-. He wheezes when he talks, refers to everyone as
whippersnapper, youngling, fledgling, or some other old coot term, and has a
rather morose way of speaking. He's pretty perverted and nasty, too, but hey
that's a different story. When you think of an old man, you think they'd be
someone serene and comforting, but Clavius is anything but. He's a whiney,
nagging, discomforting bug who is -never- happy seemingly and really
overuses the phrase "back in nam" (which he coined from hearing Haydn and
his friends use; and feels that it just sounds cool. This old man would
steal from Haydn. He is just like that.).
> He is, though, very much a friend to Haydn. Clavius does love Haydn and
cannot imagine being the guardian of anyone else. He thinks the world of
Haydn, whether or not he shows it, and would do anything for his Sombrero.
He doesn't care so much about the other Astronomia senshi/soldiers and is
rather lazy (and out of shape, having to catch his breath from crawling out
of his cage). Clavius is, on occasion, referred to as geezer by Haydn and
that will cause Clavius to rub his cricket legs together and play a rather
annoying tune. Is it Clavius's secret attack? I think so.
> Haydn keeps Clavius in a small wooden cage, just so none of his
roommates step on the little bugger. Clavius also has no qualms of speaking
to Haydn when his friends around, but that could be because they are often
rather high and find it not so very strange to see a cricket talking. When
Haydn first encounters Clavius he is going to wonder if he is high and the
talking cricket is just a side effect. After that encounter, Clavius gets
high with Haydn and his friends all the time. Yes, step right up and see the
amazing old, talking, high cricket!
> If you were wondering what Clavius looks like, he looks like a regular
cricket (black, small, etc etc). When and if ever in human form he is -old-;
frighteningly so with no exacty age, with nasty, tangly grey hair to his
ears, a long grey beard that has food crumbs and other gross things hanging
around in it, squinty black eyes, and clothed in black old man pants and a
raggedy black crochet sweater that used to be quite nice I'd suspect. He
shuffles and wheezes a lot when human. He also has a cane, which he liked to
whack people with. I wouldn't be surprised if human Clavius would hang out
in the park and trip children with his cane. He's really not so nice.
>
> SMYTH/STAR/ANGEL
> So, Haydn came into my head one day out of the blue. I knew I had this
character concept for some smot-poking really loveable guy who was afraid of
the dark, wrote an advice column, and came from one bizarre family. The
problem was who should he be and what would a good base be? I originally
thought about making him the NPC boyfriend of Hedy (turns out she'd do
better with someone else | Haydn> thank heavens SQUARE) just for giggles and
heart attacks of her father, but when talking about the character concept to
Tami. . .I realised Haydn needed to be his own character.
>
> I thought Pan at first, but then realised that he wasn't open as all those
spots were taken. I knew I wanted to make him single and in Roanoke because
the lack of male there is just. . .disgusting. I found Sombrero and decided
to use a unique powerbase and viola; Sombrero, the Soldier of Weeds was
born. His attacks are various types of weeds and utilize the various things
weeds can do, but basically just pesky attacks.
>
> His personality was shaped from the fact I wanted him to be scared of
girls, funny, stoned (but the cute way, not the really, I'm stoned yo!),
sort-of spastic, spacey, and just a vibrant, electric character who everyone
could relate to. Haydn just sort-of started coming together that way. As I
wrote one thing, it made me realise something else and opened doors to a
completely new idea of him. Clavius was just a mistake. (he's a cricket,
crickets live in weeds, Sombrero is soldier of weeds, good?) He's a crater
from the moon, I doth believe.
>
> There you go, Haydn Cyningesleah was born.
>
> Writing Sample
> booya. I don't have to.
>
> Questionnaire
> Your Name: Morgan
> Your E-mail: ---------
> Your Homepage: --
> Are you in any other rpgs? If so, which ones, and what characters do you
play?: Iapetus.
> Will you allow your senshi to be killed? If not, why?: NO! DON'T KILL
HAYDN! *sobsob* No, really, if Haydn needs to die. . .Haydn will die. I'd
rather (nor would Rach or Tami) -not- see him die, but if the boy has to go,
off he will go, right?