→ {Pup #10} For the moment he is labeled #10. I hope that changes, whether it be to Eyrees or Kerze, since 10 is not a name.
→ {Pup Name} As the first red line states, it is Kerze {Pronounced Kare-zte}, which is the German word for 'candle'. The reason for his name is because he is German {more into that later} and his parents hoped that he would be as happy and bright of a soul as he recently deceased grandfather who had the same name.
→ {Personality} Kerze may be German (with everything else mixed in), but really the best way to describe him is 'British Gentleman'. He treats ladies with a high respect and is often seen drinking tea. A suit is his favorite outfit, even though he never has the chance to wear one. And a pocket watch? Never out of reach. He is prompt, to the point, says his 'please' and 'thank you's, and above all entertains. Okay, so 'British Gentleman' may not to be the perfect description. When he's among his gypsy friends, he can enjoy just a couple moments out of character. I like to say that he has two different selves, the Gentleman and the Jester. The Jester is the par he shows among the Gypsy's. His goal among them is to entertain, which includes storytelling, dancing, telling jokes, and a lot of other things. Even when he is his Jester self, Kerze still feels he must be someone who respects others. It would be fair to say respect is his only rule.
→ {Short History or Story Involving the Pup} Short Story for Ya ;;
Kerze walked up the back door of his home, rain beating down on his hood. It was already soaked through and he was sopping wet. As he took a squinted glance at the sky, he regretted the fact that he hadn't stayed at the gypsy camp just a little bit longer. Even if he would have been drier, it is for certain that it would be a lot more comfortable than tromping through mud.
He heard the door open and he could feel the heat of the kitchen greet him. He took a deep breath to enjoy the many scents of the different herbs before turning his head back forward to see a child servant standing at the door, already shivering in the cold.
"Is that Kerze?" asked a heavily accented voice from behind the girl, "He's late again. For Pete's sake Let him, cheri."
The little girl opened the door wider, a wide grin on her face. "Evening, Master Kerze," she said with a small bow.
"Evening to you, Belle," Kerze stepped inside, instantly pulling off his hood and his gloves. As soon as he was far enough in for Belle to close the door, he calmly shook his paws off as well, so that the mud wouldn't be all over the kitchen.
"Look at yourself, Kerze!" said the same accented voice from before, "Your a mess, and your fiance's wait for you!"
"Who said she's my fiance?" Kerze said in the most polite way possible. His eyes went upward to the plump little French cook whom he simply called, Mère.
Mère had a disapproving look on her face as she called to her daughter, "Belle, fetch the master a towel." The little child scuttled off and Kerze smiled sheepishly at his chef.
"I don't suppose you can help me get up to my quarters, could you? Mother most certainly wouldn't approve of my appearance," he asked.
Mère muttered something that sounded like, 'As if that ever stopped you,' in French.
Belle came back into the room with a ragged kitchen towel in her mouth. She came up next to Kerze and he took it gratefully, "Thank you, dear," he said, trying his best to wipe off his paws.
The chef sighed heavily and pointed to a little door off to side, "Your hat and cape is off that way, Master. I had Belle bring them in after you were and hour late."
Kerze finished wiping himself off and looked up, "Ah. Merci."
Mère returned to her work without a reply and Belle did the same as Kerze retreated to the room Mère had motioned to earlier. He threw on the cape and the hat after quite a bit of smoothing of the fur. In the end, he still seemed to have quite a bit of gypsyness about him, but there was very little he could do about it at this point. He came back out and nodded to Belle and her mother as he walked out into the hall. Already, he could hear his mother's voice trying to make small talk with another feminine voice, but what they said was dull and he didn't especially pay attention to what they said.
Without an embarrassed look on his face, Kerze walked into the drawing room to finally meet his betrothed face to face.
→ {A Short Explanation Why You Chose This Pup} Kerze caught my eye because of his pearl when I was looking over him, but the more I studied him and the rest of him, I realized how beautifully simple his design was. And the colors is a wonderful mixture. And those clear eyes... I am a sucker for clear eyes.
→ {Author's Notes} When I first saw Kerze's pearl, I thought that was a little light. That is why I chose him to be a 'Lantern Boy' and it another reason why I chose his name even after I learned what it was.
He is German, and a part of a group of Gypsy's who visit his hometown often. He lives sometime in the late 1800's if you know what I mean by that.
The candle GIF is not mine, but I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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and ғιnd yoυr ѕнoυlder тo lιgнт on,
тo вrιng yoυ lυcĸ, нappιneѕѕ and rιcнeѕ
тoday, тoмorrow and вeyond.
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and ғιnd yoυr ѕнoυlder тo lιgнт on,
тo вrιng yoυ lυcĸ, нappιneѕѕ and rιcнeѕ
тoday, тoмorrow and вeyond.
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→ {Username} I am .e s c a p e. Pleased to meet you.
→ {Pup #10} For the moment he is labeled #11. I hope that changes since 11 is not a name.
→ {Pup Name} Her name is Saoirse {Pronounced Seer-sha}, a Celtic/Gaelic name that means 'freedom'. Little Saoirse was born into an unhappy family with a mother who was abusive. Her father gave her the name she has in hopes that one day she would be free from that life. As she has aged, she has become more and more like the meaning the name has.
→ {Personality} Saorise is a kind girl, mostly cooped up in her own home, feeling rather lonely and sad. That's the way her life is. Lonely. Sad. Her mother is abusive and when she isn't off to some pup to drink they're money away, she's at home screeching at her husband, or Saorise. While this bothers her to no end, Saorise is able to hold together by the kindness of her father, who rocks her every night and puts her to sleep with a lullaby, even though she is getting older. Because of all that, she does have a darker side, but instead decides to push it away and never shows any anger inside of her. She knows how her mother behaves, and everyday she tries to be just the opposite. While it may be a bad idea sometimes, Saorise is very obedient and will do most anything {within reason} that is asked of her. Another thing is she can't stand yelling and covers her ears when ever she can. This gets her in trouble with her mother.
→ {Short History or Story Involving the Pup} Another Short Story ;;
Saorise sat under a tree with leaves falling slowly around her and the sound of her parents yelling voices just barely audible behind her. She sat in pure silence and didn't move for fear that her mother might notice her no matter how far off she was. But somehow the silence was broken,
"What are you doing under my tree?!" said a voice suddenly making Saorise jump and find her self flipping head over heels. She scrambled back onto her feet and looked at the tree for the source of the voice, finding none but the tree itself, she walked up to it cautiously and tapped on the trunk. There was no reply, Of course there isn't, the young girl thought to herself, trees don't talk idiot.
"I asked a question!" the same voice yelled and this time, Saorise could tell it was coming from above her. She looked up to see a wolf head peeking at her from between the leaves.
"What?" Saorise said, suddenly catching on, "Your tree. It's on my families' property."
"No it ain't," said the head, "It's not anyone's property."
"Yes it is!" Saorise said stomping her foot.
"Well... so what if it is! It's not like it's on your property either."
"It is too!" Saorise flicked her tail toward her broken down house, "That's my home right there."
The head's face went from serious and angry to downright pity in a blink of an eye. "Oh," he whispered flipping down from the tree, bringing Saorise to notice that he didn't just have a head, but a body and a tail and all, "That means your a Goodwell, doesn't it."
Saorise glared at him, "Yes it does. And this is my tree."
"I'm sorry," the boy said.
Saorise tilted her head, "For what?"
"That you have to live there. Mom said it's not a happy place."
"Oh..." Saorise looked down, "Well I suppose it isn't, not really."
"So this is your tree."
"I think so."
"Can I come back anyways."
Saorise was a little surprised by the boys question, so she answered the best way she could think of, "I guess so. I don't see any harm in it."
The boy broke out into a grin.
"But," she said, "You have to share."
The boy now rolled his eyes. "All right, all right, fine."
"Saorise!" called her father from far off, she glanced behind her to see his figure in the distance.
"I guess I'll see you again," Saorise said.
"I guess," the boy answered, obviously awkward.
"Saorise!" called her father again.
Without another word to the boy, Saorise turned around and ran towards her home with a glance over her shoulder at the odd boy.
→ {A Short Explanation Why You Chose This Pup} While when I first Saoirse, I didn't think much of her, but while making my form for the beautiful Kerze, I could help but notice the elegant butterfly puppy. After a while, I could no longer resist her with her beautiful look and delightful mixture of colors, that go together so perfectly, it's amazing.
