- Username: Sable. Feel free to call me sabes though ^.^
Name: Jules. After the marvellous Jules Séchaud. In 1913, Jules Séchaud invented a machine for the manufacturing of filled chocolate (chocolates with mouse, cream, jam etc.) No name suited better than one of a chocolate machine maker, yes?
Gender: Jules is a male.
Personality: observant • quiet • thoughtful • withdrawn
Jules is "stuck in a world of his own" so to speak. He tends to stick to himself, and is mute, meaning he never talks. He seems to look at the world in a different way the normal might. Average things never attract his attention, he's always staring at the strange thing in the corner with a far away look in his eyes. Other creatures make his skittish and nervous, he hides and tries to get as far away from them as he can, only a few select few he will tolerate the presence of. He keeps a sketch book, filled with strange contraptions and illustrations of dream worlds. Spin-off versions of what is in reality. He likes to play video games sometimes though, mostly Scribblenauts and single-player Minecraft.
Reason you want him: He's just, well perfect. His design caught me first, seemed to say "adopt me! Adopt me!" And how could I resist? The subtle browns and his eyes are gorgeous. His design is simple enough that it is gorgeous, yet I can still replicate it well enough to draw him tons <3 I have been looking for another Newton for a while, and I think he's the perfect fit.
How often do you think you'll use/draw it?: I have a range of characters, but I try to draw, write or roleplay with each of them. I think I'll use him quite often, I am busy with school, so I'll often doodle him in my school books etc.
Art / Story: My Dearest Brother,
(written to his "brother" from his point of view, never sent though)
My dearest Brother,
Only the moon has knowledge of how many days it has been since I have met with you. Winter fast approaches, yet I fear we shall not met face to face again until the bitter cold of her iciness winter has ended.
You were the only one who never spoke ill of me as a child, and for that I thank-you. I fear I shall never repay the debt of you keeping me company on those lonely rainy nights our parents abandoned us for the sunnier shores of East Side. I do feel a subtle chill is in the air each morning, the courteous greeting of autumn before winter's cold strike. I have filled my eighth sketchbook this year, I must buy more in town next week. My latest devision of fantasy, a giant caterpillar with fur soften than feather down, but that eats everything in can in order to grow. Perhaps it shall plague the lands of my fantasy realms next time I should choose to write, not for a long time though. I do feel awfully lonely, I can never bring myself to face others for they are to critical and quick to judge, I know I'll just get hurt and rejected as all the times I did when I was a youngster. Pray you be well, my brother? I keep myself fed, watered and sheltered but nothing much more than the essentials. Lately cooked apple has taken my fancy, I get apples from the near-by orchards, I neither acknowledge nor deny that I may be "stealing" these apples. But they have many a fruit, they need not more.
Till the spring then brother,
- Jules.
Other: Very gorgeous design ^^
