Goennec Pen #:W4
Name:Plymouth
Rank:Elder
Why do you want this goennec?:I absolutely fell in love this boy while watching you design him, and knew that I would have to try for him. He's incredibly gorgeous- the soft, swirly pinks and purples work so well together, and his eyes are just stunning. Though he's not the type of character I'm usually drawn to, he 'clicks' with me quite well nonetheless.
In addition, I'd love to have the dynamic of another elder in my herd, and Anatole would definently appreciate some assistance in keeping track of Tiger and Claire.
How would you use this character?:Plymouth would mainly be used as a writing subject; in addition to the various things I write throughout the rest of the year, I'd love to have him be included in my NaNoWriMo. I'd draw him, too- my notebooks and papers become very familiar with my Goeys by the end of the school year, ahah.
I'd love to add him to my herd; he would get along fabulously with Anatole, my other elder, and could help out with looking after their Affected herd-mates. I would be more than happy to RP with him if the opportunity arose, and would definently use him as a headmate, too.
Define your Goennec:Plymouth is a happy, bright old Goey that frankly never grew up.
He spent the prime of his life as a low-ranking soldier, doing just enough to not end up a peasant, but never exactly being 'on board' with the idea of responsibility. Plymouth preferred cloud watching to fighting, and laying in the sun to hunting.
To put it blunty, he was lazy.
To put it nicely, he preffered pleasure to work.
As an elder, he's more than happy. He's
appreciated for his stories and songs. His company is sought after, and his opinions count for something.
Even Anatole, who made a point of avoiding the annoying, lower ranking soldier when they were younger, has grown to be his friend. They spend much time talking together, and each day Plymouth makes it his goal to put a smile on the moody old ram's face. [Unlike Plymouth, he hasn't aged to be quite so cheery.]
The best part of the day, for Plymouth [aside from getting prey that's wonderfully hunted
for him], is spending time with Tiger and Claire. For a ram that never sired many kids, the two younglings are like family, practically. He loves to interact with the brilliant Claire, and never fails to be amazed by just how much Tiger knows. They keep Plymouth on his 'toes,' and he never goes a day without laughing because of them.
A part of Plymouth occaisionally regrets his shortcomings during his younger years, but he's happy with where he is now. By never letting go of what he loved as a kid, he's happy as an elder- much happier than he was as a soldier.
Plymouth particularly likes birds and their songs, though his attempts to mimic them usually end with Anatole snapping at him.
He doesn't think much of the future, aside from hoping that it won't rain much. [he hardly likes getting wet and cold]
Tiger and Claire and Anatole are the present, and he's content with that.