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Post by tarzan on Mar 1, 2015 15:25:49 GMT
Tarzan was distracted from his thoughts on getting home by the first thing that Hook had just said. Tucking away the details of a cruse for now, he was concerned more for the great evil that Hook spoke of rather then the plan of getting back to his island.
"Explain." He asked of him, while looking around. "Where?" It was about? How close? Did they need to run, or could they fight this off? "I have no weapons, but I will stand with you." Tarzan looked to the sky, and then back around them--but he did not see his evil that was about.
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Post by tarzan on Mar 1, 2015 15:10:40 GMT
Tarzan watched and waited for the kill but in the end it wasn't who he thought would die. The tool the man used killed the cat! Tarzan wanted it! Jumping down, he watched the men pull the cat off him, and Tarzan decided he wanted the cat too. Kills were a prize here. "Mit" Tarzan repeated the last word he heard the man say, trying to copy the sounds exactly--accent and all.
Lifting his hand to his chest he beat it on a few times. "Tarzan." He knew his name, but most other words were unknown to him. Like this 'mate' word. What did this mean? Reaching for the sword, Tarzan touched it again, this time with care. Pinching the blade rather then wrapping his hand around it, Tarzan gave a small tug, trying to take it. "Tarzan." Mine, was what he was meaning his name to mean.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 27, 2015 1:06:53 GMT
Ow! The man elbowed him in the face and then pointed something long and shiny at him. Tarzan had seen something like it before, only golden. Reaching forward he touched it, but unlike the other one which was not sharp, this one cut his finger. Jerking his hand back, Tarzan looked confused as he sucked on his finger. That was dangerous!
Hissing he took a step backwards. Just then their was a rustle from the men behind them as one of the leopards finally attacked. Tarzan turned and jumped into a tree, and made a warning sound. The men were being hunted.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 27, 2015 1:02:27 GMT
Of course when Hook asked for a list, Tarzan gave him one, a full list. Naming off many of the town's people that he had even causally passed by or spoken with even once. After a few moments of listing off names (or describing people whom's names he did not know), Tarzan focused on the other things Hook said. "I would rather not get a room. I can't sleep on beds that soft." He had learned he could, but not as well. He never felt comfortable indoors. Didn't feel safe.
"Their second time? So moving here and back has been done before." He would have to find out how. "How?" A curse had put them here again? Could they not just unbreak the curse? How hard was that?
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Post by tarzan on Feb 27, 2015 0:47:21 GMT
"You must have had a lot of practice doing that," "I have been doing it since I was smaller then you," Tarzan admitted, not thinking anything of her question. He had not practiced so much as just did it. "Why are you so far from home?" That was a harder story to explain. "A boat took me away, and I haven't found my way home yet."
"Do you have a family?" Children often asked this many questioned. He had learned that in his travels. They were simple humans. Curious. More like he was used too. "Somewhere out there." But not like her. His mother and brothers were apes, and he had learned the difference, but called them family still. She had also said she didn't know her way home. "You should learn to tell your way through the woods, so you can find your way next time." It wasn't harsh, but offered as if she might not have thought of it before.
By this time of their walking he knew that soon they would be approaching her father. Tarzan had been raised in the jungle and if their was one law above the others he knew not to get near someone's young without their permission. His guard went up just in case.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 25, 2015 2:30:56 GMT
Tarzan smiled. How wise of her! They were not strangers now, so she could talk to him! Finally! Someone was making some sense. She seemed concerned for her father, so he decided they would not wait for the boar to leave. "Let me take you too him then," Reaching out for her, he pulled her back on his back, "Hold tight, and if you can't hold on, say so quickly, and I will catch you."
She has asked about his home, and he waited until he jumped from their branch to another before answering her, while crossing the tree. "I am from a place many, many miles from here. It would take months of travel to reach there." But he didn't know where there was. Only the pirate did. He jumped to another tree, and looked around, before dropping down the the ground, and helping Grace too her feet. "We can walk from here, and if it comes back we will return to the trees. Come, his voice came from over there." As they walked he returned her question, "Do you live near by?"
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Post by tarzan on Feb 25, 2015 2:25:15 GMT
He wasn't. That wasn't pleasing to hear, but Tarzan had learned one thing it was that Hook would say whatever he needed to get what he wanted. If staying for the moment meant it got him what he wanted, then Hook stayed--but sooner or later he would leave and Tarzan planned to be there when it happened. "I didn't find it." He explained, sinseriouly. "I awoke and I was here. I thought I had been drugged until the others explained."
"I will stick with you." He told Hook, then reached a hand out to pat his shoulder, "Mate." That meant friend he learned. He was ignoring the part about not being able to get back. If they got here, they could get home. "This is not your first time here?" Meaning he had come, and gone, and came back--and could get him back home.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 25, 2015 2:17:39 GMT
Turning back from the mud, Tarzan found the man offering him a one of the coconuts he and thrown. Reaching for it, Tarzan looked at it then tossed it at the man's head once again, enjoying the sound of it bouncing off. Play like this was normal with his brothers, the apes.
The man wasn't looking at him so Tarzan leaned forward and sniffed the thing that covered the man. It was slick and the color of the night. Why did he wear it over himself? What purpose did it serve? Tarzan jerked on it to see how strong it was. How odd.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 18:38:40 GMT
Tarzan didn't understand the words but he did understand the anger there! Laughing to himself, he moved to a different tree, and watched as the man made fire! It was then he noticed he had an funny hand! How had he made fire? It mattered not, fire was going to get everyone killed! Tarzan swung down and landed on the ground.
Sometimes a storm would come and a fire would start. It would burn everything in it's path until the rain could put it out. Moving up to the man with the fire, Tarzan let out a hiss as he got close--a warning he was there--before reaching to take the fire so he could stick it in some near by mud to put it out.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 18:30:17 GMT
Hook turned and then held his hands out from him. Was that a show of being unarmed or a hug? Tarzan never could read what humans thought. He was human but he didn't feel it sometimes. Being it was Hook he doubted it was a hug. The man was dangerous, and while Tarzan wasn't afraid he would kill him, he had learned that Hook lied and he should proceed with caution.
Storybrooke. That was the name of this place. He wasn't sure what to say t the welcome, so he just stayed quite for a moment. "No ships, either." No gold, no ships. No way to get back to his island. "How are you planning to get back?" To wherever he was from. Tarzan wanted to go too, and from there get back to his island. There wasn't anything for him here.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 18:17:12 GMT
That made things difficult. He had learned that was often taught to children for fear of the evil of other humans out there. It was just a small reason that he preferred animals instead. "Can you nod to tell me if you are unhurt?" He tried, hoping that would at least get him an answer.
"I heard a man calling out back that way," He pointed, "Can we not be strangers long enough for me to take you too him?" Moving so he could face her directly, Tarzan balanced on his toes while looking into her face, "I mean you no harm." He hoped she believed him, because if not the only other thing he could think of was to leave her here and go to seek out the father to bring him here. "I am called John here, in this land, but where I am from I am called Tarzan."
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 1:44:32 GMT
 A child's scream made his eyes dart open, and Tarzan sit up. Blinking rapidly for a moment, he rolled tot he side and dropped from the tree. Pausing he looked around, trying to assess where the sound came from. In the distance, he could hear an adult voice: male, loud, panic. Too far from the scream which had been clearer, closer to him. Slowling his breathing, he waited for a sign, and then it came again--a scream. Bolting toward the sound, Tarzan ran toward it, trying to keep sound down as he did. but not bothering to hide it either in effort to get to the cry before whatever else was out there. He came to a clearing, and looked around again. Where. Where. Where. Hearing the scream again, he took off toward it. Not bothering to call out to her, so whatever was hunting her (and in these words surely something was hunting her) would not hear his approach.
When he drew in sight of her, he saw the girl and the boar. Boars were dangerous, fast, and could kill her painfully. Without pausing he ran toward her, scooping her up as he passed and shifted her so she could cling to his back like a baby money, "Hold!" He demanded, hoping she had the frame of mind to do so while he jumped up to grab a branch and pull them up. Pulling her from his neck, and sat her on the branch. "Are you hurt?" The angry boar would pass soon enough.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 1:32:45 GMT
 He knew what a boat was, even if he didn't know how to speak. Or not speak well. The only thing the last humans had taught him was his name. Tarzan. But he was not a boat. He was whatever they were. Only they walked on the ground only, and he was currently above them in the trees, moving with them as they walked around. Every now and then, a coconut would 'fall' on one of their heads, and Tarzan would duck back out of sight while laughing, and picking his next target.
They were causing so much noise, something was going to hear. Leopards owned these hunting grounds, which was why he wasn't on the ground. Sneeky bastards leopards were. They smelled too. Not like the forest, and not quite like the sea. They stood out. Loud, smelly, children. Picking another coconut, Tarzan chucked it at the man who lead them--the one dressed in the colors of the night--and aimed for his head before ducking back again.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 24, 2015 1:13:10 GMT
 This place was strange, and he felt uncomfortable here. Nothing smelled right, and nothing felt right. Everything was too thick, too close together, and there was no where to just breathe and be. You always had to be doing something and when you weren't people wondered why. It made them nervous when you told them you were not up to anything. Like that meant you really were and they didn't like it. People were weird. He didn't understand them.
Standing in the shadows he watched everyone scurry about, trying to decide if he wanted to risk going in for food or finding something himself out in the woods. Going in meant less work, but work didn't bother him. The taste of the wildlife here did. Nothing grew normal here. Not one damn banana tree!
Movement caught his eye, and he stepped back even more int he dark. Too late it seemed for the figure in blank had seem something move. Darting behind him, Tarzan--or John as the locals called him--ran deeper into the wood. Once their he kicked off of a tree and grabbed a branch high up, hoisting himself up to hide above. Sure enough, Hook followed into the woods. Grinning, Tarzan tilted his head one way, then the other while waiting to see if the man who had taken him from his island would leave.
When he did not, Tarzan silently lowered himself down behind Hook, and rested his feet on the ground. "There is no gold here." He said in his normal, slightly too loud tone. He could only assumed that was what he was after.
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Post by tarzan on Feb 23, 2015 2:06:52 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. John Clayton
.:Nick Name:. Tarzan
.:Affiliation:. None
.:Status:. Nobel Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Tarzan is Caucasian with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He keeps his hair shortly cropped and tends to have slight scruff on his face while maintaining well groomed and put together. He has a muscular build from years of, and continuous daily, vigorous training and stands tall at 6"1'. 20% of his body is covered in scar tissue, having second degree burns and scars from his time on the island and from his modern day activities.
.:Height:. 6"1'
.:Portrayed by:. Stephen Amell
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. With him, it's the law of the jungle. Kill or be killed. Tarzan, or Clayton, is both wise and naive. He has the ability to read body language of the animals to a fault. To know when they seek to cause harm, and when they are harmless. This ability or innate skill translates to humans in part, but humans have the ability that animals do not. They lie, and say things they don't mean. He fails to realize this in most cases.
Around humans his personality will reflect the people around him, as he tried to blend in. He never feels he gets it right, but he never fails to try. He is not a push over, but he knows he is not the strongest in mind here. It leads him to be more of a slight watcher, and when he does talk he often misses things like sarcasm, lies, and makes him gullible.
.:Strengths:. Acrobatics | Body strength | Slightly heightened since of hearing, smell, and taste based on having to rely on them for life / death for so many years (Not superhuman, just more in tune)
.:Weaknesses:. Can't read people as well as he thinks he can | Manners are lacking sometimes | Loneliness
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Unknown Island
.:Family:. Parents whom he does not know their names. He does not know if he has more family.
.:Occupation:. Bus boy at Killian's Bar
.:History:. His parents had been on a sea voyage, and during this trip the ship sank. Many made it to shore, but hunger and the local wild life killed them off one by one. Not before, his mother gave birth to a son. Abandoned by his parent's death, a local family of apes too him in and made him like one of their own.
Years later, a ship would come to dock at his shore, carrying with it explorers. It would be the first encounter that he would have with humans. There was even a girl, though he wouldn't know what to call her then. He interacted with them briefly, but an storm approaching, and fear of shipwreck made them leave, and he stayed behind.
Even more years later, there would be another boat, and this time they stayed. Hook, arrived and in effort to find out where some local treasure was, brought Tarzan under his wing and taught him to speak. This adventure would not only gain him the knowlage of human language, but get him off the island. Hook 'dropped him off' at the next dock, unknowingly loosing the gold as well as the stowaway.
Over the years, Tarzan would travel, looking for where he came from, and how to get back to his island that no one had even heard of. He didn't even know the name. He wasn't in the Forrest when the first curse came, but he was in the second. As Hook knows were his island is, he hopes to convince the man to take him back one day.
| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |
He blinked his eyes opened, and looked around lazily. The birds had woken him. Smiling he pushed from the beam he was laying on and climbed down the support beam from the top of the barn to the bottom. Hastily he hurried out before the local farmer found him and began running toward the main part of town. Once he got into town, he slowed, so not to drawl notice. On one hand everywhere here ran and ran, on the other they never seemed to be on their way to anywhere.
He paused before crossing the street to let one of the metal beats roar by, a sum of people inside it. Like a coach, but with no horses. And it hurt worse when it hit you. Lesson learned. Once clear, he jogged across the black rock called a road to get to the other side and push into the bar. A place that sold drinks, instead of the people going to find their own. 'Yer late! Do you know own a watch!' Yelled someone from deeper in side, "Not yet," He answered earnestly, not understanding he was in trouble.
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