i was far away

NOLAN LENNOX. THIRTY TWO. CARPENTER. i keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes and i keep running into strangers that say i know you. i try to wash my hands for you every night, oh, lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight.

[nolan-lennox]

misplaced and missing ;; OPEN

It took a lot to make Nolan angry, or at least anything close to it. Losing a tool when he was almost done with his job? Quite close to it. He quickly excused himself after explaining that he had somehow left the most vital of his tools back at the shop. Running a hand through his already too long and disheveled hair, he took off quickly towards his shop, a bag hoisted over his shoulder as he went. He nodded quickly at passerby's, but otherwise refused to slow his pace - the goal was to hopefully get back in time to be able to finish the job before it was much too dark. 

The man was very far from forgetful, and he had no idea how he had forgotten such important tools, and part of him was sure as hell that he hadn't forgotten a thing, and his steps were only going faster and faster as he went, wanting to get the job done as soon as possible, which he had promised he would do. His mind had still been lulling over what was even happening as he went, opening up his bag to make sure there were no holes in it that the tools could have possibly fallen out of. 

It was when he looked up that something gray caught his eye in between the grass and wood that lined the forest. "What the-" he cut himself off as he walked toward it, sure that he hadn't taken this path to work- yet there it was, one of the tools he needed to finish his job. Quickly picking it up, he placed it in his bag, eyebrows furrowing even more, continuing along the trail in front of him in case any of his other belongings popped up, half bent over and hoping no one noticed him in this odd situation.

[nolan-lennox]

OOC

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[nolan-lennox]

V I L L A G E R [ O P E N ]

“Tramp on the root and lean on the bark; worn as a boot, the fingers work hard. He leans on the tree by the path that he laid, the house that he built, the wall that he made.”

Nolan Lennox ↳ the pillar.

AGE: 32 OCCUPATION: Independent carpenter and woodcutter. FACECLAIM: Jake Gyllenhaal (flexible)

Basics:

For the first five years of his life, Nolan Lennox’s parents were convinced he was a mute. But the stoic and quiet boy was simply better at letting his actions speak for him, never finding himself very apt with words. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t bright; his intelligence showed through in other areas. He was always good with his hands, learning the trade of carpentry directly from his father and helping the man with the houses and buildings he constructed.

Now he not only works as a carpenter, but is often called upon as a general handyman by many people in the village. He’s a very hardworking and trustworthy individual; when Nolan gives his word it is always a promise. 

His faith in the Gods has always been understated but unwavering; his father taught him all the stories, taught him that the importance of honoring the Gods was not just through festivals and rituals, but through respect of the Forest and all of it’s inhabitants. But even he has had his moments of questioning their fairness; several years ago, he lost his older brother in a mining accident. The other miner who was with his brother in the same passageway miraculously escaped, but his brother was not so fortunate.

Connections:

Roman Birch was in the same tunnel as Nolan’s brother when the collapse happened. The other man was a close friend of his brother’s and though they haven’t had much contact before or after the accident, Nolan knows that Roman still feels guilty about being the one who survived. He doesn’t blame him for what happened, though he doesn’t know the full story of what transpired, either. Recently, Roman’s younger brother Jacob has become Nolan’s carpentry apprentice.

Nolan isn’t aware of the twin faunesses Mya and Lya that like to shadow him when he takes trip into the Forest, but strange things have been catching his attention- footprints in the moss, giggles in the dark, his posessions turning up in the Forest where they don’t belong. As their tricks grow bolder, his patience grows thinner.