Post by M'kel on Jun 3, 2010 20:01:54 GMT -5
Character Name: Dirkov
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Preference: Both
Previous Position: Journeyman Healer
Current Position: Dragon Candidate
Appearance: Sharp, considering blue eyes peer out from beneath a shock of black hair, their gaze both penetrating and guarded. The straight black hair also frames the rest of his face, though it cuts off abruptly just below his ears. A shag look, he thinks it makes him look more mysterious, as the bangs require him to constantly brush them back. His nose is narrow and sharp as a point, and his face is equally slender.
Narrow shoulders top off a small frame, as Dirkov only reaches 5’8”. His arms are strong, though not visibly muscular, from Turns of practicing his Craft. His skin is light-coloured but not pale or pasty, and he has no remarkable features to speak of.
Personality: There is nothing warm or welcoming about Dirkov, for he is as standoff-ish in person as his dark image suggests. He has carefully groomed himself to give that impression, for he’s not interested in anyone thinking otherwise. After all, if he wants to talk to someone, he’ll do it. He doesn’t want anyone approaching him who isn’t welcome.
Not to say that Dirkov isn’t a sociable creature, for he is actually well-versed in the art of interaction. It is simply a matter of choice; he only ever initiates conversations for a reason. Everything is planned. He manipulates and twists, flatters and criticizes, all without a change in his smirking expression. His confidence never wavers, and he is both purposeful and determined.
When plans don’t go quite right, however, Dirkov’s truly dark side surfaces. He can be downright malicious, even cruel, and he cares little for the feelings of others. He is a hardened shell, immune to hurt, or so he’d like to believe. Thus, Dirkov lashes out before anyone can strike at him, if necessary.
History: His mother, Mavya, was a youthful and innocent daughter of an unimportant Holder when she was married off to a charming yet brooding Journeyman Smith. She had envisioned a life of happiness and peace in their little cothold on the plains, but the then 15-Turn old girl quickly learned otherwise once the marriage was made official. Dirrek's warmth and charm vanished, leaving only his dark and brooding nature, and Mavya soon learned of the real reason for his choosing to settle down. At 24, Dirrek had been waiting to walk the tables to Master for 7 Turns, and it had been suggested to him that the Smith Hall would like to see him in a more permanent and homely setting, with a proper home and wife. It quickly became evident to Mavya that this was not the life Dirrek would ever have chosen for himself, however.
It began with the late-night disappearances. Some days, Dirrek wouldn't come home at all from the Hall, leaving Mavya sitting alone at their small table while the dinner she'd carefully prepared grew cold. The nights fast turned into week-long excursions, but Mavya excused the strange behaviour as a man committed to his work. It was only a Turn into their marriage, when one of the Masters came from the Hall to ask after Dirrek, that Mavya found out the truth. She had been waiting for her husband to return after a particularly long disappearance, anxious to share the news of her first pregnancy, when the Master informed her that Dirrek had been sent to a cothold not an hour's ride away for a task that should have only taken half a sevenday's work.
She confronted him upon his return, and Dirrek didn't even bother to lie. He had always been a wandering soul, he explained to her. He couldn't settle down in one place for long, and especially not with one woman. If he wanted to visit a distant Hold and chose to stay for a while, enjoying himself with a woman he found there, then it was none of her business.
Thus, Dirkov was born into a home of darkness, hurt, and despair. His childhood was not entirely bleak, however. Despite her bitterness and confusion, Mavya strove to be an attentive and loving mother, giving her son the confidence and security she so lacked. He was a bold and inquisitive youth, social with other children in the area, and mostly content. He might have remained entirely immune to his father's life choices if Dirrek's wishes had come true and he'd risen to Master. But life didn’t turn out that way for the family; it soon became apparent to everyone at the Smith Hall that Dirrek's stagnancy in Journeyman status was a result of his poor work ethic rather than lifestyle, as he'd previously thought. Even though he had married and fathered a child, as it had been suggested to him, he continued to shirk duties by staying away from the Hall for such long periods and taking far longer to complete jobs than the time allotted.
Rather than renew his commitment to his Craft, however, Dirrek demonstrated his true nature and became even worse. He was angry and bitter now, resentful of the seeming discrimination. He began drinking more often and lashing out at Mavya whenever he was home. Dirkov had always idolized his father, so he couldn't understand why the man had become so violent towards Mavya. The only thing he could assume was that his mother was failing somehow, for there could be no other reason for Dirrek's rage. Thus, rather than risk the hurt and betrayal he might feel by pitying his mother for cruelty at his father's hands, Dirkov began to resent her. She was weak, the way she groveled at his father's feet, the way she slunk around the house whenever he was home. He began to model his father, disdainful, controlling, and ordering his mother around. Mavya was heartbroken. Dirrek, on the other hand, barely noticed. He'd always enjoyed his son's spirit but had never really taken an interest in the boy's life. After all, he'd fathered numerous children over the years; this was the only one he'd maintained any form of contact with. Still, he was proud of the boy's bold spirit and encouraged him to enter a Craft that would allow him to advance and attain the power Dirrek never had.
Thus, at 12 Turns, Dirkov entered the Healer Hall. His slender build dissuaded him from entering a more physical Craft, and the young boy wasn’t interested in manual labour, anyways. Becoming a Healer seemed contrary to his general disdain for others, but at the same time, it would give him power over life itself. The idea fascinated Dirkov, so he pursued his studies with fervor. Making friends was a low priority for the boy. Forming attachments no longer held any appeal after his experiences at home.
By 16 Turns, he walked the tables to Journeyman status and was able to venture forth from the Hall. Assigned to a distant Minor Hold, it was shortly after that that dragons arrived on Search.
Position in Family: Unknown, as his father has had many one-time partners over his life – of the family he lives with, he is an only child
Pets: None
Weyr: Ikros
Dragon's Name: N/A
Dragon Colour: N/A
Dragon Personality: N/A
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Special Requests Application reason: N/A
RP History: Half my life now, wahaha!
Familiarity with Pern: Oh, we’re very well acquainted.
How you found out about our site: Le maker
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Blue or Brown
Reason for this Preference: He needs a dragon who is as dark as he is, and he’d be matched better with a blue or brown than a green. As for bronze, his orientation wouldn’t allow it, and I would be worried about what he’d do with the power!
Syllable Numbers for Name: 2 or 3
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: A, K, R
For Dragonriders and Dragon Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Search/Rescue, Agility
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Preference: Both
Previous Position: Journeyman Healer
Current Position: Dragon Candidate
Appearance: Sharp, considering blue eyes peer out from beneath a shock of black hair, their gaze both penetrating and guarded. The straight black hair also frames the rest of his face, though it cuts off abruptly just below his ears. A shag look, he thinks it makes him look more mysterious, as the bangs require him to constantly brush them back. His nose is narrow and sharp as a point, and his face is equally slender.
Narrow shoulders top off a small frame, as Dirkov only reaches 5’8”. His arms are strong, though not visibly muscular, from Turns of practicing his Craft. His skin is light-coloured but not pale or pasty, and he has no remarkable features to speak of.
Personality: There is nothing warm or welcoming about Dirkov, for he is as standoff-ish in person as his dark image suggests. He has carefully groomed himself to give that impression, for he’s not interested in anyone thinking otherwise. After all, if he wants to talk to someone, he’ll do it. He doesn’t want anyone approaching him who isn’t welcome.
Not to say that Dirkov isn’t a sociable creature, for he is actually well-versed in the art of interaction. It is simply a matter of choice; he only ever initiates conversations for a reason. Everything is planned. He manipulates and twists, flatters and criticizes, all without a change in his smirking expression. His confidence never wavers, and he is both purposeful and determined.
When plans don’t go quite right, however, Dirkov’s truly dark side surfaces. He can be downright malicious, even cruel, and he cares little for the feelings of others. He is a hardened shell, immune to hurt, or so he’d like to believe. Thus, Dirkov lashes out before anyone can strike at him, if necessary.
History: His mother, Mavya, was a youthful and innocent daughter of an unimportant Holder when she was married off to a charming yet brooding Journeyman Smith. She had envisioned a life of happiness and peace in their little cothold on the plains, but the then 15-Turn old girl quickly learned otherwise once the marriage was made official. Dirrek's warmth and charm vanished, leaving only his dark and brooding nature, and Mavya soon learned of the real reason for his choosing to settle down. At 24, Dirrek had been waiting to walk the tables to Master for 7 Turns, and it had been suggested to him that the Smith Hall would like to see him in a more permanent and homely setting, with a proper home and wife. It quickly became evident to Mavya that this was not the life Dirrek would ever have chosen for himself, however.
It began with the late-night disappearances. Some days, Dirrek wouldn't come home at all from the Hall, leaving Mavya sitting alone at their small table while the dinner she'd carefully prepared grew cold. The nights fast turned into week-long excursions, but Mavya excused the strange behaviour as a man committed to his work. It was only a Turn into their marriage, when one of the Masters came from the Hall to ask after Dirrek, that Mavya found out the truth. She had been waiting for her husband to return after a particularly long disappearance, anxious to share the news of her first pregnancy, when the Master informed her that Dirrek had been sent to a cothold not an hour's ride away for a task that should have only taken half a sevenday's work.
She confronted him upon his return, and Dirrek didn't even bother to lie. He had always been a wandering soul, he explained to her. He couldn't settle down in one place for long, and especially not with one woman. If he wanted to visit a distant Hold and chose to stay for a while, enjoying himself with a woman he found there, then it was none of her business.
Thus, Dirkov was born into a home of darkness, hurt, and despair. His childhood was not entirely bleak, however. Despite her bitterness and confusion, Mavya strove to be an attentive and loving mother, giving her son the confidence and security she so lacked. He was a bold and inquisitive youth, social with other children in the area, and mostly content. He might have remained entirely immune to his father's life choices if Dirrek's wishes had come true and he'd risen to Master. But life didn’t turn out that way for the family; it soon became apparent to everyone at the Smith Hall that Dirrek's stagnancy in Journeyman status was a result of his poor work ethic rather than lifestyle, as he'd previously thought. Even though he had married and fathered a child, as it had been suggested to him, he continued to shirk duties by staying away from the Hall for such long periods and taking far longer to complete jobs than the time allotted.
Rather than renew his commitment to his Craft, however, Dirrek demonstrated his true nature and became even worse. He was angry and bitter now, resentful of the seeming discrimination. He began drinking more often and lashing out at Mavya whenever he was home. Dirkov had always idolized his father, so he couldn't understand why the man had become so violent towards Mavya. The only thing he could assume was that his mother was failing somehow, for there could be no other reason for Dirrek's rage. Thus, rather than risk the hurt and betrayal he might feel by pitying his mother for cruelty at his father's hands, Dirkov began to resent her. She was weak, the way she groveled at his father's feet, the way she slunk around the house whenever he was home. He began to model his father, disdainful, controlling, and ordering his mother around. Mavya was heartbroken. Dirrek, on the other hand, barely noticed. He'd always enjoyed his son's spirit but had never really taken an interest in the boy's life. After all, he'd fathered numerous children over the years; this was the only one he'd maintained any form of contact with. Still, he was proud of the boy's bold spirit and encouraged him to enter a Craft that would allow him to advance and attain the power Dirrek never had.
Thus, at 12 Turns, Dirkov entered the Healer Hall. His slender build dissuaded him from entering a more physical Craft, and the young boy wasn’t interested in manual labour, anyways. Becoming a Healer seemed contrary to his general disdain for others, but at the same time, it would give him power over life itself. The idea fascinated Dirkov, so he pursued his studies with fervor. Making friends was a low priority for the boy. Forming attachments no longer held any appeal after his experiences at home.
By 16 Turns, he walked the tables to Journeyman status and was able to venture forth from the Hall. Assigned to a distant Minor Hold, it was shortly after that that dragons arrived on Search.
Position in Family: Unknown, as his father has had many one-time partners over his life – of the family he lives with, he is an only child
Pets: None
Weyr: Ikros
Dragon's Name: N/A
Dragon Colour: N/A
Dragon Personality: N/A
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Special Requests Application reason: N/A
RP History: Half my life now, wahaha!
Familiarity with Pern: Oh, we’re very well acquainted.
How you found out about our site: Le maker
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Blue or Brown
Reason for this Preference: He needs a dragon who is as dark as he is, and he’d be matched better with a blue or brown than a green. As for bronze, his orientation wouldn’t allow it, and I would be worried about what he’d do with the power!
Syllable Numbers for Name: 2 or 3
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: A, K, R
For Dragonriders and Dragon Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Search/Rescue, Agility
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