Post by thewicked on Sept 4, 2006 19:43:38 GMT -5
Character Name: Delano (Delano: of the night)
Age: Roughly 20 turns
Gender: Male
Previous Position: N/A
Current Position: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: When standing upright, Delano is roughly 6”1’ tall. He has chestnut brown hair that falls in large ringlets around his shoulders. His complexion is no longer fair, attributed to the many scars and calluses his body adorns. He has haunting green eyes that are set back into his hollow face. His jaw is slightly crooked from being broken. Delano is very broad and bear-like in his features. His everyday attire consists of a long, black leather jerkin, a travelling cloak, and riding boots. When wielding his sword, Delano wears his gauntlets, greaves, and a rapier.
Personality: Delano is a quiet character that draws his emotions inside of him. He hates the politics in society, but loves them at the same time simply because politics kills. He would appear to have a heart of stone. He is very cold, and likes to get straight down to business. Delano was never one for small talk and petty conversations. When he sets himself a goal, he averts all of his energy to that particular task until it is complete. He is loyal to no one. He is quite willing to stab his employer in the back if offered higher pay. He respects no one and is known for being merciless. Delano is also very vengeful. If cheated of pay he will hunt his employer down and force them to pay double or else a simple slip of a blade…
History: Delano’s past was riddled with misery, rejection, and failure. As a babe, Delano already created fear in his parents. When he was born, not a single cry tore from his lips as he was ripped from the warmth of his mother’s womb. Although this seemed strange, his mother, Taryn, insisted that it not be a bad sign and she accepted the young boy in a loving embrace and gave him the name Adair. Four turns later, on an ordinary day, Adair was helping his father, Acuzio, with an injured runnerbeast. Acuzio’s favourite animal had become lame and could barely stand. Acuzio was called away from the animal, briefly, to talk to a neighbour about the situation. At this point, Adair found a small blade lying on a table and snatched it up and went over to the injured animal. When Acuzio returned, he found the runnerbeast sprawled on the ground in a pool of its own blood. He found a long slit through the beast’s neck where the blood stemmed from and Adair with the blade that had the fresh crimson liquid covering it. Acuzio refused to listen to Adair’s feeble pleads. His parent’s locked him in the cellar until they decided what to do with him. In the end, without a word of love or parting, just disgusted and solemn faces, they gave him a cloak, a small basket of bread, and sent him away to live with a young widow in a village two days ride away.
Adair, feeling lost and betrayed, had no choice but to find refuge in the widow’s home. He soon found that the lady and he had much in common. They never talked about the bloody event that haunted Adair’s past, they just worked the fields and the gardens together, living off the earth with very little contact with the outside world. Adair grew very fond of the lady, fore she treated him like the son she had never been able to bear. She never chastised him for acting the way he did as long as he aided her with the farm.
It had been fifteen hard worked turns since Delano had left the ruin of his parent’s home to stay with the widow, Mabel. Delano sat quietly at his caregiver’s bedside, a damp rag in his hand. She had fallen ill two days ago and had been reduced to a near vegetative state ever since. Mabel had been ostracised from the small village after her husband had died, forcing her to relocate far out in the countryside, two hard days’ ride away from any civilization. This created a problem for receiving any medical assistance. Mabel’s head was hot with fever, and Delano had spent nearly every moment at her side, mopping her head and tipping warm klah down her parched throat. She would remain immobile throughout all his treatment, and Delano became desperate in his despair. When no signs of recovery were found, he had set up the tattered white flag that signified a healer was needed. He had waited, day and night, for a dragonrider to see the flag and help with his sick maiden.
It became evident by the third eve that no one was coming. The dragonriders had failed him. Mabel’s condition had worsened. She began to gag every time he tried to get liquid down her throat. There was no choice. At that point, Delano needed to take the risk and try to transport her to the nearest healer.
He harnessed two of the youngest runnerbeasts (not that they were youthful) to an old cart and carefully, wrapped in blankets, lay the widow in it. Delano drove the beasts hard throughout the day and night, stopping only briefly to give the beasts a rest and to check on Mabel. She had grown so pale.
Finally, after hours of painful riding, Delano spotted the small glows illuminating the small village in the evening of the second day. He remembered from the few times they had travelled to the village for supplies the home that the healer lived in and quickly guided the drained and stumbling runnerbeasts to his doorstep.
Delano waited outside, pacing back and forth in his restlessness as the healer tended to his caregiver inside. When a silhouette appeared in the doorway, Delano paused. As he looked to the dishevelled healer, his heart melted inside of him. ‘It was too late,’ the healer had told him in a sombre voice. ‘Perhaps a day, maybe two could have saved her.’
Delano ran. He ran fast and hard. He ran without turning to look back. He ran from his demons, his failure, his broken soul. He only stopped when he couldn’t breathe. He lay on the ground, heaving in his internal pain. His lungs felt raw… but not as raw as his heart. He half-expected to look down and see a whole in his chest where his heart had been torn out from his pain was so great. Mabel… the dear woman who had given him a safe home… where he was not judged, just cared for like his parents’ never could. It was at this point, when Delano’s mind altered. He twisted his failure in himself to a loathing of those who had failed to aid him. The Dragonriders! They were the ones who had caused the death of his caregiver. They had ignored his flag… They ignored his plea for help… Delano clenched his fists and smashed them on the ground beside him. A burning sensation crawled up his throat and flickered in his hazel eyes. He would kill them… He would hunt them down. Why did they come back, anyways? Everything was peaceful before they returned… It seemed a dark cloud had grown over Pern at their arrival… A cloud that Delano wished to remove from Pern forever. Thus he became a bounty hunter.
Position in Family: Oldest child (His family decided to have another to replace the one they lost)
Special Requests Application Reason: Delano has about six firelizards.
RP History: Oooh… roughly… 4 years.
Familiarity with Pern: Read about 7 of the books… I think.
Age: Roughly 20 turns
Gender: Male
Previous Position: N/A
Current Position: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: When standing upright, Delano is roughly 6”1’ tall. He has chestnut brown hair that falls in large ringlets around his shoulders. His complexion is no longer fair, attributed to the many scars and calluses his body adorns. He has haunting green eyes that are set back into his hollow face. His jaw is slightly crooked from being broken. Delano is very broad and bear-like in his features. His everyday attire consists of a long, black leather jerkin, a travelling cloak, and riding boots. When wielding his sword, Delano wears his gauntlets, greaves, and a rapier.
Personality: Delano is a quiet character that draws his emotions inside of him. He hates the politics in society, but loves them at the same time simply because politics kills. He would appear to have a heart of stone. He is very cold, and likes to get straight down to business. Delano was never one for small talk and petty conversations. When he sets himself a goal, he averts all of his energy to that particular task until it is complete. He is loyal to no one. He is quite willing to stab his employer in the back if offered higher pay. He respects no one and is known for being merciless. Delano is also very vengeful. If cheated of pay he will hunt his employer down and force them to pay double or else a simple slip of a blade…
History: Delano’s past was riddled with misery, rejection, and failure. As a babe, Delano already created fear in his parents. When he was born, not a single cry tore from his lips as he was ripped from the warmth of his mother’s womb. Although this seemed strange, his mother, Taryn, insisted that it not be a bad sign and she accepted the young boy in a loving embrace and gave him the name Adair. Four turns later, on an ordinary day, Adair was helping his father, Acuzio, with an injured runnerbeast. Acuzio’s favourite animal had become lame and could barely stand. Acuzio was called away from the animal, briefly, to talk to a neighbour about the situation. At this point, Adair found a small blade lying on a table and snatched it up and went over to the injured animal. When Acuzio returned, he found the runnerbeast sprawled on the ground in a pool of its own blood. He found a long slit through the beast’s neck where the blood stemmed from and Adair with the blade that had the fresh crimson liquid covering it. Acuzio refused to listen to Adair’s feeble pleads. His parent’s locked him in the cellar until they decided what to do with him. In the end, without a word of love or parting, just disgusted and solemn faces, they gave him a cloak, a small basket of bread, and sent him away to live with a young widow in a village two days ride away.
Adair, feeling lost and betrayed, had no choice but to find refuge in the widow’s home. He soon found that the lady and he had much in common. They never talked about the bloody event that haunted Adair’s past, they just worked the fields and the gardens together, living off the earth with very little contact with the outside world. Adair grew very fond of the lady, fore she treated him like the son she had never been able to bear. She never chastised him for acting the way he did as long as he aided her with the farm.
It had been fifteen hard worked turns since Delano had left the ruin of his parent’s home to stay with the widow, Mabel. Delano sat quietly at his caregiver’s bedside, a damp rag in his hand. She had fallen ill two days ago and had been reduced to a near vegetative state ever since. Mabel had been ostracised from the small village after her husband had died, forcing her to relocate far out in the countryside, two hard days’ ride away from any civilization. This created a problem for receiving any medical assistance. Mabel’s head was hot with fever, and Delano had spent nearly every moment at her side, mopping her head and tipping warm klah down her parched throat. She would remain immobile throughout all his treatment, and Delano became desperate in his despair. When no signs of recovery were found, he had set up the tattered white flag that signified a healer was needed. He had waited, day and night, for a dragonrider to see the flag and help with his sick maiden.
It became evident by the third eve that no one was coming. The dragonriders had failed him. Mabel’s condition had worsened. She began to gag every time he tried to get liquid down her throat. There was no choice. At that point, Delano needed to take the risk and try to transport her to the nearest healer.
He harnessed two of the youngest runnerbeasts (not that they were youthful) to an old cart and carefully, wrapped in blankets, lay the widow in it. Delano drove the beasts hard throughout the day and night, stopping only briefly to give the beasts a rest and to check on Mabel. She had grown so pale.
Finally, after hours of painful riding, Delano spotted the small glows illuminating the small village in the evening of the second day. He remembered from the few times they had travelled to the village for supplies the home that the healer lived in and quickly guided the drained and stumbling runnerbeasts to his doorstep.
Delano waited outside, pacing back and forth in his restlessness as the healer tended to his caregiver inside. When a silhouette appeared in the doorway, Delano paused. As he looked to the dishevelled healer, his heart melted inside of him. ‘It was too late,’ the healer had told him in a sombre voice. ‘Perhaps a day, maybe two could have saved her.’
Delano ran. He ran fast and hard. He ran without turning to look back. He ran from his demons, his failure, his broken soul. He only stopped when he couldn’t breathe. He lay on the ground, heaving in his internal pain. His lungs felt raw… but not as raw as his heart. He half-expected to look down and see a whole in his chest where his heart had been torn out from his pain was so great. Mabel… the dear woman who had given him a safe home… where he was not judged, just cared for like his parents’ never could. It was at this point, when Delano’s mind altered. He twisted his failure in himself to a loathing of those who had failed to aid him. The Dragonriders! They were the ones who had caused the death of his caregiver. They had ignored his flag… They ignored his plea for help… Delano clenched his fists and smashed them on the ground beside him. A burning sensation crawled up his throat and flickered in his hazel eyes. He would kill them… He would hunt them down. Why did they come back, anyways? Everything was peaceful before they returned… It seemed a dark cloud had grown over Pern at their arrival… A cloud that Delano wished to remove from Pern forever. Thus he became a bounty hunter.
Position in Family: Oldest child (His family decided to have another to replace the one they lost)
Special Requests Application Reason: Delano has about six firelizards.
RP History: Oooh… roughly… 4 years.
Familiarity with Pern: Read about 7 of the books… I think.