Post by D'gellin on May 13, 2008 21:12:28 GMT -5
Figured I'd get this guy out and ready for when I'm up to speed on activity. I remember putting off posting this for some...reason...But I can't remember what the problem was sooo...XD;; Well anyway HERE HE IS. Da-da-daaa!
Name: Fallen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Trader
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance:
Fallen is fairly tall (around six foot four) and average in weight with wiry muscles. His platinum blonde hair is short and spiked, soft bangs brushing just above burning coal-colored eyes. His skin is a natural ivory, difficult to tan despite the great amount of time spent outdoors, and his face is sprinkled with light bronze freckles. His expressions are sharp and severe, brows often pulled over his intense eyes which contrast so sharply with his fair complexion and hair. His fairly deep voice is surprisingly soft, a murmuring lull. He is visibly uncomfortable in tight surroundings. Fallen walks with confidence though he is unable to completely cover a slight limp from a damaged left leg. Those that stand close enough might detect a faint but pleasant scent of fresh pine.
Personality:
Fallen is first and foremost a rebel. Independent and stubborn, he knows what he wants (and more importantly what he doesn't want) and refuses to bend to others' wills. When it comes to his own personal ethics, he's severe and unmoving, preferring to fight as opposed to giving in to new ideas, as he tends to have an aversion to anything outside his given 'norms'. He's brutally honest and won't stand for anyone lying to him, seeing it as a cowardly escape. Although Fallen has a relatively cool and aloof personality, given to be untrusting and cautious around new people, he's not a mean person per say. He can carry on civil, even amicable, conversations. It's simply that people must earn his respect before he'll give it, and that's something he doesn't disperse lightly. The careful wall he's built up between himself and others stems from a great apprehension towards commitment. Fallen is a listener by nature, often choosing to observe rather than get involved in casual conversations (Although he'll eagerly jump into a debate). Perhaps because of this he is able to pick up on things that others might overlook.
It should be noted about Fallen that he doesn't have any care for dragons or Riders. Not understanding why anyone should tithe to a group of phantoms who forced themselves uselessly upon a Thread-free Pern, he's been known to openly protest their presence. His outlook was not helped when forced into candidacy. Harboring a now personal bitterness towards Araelen, he has no desire to Impress a dragon and lacks any inclination to hold his angry tongue.
History:
Being the first son of Master and Journeyman Weavers Marus and Haylen of Southern Boll Hold, Fallen's future had been sealed from the beginning; a Weaver to follow in his parents' footsteps. And for a time he got along well with this idea. He enjoyed weaving, where his fingers would fly and his mind could wonder. He was good at it too. But over the turns his stubborn rebel blood began to scream against his impending future. His parents began to build up ideals and expectations that Fallen didn't believe he could fulfill. And the concept of being shackled to one place when there was a whole world to see was terrifying. Why would he want to condemn himself? But when he brought up his uncertainties with his parents, they were less than pleased, and the conversation quickly boiled into a heated argument. Though Fallen ended the conversation and put on a show of compliance, he always kept his eyes open for an opportunity to escape.
He found this escape in the form of a Trader train that came through when he was fourteen turns old. Fallen eagerly accompanied his father on the two-day journey to Hold Gar to see the goods brought. Fascinated by the freedom of these Traders' lives, Fallen decided right then and there that this was the profession he wished to have. But his parents were still immobile about him being a weaver, and there was no way for him to convince the Traders' to take him on as an apprentice, unsure as he was if that was even possible. So, stealing off into the night with his runnerbeast, Kiris, and his father's own runnerbeast, Milo, Fallen disappeared from home. As he had no personal experience with Trading and was still rather young, Fallen improvised, offering to carry messages or smaller packages to other Holds. He was unable to carry large items or great amounts, but because he was not part of a train and was unhampered by the lumbering burdenbeasts, he was a faster source of trade. In this way, Fallen was finally free of his parents and a small-horizon world. He traveled his own routes, going to different places more for his own pleasure as opposed to what would offer more marks. If marks were an issue, he would offer to do odd-jobs at the many different Holds he stopped at. It wasn't a particularly easy life. Though he knew enough about Southern survival skills to keep him safe, that didn't protect him from all dangers like renegades or a particularly ferocious feline which he barely escaped. The conflict left him with a damaged left leg and a slight limp. But despite the close calls and sometimes missing the company of other people during longer expeditions, Fallen wouldn't trade his new life for anything.
When the Dragonriders suddenly appeared and began racking in tithes from the Holds, Fallen was abruptly indignant. He could only think what nerve they had to suddenly force themselves on hardworking people, especially when Thread fell no more. The eighteen-turn-old could be found in many a heated discussion with people over the unwanted draconic guardians. So when one such awful creature swooped down on the Hold that Fallen was visiting and singled out him (of all people!) he was furious. But as candidates were currently in short supply, the rebellious young man was forcibly and bodily taken away to candidacy. Now add to the mix that he had to pay off someone to ride his runnerbeasts over to Celos Sea Hold. And then have them ferried across to Araelen. Needless to say, Fallen wasn't happy. He designed to look for any way to escape this new fate, claiming he'd Stand only to pacify the Riders’ bizarre attention towards him and then leave. After all, he had no interest in the dragons so why should he Impress? It was only a matter of waiting out the next Hatching...
Position in Family: Eldest son
Pets:
Kiris the runnerbeast. Spritely and agile, Kiris is built for speed rather than stamina. He has a custard colored hide with white socks and a white mane. Although he's loyal and easy to handle, he's easily spooked by the intimidating dragons.
Milo the runnerbeast. Though not as fast or young as Kiris, Milo is more powerful, able to carry heavier burdens, an asset for Fallen's trading. He's a deep chocolate color with a black mane and nose. Although the dragons are naturally intimidating, Milo doesn't react with as much drama as Kiris.
Alignment: (Loyalist? Rebel?) Rebel
Desired Dragon Colour: Aaaanything you think would be appropriate for him. :3
Reason for this Preference: I like the surprise! And I hate choosing. XD;
Syllable Numbers for Name: No preference~~
Preferred Dragon Ability: No preference~~
EDIT: Runnerbeast ferry! Little note in the history added for the sake of the beasties.
Name: Fallen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Trader
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance:
Fallen is fairly tall (around six foot four) and average in weight with wiry muscles. His platinum blonde hair is short and spiked, soft bangs brushing just above burning coal-colored eyes. His skin is a natural ivory, difficult to tan despite the great amount of time spent outdoors, and his face is sprinkled with light bronze freckles. His expressions are sharp and severe, brows often pulled over his intense eyes which contrast so sharply with his fair complexion and hair. His fairly deep voice is surprisingly soft, a murmuring lull. He is visibly uncomfortable in tight surroundings. Fallen walks with confidence though he is unable to completely cover a slight limp from a damaged left leg. Those that stand close enough might detect a faint but pleasant scent of fresh pine.
Personality:
Fallen is first and foremost a rebel. Independent and stubborn, he knows what he wants (and more importantly what he doesn't want) and refuses to bend to others' wills. When it comes to his own personal ethics, he's severe and unmoving, preferring to fight as opposed to giving in to new ideas, as he tends to have an aversion to anything outside his given 'norms'. He's brutally honest and won't stand for anyone lying to him, seeing it as a cowardly escape. Although Fallen has a relatively cool and aloof personality, given to be untrusting and cautious around new people, he's not a mean person per say. He can carry on civil, even amicable, conversations. It's simply that people must earn his respect before he'll give it, and that's something he doesn't disperse lightly. The careful wall he's built up between himself and others stems from a great apprehension towards commitment. Fallen is a listener by nature, often choosing to observe rather than get involved in casual conversations (Although he'll eagerly jump into a debate). Perhaps because of this he is able to pick up on things that others might overlook.
It should be noted about Fallen that he doesn't have any care for dragons or Riders. Not understanding why anyone should tithe to a group of phantoms who forced themselves uselessly upon a Thread-free Pern, he's been known to openly protest their presence. His outlook was not helped when forced into candidacy. Harboring a now personal bitterness towards Araelen, he has no desire to Impress a dragon and lacks any inclination to hold his angry tongue.
History:
Being the first son of Master and Journeyman Weavers Marus and Haylen of Southern Boll Hold, Fallen's future had been sealed from the beginning; a Weaver to follow in his parents' footsteps. And for a time he got along well with this idea. He enjoyed weaving, where his fingers would fly and his mind could wonder. He was good at it too. But over the turns his stubborn rebel blood began to scream against his impending future. His parents began to build up ideals and expectations that Fallen didn't believe he could fulfill. And the concept of being shackled to one place when there was a whole world to see was terrifying. Why would he want to condemn himself? But when he brought up his uncertainties with his parents, they were less than pleased, and the conversation quickly boiled into a heated argument. Though Fallen ended the conversation and put on a show of compliance, he always kept his eyes open for an opportunity to escape.
He found this escape in the form of a Trader train that came through when he was fourteen turns old. Fallen eagerly accompanied his father on the two-day journey to Hold Gar to see the goods brought. Fascinated by the freedom of these Traders' lives, Fallen decided right then and there that this was the profession he wished to have. But his parents were still immobile about him being a weaver, and there was no way for him to convince the Traders' to take him on as an apprentice, unsure as he was if that was even possible. So, stealing off into the night with his runnerbeast, Kiris, and his father's own runnerbeast, Milo, Fallen disappeared from home. As he had no personal experience with Trading and was still rather young, Fallen improvised, offering to carry messages or smaller packages to other Holds. He was unable to carry large items or great amounts, but because he was not part of a train and was unhampered by the lumbering burdenbeasts, he was a faster source of trade. In this way, Fallen was finally free of his parents and a small-horizon world. He traveled his own routes, going to different places more for his own pleasure as opposed to what would offer more marks. If marks were an issue, he would offer to do odd-jobs at the many different Holds he stopped at. It wasn't a particularly easy life. Though he knew enough about Southern survival skills to keep him safe, that didn't protect him from all dangers like renegades or a particularly ferocious feline which he barely escaped. The conflict left him with a damaged left leg and a slight limp. But despite the close calls and sometimes missing the company of other people during longer expeditions, Fallen wouldn't trade his new life for anything.
When the Dragonriders suddenly appeared and began racking in tithes from the Holds, Fallen was abruptly indignant. He could only think what nerve they had to suddenly force themselves on hardworking people, especially when Thread fell no more. The eighteen-turn-old could be found in many a heated discussion with people over the unwanted draconic guardians. So when one such awful creature swooped down on the Hold that Fallen was visiting and singled out him (of all people!) he was furious. But as candidates were currently in short supply, the rebellious young man was forcibly and bodily taken away to candidacy. Now add to the mix that he had to pay off someone to ride his runnerbeasts over to Celos Sea Hold. And then have them ferried across to Araelen. Needless to say, Fallen wasn't happy. He designed to look for any way to escape this new fate, claiming he'd Stand only to pacify the Riders’ bizarre attention towards him and then leave. After all, he had no interest in the dragons so why should he Impress? It was only a matter of waiting out the next Hatching...
Position in Family: Eldest son
Pets:
Kiris the runnerbeast. Spritely and agile, Kiris is built for speed rather than stamina. He has a custard colored hide with white socks and a white mane. Although he's loyal and easy to handle, he's easily spooked by the intimidating dragons.
Milo the runnerbeast. Though not as fast or young as Kiris, Milo is more powerful, able to carry heavier burdens, an asset for Fallen's trading. He's a deep chocolate color with a black mane and nose. Although the dragons are naturally intimidating, Milo doesn't react with as much drama as Kiris.
Alignment: (Loyalist? Rebel?) Rebel
Desired Dragon Colour: Aaaanything you think would be appropriate for him. :3
Reason for this Preference: I like the surprise! And I hate choosing. XD;
Syllable Numbers for Name: No preference~~
Preferred Dragon Ability: No preference~~
EDIT: Runnerbeast ferry! Little note in the history added for the sake of the beasties.