Post by bleedtearsofshame on Jul 17, 2007 19:18:19 GMT -5
Name: Evias
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Rank: Apprentice Goldsmith, specializing in jewelry.
Current: Candidate.
Appearance: Evias stands of average height with a well-formed body that is the result of turns training to be a goldsmith. Broad shoulders narrow into a lean waist which in turn slopes into long legs. He moves with a languid ease, seeming to be completely sure of himself at all times. Scars fleck against his chest and arms, porcelain marks against his tanned skin, a result of embers bursting at his forge.
His hair is a chestnut brown, and whether it is wavy or straight is unknown, as he wears the traditional hair style of the Katalia family. A wild mane of braids fall down to brush against his neck. Upon these plaits, he wears dozens of beads of his family's own creation, made from shell and bone and glass and clay, marking his position as a jewelry crafter. When he happens to be working at his forge, small ivory pins keep his braids from falling down to obscure his vision.
His chestnut braids frame hazel eyes, mahogany brown mixed with a mossy green and splattered with small flecks of intense gold. His nose has the look of having been broken in the past, a result from growing up with four elder brothers. His lips are firm and usually settled into a smile.
Evias usually wears tanned breeches that fall into leather boots. When at the forge, he discards with a shirt entirely, preferring the freedom of bared chest and arms. When walking about in normal life, he usually wears a simple ivory colored tunic made of linen. No other jewelry can be seen on his body, an anomaly amongst the jewelry crafting Katalia.
Personality: Evias is talented in the art of presentation. He can show one face to the world while keeping all of his emotions hidden, submerging his fears and his anger beneath a calm exterior. This containment has been a struggle, however, and it was only after a great deal of effort that it was possible in the first place. Still, there are times when a spark burns behind those green-gold eyes and his temper manages to get the better of him. During those moments, his tongue grows sharp and he is quick to solve his troubles with his fists. He stops thinking about the wisdom of his actions, and later is left to pick up the pieces of his messes.
Lacking patience is something that contributes to the ignition of his quick-fire temper, though he is learning to control it. He is an action-oriented person. Talking is all well and good, and philosophy is fun when there is nothing else to be done, but talking solves nothing. He is a stubborn person, and once he gets an idea in his head, there is nothing that will shift his mind about accomplishing his goal. For the most part, he is extremely confident about his abilities.
Being an active person, his one true joy in the world is his craft. He finds a satisfaction in goldsmithing that he doesn't find in any other part of his life, and while he enjoys the basic parts of his craft, his true talent lies in creating small, elaborate pieces of jewelry that are usually gifted to the wealthy. Although he is a mere senior apprentice, his gift is clear, and his goal in life is to become a master of his profession.
History: Evias was born of a renowned jewelry crafting family, the Katalia line. He grew up amongst a wide clan of men and women, each specializing in a different craft, but weaving their professions together in order to create amazing (and expensive) pieces of jewelry. The son of a beadmaker and a silversmith, he was the youngest of a large brood of children, each of whom were expected to join their family craft and contribute to the Katalia prestige.
When he was a child, he was constantly surrounded by jewelry. The conversations dominated on orders that the family were attempting to fill, which flax could make a softer material to bind necklaces (for those who couldn't afford the prices of the metal Katalia wares), which gemstones were currently in season, etc. Evias was allowed to tag along with his cousins, his aunts and his uncles, and his parents as a child. This was the way of the Katalia family, a way to discover the child's interests and direct it to helping out the family. Once it was discovered that Evias was attracted towards working with gold, he was apprenticed out to his eldest uncle, a master who declined to associate with the Hall. Family loyalty overtook everything else.
He was trained with his uncle from the age of nine until the age of twelve, where it was deemed to be more beneficial for the child to go to the Smithcraft Hall. It was hoped that he would be able to pick up different ideas, different inspiration, and return to the Katalia with a new flush of information and creativity to populate their business. He went to the Hall against his will at first, hating to be separated from his family. He was often in small scrapes and fights with the other apprentices, although nothing too out of the normal. Still, it was enough to establish the boy as having a volatile temper.
As the months passed, Evias became under the tutelage of the Master Goldsmith Hanto, a large man with kind eyes but hesitant with praise. He became Hanto's star pupil, and he strove to please the larger, red-bearded man. The Master was quick to spot the talent in the young boy's hands, watching his nimble fingers create delicate and intricate works that were several turns too advanced for his age. He fostered Evias' creativity, encouraging it to flourish, and he was rewarded with the lad's adoration.
The turns passed, and Evias found himself content at the Hall. The day finally came that he had been praying for, and when he was seventeen turns old, he walked the tables from Senior Apprentice to Journeyman. All was going according to his plan – until three days later.
One of his fellow apprentices, a young man with dark eyes, was jealous of Evias' promotion, privately coveting the rank for himself. He was envious of the other's talent, and when the opportunity presented itself, he was quick to fire angry words at the new Journeyman. All would have been well – if the apprentice had not insulted the Katalia line, sneering over inferior jewelry and accusing his family of cheating their customers.
Insults, Evias could take. He could stand attacks upon himself, he could stand verbal abused directed towards his own person. But he was loyal towards his family, and an insult against them was enough to make the sparks fly in his eyes, and his knuckles itched to connect with flesh. The fight began normally enough; punching, kicking, grappling upon the floor. There were gasps and grunts and curses of pain, and at last, Evias managed to deliver a sharp kick to the groin that left his opponent gasping, curled into a ball on the ground.
Victorious, Evias had stood the winner. And that was when he noticed the flash of silver gleaming in the other's hand. It was a hand file, often used amongst the smiths, but it had a wicked edge that could cause damage. Without even thinking, Evias did what he thought was best. He stamped on the hand that help the knife, his fury blinding him to the fact that kicking it away would have been better.
The crunch of bones cooled his anger instantly, the last threads of his temper soothed with the other's howl of pain. Healers examined the injuries, and while it was said that the boy would still be able to continue with his studies, he would never regain full dexterity. He would never be able to manipulate the gold into small, delicate operations. Evias' opponent would always be limited to only the most basic smithing activities.
The inquiry that followed was the worst point in Evias' life. Alarmed and horrified that their Journeyman would behave so rashly, a Council of Masters met and decided to revoke Evias' nearly earned knots. They would have chosen to evict the chestnut-haired lad from the Hall, quoting him as a danger to their fellow apprentices, if Master Hinto had not intervened. The apprentice, he argued, had drawn the file. It could have constituted as a weapon, and thus Evias was right in protecting himself.
Persuaded by Hinto's argument, the Council at least agreed to let Evias stay. However, they argued, he could not be trusted to present himself as a Journeyman of the Hall. He needed to be punished in a fitting way for almost completely crippling a fellow Smith, whether or not the action was justified. So as well as having his Journeyman rank taken away, Evias was demoted to a junior apprentice. Only when he had earned the trust of the masters once more, only when he had proven himself all over again, would he be allowed to advance.
Furious with the Master's decision, his pride stinging from the revocation of his hard-won rank, and shamed by the disappointment crowed in Master Hinto's eyes, Evias considered running away. He knew enough to make a fine contribution to the Katalia family, and he knew that he would always be welcome amongst his family.
But the decision was made, at last, to stay. While he could leave the Hall without sorrow, he could not bring himself to abandon the paternal figure that he had found in Master Hinto. Thus, Evias was overcome with the desire to return to his good graces, determined to prove himself worthy of the praise and the pride of his Master. And once he had made a decision, Evias was committed.
The hardest task was to overcome his temper (a monumental goal), and to overcome his pride of being reduced to the lowest of the low in the Smith ladder. Hinto helped with the first, offering advice to his brash young apprentice for curbing the dangerous temper. This, accompanied by the shame and the horror of his own actions, was enough to rein in Evias' furious outbursts. Afraid to lash out once more (who knew what would happen then?), the young goldsmith threw all of his excess energies into his craft. It was in this way that he overcame his pride as well. Pride and arrogance didn't matter to the gold, only to humans. So he lost himself in his work, and lost his petty emotions during those precious hours.
All was interrupted once more when dragons came to the Hall. A dark-haired greenrider and his small, lithe lifemate landed in the courtyard of the Hall. Although it hadn't been long since the dragonriders' return, the winged-ones had been often at the Hall, demanding the smiths put aside their projects in order to churn out agenothree tanks. They came often, and left many times in frustration. Thus, it was a surprise when the greenrider A'dis announced his reason for arrival: the Weyr was on search for a clutch of eggs. They were looking for prospective dragonriders to join their ranks.
Evias never had any intention, or interest, in joining the Weyr. But the green dragon did discover him amongst the crowd of lads, and her huge eyes had whirled with excitement. He had been Searched, A'dis had told him. But apparently, dragonriders did not take kindly to any decline to their offers.
A'dis had been under orders to bring back each and every candidate he had discovered, whether under their own will or not, and he did not hesitate to use his cold eyes to sneer at Evias. The glitter of knives warned him that it would be best to obey, and the green dragon's wingspan encouraged others to stay back. But Hinto, his beloved Master, did not hesitate to spring forward in hopes of freeing the lad. A'dis was quicker than the bulky smith, and the small fight that ensued didn't last long. It ended with Hinto laying on the ground, a gash of crimson spreading across his side from the gash of A'dis' blades.
Evias was too shocked to even consider fighting now, watching in horror as others rushed forward to grab at the fallen, yet still cursing, master – but none rushed forward to rescue the apprentice. The lad was ushered to the awaiting green – encouraged along by the scarlet-stained silver blades held in A'dis' fingers.
Thus, the jewelry crafter has found himself at Araelen Weyr, hating dragonriders and all that they represent. Furious and lost, not knowing whether his mentor was truly unharmed (A'dis had reassured the boy that he was 'too talented with his blades to kill anyone that he didn't want to'), Evias is looking for escape. Nothing would entice him to give in and join his kidnappers.
Desired Dragon Colour: Well, he's not greenrider material. That leaves three colors. Other than that, no preference.
Reason for this Preference: No preference.
Syllable Numbers for Name: (prefer your dragon's name to have 1 syllable, 2, 3, 4? Please give two options): No preference
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: (any letters you prefer above others? Please give three options) : No real preference.... Though I suppose if I have to choose for Evias, I like L's, P's and N's. Okay, I randomly picked those letters from the keyboard, but it words. ^_^
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Rank: Apprentice Goldsmith, specializing in jewelry.
Current: Candidate.
Appearance: Evias stands of average height with a well-formed body that is the result of turns training to be a goldsmith. Broad shoulders narrow into a lean waist which in turn slopes into long legs. He moves with a languid ease, seeming to be completely sure of himself at all times. Scars fleck against his chest and arms, porcelain marks against his tanned skin, a result of embers bursting at his forge.
His hair is a chestnut brown, and whether it is wavy or straight is unknown, as he wears the traditional hair style of the Katalia family. A wild mane of braids fall down to brush against his neck. Upon these plaits, he wears dozens of beads of his family's own creation, made from shell and bone and glass and clay, marking his position as a jewelry crafter. When he happens to be working at his forge, small ivory pins keep his braids from falling down to obscure his vision.
His chestnut braids frame hazel eyes, mahogany brown mixed with a mossy green and splattered with small flecks of intense gold. His nose has the look of having been broken in the past, a result from growing up with four elder brothers. His lips are firm and usually settled into a smile.
Evias usually wears tanned breeches that fall into leather boots. When at the forge, he discards with a shirt entirely, preferring the freedom of bared chest and arms. When walking about in normal life, he usually wears a simple ivory colored tunic made of linen. No other jewelry can be seen on his body, an anomaly amongst the jewelry crafting Katalia.
Personality: Evias is talented in the art of presentation. He can show one face to the world while keeping all of his emotions hidden, submerging his fears and his anger beneath a calm exterior. This containment has been a struggle, however, and it was only after a great deal of effort that it was possible in the first place. Still, there are times when a spark burns behind those green-gold eyes and his temper manages to get the better of him. During those moments, his tongue grows sharp and he is quick to solve his troubles with his fists. He stops thinking about the wisdom of his actions, and later is left to pick up the pieces of his messes.
Lacking patience is something that contributes to the ignition of his quick-fire temper, though he is learning to control it. He is an action-oriented person. Talking is all well and good, and philosophy is fun when there is nothing else to be done, but talking solves nothing. He is a stubborn person, and once he gets an idea in his head, there is nothing that will shift his mind about accomplishing his goal. For the most part, he is extremely confident about his abilities.
Being an active person, his one true joy in the world is his craft. He finds a satisfaction in goldsmithing that he doesn't find in any other part of his life, and while he enjoys the basic parts of his craft, his true talent lies in creating small, elaborate pieces of jewelry that are usually gifted to the wealthy. Although he is a mere senior apprentice, his gift is clear, and his goal in life is to become a master of his profession.
History: Evias was born of a renowned jewelry crafting family, the Katalia line. He grew up amongst a wide clan of men and women, each specializing in a different craft, but weaving their professions together in order to create amazing (and expensive) pieces of jewelry. The son of a beadmaker and a silversmith, he was the youngest of a large brood of children, each of whom were expected to join their family craft and contribute to the Katalia prestige.
When he was a child, he was constantly surrounded by jewelry. The conversations dominated on orders that the family were attempting to fill, which flax could make a softer material to bind necklaces (for those who couldn't afford the prices of the metal Katalia wares), which gemstones were currently in season, etc. Evias was allowed to tag along with his cousins, his aunts and his uncles, and his parents as a child. This was the way of the Katalia family, a way to discover the child's interests and direct it to helping out the family. Once it was discovered that Evias was attracted towards working with gold, he was apprenticed out to his eldest uncle, a master who declined to associate with the Hall. Family loyalty overtook everything else.
He was trained with his uncle from the age of nine until the age of twelve, where it was deemed to be more beneficial for the child to go to the Smithcraft Hall. It was hoped that he would be able to pick up different ideas, different inspiration, and return to the Katalia with a new flush of information and creativity to populate their business. He went to the Hall against his will at first, hating to be separated from his family. He was often in small scrapes and fights with the other apprentices, although nothing too out of the normal. Still, it was enough to establish the boy as having a volatile temper.
As the months passed, Evias became under the tutelage of the Master Goldsmith Hanto, a large man with kind eyes but hesitant with praise. He became Hanto's star pupil, and he strove to please the larger, red-bearded man. The Master was quick to spot the talent in the young boy's hands, watching his nimble fingers create delicate and intricate works that were several turns too advanced for his age. He fostered Evias' creativity, encouraging it to flourish, and he was rewarded with the lad's adoration.
The turns passed, and Evias found himself content at the Hall. The day finally came that he had been praying for, and when he was seventeen turns old, he walked the tables from Senior Apprentice to Journeyman. All was going according to his plan – until three days later.
One of his fellow apprentices, a young man with dark eyes, was jealous of Evias' promotion, privately coveting the rank for himself. He was envious of the other's talent, and when the opportunity presented itself, he was quick to fire angry words at the new Journeyman. All would have been well – if the apprentice had not insulted the Katalia line, sneering over inferior jewelry and accusing his family of cheating their customers.
Insults, Evias could take. He could stand attacks upon himself, he could stand verbal abused directed towards his own person. But he was loyal towards his family, and an insult against them was enough to make the sparks fly in his eyes, and his knuckles itched to connect with flesh. The fight began normally enough; punching, kicking, grappling upon the floor. There were gasps and grunts and curses of pain, and at last, Evias managed to deliver a sharp kick to the groin that left his opponent gasping, curled into a ball on the ground.
Victorious, Evias had stood the winner. And that was when he noticed the flash of silver gleaming in the other's hand. It was a hand file, often used amongst the smiths, but it had a wicked edge that could cause damage. Without even thinking, Evias did what he thought was best. He stamped on the hand that help the knife, his fury blinding him to the fact that kicking it away would have been better.
The crunch of bones cooled his anger instantly, the last threads of his temper soothed with the other's howl of pain. Healers examined the injuries, and while it was said that the boy would still be able to continue with his studies, he would never regain full dexterity. He would never be able to manipulate the gold into small, delicate operations. Evias' opponent would always be limited to only the most basic smithing activities.
The inquiry that followed was the worst point in Evias' life. Alarmed and horrified that their Journeyman would behave so rashly, a Council of Masters met and decided to revoke Evias' nearly earned knots. They would have chosen to evict the chestnut-haired lad from the Hall, quoting him as a danger to their fellow apprentices, if Master Hinto had not intervened. The apprentice, he argued, had drawn the file. It could have constituted as a weapon, and thus Evias was right in protecting himself.
Persuaded by Hinto's argument, the Council at least agreed to let Evias stay. However, they argued, he could not be trusted to present himself as a Journeyman of the Hall. He needed to be punished in a fitting way for almost completely crippling a fellow Smith, whether or not the action was justified. So as well as having his Journeyman rank taken away, Evias was demoted to a junior apprentice. Only when he had earned the trust of the masters once more, only when he had proven himself all over again, would he be allowed to advance.
Furious with the Master's decision, his pride stinging from the revocation of his hard-won rank, and shamed by the disappointment crowed in Master Hinto's eyes, Evias considered running away. He knew enough to make a fine contribution to the Katalia family, and he knew that he would always be welcome amongst his family.
But the decision was made, at last, to stay. While he could leave the Hall without sorrow, he could not bring himself to abandon the paternal figure that he had found in Master Hinto. Thus, Evias was overcome with the desire to return to his good graces, determined to prove himself worthy of the praise and the pride of his Master. And once he had made a decision, Evias was committed.
The hardest task was to overcome his temper (a monumental goal), and to overcome his pride of being reduced to the lowest of the low in the Smith ladder. Hinto helped with the first, offering advice to his brash young apprentice for curbing the dangerous temper. This, accompanied by the shame and the horror of his own actions, was enough to rein in Evias' furious outbursts. Afraid to lash out once more (who knew what would happen then?), the young goldsmith threw all of his excess energies into his craft. It was in this way that he overcame his pride as well. Pride and arrogance didn't matter to the gold, only to humans. So he lost himself in his work, and lost his petty emotions during those precious hours.
All was interrupted once more when dragons came to the Hall. A dark-haired greenrider and his small, lithe lifemate landed in the courtyard of the Hall. Although it hadn't been long since the dragonriders' return, the winged-ones had been often at the Hall, demanding the smiths put aside their projects in order to churn out agenothree tanks. They came often, and left many times in frustration. Thus, it was a surprise when the greenrider A'dis announced his reason for arrival: the Weyr was on search for a clutch of eggs. They were looking for prospective dragonriders to join their ranks.
Evias never had any intention, or interest, in joining the Weyr. But the green dragon did discover him amongst the crowd of lads, and her huge eyes had whirled with excitement. He had been Searched, A'dis had told him. But apparently, dragonriders did not take kindly to any decline to their offers.
A'dis had been under orders to bring back each and every candidate he had discovered, whether under their own will or not, and he did not hesitate to use his cold eyes to sneer at Evias. The glitter of knives warned him that it would be best to obey, and the green dragon's wingspan encouraged others to stay back. But Hinto, his beloved Master, did not hesitate to spring forward in hopes of freeing the lad. A'dis was quicker than the bulky smith, and the small fight that ensued didn't last long. It ended with Hinto laying on the ground, a gash of crimson spreading across his side from the gash of A'dis' blades.
Evias was too shocked to even consider fighting now, watching in horror as others rushed forward to grab at the fallen, yet still cursing, master – but none rushed forward to rescue the apprentice. The lad was ushered to the awaiting green – encouraged along by the scarlet-stained silver blades held in A'dis' fingers.
Thus, the jewelry crafter has found himself at Araelen Weyr, hating dragonriders and all that they represent. Furious and lost, not knowing whether his mentor was truly unharmed (A'dis had reassured the boy that he was 'too talented with his blades to kill anyone that he didn't want to'), Evias is looking for escape. Nothing would entice him to give in and join his kidnappers.
Desired Dragon Colour: Well, he's not greenrider material. That leaves three colors. Other than that, no preference.
Reason for this Preference: No preference.
Syllable Numbers for Name: (prefer your dragon's name to have 1 syllable, 2, 3, 4? Please give two options): No preference
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: (any letters you prefer above others? Please give three options) : No real preference.... Though I suppose if I have to choose for Evias, I like L's, P's and N's. Okay, I randomly picked those letters from the keyboard, but it words. ^_^
