Post by Shikai on Aug 27, 2008 20:51:14 GMT -5
Name: Eravrael
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Much to his dismay, Eravrael stands at a mere 5’3, not intimidating by any means. His overall build is slight and compact, with narrow shoulders and a slender form that would make it easy for him to slip into a crowd and disappear, were it not for the rest of his appearance. He has thick honey blond hair that is rich in color despite its light shade, and has the appearance of being soft in a fluffy looking manner. It frames his face on all sides, in uneven bangs that often fall over his eyes when they haven’t been cut in a while, and hair worn long, just barely touching his shoulders. He has large, light green eyes, soft and round set in a face of angles – a sharp chin and a thin, straight nose. His skin is neither particularly pale nor tan, and is even and unblemished. Eravrael is undeniably beautiful, although in a more feminine than masculine manner.
Personality: Eravrael has the soul of an artist. Very creative, he thinks in ways different than normal people, and thus can find solutions to problems that others wouldn’t think of. He is quite conscious of the beauty around him, be it a passing bird or a brilliantly colored autumn leaf, and it fills him with the desire to create beauty himself, with bark and charcoal or through died cloth and thread. An air of purity seems to cling to him, no matter how far from pure he may feel. However, as he is different from others, he has trouble making friends. It doesn’t help that he is very shy, stemming from a deep-rooted insecurity that hinders him constantly. He desires little more than to be understood and liked by others, and will go to any means in hopes of gaining the affection of someone, even if it means setting aside his morals. Eravrael is prone to lying, saying what he thinks others want to hear even if they are not his true thoughts. He is easily manipulated once one figures out his weakness, for he would do anything for someone who claimed to love him, even if they had no such feelings. In that, he is generally optimistic, wanting to believe the best in people, even when he can see that they aren’t as good as he so wishes to think they are. Despite being shy, he isn’t antisocial, truly wanting to be around people. While it takes a great deal of courage for him to approach someone first, he quickly opens up when anyone initiates a conversation with him. It’s the same with flirting, for while he’ll unashamedly flirt with someone who initiates it, he’ll drop only subtle hints, if any, that he likes someone otherwise. Due to his nature and willingness to open up to the wrong people as well as the right ones because of his longing to be liked, Eravrael is prone to being hurt often by others. Fortunately, he is surprisingly resilient, simply telling himself it’s regrettable the failed relationship didn’t work out, and moving on in hopes of finding the right person eventually.
History: Eravrael was the second child born to Valorael and Erazale, a Journeyman Smith and Journeywoman Healer respectably, of a decent-sized hold. The eldest was a nearly four-turn old girl named Vale, who was thrilled to have a little brother. Their parents, busy with their careers, spent little time with her already, so the birth of another baby was more positive, giving her a playmate, than negative, as the attention her parents gave her changed little. Eravrael was a timid child, and strange enough to attract negative attention from the other hold children. He enjoyed being outside to listen to the birdsongs and admire the natural beauty, but he was averse to the physical, running games children liked to play. Vale, however, acted as the friend Eravrael was unable to make, delighting in watching him and defending him from bullies no matter the odds.
While Vale’s actions gained her Eravrael’s complete adoration, they had the unintended effect of giving the boy someone to run to whenever he faced challenges, and as she always took it upon herself to solve his problems, he never had to. Thus, he didn’t learn how to cope with adversity or stand up for himself, instead becoming dependant on his independent, adventurous older sister. As Vale grew older, it became clear that she had remarkable talent in the harpercraft, and was taken on as a personal apprentice by the hold’s resident master harper. Eravrael was saddened, as he had less time with her, but proud of her nonetheless. Her latest accomplishments were frequently the talk of the family at dinner, and though Eravrael too was happy for her, he wondered anxiously if his own accomplishments would ever be able to compare. He wasn’t particularly good at anything, as far as he could tell, his favorite hobby being drawing pictures with whatever materials he had available (usually a stick and the dirt near the hold).
When the time came for Eravrael to be apprenticed, his parents took him around the hold, showing him the various crafts to see which ones he liked. Unfortunately, none seemed right for the boy. While he was a decent singer and could play an instrument fairly well, the thought of playing in front of his family, let alone a large audience of strangers, made the boy blanch. He didn’t at all like the idea of working outside doing the labor required by the beast and farmercrafts, and the sight of blood made him dizzy. He found something wrong with every craft, and his parents were at a loss at what to do with their son.
It was Vale who found the solution when she and Eravrael were walking in the hold one day. The boy paused to admire a tapestry, eyes wide with wonder as he traced the patterns and rich colors with his eyes. Vale started to call her brother to follow her, but stopped when she saw him, her eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. “Do you like that, Eravrael? Would you like to make tapestries like that?” The young boy nodded emphatically, and Vale marched him back to their parents, proclaiming her idea of apprenticing him as a weaver. Their parents weren’t so certain, as the weavercraft was one of the few female dominated crafts, and Valorael didn’t like the idea of apprenticing his already effeminate son as a weaver. Surely what the boy needed was to be a Smith, or a Beastcrafter! Something to get him working with the other lads, and he would turn out to be a normal boy yet! But Vale and won Erazale to her side, and together, they persuaded Valorael to let the boy try it.
Artistic by nature, Eravrael instantly took to the Weavercraft, showing a good deal of talent for it. His nimble fingers quickly learned how to weave cloth in beautiful colors and patterns, and to sew both clothes and embroider tapestries alike. His fellow apprentices, however, did not take kindly to the only boy among them. The Weavercraft was, after all, one of the precious few crafts where women didn’t have to compete with men, thus facing no discrimination. Eravrael, especially with his talent for weaving, was seen as a threat. Thus, he was treated coldly by most of the girls, usually ignored altogether. It bothered Eravrael greatly, as he very much wanted a friend, but didn’t know how to make one. He saw less and less of Vale as he grew older and she became busier with her studies, rising to the Journeyman rank at 17.
Eravrael did make one friend, a girl his age who was quite friendly toward him, unlike most of the others. However, she eventually revealed that she wanted to be more than friends, and had liked him for quite some time. Eravrael was caught completely off guard, and, embarrassed, informed her that he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. Hoping it would lessen the rejection, he told her that his feelings were for men rather than women, something he hadn’t shared with anyone, although several had assumed that was the case. However, it had the opposite effect on the girl – she claimed that he disgusted her, and that she would never speak to him again. She kept her word, too, and that was the end of their friendship.
Yet Vale at least always found time to visit her brother, and one day, she even brought him a firelizard egg. She had received it as a gift from the Holder of a small hold she was stationed at after one of the children found a sizable clutch on the beach. She was given an egg of medium size just before she was due to leave and return to the hold for a while, before moving on to her next station. Finding her brother especially unhappy, having lost his friend just days before, she gave the egg to him on a whim, thinking that having a firelizard companion would do him good.
To everyone’s surprise, the egg hatched a bronze firelizard! Undersized at birth, he grew to be an average sized bronze, though still leaning to the small side. Named Othello by Eravrael, he did indeed prove to be a good companion for the boy, often sitting on his shoulder to watch while he worked at his loom.
Vale was given her new station, a distant cothold several days travel away, so she joined a small trading caravan to journey there. However, tragedy struck when her caravan was attacked by holdless raiders, who made off with most of the traders’ goods and killed two of their party in the scuffle, Vale included. Eravrael was distraught by the news. His sister had always been his protector, his constant friend. Suddenly stripped of the majority of his support, Eravrael’s insecurity deepened as the boy withdrew further into himself, feeling more alone than ever, even with Othello.
When the dragons returned two turns later, time found Eravrael little improved. He had an unhealthy desperation for kind of bond he’d had with his sister, for that love and acceptance from someone, anyone. He endured several relationships with lads who cared little about him, giving in to all their demands in hopes that they would like him for it. Quite miserable at the hold, he looked with new hope at the weyr, the shining promise across the sea. Legends had told of dragons, and their legendary unconditional love and support, the wonderful bond they shared with their rider. He wanted that more than anything, and resolved that when the Searchriders came to his hold, he would leave on a dragon, somehow, no matter what he had to do to get the riders to take him, he would find a way. If he had any chance of finding happiness, it lay at Araelen, he was sure of it.
Position in Family: Youngest of two.
Relation to Existing Character: Acquaintance of Brinne
Alignment: Undecided
Desired Dragon Color: Green
Reason for this Preference: I really want a male greenrider! I think he’d be good with a green too, of course.
Pets: Bronze firelizard Othello
Though a bit on the small side for a bronze, Othello’s hide shines with radiance surprising even for a metallic, giving him the appearance of a little star wheeling about in the air. He is mainly a rich, classic bronze color, offset with a light, golden-bronze overtone that is especially concentrated on his wings and back. He is a gregarious little creature, with a curiosity that can get himself and Eravrael into trouble. Othello is very devoted to his, and can usually be found on the boy’s shoulder, happily watching the happenings around him from his favorite perch.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Much to his dismay, Eravrael stands at a mere 5’3, not intimidating by any means. His overall build is slight and compact, with narrow shoulders and a slender form that would make it easy for him to slip into a crowd and disappear, were it not for the rest of his appearance. He has thick honey blond hair that is rich in color despite its light shade, and has the appearance of being soft in a fluffy looking manner. It frames his face on all sides, in uneven bangs that often fall over his eyes when they haven’t been cut in a while, and hair worn long, just barely touching his shoulders. He has large, light green eyes, soft and round set in a face of angles – a sharp chin and a thin, straight nose. His skin is neither particularly pale nor tan, and is even and unblemished. Eravrael is undeniably beautiful, although in a more feminine than masculine manner.
Personality: Eravrael has the soul of an artist. Very creative, he thinks in ways different than normal people, and thus can find solutions to problems that others wouldn’t think of. He is quite conscious of the beauty around him, be it a passing bird or a brilliantly colored autumn leaf, and it fills him with the desire to create beauty himself, with bark and charcoal or through died cloth and thread. An air of purity seems to cling to him, no matter how far from pure he may feel. However, as he is different from others, he has trouble making friends. It doesn’t help that he is very shy, stemming from a deep-rooted insecurity that hinders him constantly. He desires little more than to be understood and liked by others, and will go to any means in hopes of gaining the affection of someone, even if it means setting aside his morals. Eravrael is prone to lying, saying what he thinks others want to hear even if they are not his true thoughts. He is easily manipulated once one figures out his weakness, for he would do anything for someone who claimed to love him, even if they had no such feelings. In that, he is generally optimistic, wanting to believe the best in people, even when he can see that they aren’t as good as he so wishes to think they are. Despite being shy, he isn’t antisocial, truly wanting to be around people. While it takes a great deal of courage for him to approach someone first, he quickly opens up when anyone initiates a conversation with him. It’s the same with flirting, for while he’ll unashamedly flirt with someone who initiates it, he’ll drop only subtle hints, if any, that he likes someone otherwise. Due to his nature and willingness to open up to the wrong people as well as the right ones because of his longing to be liked, Eravrael is prone to being hurt often by others. Fortunately, he is surprisingly resilient, simply telling himself it’s regrettable the failed relationship didn’t work out, and moving on in hopes of finding the right person eventually.
History: Eravrael was the second child born to Valorael and Erazale, a Journeyman Smith and Journeywoman Healer respectably, of a decent-sized hold. The eldest was a nearly four-turn old girl named Vale, who was thrilled to have a little brother. Their parents, busy with their careers, spent little time with her already, so the birth of another baby was more positive, giving her a playmate, than negative, as the attention her parents gave her changed little. Eravrael was a timid child, and strange enough to attract negative attention from the other hold children. He enjoyed being outside to listen to the birdsongs and admire the natural beauty, but he was averse to the physical, running games children liked to play. Vale, however, acted as the friend Eravrael was unable to make, delighting in watching him and defending him from bullies no matter the odds.
While Vale’s actions gained her Eravrael’s complete adoration, they had the unintended effect of giving the boy someone to run to whenever he faced challenges, and as she always took it upon herself to solve his problems, he never had to. Thus, he didn’t learn how to cope with adversity or stand up for himself, instead becoming dependant on his independent, adventurous older sister. As Vale grew older, it became clear that she had remarkable talent in the harpercraft, and was taken on as a personal apprentice by the hold’s resident master harper. Eravrael was saddened, as he had less time with her, but proud of her nonetheless. Her latest accomplishments were frequently the talk of the family at dinner, and though Eravrael too was happy for her, he wondered anxiously if his own accomplishments would ever be able to compare. He wasn’t particularly good at anything, as far as he could tell, his favorite hobby being drawing pictures with whatever materials he had available (usually a stick and the dirt near the hold).
When the time came for Eravrael to be apprenticed, his parents took him around the hold, showing him the various crafts to see which ones he liked. Unfortunately, none seemed right for the boy. While he was a decent singer and could play an instrument fairly well, the thought of playing in front of his family, let alone a large audience of strangers, made the boy blanch. He didn’t at all like the idea of working outside doing the labor required by the beast and farmercrafts, and the sight of blood made him dizzy. He found something wrong with every craft, and his parents were at a loss at what to do with their son.
It was Vale who found the solution when she and Eravrael were walking in the hold one day. The boy paused to admire a tapestry, eyes wide with wonder as he traced the patterns and rich colors with his eyes. Vale started to call her brother to follow her, but stopped when she saw him, her eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. “Do you like that, Eravrael? Would you like to make tapestries like that?” The young boy nodded emphatically, and Vale marched him back to their parents, proclaiming her idea of apprenticing him as a weaver. Their parents weren’t so certain, as the weavercraft was one of the few female dominated crafts, and Valorael didn’t like the idea of apprenticing his already effeminate son as a weaver. Surely what the boy needed was to be a Smith, or a Beastcrafter! Something to get him working with the other lads, and he would turn out to be a normal boy yet! But Vale and won Erazale to her side, and together, they persuaded Valorael to let the boy try it.
Artistic by nature, Eravrael instantly took to the Weavercraft, showing a good deal of talent for it. His nimble fingers quickly learned how to weave cloth in beautiful colors and patterns, and to sew both clothes and embroider tapestries alike. His fellow apprentices, however, did not take kindly to the only boy among them. The Weavercraft was, after all, one of the precious few crafts where women didn’t have to compete with men, thus facing no discrimination. Eravrael, especially with his talent for weaving, was seen as a threat. Thus, he was treated coldly by most of the girls, usually ignored altogether. It bothered Eravrael greatly, as he very much wanted a friend, but didn’t know how to make one. He saw less and less of Vale as he grew older and she became busier with her studies, rising to the Journeyman rank at 17.
Eravrael did make one friend, a girl his age who was quite friendly toward him, unlike most of the others. However, she eventually revealed that she wanted to be more than friends, and had liked him for quite some time. Eravrael was caught completely off guard, and, embarrassed, informed her that he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. Hoping it would lessen the rejection, he told her that his feelings were for men rather than women, something he hadn’t shared with anyone, although several had assumed that was the case. However, it had the opposite effect on the girl – she claimed that he disgusted her, and that she would never speak to him again. She kept her word, too, and that was the end of their friendship.
Yet Vale at least always found time to visit her brother, and one day, she even brought him a firelizard egg. She had received it as a gift from the Holder of a small hold she was stationed at after one of the children found a sizable clutch on the beach. She was given an egg of medium size just before she was due to leave and return to the hold for a while, before moving on to her next station. Finding her brother especially unhappy, having lost his friend just days before, she gave the egg to him on a whim, thinking that having a firelizard companion would do him good.
To everyone’s surprise, the egg hatched a bronze firelizard! Undersized at birth, he grew to be an average sized bronze, though still leaning to the small side. Named Othello by Eravrael, he did indeed prove to be a good companion for the boy, often sitting on his shoulder to watch while he worked at his loom.
Vale was given her new station, a distant cothold several days travel away, so she joined a small trading caravan to journey there. However, tragedy struck when her caravan was attacked by holdless raiders, who made off with most of the traders’ goods and killed two of their party in the scuffle, Vale included. Eravrael was distraught by the news. His sister had always been his protector, his constant friend. Suddenly stripped of the majority of his support, Eravrael’s insecurity deepened as the boy withdrew further into himself, feeling more alone than ever, even with Othello.
When the dragons returned two turns later, time found Eravrael little improved. He had an unhealthy desperation for kind of bond he’d had with his sister, for that love and acceptance from someone, anyone. He endured several relationships with lads who cared little about him, giving in to all their demands in hopes that they would like him for it. Quite miserable at the hold, he looked with new hope at the weyr, the shining promise across the sea. Legends had told of dragons, and their legendary unconditional love and support, the wonderful bond they shared with their rider. He wanted that more than anything, and resolved that when the Searchriders came to his hold, he would leave on a dragon, somehow, no matter what he had to do to get the riders to take him, he would find a way. If he had any chance of finding happiness, it lay at Araelen, he was sure of it.
Position in Family: Youngest of two.
Relation to Existing Character: Acquaintance of Brinne
Alignment: Undecided
Desired Dragon Color: Green
Reason for this Preference: I really want a male greenrider! I think he’d be good with a green too, of course.
Pets: Bronze firelizard Othello
Though a bit on the small side for a bronze, Othello’s hide shines with radiance surprising even for a metallic, giving him the appearance of a little star wheeling about in the air. He is mainly a rich, classic bronze color, offset with a light, golden-bronze overtone that is especially concentrated on his wings and back. He is a gregarious little creature, with a curiosity that can get himself and Eravrael into trouble. Othello is very devoted to his, and can usually be found on the boy’s shoulder, happily watching the happenings around him from his favorite perch.
