Post by **Auria (etc)** on Sept 3, 2008 8:52:26 GMT -5
Character Name: Baryn
Age: 22 turns
Gender: male
Preference: neither -- he has sworn off "relationships"
Previous Position: escapee from a detention facility
Current Position: fugitive
Appearance: Baryn is mid-height for a male, perhaps 5'10", with dark skin and what on Terra would be considered (all or part) Asian features. He has blue-black hair that he wears long and straight, nearly to his shoulders, and sometimes ties back with a strip of black hide. His complexion is very dark, partly from genetics, and partly from a working in the fields, for he began life born to farm drudges, and that would have been his fate ... had his temper and the desire for hot revenge not gotten the better of him. Baryn's eyes are so black that one cannot distinguish where the irises end, and the pupils begin. He is broad across the shoulders, more from hard work and built muscles than inheritance, and narrow in the waist, with thickly corded muscles on arms and legs. Baryn's most distinguishing features, however, are the deep scar where his left ear used to be, which runs nearly to the bone along that jaw line, and the missing index finger on his right hand.
Personality: Baryn is a sullen, silent individual, who speaks only when absolutely necessary, and does not interact with other humans, for he is certain that they all hold only their own self-interest in their hearts, and would as soon kill you as love you. He is dark, perhaps even frightening. His temper flares easily and strikes swiftly, and he rarely stops to think before he defends himself. Baryn will never start a fight ... he is not interested in others enough to bother ... but has been known to finish fights quickly and decisively. Deep within, Baryn seeks power ... not in order to yield it over others, but in order to build a wall around himself. This is why, when he heard in the shadows and tunnels that there were dragonriders on Pern again, and several Hatchings had occurred, he decided that he would attempt to possess the largest and most fierce dragon he could attain, for with a great dragon bonded to him, no man would dare challenge him again.
History: Born to a farm-drudge family, Baryn was the middle son of three. His mother was Del and his sire Barl, hard workers that spent their days from dawn to dark in the fields or working in the farm holder's home. His eldest brother Rim and he were sent to the fields when they were very young, but the youngest, Rune, was sickly as an infant and weak as a child. He was sent, instead, into the manor hold to serve in the kitchens ... hard work, but not as grueling as field work. Baryn was in his seventeenth turn the day Rune died. A new taskmaster had taken over the hold drudges, and the boy had collapsed under the weight of a heavy load. The master, rather than giving the child a normal beating, let into him cruelly, beating him about the head. Words travel fast -- and it reached Baryn, who was hauling a load of cane in from the fields, that Rune had been killed by the taskmaster.
It was that taskmaster's last day on the job. With his huge cane-cutting knife in hand, Baryn burst into the hold, found the man, and attacked him. The taskmaster was a head taller than Baryn and twice as wide, with ten turns of experience over the boy, but Baryn was fueled by love for his sibling, and hatred for the murderer who had taken him. The taskmaster lunged for Baryn's face, slicing off his left ear and digging his knife to the bone along his jaw ... but Baryn took the opportunity to drive forward rather than retreat. The cane knife sunk to the hilt in the man's heart, and slipped in the blood as Baryn withdrew it, slicing his index finger nearly clear through.
Blood loss quickly overcame Baryn, and when he came to, he was in a detention cell, his finger fully amputated, his head and jaw bandaged. For three turns he worked beside other murderers and thieves, doing the same kinds of work he'd done as a drudge, but with ankles chained together and under the watch of a prison guard.
And then, one night, as the work crew was being loaded back into the wagon to be returned to the detention hold, several of the other prisoners attacked the guards. In the confusion that ensued, Baryn got his hands on a set of keys, undid his shackles, and vanished into the growing dark.
He went underground, stealing what he needed to survive, showing his mutilated face to no man unless there was no other option. He began dressing in desert garb, and posing as a nomad when it became necessary to interact at all, for the folds of the head-cowl hid his easily recognizable scars. The little company he kept, he did so of necessity, and his rare companions were of the lowest kind. Baryn learned to have eyes in the back of his head, and to be continually on his guard. He was forced to kill more than once to keep his own life while on the run, and developed the defensive skills of a jungle cat in the process.
When he heard that the dragons had returned, Baryn decided that he would try his fate at the Weyr, and had been making his way there with caution and guile ever since. He is found at the gates right around the time that the golden Wher, Neisk, is due to clutch.
Position in Family: Middle son of three
Pets: none
Alignment: Baryn is loyal to no one
Relation to Existing Character: none
Special Requests Application reason: Although Baryn thinks he'll Impress a dragon, I would like to see him wind up with a Wher
RP History: since 1989
Familiarity with Pern: very
How you found out about our site: existing member, new character
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Baryn wants a bronze dragon, but I'd like to see him bond to a bronze or brown wher
Reason for this Preference: because they're largest and powerful, and will defend him against his enemies
Syllable Numbers for Name: no preference
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: no preference
Age: 22 turns
Gender: male
Preference: neither -- he has sworn off "relationships"
Previous Position: escapee from a detention facility
Current Position: fugitive
Appearance: Baryn is mid-height for a male, perhaps 5'10", with dark skin and what on Terra would be considered (all or part) Asian features. He has blue-black hair that he wears long and straight, nearly to his shoulders, and sometimes ties back with a strip of black hide. His complexion is very dark, partly from genetics, and partly from a working in the fields, for he began life born to farm drudges, and that would have been his fate ... had his temper and the desire for hot revenge not gotten the better of him. Baryn's eyes are so black that one cannot distinguish where the irises end, and the pupils begin. He is broad across the shoulders, more from hard work and built muscles than inheritance, and narrow in the waist, with thickly corded muscles on arms and legs. Baryn's most distinguishing features, however, are the deep scar where his left ear used to be, which runs nearly to the bone along that jaw line, and the missing index finger on his right hand.
Personality: Baryn is a sullen, silent individual, who speaks only when absolutely necessary, and does not interact with other humans, for he is certain that they all hold only their own self-interest in their hearts, and would as soon kill you as love you. He is dark, perhaps even frightening. His temper flares easily and strikes swiftly, and he rarely stops to think before he defends himself. Baryn will never start a fight ... he is not interested in others enough to bother ... but has been known to finish fights quickly and decisively. Deep within, Baryn seeks power ... not in order to yield it over others, but in order to build a wall around himself. This is why, when he heard in the shadows and tunnels that there were dragonriders on Pern again, and several Hatchings had occurred, he decided that he would attempt to possess the largest and most fierce dragon he could attain, for with a great dragon bonded to him, no man would dare challenge him again.
History: Born to a farm-drudge family, Baryn was the middle son of three. His mother was Del and his sire Barl, hard workers that spent their days from dawn to dark in the fields or working in the farm holder's home. His eldest brother Rim and he were sent to the fields when they were very young, but the youngest, Rune, was sickly as an infant and weak as a child. He was sent, instead, into the manor hold to serve in the kitchens ... hard work, but not as grueling as field work. Baryn was in his seventeenth turn the day Rune died. A new taskmaster had taken over the hold drudges, and the boy had collapsed under the weight of a heavy load. The master, rather than giving the child a normal beating, let into him cruelly, beating him about the head. Words travel fast -- and it reached Baryn, who was hauling a load of cane in from the fields, that Rune had been killed by the taskmaster.
It was that taskmaster's last day on the job. With his huge cane-cutting knife in hand, Baryn burst into the hold, found the man, and attacked him. The taskmaster was a head taller than Baryn and twice as wide, with ten turns of experience over the boy, but Baryn was fueled by love for his sibling, and hatred for the murderer who had taken him. The taskmaster lunged for Baryn's face, slicing off his left ear and digging his knife to the bone along his jaw ... but Baryn took the opportunity to drive forward rather than retreat. The cane knife sunk to the hilt in the man's heart, and slipped in the blood as Baryn withdrew it, slicing his index finger nearly clear through.
Blood loss quickly overcame Baryn, and when he came to, he was in a detention cell, his finger fully amputated, his head and jaw bandaged. For three turns he worked beside other murderers and thieves, doing the same kinds of work he'd done as a drudge, but with ankles chained together and under the watch of a prison guard.
And then, one night, as the work crew was being loaded back into the wagon to be returned to the detention hold, several of the other prisoners attacked the guards. In the confusion that ensued, Baryn got his hands on a set of keys, undid his shackles, and vanished into the growing dark.
He went underground, stealing what he needed to survive, showing his mutilated face to no man unless there was no other option. He began dressing in desert garb, and posing as a nomad when it became necessary to interact at all, for the folds of the head-cowl hid his easily recognizable scars. The little company he kept, he did so of necessity, and his rare companions were of the lowest kind. Baryn learned to have eyes in the back of his head, and to be continually on his guard. He was forced to kill more than once to keep his own life while on the run, and developed the defensive skills of a jungle cat in the process.
When he heard that the dragons had returned, Baryn decided that he would try his fate at the Weyr, and had been making his way there with caution and guile ever since. He is found at the gates right around the time that the golden Wher, Neisk, is due to clutch.
Position in Family: Middle son of three
Pets: none
Alignment: Baryn is loyal to no one
Relation to Existing Character: none
Special Requests Application reason: Although Baryn thinks he'll Impress a dragon, I would like to see him wind up with a Wher
RP History: since 1989
Familiarity with Pern: very
How you found out about our site: existing member, new character
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Baryn wants a bronze dragon, but I'd like to see him bond to a bronze or brown wher
Reason for this Preference: because they're largest and powerful, and will defend him against his enemies
Syllable Numbers for Name: no preference
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: no preference
This will certainly provide some drama for the Weyr, yes!
