Post by etoile on Aug 21, 2007 20:19:50 GMT -5
Character Name: Ayalexie
Age: 11 (passing off as 12 though… oh, the trouble he shall be causing!)
Gender: Male
Preference: Unsure as of yet, but will probably lean toward hetero
Previous Position: Brat
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Ayalexie is scrawny, but tough. His body is a ruddy tan from being in the sun, and he is very small in stature. His muscles don’t show, but he is pretty strong for his age from all his years of duking it out with the other brats to become a leader. His thin body shows his ribs somewhat, but he eats quite a bit compared to the other boys in the village. Scars litter in various places over his entire body, sticking out in white lines on his tanned skin.
His oval face is just as tan as his body. It is crowned with shaggy, dirty-blonde hair. It is unevenly cut, as if he had done it himself. He brushes it, but not very well, so he always looks unkempt even from his hair. His eyes are a light brown, and dark shadows hang over them. However, they look eager and earnest, but have traces of maturity lined in it if looked in deep enough. His nose and mouth are both thin, but his mouth is always poised to smile or chatter happily. A dimple pokes in on his right cheek, visible only when he smiled wide enough. His chin is slightly pointed, with a tiny cleft in it.
His clothes are plain and dirty, and many may wonder if they have ever been washed. In the mild winter months of Nerat, he wears plain brown, tattered shorts that always look a little too big. He wears them in winter as well, but he wears a thin shirt in addition to it that looks very worn, and too large. He wears crude sandals no matter the season, with no desire to walk in bare feet along the rocky shore. However, back in the old village, he could wander with no shoes in no fear.
Personality: The first thing most people note about Ayalexie is his lack of hygiene. He despises baths with a passion, so he always has some sort of smell about him. He is very likely to need to be dragged to a bathing room, being proud of the dirt that smears his thin cheeks. He also has no desire to wash his clothes- they’re just as comfortable dirty, so there is no point in washing them, in his opinion. Many would find this offensive, but where he is from, most people are of similar mindsets.
He also has a heavy dialect with a light accent sprinkled on it. His words have a slight nasal sound to them, but it is not too noticeable unless one is paying very close attention to the way he speaks. His dialect makes his sentences sound broken. He has a lot of trouble speaking with the past tense, and other tenses all get confused in his sentences. Where one might say “My name is Ayalexie,” he says “Me name be Ayalexie.” He is also not good with asking- most words come out as polite-sounding demands, where this is acceptable as a question back in the village. Manners also are foreign to him, so if he intends to catch up, he has a lot to learn.
He is interested in learning about the Weyr customs. He wants to be accepted, for he hopes that way a dragon will actually want him. He is an eager learner, willing to do what people ask of him unless it involves hygiene. He will be a slow learner, but his determination will drill it into his brain eventually. He still is at a point where he gets dragon’s gender and ranking mixed up (he can't figure out what bronze is- to him, they are "orangies"), but he is starting to get that the bigger the dragon, the more important it is.
Ayalexie is also interested in finding some sort of role model- if he wants to be accepted, he figured, he must try to act like others here. He may tag along with someone, whether male or female, to do what is needed. He doesn’t want people mothering him, he only wants to observe and learn that way, asking questions where needed.
If the name Ayalexie gets too difficult for people to say, he will allow them to call him Aya, unless he is lower in rank, where he can be called Lexie. However, his idea of ranking makes sense only in his mind. He doesn’t think dragonriders out-rank him unless they have a specific title, and he is doubtful even of those who do. In his eyes, they are all the same, unless they have muscle, where he will meekly submit. As it was back in his village, the stronger you are, the more dominating you are, regardless of whether you are male or female.
He is a kind boy apart from his setbacks- with his friends, he is willing to do great things. He can help people in all the ways he knows how, even though he has no real talents that make him stick out from a crowd. When he takes a liking to a person, he is likely to stick around and do things for them.
History: After Thread had died out, some people from Southern Hold moved out onto their own to live in an isolated little village place not far from the sea, but further east of Southern. This place was out in the open, made primarily of wood, for Pern’s new abundance of wood (as Thread was no longer falling) made it possible to move out of their stone holds. It was made so out of the way of society that harpers didn't want to come that far out, not to mention it was hard to get to. The original settlers wanted a place to live away from all the pressures of normal society and wanted to live off the land, and creating a village so seperated from civilization that one couldn't help but do so. Ayalexie is one such descendant, hailing from this village which was later called Southern Village, unofficially.
Ayalexie was only one of many of the children in the village, and was raised in the rough life of most of the brats there. He had no formal or informal education, only learning that the only way to earn a place for himself in this village was to scavenge, barter, and wrestle his way to the top.
At a young age, he made it plain to his brat friends that he was going to be their leader. After many tumblings and fights, no one question Ayalexie’s authority in their little gang. Soon, they became loyal out of approval rather than grudging, once they saw he did have what it takes to lead them. So he spent his childhood this way, rounding up his brat friends and doing little things, whether stealing sweets from the few who could make them, or from hunting for flitter eggs along the seashore.
One day, during a tussle with his friends, Ayalexie noticed large flying things in the sky. Amazed, he realized that these must be the “draggies,” the near-myth that lived out only in stories to scare the brats. Sure enough, they were flying through the sky. Instantly, all the little brats fell in love with the creatures. Sometimes, they would just lie out on the grass and pretend that they had a dragon. Though the details were lost to them, they found the colors were green, blue, brown, and bronze, the latter which they called “orangey.” Golds were remembered, but they had never seen any, so they doubted the existence of them.
Ayalexie soon came to decide that he would get a draggie- he didn’t know how, but he would somehow get himself to do so. He pestered his elders about them, trying to find out any random facts about the draggies. Some of the elders had heard stories about them from trips into local holds- the dragons lived in things called Weyrs, they fought nasty things called Thread, and took people in their teenage years to become dragonriders.
This excited Ayalexie- he wanted a fire-breathing draggie! However, he didn’t want to wait until he was a teenager- he wanted one now! And when Ayalexie wants something, nothing is going to stop him from getting it. Even though the villagers called his dream useless and stupid, it didn’t put the young boy down. Waving good-bye to them, he soon departed to find his way to this “Weyr.” Southern Hold seemed like the best place to look first- it was the nearest bit of civilization.
This was the first time he left his village, and he was painfully aware of how different he was compared to the rest of Pern. While others spoke clean, with good grammar, he had a rough dialect with horrible diction and a slight accent. He had no manners, which also set him back a lot. “Please” and “Thank you” were foreign words to him, and he was unused to asking questions. He also hated baths, while these people were always squeaky clean. Despite these setbacks, he convinced someone to tell him how to get to Araelen. A visiting runner told him which runner trails to go on, so getting there would be fairly straightforward.
So he followed those trails, scavenging for food and sleeping under the stars. Finally, after a long time of determination and patience, he reached his destination: Araelen Weyr. Going in, he was subject once again to how different he was, but managed to convince riders to tell him about candidacy, which greatly confused Ayalexie- didn’t he just get a dragon? He also learned that he needed to be a certain age, which bothered him.
However, he is determined to be a “man” and convince the weyrfolk that he is, in fact, of age. He knows he is strong enough to convince them of how fierce and mature he is. With this reassurance to himself, he is positive he can finally get a draggie.
Position in Family: One of the middle children amongst many, but Ayalexie doesn’t keep track. ^^
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: No preference
Reason for this Preference: Because I don’t care. ^^
Syllable Numbers for Name: Something short (ie easy to remember)
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: No preference
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Strength, Agility, Concentration
Age: 11 (passing off as 12 though… oh, the trouble he shall be causing!)
Gender: Male
Preference: Unsure as of yet, but will probably lean toward hetero
Previous Position: Brat
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Ayalexie is scrawny, but tough. His body is a ruddy tan from being in the sun, and he is very small in stature. His muscles don’t show, but he is pretty strong for his age from all his years of duking it out with the other brats to become a leader. His thin body shows his ribs somewhat, but he eats quite a bit compared to the other boys in the village. Scars litter in various places over his entire body, sticking out in white lines on his tanned skin.
His oval face is just as tan as his body. It is crowned with shaggy, dirty-blonde hair. It is unevenly cut, as if he had done it himself. He brushes it, but not very well, so he always looks unkempt even from his hair. His eyes are a light brown, and dark shadows hang over them. However, they look eager and earnest, but have traces of maturity lined in it if looked in deep enough. His nose and mouth are both thin, but his mouth is always poised to smile or chatter happily. A dimple pokes in on his right cheek, visible only when he smiled wide enough. His chin is slightly pointed, with a tiny cleft in it.
His clothes are plain and dirty, and many may wonder if they have ever been washed. In the mild winter months of Nerat, he wears plain brown, tattered shorts that always look a little too big. He wears them in winter as well, but he wears a thin shirt in addition to it that looks very worn, and too large. He wears crude sandals no matter the season, with no desire to walk in bare feet along the rocky shore. However, back in the old village, he could wander with no shoes in no fear.
Personality: The first thing most people note about Ayalexie is his lack of hygiene. He despises baths with a passion, so he always has some sort of smell about him. He is very likely to need to be dragged to a bathing room, being proud of the dirt that smears his thin cheeks. He also has no desire to wash his clothes- they’re just as comfortable dirty, so there is no point in washing them, in his opinion. Many would find this offensive, but where he is from, most people are of similar mindsets.
He also has a heavy dialect with a light accent sprinkled on it. His words have a slight nasal sound to them, but it is not too noticeable unless one is paying very close attention to the way he speaks. His dialect makes his sentences sound broken. He has a lot of trouble speaking with the past tense, and other tenses all get confused in his sentences. Where one might say “My name is Ayalexie,” he says “Me name be Ayalexie.” He is also not good with asking- most words come out as polite-sounding demands, where this is acceptable as a question back in the village. Manners also are foreign to him, so if he intends to catch up, he has a lot to learn.
He is interested in learning about the Weyr customs. He wants to be accepted, for he hopes that way a dragon will actually want him. He is an eager learner, willing to do what people ask of him unless it involves hygiene. He will be a slow learner, but his determination will drill it into his brain eventually. He still is at a point where he gets dragon’s gender and ranking mixed up (he can't figure out what bronze is- to him, they are "orangies"), but he is starting to get that the bigger the dragon, the more important it is.
Ayalexie is also interested in finding some sort of role model- if he wants to be accepted, he figured, he must try to act like others here. He may tag along with someone, whether male or female, to do what is needed. He doesn’t want people mothering him, he only wants to observe and learn that way, asking questions where needed.
If the name Ayalexie gets too difficult for people to say, he will allow them to call him Aya, unless he is lower in rank, where he can be called Lexie. However, his idea of ranking makes sense only in his mind. He doesn’t think dragonriders out-rank him unless they have a specific title, and he is doubtful even of those who do. In his eyes, they are all the same, unless they have muscle, where he will meekly submit. As it was back in his village, the stronger you are, the more dominating you are, regardless of whether you are male or female.
He is a kind boy apart from his setbacks- with his friends, he is willing to do great things. He can help people in all the ways he knows how, even though he has no real talents that make him stick out from a crowd. When he takes a liking to a person, he is likely to stick around and do things for them.
History: After Thread had died out, some people from Southern Hold moved out onto their own to live in an isolated little village place not far from the sea, but further east of Southern. This place was out in the open, made primarily of wood, for Pern’s new abundance of wood (as Thread was no longer falling) made it possible to move out of their stone holds. It was made so out of the way of society that harpers didn't want to come that far out, not to mention it was hard to get to. The original settlers wanted a place to live away from all the pressures of normal society and wanted to live off the land, and creating a village so seperated from civilization that one couldn't help but do so. Ayalexie is one such descendant, hailing from this village which was later called Southern Village, unofficially.
Ayalexie was only one of many of the children in the village, and was raised in the rough life of most of the brats there. He had no formal or informal education, only learning that the only way to earn a place for himself in this village was to scavenge, barter, and wrestle his way to the top.
At a young age, he made it plain to his brat friends that he was going to be their leader. After many tumblings and fights, no one question Ayalexie’s authority in their little gang. Soon, they became loyal out of approval rather than grudging, once they saw he did have what it takes to lead them. So he spent his childhood this way, rounding up his brat friends and doing little things, whether stealing sweets from the few who could make them, or from hunting for flitter eggs along the seashore.
One day, during a tussle with his friends, Ayalexie noticed large flying things in the sky. Amazed, he realized that these must be the “draggies,” the near-myth that lived out only in stories to scare the brats. Sure enough, they were flying through the sky. Instantly, all the little brats fell in love with the creatures. Sometimes, they would just lie out on the grass and pretend that they had a dragon. Though the details were lost to them, they found the colors were green, blue, brown, and bronze, the latter which they called “orangey.” Golds were remembered, but they had never seen any, so they doubted the existence of them.
Ayalexie soon came to decide that he would get a draggie- he didn’t know how, but he would somehow get himself to do so. He pestered his elders about them, trying to find out any random facts about the draggies. Some of the elders had heard stories about them from trips into local holds- the dragons lived in things called Weyrs, they fought nasty things called Thread, and took people in their teenage years to become dragonriders.
This excited Ayalexie- he wanted a fire-breathing draggie! However, he didn’t want to wait until he was a teenager- he wanted one now! And when Ayalexie wants something, nothing is going to stop him from getting it. Even though the villagers called his dream useless and stupid, it didn’t put the young boy down. Waving good-bye to them, he soon departed to find his way to this “Weyr.” Southern Hold seemed like the best place to look first- it was the nearest bit of civilization.
This was the first time he left his village, and he was painfully aware of how different he was compared to the rest of Pern. While others spoke clean, with good grammar, he had a rough dialect with horrible diction and a slight accent. He had no manners, which also set him back a lot. “Please” and “Thank you” were foreign words to him, and he was unused to asking questions. He also hated baths, while these people were always squeaky clean. Despite these setbacks, he convinced someone to tell him how to get to Araelen. A visiting runner told him which runner trails to go on, so getting there would be fairly straightforward.
So he followed those trails, scavenging for food and sleeping under the stars. Finally, after a long time of determination and patience, he reached his destination: Araelen Weyr. Going in, he was subject once again to how different he was, but managed to convince riders to tell him about candidacy, which greatly confused Ayalexie- didn’t he just get a dragon? He also learned that he needed to be a certain age, which bothered him.
However, he is determined to be a “man” and convince the weyrfolk that he is, in fact, of age. He knows he is strong enough to convince them of how fierce and mature he is. With this reassurance to himself, he is positive he can finally get a draggie.
Position in Family: One of the middle children amongst many, but Ayalexie doesn’t keep track. ^^
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: No preference
Reason for this Preference: Because I don’t care. ^^
Syllable Numbers for Name: Something short (ie easy to remember)
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: No preference
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Strength, Agility, Concentration
