Aren

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Character Name: Arenamor - Aren (A'mor)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Preference: Both

Previous Position: Runner, Dragonhealer

Current Position: Dragon candidate

Appearance: Slim, rather a slip of a person, it has taken years of boating to work the muscle that he has. Aren is proud of the fact that he does ripple when he walks, a lean corded muscle built from a life of moving. His shoulders aren't really wide, and most of him is just slim ropey muscle. He doesn't really mind what he looks like - he has a habit of being careful with his appearance, but unlike some girls and guys he doesn't particularly care. He is tall, but not extremely - just enough that he has the height over most girls, and is a little shorter than most guys. He prefers it that way - he likes his girls short, and his guys tall. He isn't strong enough to knock someone out, but has speed and endurance from years as a runner and as a boater on the rivers. His face is blade thin, from a prow-like nose to cheekbones so sharp you can imagine yourself cutting your hand if you run over the high delicate bone.

His hair is a wavy windswept wheat gold color, the rippling between stained dark and sunshine that falls to about mid-ear, covering ears that have just a little more point to the tip than the norm. His eyes are a blue, dark sapphire, rather dark navy with silver sparks and a shadows of gray and black rimming the iris. He has narrow, long-fingered hands, and can pass as older when he wants to try. His face is tan-ish, but his cheeks always redden more than tan. It's his body that tans, a lovely bronze color that he manages to keep most of the year round.

Aren loves extravagant things, and part of that shows on him. He walks into the room, he makes damned sure that everyone knows it. Whether it's singing as he walks in, or purposely dropping something, he is there. F'del can't figure out why - after he get's their attention he generally ignores it. But that's the way that he is, so there. When he walks he has a prowling, hungry gait much like a predator that is going to attack. Its a rangy, attention drawing and warning glide that is noiseless and is reminiscent from his days as a hunter in the jungles on the southern continent.

Personality: A sweetness that is unable to be taken away, a flirtatiousness that is mostly an act, a happy bounce that is nothing but himself, and a wicked tongue that leaves you trying to figure out what just went on is the main things you remember about this man.

He doesn't like standing still, or sitting, loving dancing or just doing something. Aren isn't big on having huge in-depth conversations, but he likes talking to people mostly because of one huge thing. Aren loves to laugh, and loves to see people confused. With a wicked sense of humor that is his own complete brand, he enjoys talking people in circles and making them crazy with trying to figure out what he said. Not necessarily rhyming and clues, he doesn't just come out and say what he means - it's up to the person to try and figure it out. Often he'll leave behind someone still trying to figure out whether it was a compliment or not - his tongue is sharp and he wields it with a delicate but deadly accurate aim.

In conversation he dominates - he enjoys talking to people and spinning them in circles. He reminds someone of one of those kids who would keep on picking up a small bug and not letting it get to its destination because it's amusing - the spinning befuddlement gives him something of a rush. Conversations are only wordplay. He knows what he's going to say and how to say it - surprisingly, he's much sharper with people than everyone gives him credit for. His main thing is he just doesn't care what people think about him.

Aren doesn't have any patience at all, with most things. He doesn't like to deal with small things, especially children, but he tries to stay open with his mind and tolerate the small ones - he only tolerates them for short amounts of time, however. He is apt to have small tantrums, not because he doesn't get his way, but because it's something to do. It's physically impossible for him not to be thinking not to be doing something - which is why he went into medicine as a field. Curious, he has the flaw that although he wants to know, he won't stick around to find out what the answer is. Part of the mystery is the fact that it is a mystery - he likes to learn, but it goes back to the patience problem.

Aren sadly doesn't really like a lot of people. However, he stays neutral - two-faced - not really giving or taking any signs that he will deal with anybody. He has trust issues - you can't trust them, you can't get hurt. He knows far to much than that happy bouncy sweet boy should know, all of the ugly staining reality's of the world. Gossip is one of his favorite things in the world - everyone is human, and he loves seeing what is truth and what is merely rumor. He likes doing things for people without them knowing it - he doesn't do kind things for recognition, but for them. Despite being a two-faced arrogant cocky male, he likes people, and likes to watch them smile. He knows his flare for extravagance helps this too, which is partly why is like that.

Once the man does trust you, however, it's huge. Like many people, he has been hurt and lied to - Aren just takes it harder than most. Once someone has been close enough to him, he has a reason to trust them, and he does with all his heart. Those few people are what he centers his life around - he doesn't have anything else. If someone is crying in the corner, it's a fifty-fifty whether he walks over and asks if they are alright. He's not big on helping others blatantly, but it depends on his mood.

His sexuality is either or - girls and boys are both one big lump that he mashes together. He doesn't really believe in sexuality, and has more of the idea that you like who you like. To Aren, it's all about personality. He loves flirting and flings, but forbid if one word is spoken about a real relationship. That's just bad. When in a relationship, he's the real person under the cocky, bouncy, over-sure male. Sweet, not really dominate at all, generally takes the role of the female because he isn't a dominant person after all of his talk.

He hates several things, and makes them very clear. He despises sitting around and doing nothing, and often gets angry at the smallest thing and then three seconds later it's over - unless it's a big thing that he can stay mad for a long time over. He hates people who has to squish his own ideas, and doesn't agree with a lot of people. He hates those people with weak enough personality's that they get addicted to things - Fidel being the main exception - and really hates eating his vegetables.

He claims not to have soft spots - those would be his little brother, Fidel, his `lizards, dragons in general, people with messed up families.

His brother is someone who he would die for, and he loves him more than life itself. Fidel is his best friend - more than a relationship, he's his brother. The firelizards are his children. Those are his kids, and they all make up all the family he needs.

Healing is a huge part of what he does - smart and confident, he loves dragons and has no qualms about helping them. They are his life - without them, he isn't sure what he would do. Healing is what he does to calm down, what he does when he needs to do something - and when the little girl with the firelizard that comes up crying, he likes being able to help.

History:
Family: Father - A'nim
Mother - Alinatamora
Brothers - Atomornim
Foster Mother - Lialty
Foster Father - Pilat

'A'nim, you have a son.' In Ramik Hold, Alinatamora spoke to the male quietly, holding the hand of a three year old boy. The Bronzerider looked down at the boy briefly, and nodded. 'Fine.' That was the first interaction a happy bouncy boy had with his father, and his mother only shook her head and sent him out the door to play down by the river. She had far to much to do in the kitchens than deal with him. Arenamor, or Aren, didn't see his mother often - she was just a random figure that he saw when summoned, and that wasn't often.

No, the lad grew wild, taught by whoever snatched him that day in the ever busy Ramik hold. His favorite place in the world was down by the river - there, when he could escape, he swam in the currents and amused himself with tumbling about, handstands and flips. The river was his home, and it wasn't long before he found the docks - on the narrow river that bled into the much thicker one that Ramik Hold was located on, they had to have a way to transport things to other Holds. That was the river.

He found the docks, and quickly made several friends - boys his own age of seven or so, who walked around wearing mainly a pair of easily dried breeches and a shirt easily stripped off. It was with them that he found his best friend, Lip. Lip had a huge family, but they were a family - a squabbling pack of kids who loved and taunted each other, looked over by a patient mother who had no problem adopting him into her harem. Their father was one of the Boatmasters, a jolly man who delighted in teaching his children the way of the river. It was here that he found a family, something that he otherwise might never had gotten.

At ten years old, he and Lip had gotten into their fair scraps of trouble. They had learned to boat the entire river, and they knew every eddy and line. Each had their own small boat, slim light boats that were hardy and well polished, and they spent their days in these, out on the river and the small islands that populated it. They hunted for their own food, and learned to be pretty good foragers - thank goodness for Lip's mother who packed them meals until they learned how to cook it. They found a firelizard nest once, and he Impressed the three lizards, while Lip got four. It was a good life, and one that kept the excited boy good.

Than an Bronzerider came to visit. His mother summoned him - this in itself was unusual. The visits between mother and son had gradually increased - he hadn't seen her in at least a little more than a turn. The visit was an odd one to - she grabbed him, stripped him, dunked him in water and proceeded to wash him until he was pink and tingly. His hair was cut - Lialty, Lip's mother, had thankfully trimmed the boys hair once every few months for it was easy to keep it out of their eyes when on the river. This woman - he refused to think of her as a mother - dressed him in nicer clothes, and then made him stand there, shuffling in bare feet - he had lost his shoes again - when A'nim walked into the small weyr. 'Alina. Is that the boy?' His mother, a hardfaced woman, nodded curtly. 'Aye, that's him. Arenamor.' The man looked him over once, and then snorted. 'Fine. Leave.'

Aren stood looking at his father, not quite sure what to expect. The man looked nothing like the person he had placed in the father figure - this was broad shouldered and large, while Pilat was slimmer, and not as harsh. 'Arenamor. You have a half a turn - then you will apprentice in the healing hall. You'll stay there until we come to collect you. You'll Stand at the next clutch Blath sires.' And then the man walked out - and Aren rebelled instantly.

Gifted with a beautiful voice and a quick memory for stories, he was approached about joining the Harperhall, and his adopted-family gave him all the encouragement he could need - but the offer receded suddenly. It turned out, his father had stopped them from taking him, but he didn't learn this until later. He had jumped at this, anything to get away from the Healing Hall, but it wasn't to be.

Left back to his own real family, he swore that he would never be a rider or a healer. He would follow Pilat into the trade, and boat the river. It didn't seem as though he would have any problem - the Weyr's were dying. Shoving A'nim out of his mind, the boy lived the next half a turn planning on running away with Lip - until a few sevendays early something awful happened. It turned out lots of things were happening he didn't understand.

A'nim caught him. He and Lip had been polishing their boats for a last time and planning their escape, when a huge shape fell from the sky and firmly pinned him - crushing his boat. With a yelp, he looked into the gently whirling eye of Blath - his father's dragon. He was dragged to the Healer's Hall, and shoved in there - rebelling almost instantly. He was watched closely, and they found him to be smart, with a knack for it. However, he didn't work well with people, and didn't learn unless tricked - so the master's finally shunted him aside with Masterhealer Taric. He was a dragonhealer, with a smaller group of second-turn apprentices. The man was kind, and understanding - and a friend. He stayed there for a few turns, learning and writing daily letters to Lip - but determined never to Impress a dragon.

Of course, A'nim showed up and snatched him - the Hatching was about to start. It didn't matter - he didn't Impress. His father raged, but the boy escaped with no mother than a bloody nose - he was fast for his age of thirteen. He ran away, out and joined the runners - although he wanted to be a Dragonhealer his father wasn't happy that he hadn't Impressed, and if he saw him right then he might have killed him. So he ran for a turn, until he passed along a message... And found out about the Jump ahead. He caught a ride with the Rider he had met, mourning the fact he never had a chance to say goodbye to his foster family.

Position in Family: Oldest, but not really - Foster family had older kids.

Pets: Green Lady
Sweet to Aren, loves Fidel, but really is haughty and annoyed with the rest of the people and firelizards, hates dragons, vain and proud and not really that bright. She is slim and almost obnoxiously green, loves looking at herself in water.

Green Bubbly
She's devoted to Aren, who she constantly clings to, she's the stupidest thing you have ever met in your life but happy. She's not annoying, is really quiet for a flitt.
Dark green, she loves human food and is a little chubby for a dragon. She doesn't like to fly very often, but she rises often, and she likes flirting. Loves, loves bubbly pie.

Blue Fellis
Thinks he's a dragon, and just as big as the rest of them, he's bright and inquisitive, very smart for a lizard and sensible. Does the chores like taking messages to people, loves being petted and admired, doesn't really mind anything or anybody.
Solid and slightly stocky, he has a beautiful sapphire hide.


Alignment: Loyalist

Special Requests Application reason: Lizards

RP History: Four years
Familiarity with Pern: I'm a n00b
How you found out about our site: Do I have to remember this?

Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Color: I don't care.
Reason for this Preference: ...Surprise me?

For Dragon Candidates:
Syllable Numbers for Name: 2, 3
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: Nope.

For Dragonriders and Dragon Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Don't care....

[M'kel]

Everything looks good, except that in Araelen Weyr's History, back in Artemis Moonlight Weyr time, the Northern Continent had long since been abandoned due to a horrible plague that swept through and killed everybody. So, he couldn't have been at Benden Hold. If you could just change that minor detail, it'll be perfect!

I love your long, detailed histories. Very well thought out!

Temporary approval!

[Shikai]

Looks great! I love his history, it's very detailed. ^^

Permanent approval!