Post by Tealah on Jun 20, 2009 13:06:49 GMT -5
CHARACTER NAME: Tarin (T'rin)
AGE: 19
GENDER: male
PREFERENCE: Hasn't really got one at this point
PREVIOUS POSITION: drudge
CURRENT POSITION: Candidate
APPEARANCE: As a tall, gangly kid, Tarin can't get much more noticeable, right? Well, how about tall, gangly, extremely pale, freckly, and with the most obnoxiously bright orangy-red hair? Most drudges tend to go unnoticed. Tarin couldn't be more noticeable if he tried. That obnoxious hair is cut short and seems determined to spike out in every direction at once. His eyes, however, are an unremarkable grayish color, and are more often than not unfocused and dreamy. His face is generally a mishmash of old and new bruises from running into things or being hit with things when he's daydreaming. His thin nose has obviously been broken several times, most likely for the same reason. He has a lot of pretty nasty scars visible on his body, and probably a lot that aren't as visible - not from abuse, but from general absent-mindedness.
PERSONALITY: Tarin is a dreamer. That's the best way of describing him. Most of his life is spent in his imagination rather than the real world. This is why he's a drudge, like his mother, rather than a crafter or something. He rarely notices the people around him enough to speak to them, and even when spoken to directly has a tendency to be dreamy and vague. He generally responds to any attempt to wake him from his imagination with a vague smile and an equally vague response that probably had nothing to do with what was said to him. Generally thought to be dim-witted. Likes music and dancing, although he can't play or sing and he's not a very good dancer.
*FAULTS: Tarin doesn't pay attention to anything happening around him, including whatever he's supposed to be doing, which means he's no longer trusted with food, knives, breakables, or pretty much anything that would be ruined if he forgot what he was doing. His memory, especially his short-term memory, is pretty awful. He tends to seriously annoy people without even trying. He's unambitious, and would probably be surprised to learn that some people are. His daydreaming is, while not necessarily more important than the real world, is vastly more interesting to him and keeps him too occupied to deal with real life.
*STRENGTHS: Tarin is very kind, in a vague sort of way. He never deliberately hurts anything, and is likely to treat anything from a small child to a wild feline with the same absent-minded affection. While too absent-minded for his care to extend to the long-term, Tarin has been known to bring injured birds and small beasts to the beastcrafters when he happens to notice them. He's very sweet, and rarely, if ever, has a harsh word to say about anyone. He reacts to punishment goodnaturedly, and even when he used to be picked on and tormented by the other Weyrbrats he'd only smile at them. This has led to people thinking he's dim-witted, but he's not. He's fairly intelligent, but all of his intelligence is focused on dreaming to the extent that nothing else really matters.
FEARS: rather little - he doesn't really notice things enough to pay attention to them.
DREAMS: What doesn't he dream about? Being a dragonrider, talking to animals, being a famous weaver, being a famous harper, being a famous anything. He's always dreaming, he just never follows through.
HISTORY: Tarin was born at Artemis Moon to a prettyish drudge who happened to be around a brownrider who'd just lost a mating flight. Dawen wasn't a particularly good mother, and not particularly intelligent - he definitely got that from his father - so she didn't know how to deal with a child with his intellectual needs. Rather than bringing him to the creche with the other children, she kept him with her all the time. When he was little this was fine, but as he grew into toddlerhood the unvaried routine of a drudge's work was just so boring. Dawen, not understanding how necessary activity and mental stimulation is for children and thinking that she was doing what was best for Tarin, would sternly punish him if he wandered or got in the way. And that was boring too! So when he should have been learning lessons from the harper with all the other children, he began making up stories in his head. The older he got and the more he came to see that his imagination was much more interesting than the life Dawen allowed him, the more complicated his imagining became until after a while it was the only thing that mattered any more. He went from being the much-praised, active darling of the kitchen staff to being an absent-minded, featherbrained nuisance.
When he was twelve Tarin's father T'non finally took an interest in him. No son of his would be a drudge, oh no. He'd be a dragonrider, or failing that he'd go into a skilled craft of some kind. Maybe beastcrafting, like T'non's own father and brothers. So T'non took his son aside and - with the assumption that he'd had the same harper lessons as all the other weyrbrats - began quizzing him about what he knew. Tarin dutifully struggled to answer as best as he could, but he could neither read nor write, or solve even the simplest of arithmetic problems. He couldn't even count past his number of fingers. T'non contemptuously pronounced him feeble-minded, and Dawen - being somewhat feeble-minded herself - simply agreed with everything he said. Since his parents believed it, and Tarin in his dreamy vagueness did in fact seem to be, no one thought to question it, and Tarin was put to drudgework. Actually doing drudgework was just as bad as watching it, so Tarin slipped farther and farther into his imagination.
So how did he manage to get to Araelen, you may ask? Well, even drudges are necessary to the running of a Weyr, even a new one. Even so, he probably would never have ended up there if T'non hadn't still felt some familial responsibility for him. Dawen had died of a fever just that year past, leaving Tarin to wander alone in his strangeness, so T'non felt compelled to bring him along when he went with the others to Araelen. He rode over on T'non's Daneveryth when T'non followed the others. His lack of reaction to flying or going between, not even fear, only confirmed to T'non what he'd thought.
And then sometime here he's going to be searched if anyone's interested in doing so.
Position in Family: Middle-ish child of an unknown number of T'non's children, only child of Dawen
Pets: None
Alignment: Doesn't pay attention enough to notice such things.
Candidate Section
desired dragon color: Whatever. Blue, brown, bronze. Probably not green.
Reason for preference: Bronze or brown would shake him out of his dream-world to live up to his potential, but blue would probably just get drawn in, which could also be interesting. I can't really see him riding green.
For Dragon Candidates:
Syllable Numbers for Name: The simpler the better with Tarin.
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: None, really
For Dragonriders and Dragon Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: It really depends on what he Impresses, but Team Coordination would be great. And after that I don't really care. XD
AGE: 19
GENDER: male
PREFERENCE: Hasn't really got one at this point
PREVIOUS POSITION: drudge
CURRENT POSITION: Candidate
APPEARANCE: As a tall, gangly kid, Tarin can't get much more noticeable, right? Well, how about tall, gangly, extremely pale, freckly, and with the most obnoxiously bright orangy-red hair? Most drudges tend to go unnoticed. Tarin couldn't be more noticeable if he tried. That obnoxious hair is cut short and seems determined to spike out in every direction at once. His eyes, however, are an unremarkable grayish color, and are more often than not unfocused and dreamy. His face is generally a mishmash of old and new bruises from running into things or being hit with things when he's daydreaming. His thin nose has obviously been broken several times, most likely for the same reason. He has a lot of pretty nasty scars visible on his body, and probably a lot that aren't as visible - not from abuse, but from general absent-mindedness.
PERSONALITY: Tarin is a dreamer. That's the best way of describing him. Most of his life is spent in his imagination rather than the real world. This is why he's a drudge, like his mother, rather than a crafter or something. He rarely notices the people around him enough to speak to them, and even when spoken to directly has a tendency to be dreamy and vague. He generally responds to any attempt to wake him from his imagination with a vague smile and an equally vague response that probably had nothing to do with what was said to him. Generally thought to be dim-witted. Likes music and dancing, although he can't play or sing and he's not a very good dancer.
*FAULTS: Tarin doesn't pay attention to anything happening around him, including whatever he's supposed to be doing, which means he's no longer trusted with food, knives, breakables, or pretty much anything that would be ruined if he forgot what he was doing. His memory, especially his short-term memory, is pretty awful. He tends to seriously annoy people without even trying. He's unambitious, and would probably be surprised to learn that some people are. His daydreaming is, while not necessarily more important than the real world, is vastly more interesting to him and keeps him too occupied to deal with real life.
*STRENGTHS: Tarin is very kind, in a vague sort of way. He never deliberately hurts anything, and is likely to treat anything from a small child to a wild feline with the same absent-minded affection. While too absent-minded for his care to extend to the long-term, Tarin has been known to bring injured birds and small beasts to the beastcrafters when he happens to notice them. He's very sweet, and rarely, if ever, has a harsh word to say about anyone. He reacts to punishment goodnaturedly, and even when he used to be picked on and tormented by the other Weyrbrats he'd only smile at them. This has led to people thinking he's dim-witted, but he's not. He's fairly intelligent, but all of his intelligence is focused on dreaming to the extent that nothing else really matters.
FEARS: rather little - he doesn't really notice things enough to pay attention to them.
DREAMS: What doesn't he dream about? Being a dragonrider, talking to animals, being a famous weaver, being a famous harper, being a famous anything. He's always dreaming, he just never follows through.
HISTORY: Tarin was born at Artemis Moon to a prettyish drudge who happened to be around a brownrider who'd just lost a mating flight. Dawen wasn't a particularly good mother, and not particularly intelligent - he definitely got that from his father - so she didn't know how to deal with a child with his intellectual needs. Rather than bringing him to the creche with the other children, she kept him with her all the time. When he was little this was fine, but as he grew into toddlerhood the unvaried routine of a drudge's work was just so boring. Dawen, not understanding how necessary activity and mental stimulation is for children and thinking that she was doing what was best for Tarin, would sternly punish him if he wandered or got in the way. And that was boring too! So when he should have been learning lessons from the harper with all the other children, he began making up stories in his head. The older he got and the more he came to see that his imagination was much more interesting than the life Dawen allowed him, the more complicated his imagining became until after a while it was the only thing that mattered any more. He went from being the much-praised, active darling of the kitchen staff to being an absent-minded, featherbrained nuisance.
When he was twelve Tarin's father T'non finally took an interest in him. No son of his would be a drudge, oh no. He'd be a dragonrider, or failing that he'd go into a skilled craft of some kind. Maybe beastcrafting, like T'non's own father and brothers. So T'non took his son aside and - with the assumption that he'd had the same harper lessons as all the other weyrbrats - began quizzing him about what he knew. Tarin dutifully struggled to answer as best as he could, but he could neither read nor write, or solve even the simplest of arithmetic problems. He couldn't even count past his number of fingers. T'non contemptuously pronounced him feeble-minded, and Dawen - being somewhat feeble-minded herself - simply agreed with everything he said. Since his parents believed it, and Tarin in his dreamy vagueness did in fact seem to be, no one thought to question it, and Tarin was put to drudgework. Actually doing drudgework was just as bad as watching it, so Tarin slipped farther and farther into his imagination.
So how did he manage to get to Araelen, you may ask? Well, even drudges are necessary to the running of a Weyr, even a new one. Even so, he probably would never have ended up there if T'non hadn't still felt some familial responsibility for him. Dawen had died of a fever just that year past, leaving Tarin to wander alone in his strangeness, so T'non felt compelled to bring him along when he went with the others to Araelen. He rode over on T'non's Daneveryth when T'non followed the others. His lack of reaction to flying or going between, not even fear, only confirmed to T'non what he'd thought.
And then sometime here he's going to be searched if anyone's interested in doing so.
Position in Family: Middle-ish child of an unknown number of T'non's children, only child of Dawen
Pets: None
Alignment: Doesn't pay attention enough to notice such things.
Candidate Section
desired dragon color: Whatever. Blue, brown, bronze. Probably not green.
Reason for preference: Bronze or brown would shake him out of his dream-world to live up to his potential, but blue would probably just get drawn in, which could also be interesting. I can't really see him riding green.
For Dragon Candidates:
Syllable Numbers for Name: The simpler the better with Tarin.
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: None, really
For Dragonriders and Dragon Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: It really depends on what he Impresses, but Team Coordination would be great. And after that I don't really care. XD
