Post by Bay on Aug 26, 2010 6:29:28 GMT
Your name:
Bay.
Character Number:
Unooo.
Character Name:
Destry (will become D'try)
Age:
Almost 20 turns.
Birth Season:
Late winter.
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Candidate
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. But supposing he was really, really drunk...
Appearance:
Perhaps handsome isn't exactly the right word for this fellow.
He's always deemed that term to be too strong and brash for an appearance like his. Handsome, in his book, requires strong manly features. A firm jaw line, muscles, tall, defined nose, thin lips, piercing eyes, cropped hair, large hands... he could go on and on. S'alright with him, not looking like that. The previously mentioned attributes, when formed together, produce a rather frightening man in his mind. Something he'd rather not be.
The term that Destry uses for himself is attractive. Sexy and hot are far too flashy and extreme to be used. His face is his best asset. He does indeed have a defined jaw line, but it's not exactly prominent. He also has a defined nose, but it's not very large or pointy either. A mess of brown hair sits atop his head, usually unkempt and untrimmed, and dark brown eyebrows linger over rounded light honey eyes. Basically, picture the scary man from before, but slightly shorter and with much softer features, and you have yourself a Destry.
From his face down, the next most noticeable thing is his collarbone. It's far more prominent than his jaw, and he actually likes that about himself. Never been able to understand why, but it doesn't matter much. He's a little lanky, but not exactly your standard bean-pole. Standing at an even 5' 11", he easily towers over most females. Then again, there are several guys who stand taller than him. Not that he cares.
Clothing-wise, he dresses comfortably. Dark green, maybe even olive, slacks are usually the pants he prefers, boots covering his feet while a thin, lightly colored v-necked long sleeved shirt covers his upper half. The outfit is ideal for an active lifestyle and allows lots of movement, which is exactly why he wears it. The colors of said clothes may clash, however. He's never really been much on fashion, nor does he care about it.
Personality:
Destry lives in the now, and lives his life to the fullest. In his mind, to do this, one has to clear all negativity from their body and take the bad moments, when they do come, with a grain of salt. He doesn't feel the need to drone or sulk over past horrors or recent incidents. That doesn't mean he isn't sympathetic or supportive to those who have been affected by such events. It's just that he sees mourning and grieving as a sign of sickness - a sickness that people bring upon themselves. He's not angered by people who laze around and mope, just saddened. Why would they want to waste their life like that, he wonders, when those precious moments could easily be morphed into bits of happiness? The man can't understand it, and he guesses he never will.
His now past job as a taxonomist has had a huge impact on his personality. He needs to study the physical form of anything and everything, memorize new findings, and exclaim loudly about whatever he can when around something. Hell, forget people or animals - he could gawk at a well-made basket, proclaiming to the world about how lovely the handle was. Even when there's nobody listening, you could hear the joyous tone of his voice spilling out and echoing in the empty halls of the Weyr.
Naturally happy and joyous in nature, the taxonomist often walks along the thin line between boisterous and laid-back attitudes. As a child he'd always simply hung around, casually sauntering here and there and observing from the background. His past profession led him to see everyone and everything differently, adding a certain robust flair to his childhood relaxation. Now, he tends to confuse people with his displays of emotion, but he finds it both amusing and good for the other person. A little social challenge in a person's life never hurt anything, now did it?
Again, thanks to his job, he's come to judge people solely on appearance when first meeting them. The angles of their bodies, how thick their arms and legs are, where most of their weight is stored, how tall or short they are, the color and feel of their skin - just their overall health comes first and foremost. However, he's yet to produce a introductory comment so bad that it infuriates people. Most of the time he loudly applauds some sort of quality that person has: it could be something as obvious as their hair or figure, or something as detailed as the way their eyes or shaped or how clean their nails are. Everyone and everything is beautiful, a term he expresses often. Even the maimed Queen and the new mysterious basilisks are beautiful!
Of course, his first true love was animals. Canines, felines, runners, herdbeasts, wherries; he's studied them all, inch by inch. He's stuffed, skinned, dissected anything you could think of. But each and every thing and process is absolutely beautiful. He does not put beast before human, though. Interacting and paying attention to his own kind comes first. But things that are not human are so interesting! Some say he has a worse sense of curiosity than a cat. At times he's been known to agree. With this tendency to explore any and every moving or living thing on Pern, it's obvious that Destry has a strong desire to live alongside fire lizards and dragons. Now he'd never probe or tear apart such a creature, that's ridiculous! Beasts as proud and beautiful as that shouldn't be tampered with, no no no. So when he left the road with the search party, it wasn't entirely heartbreaking. Trading his passion for a life with dragons, what could be better?
His colorful vocabulary and overly-happy demeanor has led many a person to believe he's homosexual. This is a very untrue fact. Destry loves the company of women, and definitely prefers them over men, especially when the wines of Benden or klah is involved. He enjoys dabbing in the matters of nature and certain... tendencies from time to time. It's not a hobby that he partakes in often, but when he does, he makes sure he has a good time. The man is known to be a little more polite towards the ladies, a gentlemanly mannerism that many girls give him looks for. But he doesn't mind.
A 'thick layer of skin', as the saying goes, also wraps tightly around Destry's self. Comments or rude words tossed his way about, well, him in general, usually bounces right off, a laugh rolling from his lips. But deep down, sometimes the candidate gets irritated by it all. Rude people aren't his preference, so he usually stays away from them if possible. They seem to bring out an awkward side of him - an oddly shy and fleeting personality that he doesn't want to allow outside his walls.
History:
Well, I suppose I could start of with my most important childhood memories. There's no need for me to go any further than that. It's just the same as most of the other pernese people. Man met woman, they fell in love, decided to have children. Simple as that really. But let's get back to my childhood.
I was the middle child, having a brother before me by four turns, and two turns after my birth another brother followed. The oldest, Sumal, was very special to me when I was younger. I followed him around and admired him more than anyone on Pern. He was so cool and strong in my eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to be like him. Repeating everything he said and clinging to his pants leg were just a few of the things I did, to his annoyance. But when he'd accompany my father during his trading business, I'd hang back. For some reason my father's 'clients' always looked shady, and I couldn't trust them enough to be around them. I'm not exactly sure how I could have determined that as a child, but oh well.
As we got older, and after Rufie was born, Sumal was hardly ever available for the rest of us. He was always with father, lumbering and clinging to him like a lost puppy. I was upset at first. Sumal was mine! But after another year I guess I got over myself and found other things to do. By then I was perhaps eight turns of age, I can't remember exactly. Without either of my parents really around to watch me (father had Sumal and mother had Rufie, he was almost always sick as a child), I started to just wander around the caravan and observe things.
Oh, did I fail to mention my family was always on the move? That's a pretty big detail I seem to have missed. Yes, my family were traders of sorts, living on the road and traveling from Hold to Smallhold. The group included myself, my brothers, my father, mother, and my uncle. We had two wagons, two draybeasts, and whatever we could fit on them. Our goods consisted of trinkets and little fancy things that nobody was interested in besides wealthier people (one reason why we went to Holds more than any other place) and furs. My uncle was a great hunter - he was the one who provided most of our meals. Everything he caught became both food and merchandise in one way or another. It was because of him that I became the person I am today. Once I caught him gutting a wherry. He was so precise and swift with his work, yet he added an unreal amount of grace and gentleness to it as well. I was astounded and for some reason very attracted to the business. At that time I merely walked over to him and crouched down to watch him finish. Afterward, I asked him how a tanner like him became so skilled in... that. His response was just as fast as his handiwork. "I'm not a tanner. I'm a taxonomist."
I'd never heard of that term before, in all honesty. There could really be no such thing as a taxonomist on Pern. But I didn't care. I wanted to be one. From that day forward I started doting around my uncle, trying to make him teach me everything he knew. It took several months of nagging before he gave in and took me under his wing. I'd had to accompany him on hunting trips to learn most of the things I know now. He showed me the hidden details of animals; how each muscle worked to move the creature along, how each part of their body, no matter how small, was important to their survival. The whole process was so divine and beautiful!
For about eight turns I continued to help my uncle with his gutting, hunting, skinning and whatnot. I'd even started to bring in my own game and prepare it by myself. But that lifestyle quickly came to an end once the dragonrider found me.
We were heading towards Telgar Hold when it happened. Minding our own business, trying to predict whether or not the Hold Lord and his Lady would purchase anything. My mother was the first to spot the pair. She shouted and pointed her finger towards a blue speck in the sky, and as soon as we turned to look, the speck had made a small loop and changed direction. We stopped the caravan, all quite puzzled by the blob that started heading for us. To our amazement the dragon began gliding towards the very path we were on, his rider whooping and flailing his arm about like a madman. Dust billowed around us as they landed, our eyes wide as the bluerider dismounted the beast and came to greet us.
He was from Benden, and had been visiting Telgar Hold on a search for candidates for their current queen's clutch. I thought to myself how odd that was - didn't Telgar Weyr usually search their own hold? I kept my mouth shut as he continued to explain himself. Apparently he and Nurianeth were getting ready to between back to Benden when the blue sensed a potential candidate nearby. The dragonrider was sure that the person wasn't back at the Hold, so they decided to take to the skies and look elsewhere. The man (who later introduced himself as R'jir) retreated back to the dragon and patted it's hide, saying how the blue led them to this place. We were all still appalled by the event. It sounded fishy, and I myself was questioning if such a thing could ever happen. To say the least, I nearly doubled over in shock when the rider pointed to me and said I was the person Nurianeth was searching for.
Everyone besides me was ecstatic. Becoming a dragonrider would be a noble thing and was sure to make my family proud; I'm certain I saw a hint of jealousy on my older brother's face. I didn't want to leave my uncle and my new-found profession, but oh, dragons were so beautiful! I'd never be able to have another chance like this. Hesitantly I packed my things, my attitude changing dramatically once I was able to sit on the mighty blue's back. It was wonderful! I drawled on and on about how miraculous Nurianeth was. I'm certain R'jir got aggravated by it, along with everyone else back at Benden. I was exclaiming and swooning over the dragons day and night, each and every day. The weyrfolk were hoping I'd Impress only because that way I'd have my own dragon to blab about instead of the hundred or so that lived there.
And soon enough, the Hatching came about. I was one of the first boys on the sands, but also one of the older ones, being 18 turns. My cheers and applause was genuine and very heartfelt as each dragonet entered the world, and it took everything I had to keep my comments to myself as they hobbled about. Impression after Impression flew by, and before I knew it, the Hatching was over. Myself and a few others were left standing, un-chosen by the promising clutch. But that was alright. The one for me wasn't in that batch, was all!
Before the Queen could get her next flight in, word spread around the area that a Weyr to the west was having horrible problems and needed as many candidates as they could get their hands on. Was it shocking that I was chosen to transfer? Honestly, I'm sure it was just because Benden wanted to get rid of me. But I didn't care. Skyline was a new, exciting, beautiful place. They'd love to have me there! My mind was filled with such splendor during the passage over to the Weyr, and it turns out that I was needed at this place. There was so much confusion, so much pain and loss written on every face I saw. It was so sad! True, they'd just been hit hard by the sudden appearance of the basilisks, but they'd always be unhappy lumps if they didn't get over it soon! Right after I made myself comfortable in my new room within the barracks, I made a promise to myself that I'd try to make as many people possible happier.
Easier said than done.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?:
None.
Future:
He wants to see himself bringing a relaxed, calm atmosphere to Skyline. Even though he didn't really have the desire to come here in the first place, he's decided that if he really is meant to be a dragon rider, then he'd better find something to do while being one. After the pungent history at the Weyr, he'd like to try and inspire others to pursue and do things that would make them happy again. Faranth knows he hates to see a sad face!
Pets:
Name: Tassel
Color: Green [#8CDD81]
Age: 0 turns (Winter, turn 2581)
Appearance:
Pale, dusty jade in color, this green is not what you’d call the largest of the clutch. In fact, she’s one of the smallest to have hatched at Skyline. But look at her properly and you’ll see she’s more like a queen scaled down, just not made up of muscle. Unlike most greens, she’s not whip-like but pudgy, with soft round curves and short legs. This is not for lack of exercise, however, for she’s an active little critter, flittering around Destry’s head like a mini tornado, collecting little bits and pieces that catch her eye.
Personality:
She’s a curious little thing too, loving to stick her nose into where it’s not welcome. But unlike some, if whomever’s business she’s poking into takes displeasure at it, she won’t flee. In fact, she’ll just sit there staring at you for a disturbingly long time, leading many to believe that she’s slightly retarded. These suspicions are usually confirmed when she rolls onto her back and demands a tummy scratch from whomever’s angry with her, often with her tongue hanging from her mouth. She’s dumb and extremely forgetful, but a complete sweetheart otherwise (as long as they don’t steal her shinies). She just needs someone to love her.
Dragon Colour/Personality/Gender Preference:
Oh, would Destry love a blue! For some reason he's really attracted to the color. But please, don't feel too inclined to give him what he wants. Personality doesn't matter much either, but I'd rather not have a dragonet as bouncy as he is. Maybe something more neutral or solemn to even it out? A male dragon is preferred as well.
Cannon/Uncannon:
Doesn't matter, even though I specified blue. He'd be happy to have any male draggie, no matter what the color!
Reason:
It would make for an interesting relationship between himself and his future dragon. Not that it wouldn't be interesting anyway, with Destry looming and hovering over the poor thing all the time.
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