Post by hannah on Aug 25, 2010 16:51:48 GMT
Hannah
Character Number:2
Character Name: S'rel
Age: 17
Birth Season: mid-summer
Gender: Male
Rank: Candidate
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Dark brown almost black hair hangs messily around his face. It’s like a hairy monster trying to eat his head as it curls. It’s next to impossible to run a comb through so it’s often left to its devices. Round hazel eyes look like the sides of a stream after a flash flood, muddy water and flecks of green buried amongst debris. His face is oval and it’s currently fighting off the last stages of acne.
Surel is compact and sturdy but not pudgy. Broad shoulders taper to a thinner trunk and hips, and his legs are powerful and well muscled, though his arms are a little flabbier. He enjoys walking barefoot and has a collection of scars on their tough soles; his fingers sport small, thin scars from his adventurous childhood.
Moderately loose clothing is his preference and he usually keeps up with whatever those around him are wearing. Most of it’s well worn as he can’t be bothered to actually get new stuff or repair the stuff he has. Browns, grays and blues are his hues, since they don’t show the dirt quite as bad.
Personality:
Everyone is a friend to Surel. Just met him? No problem, you're practically a member of the family. Once you sit down with him, he'll talk your ear off too. Rider, holder, druge it doesn't matter, he'll just chatter away. His mess of adorable curls, usually keeps people from just walking away, who could say no to a face like his?
Surel isn't the type to have good looks and know it. He's to busy in his little world to notice he gets what he wants most of the time. What he does enjoy is exploring. Each rock or plant he comes across is like a mini-treasure trove, needless to say he spent alot of time in mud puddles as a child. He isn't bothered by getting dirty, or having things nest in his hair, so long as he can get over that next hill.
There's a stubborn streak a mile wide running through him. Surel will hold on tooth and nail to something if he gets his mind to it. Only a severe reprimand, or something else distracting him will make him let go. All his tutors have complained that his head it to thick, and that is completely accurate. Surel tends to get very focused on a task and wouldn't even notice a basilisk sneeking up behind him. Not only wouldn't he notice a woman walking by, he doesn't understand why he should care. He has some between the furs experience, but still has a sense of naivety. He's gullible, and will listen in rapt fascination to lies.
He believes that basilisks may not be as bad as everyone says that they are, but it’s hard to ignore the evidence in front of him.
History: Surel was born in a hold not to far from Fort. His mother, Saren, often praised him for being such an easy birth, especially after her five other children. His father, Tarel, was a working man, who yearned to become wealthier. He has Two older brothers and two older sisters. He was kind of sickly through his first few turns and since his siblings had to be careful with him, he didn't get to play with them. He got a long best with his sisters, though he was kind of the odd ball/outcast of the family.
Once he was old enough to walk and talk, Surel was on the move and asking questions. "What's this?" was followed by, "What's it do?" and "Why?" He ran his mother raged and since his father was either at an alehouse or working, the community of the hold helped raise him. The old ladies loved to dote on him and he was content to help them pull weeds or cook as long as he got his explanations. As he got older he didn't show any penchant for any trade, so his father gladly put him to work harvesting, and taking care of the hold animals. Once night fell though, Surel would shed his work cloths and sneak out of the house, to explore. Everything looked different at night and it made climbing trees all the more challenging.
When Tarel heard of the move west all he could think of was the bounty that must be laying in wait. He quickly volunteered his family to go. Starting again in a new continent wasn't as easy as they imagined. Surel worked long days and was to exhausted to do anything but sleep at night. The stories he heard about that fateful day in the fog, followed him into nightmares. When a dragon came to search for Ariseth's clutch, Surel reluctantly agreed, knowing two dragonless men had returned with monsters.
Surel wasn't there when the monsters called basilisks attacked, he's only seen glimpses of the two in the infirmary. In his natural naivety, he doesn't understand why weyrfolk could hate them so much. Getting a dragonet of his own could change that idea though.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: No
Future: Surel would like to see himself knee deep in some unexplored river. I on the other hand want him to mature some, and become less hyper (He’ll wear me out!), and survive the basilisks!
Pets: Taz
Colour: Blue (1d7b83)
Impressed to: S'rel
Appearance: Dark aqua covers this blue’s hide from nose to tail, with ripples of various shades on the in between. Like waves cresting the shore, the blue meets a spattering of white at his wing tips, draining them completely or colour. As blue’s go, he’s not especially small, but there have been bigger. However, as his clutchsiblings go, this flitter has probably go the best proportions. Everything fits perfectly, flowing seamlessly from one to the other.
Personality: Like many of his sisters this blue seems to have a constant supply of energy, a must have for him to follow Surel everywhere he goes. He is as endlessly curious as his human, rarely passing up an opportunity to investigate some far gone nook or cranny, particularly if it looks like food may be at the end of it, and will prove to be more than a match for any unsuspecting tunnelsnake he may meet on his forays. But despite this, the blue is not hyper, rather he takes a laid back attitude to life. He doesn’t rush, but get’s everywhere eventually at whatever speed he feels like on that particular day.
Colour: Blue (2fc2ff)
Name: Empyreath
Appearance: Empyreath is a bright blue shade, with a white ring around his right eye and white toes on his left fore foot. He's a chunky monkey, with a broad, deep chest and stocky legs, a heavy set neck and broad face. Muscles are easily spotted under his vibrant hide and even as a young weyrling his large size, getting on for that of a small brown, gives him the appearance of a dragon much older than he really is.
Personality: Despite his mature appearance, Empyreath is the prankster of the bunch. He loves to cause mischief, especially for his rider. His favourite thing has to be spreading amusing, but false rumours, or contacting another dragon asking them to pass on a nonexistent message for his rider. Quite often "Mine wishes to tell Yours he loves him/her and will do anything for him/her". But he's not malicious in his joking about. He knows who should be pranked and who shouldn't be and never wants to cause hard feelings from it all. However, if he thinks you need cheering up he'll try to do so. Unfortunately his methods of cheering you up may well mean that you have to have a pretty good sense of humour in order to find it amusing. His view on life is that the glass is always more than half full, and it its not, mischief fills up that glass!
Impressed to: Surel (hannah)
Reason?
Surel (M): Empyreath
Who else really, could our dear Empyreath go to? One prankster attracts another after all! And Empyreath needs someone who will be able to put up with his playfulness and practical jokes. As well as a partner in crime. Both are plenty of fun, and both can no doubt get themselves into a lot of trouble. But of course, they'll always have the other there for them through thick and thin! As friendly a pair as you'll ever meet too. With a bit of luck though, each will be able to encourage the other to mature and take some responsibility. Maybe not for themselves, but for their other half and for those around them. We can only wait and see!
Character Number:2
Character Name: S'rel
Age: 17
Birth Season: mid-summer
Gender: Male
Rank: Candidate
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Dark brown almost black hair hangs messily around his face. It’s like a hairy monster trying to eat his head as it curls. It’s next to impossible to run a comb through so it’s often left to its devices. Round hazel eyes look like the sides of a stream after a flash flood, muddy water and flecks of green buried amongst debris. His face is oval and it’s currently fighting off the last stages of acne.
Surel is compact and sturdy but not pudgy. Broad shoulders taper to a thinner trunk and hips, and his legs are powerful and well muscled, though his arms are a little flabbier. He enjoys walking barefoot and has a collection of scars on their tough soles; his fingers sport small, thin scars from his adventurous childhood.
Moderately loose clothing is his preference and he usually keeps up with whatever those around him are wearing. Most of it’s well worn as he can’t be bothered to actually get new stuff or repair the stuff he has. Browns, grays and blues are his hues, since they don’t show the dirt quite as bad.
Personality:
Everyone is a friend to Surel. Just met him? No problem, you're practically a member of the family. Once you sit down with him, he'll talk your ear off too. Rider, holder, druge it doesn't matter, he'll just chatter away. His mess of adorable curls, usually keeps people from just walking away, who could say no to a face like his?
Surel isn't the type to have good looks and know it. He's to busy in his little world to notice he gets what he wants most of the time. What he does enjoy is exploring. Each rock or plant he comes across is like a mini-treasure trove, needless to say he spent alot of time in mud puddles as a child. He isn't bothered by getting dirty, or having things nest in his hair, so long as he can get over that next hill.
There's a stubborn streak a mile wide running through him. Surel will hold on tooth and nail to something if he gets his mind to it. Only a severe reprimand, or something else distracting him will make him let go. All his tutors have complained that his head it to thick, and that is completely accurate. Surel tends to get very focused on a task and wouldn't even notice a basilisk sneeking up behind him. Not only wouldn't he notice a woman walking by, he doesn't understand why he should care. He has some between the furs experience, but still has a sense of naivety. He's gullible, and will listen in rapt fascination to lies.
He believes that basilisks may not be as bad as everyone says that they are, but it’s hard to ignore the evidence in front of him.
History: Surel was born in a hold not to far from Fort. His mother, Saren, often praised him for being such an easy birth, especially after her five other children. His father, Tarel, was a working man, who yearned to become wealthier. He has Two older brothers and two older sisters. He was kind of sickly through his first few turns and since his siblings had to be careful with him, he didn't get to play with them. He got a long best with his sisters, though he was kind of the odd ball/outcast of the family.
Once he was old enough to walk and talk, Surel was on the move and asking questions. "What's this?" was followed by, "What's it do?" and "Why?" He ran his mother raged and since his father was either at an alehouse or working, the community of the hold helped raise him. The old ladies loved to dote on him and he was content to help them pull weeds or cook as long as he got his explanations. As he got older he didn't show any penchant for any trade, so his father gladly put him to work harvesting, and taking care of the hold animals. Once night fell though, Surel would shed his work cloths and sneak out of the house, to explore. Everything looked different at night and it made climbing trees all the more challenging.
When Tarel heard of the move west all he could think of was the bounty that must be laying in wait. He quickly volunteered his family to go. Starting again in a new continent wasn't as easy as they imagined. Surel worked long days and was to exhausted to do anything but sleep at night. The stories he heard about that fateful day in the fog, followed him into nightmares. When a dragon came to search for Ariseth's clutch, Surel reluctantly agreed, knowing two dragonless men had returned with monsters.
Surel wasn't there when the monsters called basilisks attacked, he's only seen glimpses of the two in the infirmary. In his natural naivety, he doesn't understand why weyrfolk could hate them so much. Getting a dragonet of his own could change that idea though.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: No
Future: Surel would like to see himself knee deep in some unexplored river. I on the other hand want him to mature some, and become less hyper (He’ll wear me out!), and survive the basilisks!
Pets: Taz
Colour: Blue (1d7b83)
Impressed to: S'rel
Appearance: Dark aqua covers this blue’s hide from nose to tail, with ripples of various shades on the in between. Like waves cresting the shore, the blue meets a spattering of white at his wing tips, draining them completely or colour. As blue’s go, he’s not especially small, but there have been bigger. However, as his clutchsiblings go, this flitter has probably go the best proportions. Everything fits perfectly, flowing seamlessly from one to the other.
Personality: Like many of his sisters this blue seems to have a constant supply of energy, a must have for him to follow Surel everywhere he goes. He is as endlessly curious as his human, rarely passing up an opportunity to investigate some far gone nook or cranny, particularly if it looks like food may be at the end of it, and will prove to be more than a match for any unsuspecting tunnelsnake he may meet on his forays. But despite this, the blue is not hyper, rather he takes a laid back attitude to life. He doesn’t rush, but get’s everywhere eventually at whatever speed he feels like on that particular day.
Colour: Blue (2fc2ff)
Name: Empyreath
Appearance: Empyreath is a bright blue shade, with a white ring around his right eye and white toes on his left fore foot. He's a chunky monkey, with a broad, deep chest and stocky legs, a heavy set neck and broad face. Muscles are easily spotted under his vibrant hide and even as a young weyrling his large size, getting on for that of a small brown, gives him the appearance of a dragon much older than he really is.
Personality: Despite his mature appearance, Empyreath is the prankster of the bunch. He loves to cause mischief, especially for his rider. His favourite thing has to be spreading amusing, but false rumours, or contacting another dragon asking them to pass on a nonexistent message for his rider. Quite often "Mine wishes to tell Yours he loves him/her and will do anything for him/her". But he's not malicious in his joking about. He knows who should be pranked and who shouldn't be and never wants to cause hard feelings from it all. However, if he thinks you need cheering up he'll try to do so. Unfortunately his methods of cheering you up may well mean that you have to have a pretty good sense of humour in order to find it amusing. His view on life is that the glass is always more than half full, and it its not, mischief fills up that glass!
Impressed to: Surel (hannah)
Reason?
Surel (M): Empyreath
Who else really, could our dear Empyreath go to? One prankster attracts another after all! And Empyreath needs someone who will be able to put up with his playfulness and practical jokes. As well as a partner in crime. Both are plenty of fun, and both can no doubt get themselves into a lot of trouble. But of course, they'll always have the other there for them through thick and thin! As friendly a pair as you'll ever meet too. With a bit of luck though, each will be able to encourage the other to mature and take some responsibility. Maybe not for themselves, but for their other half and for those around them. We can only wait and see!