Post by Rowen on Mar 8, 2010 23:59:05 GMT -5
Recruitment: Ya’ll should know E got me interested!
Email: Bilepitkit@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Vasrilin
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Turns
Origin: Ponna Weyr
Appearance:
Brown hair the color of rich soil doesn’t make him stand out much. It’s his eyes that at times appear to be a very light blue or maybe its gray. They change just slightly with his emotions. At times mirroring the sky it can be unnerving for some to look him in the eye. He inherited his eyes from his father and his hair from him as well. His light complexion and lips came from his mother. He isn’t dark, nor is he very light the sun doesn’t seem to darken him much.
Usually closely shaved but on occasion a little bit of stubble is visible. He carries a small scar on his left cheek. It’s high on his cheek structure, curving almost in a faint ‘S’ shape. Standing a little over six feet he has long legs and arms. Built from his hobbies and his daily work around the weyr he feel’s secure in his abilities.
He isn’t the most built, but his build is perfect for sword play his arms and legs strong. His reflex’s quick, and his eyes sharp. When caught practicing he can gather a crowd if word spreads. His movements are always graceful as if measured.
Wearing cloths that are just slightly loose but tight at all the right places. He prefers to wear a shirt just slightly open in a ‘V’. Around his neck there is usually a chain necklace visible. You can often find him wearing boots a dark brown that go well with the earthly colored clothes he wears. He isn’t often seen in a white shirt, or a light colored garment. He seems to know that the dark colors match his hair, and high light the lightness of his eyes.
Family:
Father: To be Revealed
Mother: Shalarioa (47 Turns)
A crèche woman, she was surprised by her second son’s appearance. She is a kind woman but is as secretive as her second son. There’s just one secret she’s ever shared, and that was for her youngest ears alone. It is one of the few things she ever did for him.
Siblings from Mothers side:
T’gro (21 Turns) - Rider of Brown Kapath
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
Secretive, it’s not often you’ll hear him talk about his past, or about who his sire was. In fact, he doesn’t speak about it at all. Since it’s not uncommon in the weyr few have reason to question the storm eyed man who fights for fun. He isn’t in a shell often, but on the occasion he is he can be very cryptic and withholding of information. He is a good ear to chatter at since it seems he is rarely listening, for women he is a confidant. When he feels he must speak he does, he often doesn’t worry over the trivial and lives for the day enjoying what it brings.
Usually he appears quite calm on the outside, but his eyes always seem to reveal a storm of emotions that are often confusing. His eyes seem to always see everything making him seem like he’s staring when he’s only glanced at you a second.
On the occasion that his emotions become visible in the form of his silver tongue it’s clear that he has a long fuse on most aspects, and appears to care for women and their problems, but the moment he turns around and they’re done talking it seems as if he only cares when they do and only for that moment that he’s in their presence. By all outward appearances he is a cool headed person with a temper that can be unpredictable when a certain nerve is struck.
Hobbies/Skills: Swordplay and Sparring.
Pets: Ha! You’re joking right? NA
History:
Raised by his crèche mother and the others who took turns at raising the boy who unnerved even some of the grown ups. As a babe he was quiet and watchful crying when he wanted to, he was a charming babe when he wanted to be. His toddler hood wasn’t much different. He grew up with many friends, liked by almost everyone. He didn’t seem to make enemies at any time, happy and conversational when around others when you found him alone in a deserted area it wasn’t uncommon to find him sitting quietly his mind obviously else where.
He started handling swords when he could barely manage to keep it upright. Spending a lot of time in the blacksmith’s presence, and practicing lifting the swords he was familiar with the handling of a sword before most his own age took an interest in them. He wasn’t really stronger than some of his own friends but he was good with his speed and reflexes.
It was because of this that he was often challenged by any who took an interest in swords. He often won against those his own age, taking it in good stride as his due it wasn’t until he faced a true master that he learned how out of he league he was as a boy. It is by that man’s hand that he acquired the scare on his cheek to remind him forever that he should never misjudge how well trained he thinks he is, but to know and to never let it go to his head.
Having been beat at a barely 13 turns he didn’t resent the better swordsman, but instead when he was defeated he asked that the man teach him. For three years he was taught by the man, but finally the man stopped teaching one day saying that everything else he had to learn on his own. From sword play to girls, Vasrilin was well liked by the girls and well appreciated. However after just one encounter with a woman he has never been to bed with another.
Taking instead an interest in letting the girls come to him and telling him all they please and he in return seems to care. It has not been since that first woman that he has ever given ‘chase’ to a woman; though he has no doubts that he will take an interest in a woman eventually.
Color Preference: Brown
Email: Bilepitkit@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Vasrilin
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Turns
Origin: Ponna Weyr
Appearance:
Brown hair the color of rich soil doesn’t make him stand out much. It’s his eyes that at times appear to be a very light blue or maybe its gray. They change just slightly with his emotions. At times mirroring the sky it can be unnerving for some to look him in the eye. He inherited his eyes from his father and his hair from him as well. His light complexion and lips came from his mother. He isn’t dark, nor is he very light the sun doesn’t seem to darken him much.
Usually closely shaved but on occasion a little bit of stubble is visible. He carries a small scar on his left cheek. It’s high on his cheek structure, curving almost in a faint ‘S’ shape. Standing a little over six feet he has long legs and arms. Built from his hobbies and his daily work around the weyr he feel’s secure in his abilities.
He isn’t the most built, but his build is perfect for sword play his arms and legs strong. His reflex’s quick, and his eyes sharp. When caught practicing he can gather a crowd if word spreads. His movements are always graceful as if measured.
Wearing cloths that are just slightly loose but tight at all the right places. He prefers to wear a shirt just slightly open in a ‘V’. Around his neck there is usually a chain necklace visible. You can often find him wearing boots a dark brown that go well with the earthly colored clothes he wears. He isn’t often seen in a white shirt, or a light colored garment. He seems to know that the dark colors match his hair, and high light the lightness of his eyes.
Family:
Father: To be Revealed
Mother: Shalarioa (47 Turns)
A crèche woman, she was surprised by her second son’s appearance. She is a kind woman but is as secretive as her second son. There’s just one secret she’s ever shared, and that was for her youngest ears alone. It is one of the few things she ever did for him.
Siblings from Mothers side:
T’gro (21 Turns) - Rider of Brown Kapath
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
Secretive, it’s not often you’ll hear him talk about his past, or about who his sire was. In fact, he doesn’t speak about it at all. Since it’s not uncommon in the weyr few have reason to question the storm eyed man who fights for fun. He isn’t in a shell often, but on the occasion he is he can be very cryptic and withholding of information. He is a good ear to chatter at since it seems he is rarely listening, for women he is a confidant. When he feels he must speak he does, he often doesn’t worry over the trivial and lives for the day enjoying what it brings.
Usually he appears quite calm on the outside, but his eyes always seem to reveal a storm of emotions that are often confusing. His eyes seem to always see everything making him seem like he’s staring when he’s only glanced at you a second.
On the occasion that his emotions become visible in the form of his silver tongue it’s clear that he has a long fuse on most aspects, and appears to care for women and their problems, but the moment he turns around and they’re done talking it seems as if he only cares when they do and only for that moment that he’s in their presence. By all outward appearances he is a cool headed person with a temper that can be unpredictable when a certain nerve is struck.
Hobbies/Skills: Swordplay and Sparring.
Pets: Ha! You’re joking right? NA
History:
Raised by his crèche mother and the others who took turns at raising the boy who unnerved even some of the grown ups. As a babe he was quiet and watchful crying when he wanted to, he was a charming babe when he wanted to be. His toddler hood wasn’t much different. He grew up with many friends, liked by almost everyone. He didn’t seem to make enemies at any time, happy and conversational when around others when you found him alone in a deserted area it wasn’t uncommon to find him sitting quietly his mind obviously else where.
He started handling swords when he could barely manage to keep it upright. Spending a lot of time in the blacksmith’s presence, and practicing lifting the swords he was familiar with the handling of a sword before most his own age took an interest in them. He wasn’t really stronger than some of his own friends but he was good with his speed and reflexes.
It was because of this that he was often challenged by any who took an interest in swords. He often won against those his own age, taking it in good stride as his due it wasn’t until he faced a true master that he learned how out of he league he was as a boy. It is by that man’s hand that he acquired the scare on his cheek to remind him forever that he should never misjudge how well trained he thinks he is, but to know and to never let it go to his head.
Having been beat at a barely 13 turns he didn’t resent the better swordsman, but instead when he was defeated he asked that the man teach him. For three years he was taught by the man, but finally the man stopped teaching one day saying that everything else he had to learn on his own. From sword play to girls, Vasrilin was well liked by the girls and well appreciated. However after just one encounter with a woman he has never been to bed with another.
Taking instead an interest in letting the girls come to him and telling him all they please and he in return seems to care. It has not been since that first woman that he has ever given ‘chase’ to a woman; though he has no doubts that he will take an interest in a woman eventually.
Color Preference: Brown
