Post by DeusExMachina on Feb 16, 2010 15:15:40 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Tamejiv
Rank: Master Healer
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Origin: Fort Hold
Appearance: Standing a lean 6'1” tall with dark hair and eyes, Tamejiv could be called handsome were it not for some slip in his creation. He's not unattractive by any means, but his appearance just isn't... perfect. His hair is perpetually untidy, often receiving no more than a finger-combing first thing in the morning so that it's left in a state of constant disarray, the black strands of it straight and fine and kept to a short trim but still completely unkempt. Almond-shaped eyes are often bloodshot and weary looking, rimmed with dark circles. Though the rest of his facial features are fine enough, though he has a decent olive skintone, he still tends to look like someone who either just rolled out of bed or hasn't had a good night's rest in ages.
Tamejiv's attire is actually quite fine, considering how little concern he seems to pay his appearance. The fabrics are decent and well-made, and everything fits him as if it was tailored for him, wrinkle-free and tidy. He prefers to wear dark colors – blacks, deep browns, things like that – with traces of brightness here and there by way of a scarf or handkerchief showing from his pocket.
Family:
Lirtirra – Mother, deceased
Aseam – Father, Smith posted to Fort Hold
Marade – Older brother, Guard at Fort Hold
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Oh, the field day that Tamejiv would have with his own mental state.
As a Mindhealer, Tamejiv realizes that he's got a whole host of issues. The problem is, there's nothing he can do about them and there never has been. Starting with a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder, he has a real “everything in its place” problem, so that if so much as a jar has been moved, he has to go put it back where it belongs. This extends into his intensely private nature, inviting so few people into his world that he hardly seems to have left a fingerprint in anyone else's life since he was in his adolescence.
He's also an insomniac, the type of person up prowling the corridors in the dead of night, trying hard to find some way to put his mind to rest. Extremely good at math, extremely interested in physics and science, he has a host of tinker-toys to occupy himself: he makes snow globes, for example, and kaleidoscopes, and jewelry boxes. It's a strange way for a Healer to pass the time, true, but it tends to be something to keep his mind off the terminal weariness that settles on a person around 3:30 in the morning, when everyone else is snoozing and there's nothing to do but wish and wish and wish to fall asleep. It sure beats tossing and turning.
For all that he's a hopeless romantic in his own way, Tamejiv's absolutely terrible with the ladies. He hasn't had a “girlfriend” since he was in his early twenties, and that ended about as badly as any relationship might: she wanted to get married, he stared at her blankly when she pushed the issue, she finally got fed up and ran off with his older brother. It kind of furthered an already existing rift between the two men, and it cemented Tamejiv's belief that women are even crazier than he is. He likes the idea of them immensely, finds them fascinating and captivating, but he's just so involved in his own little world that most women are wise enough to stay the heck away from him.
The germophobia doesn't help much with that.
For all his neuroses, though, Tamejiv is a gifted and insightful Mindhealer. When he takes someone as a patient, he is committed to their mental well-being, to solving their issues and helping them become the person they want to be. It's evidence of a soft heart that he tends to keep in reserve.
Hobbies/Skills: Mindhealing is his main “skill,” though he's adept at first aid and herbalry as necessary. He's a hobbyist tinkerer, fascinated by things with small parts – especially moving ones.
Pets: None. Imagine him trying to keep something alive?
History: Tamejiv probably would have made a decent Smith with his love of tinkering – and his father's constant urging in that direction – but things just didn't pan out like that. In the end, he became a Master Healer accepting a “sojourn” posting to Ponaa Weyr. Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Born at Fort Hold, Tamejiv might actually have preferred living where there were fewer people, where the ravages of threadfall had made things more abandoned. Even as a small boy, he tended not to care much for crowds, keeping to himself, spending his time alone. As an adult, as a Mindhealer, he can look back and realize that he was a little boy suffering for want of his mother, who died shortly after giving birth, leaving him to the care of a workaholic father and an older brother who didn't much like the idea of being a nanny.
It was a little harder to accept as a little boy, for obvious reasons. His father was pretty much obsessed with his work and left the raising of his boys to whatever kind-hearted woman to a liking to them. Marade was already five when his younger brother was born, old enough to know their mother and to blame Tamejiv for her death, in a way. He tormented his brother a lot, and there was really no one to whom Tamejiv could look for comfort. So he turned in on himself.
Marade was the apple of his father's eye – or maybe more like the “crabapple,” since his father really only allowed himself to be proud of his work. When his wife died, Aseam took little interest in the rest of the world, but he did groom Marade to be much like he was: big, strapping, loud, driven. Tamejiv was sort of left to toddle along in the wake of his father and his brother, slighter, smarter, but not quite as engaging to a man who was all about Smithing.
As such, when Tamejiv turned thirteen and ought to have been apprenticing with his father as his older brother was, he looked instead to Healer Hall. Having grown up next door to the Crafthall, he was familiar with some of the younger apprentices, and slotted in as one himself with a minimum of fuss. Aside from his father, who liked to have hit the roof. Despite having almost no interest in the boy, Aseam certainly didn't want him off apprenticing to another craft!
To his credit, Tamejiv stood his ground and remained an Apprentice. His brother didn't fare quite so well. Finding their father to be almost impossible to please, Marade ended his apprenticeship and elected instead to join the guards of Fort Hold: a career his father at least grudgingly respected.
At twenty, Tamejiv walked the tables. He remained at Fort Hold as a posting, since Mindhealing wasn't exactly in high demand in the rest of the world, and worked on some of his more practical skills, refining his first aid and herbalry so they might serve him some purpose some day. In his early twenties, he met and grew quite fond of Tysare, a young woman from the Hold who found his “tall, dark, and handsome” looks appealing enough to ignore his copious neuroses. At this point, he was really in no fit state to be in a relationship and, when she pressed for marriage and he balked, it all ended in tears. Bizarrely, she took comfort from Marade in the wake of this affair, and the two were married – now with a half-dozen kids.
Shortly after attaining his Mastery at the age of thirty-five, Tamejiv pretty much cracked. The strain of this new rank was probably what did it, though it's hard to say. With a heap of classes to teach, with a host of patients to attend, the man just snapped and very nearly walked off the fireheights. Instead, with the Masterhealer's blessing, the took a Turn off entirely, absorbing himself in his tinkering and closing off the avenues of stress one by one. When he returned to the Craft, it was thought wise to get him away from the Hall.
When he returned to "active duty," such as it was, it was with the caveat that he no longer felt he could handle the work of healing and teaching combined. He needed to be posted somewhere, is what it came down to, or he was just going to wind up crumbling again. While he acknowledged these things, he was also not necessarily party to the discussion of where he would go and why.
Having known the man almost his whole life, having seen him through his apprenticeship and then his journeymanship, the Masterhealer was the one that ultimately made the decision to send him to Ponaa Weyr. While Tamejiv may have felt that he needed to take a step back and avoid pressure, the Masterhealer felt the exact opposite might be true: he needed a challenge, something to stir him from his comfort zone. As surprised as Tamejiv was to hear about Ponaa Weyr in the first place, he was even more stunned to be told that he was being sent there.
If ever there was a place that needed a Mindhealer - even a fractured one...
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Email: pernroleplay --at-- gmail --dot-- com
Character
Name: Tamejiv
Rank: Master Healer
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Origin: Fort Hold
Appearance: Standing a lean 6'1” tall with dark hair and eyes, Tamejiv could be called handsome were it not for some slip in his creation. He's not unattractive by any means, but his appearance just isn't... perfect. His hair is perpetually untidy, often receiving no more than a finger-combing first thing in the morning so that it's left in a state of constant disarray, the black strands of it straight and fine and kept to a short trim but still completely unkempt. Almond-shaped eyes are often bloodshot and weary looking, rimmed with dark circles. Though the rest of his facial features are fine enough, though he has a decent olive skintone, he still tends to look like someone who either just rolled out of bed or hasn't had a good night's rest in ages.
Tamejiv's attire is actually quite fine, considering how little concern he seems to pay his appearance. The fabrics are decent and well-made, and everything fits him as if it was tailored for him, wrinkle-free and tidy. He prefers to wear dark colors – blacks, deep browns, things like that – with traces of brightness here and there by way of a scarf or handkerchief showing from his pocket.
Family:
Lirtirra – Mother, deceased
Aseam – Father, Smith posted to Fort Hold
Marade – Older brother, Guard at Fort Hold
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Oh, the field day that Tamejiv would have with his own mental state.
As a Mindhealer, Tamejiv realizes that he's got a whole host of issues. The problem is, there's nothing he can do about them and there never has been. Starting with a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder, he has a real “everything in its place” problem, so that if so much as a jar has been moved, he has to go put it back where it belongs. This extends into his intensely private nature, inviting so few people into his world that he hardly seems to have left a fingerprint in anyone else's life since he was in his adolescence.
He's also an insomniac, the type of person up prowling the corridors in the dead of night, trying hard to find some way to put his mind to rest. Extremely good at math, extremely interested in physics and science, he has a host of tinker-toys to occupy himself: he makes snow globes, for example, and kaleidoscopes, and jewelry boxes. It's a strange way for a Healer to pass the time, true, but it tends to be something to keep his mind off the terminal weariness that settles on a person around 3:30 in the morning, when everyone else is snoozing and there's nothing to do but wish and wish and wish to fall asleep. It sure beats tossing and turning.
For all that he's a hopeless romantic in his own way, Tamejiv's absolutely terrible with the ladies. He hasn't had a “girlfriend” since he was in his early twenties, and that ended about as badly as any relationship might: she wanted to get married, he stared at her blankly when she pushed the issue, she finally got fed up and ran off with his older brother. It kind of furthered an already existing rift between the two men, and it cemented Tamejiv's belief that women are even crazier than he is. He likes the idea of them immensely, finds them fascinating and captivating, but he's just so involved in his own little world that most women are wise enough to stay the heck away from him.
The germophobia doesn't help much with that.
For all his neuroses, though, Tamejiv is a gifted and insightful Mindhealer. When he takes someone as a patient, he is committed to their mental well-being, to solving their issues and helping them become the person they want to be. It's evidence of a soft heart that he tends to keep in reserve.
Hobbies/Skills: Mindhealing is his main “skill,” though he's adept at first aid and herbalry as necessary. He's a hobbyist tinkerer, fascinated by things with small parts – especially moving ones.
Pets: None. Imagine him trying to keep something alive?
History: Tamejiv probably would have made a decent Smith with his love of tinkering – and his father's constant urging in that direction – but things just didn't pan out like that. In the end, he became a Master Healer accepting a “sojourn” posting to Ponaa Weyr. Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Born at Fort Hold, Tamejiv might actually have preferred living where there were fewer people, where the ravages of threadfall had made things more abandoned. Even as a small boy, he tended not to care much for crowds, keeping to himself, spending his time alone. As an adult, as a Mindhealer, he can look back and realize that he was a little boy suffering for want of his mother, who died shortly after giving birth, leaving him to the care of a workaholic father and an older brother who didn't much like the idea of being a nanny.
It was a little harder to accept as a little boy, for obvious reasons. His father was pretty much obsessed with his work and left the raising of his boys to whatever kind-hearted woman to a liking to them. Marade was already five when his younger brother was born, old enough to know their mother and to blame Tamejiv for her death, in a way. He tormented his brother a lot, and there was really no one to whom Tamejiv could look for comfort. So he turned in on himself.
Marade was the apple of his father's eye – or maybe more like the “crabapple,” since his father really only allowed himself to be proud of his work. When his wife died, Aseam took little interest in the rest of the world, but he did groom Marade to be much like he was: big, strapping, loud, driven. Tamejiv was sort of left to toddle along in the wake of his father and his brother, slighter, smarter, but not quite as engaging to a man who was all about Smithing.
As such, when Tamejiv turned thirteen and ought to have been apprenticing with his father as his older brother was, he looked instead to Healer Hall. Having grown up next door to the Crafthall, he was familiar with some of the younger apprentices, and slotted in as one himself with a minimum of fuss. Aside from his father, who liked to have hit the roof. Despite having almost no interest in the boy, Aseam certainly didn't want him off apprenticing to another craft!
To his credit, Tamejiv stood his ground and remained an Apprentice. His brother didn't fare quite so well. Finding their father to be almost impossible to please, Marade ended his apprenticeship and elected instead to join the guards of Fort Hold: a career his father at least grudgingly respected.
At twenty, Tamejiv walked the tables. He remained at Fort Hold as a posting, since Mindhealing wasn't exactly in high demand in the rest of the world, and worked on some of his more practical skills, refining his first aid and herbalry so they might serve him some purpose some day. In his early twenties, he met and grew quite fond of Tysare, a young woman from the Hold who found his “tall, dark, and handsome” looks appealing enough to ignore his copious neuroses. At this point, he was really in no fit state to be in a relationship and, when she pressed for marriage and he balked, it all ended in tears. Bizarrely, she took comfort from Marade in the wake of this affair, and the two were married – now with a half-dozen kids.
Shortly after attaining his Mastery at the age of thirty-five, Tamejiv pretty much cracked. The strain of this new rank was probably what did it, though it's hard to say. With a heap of classes to teach, with a host of patients to attend, the man just snapped and very nearly walked off the fireheights. Instead, with the Masterhealer's blessing, the took a Turn off entirely, absorbing himself in his tinkering and closing off the avenues of stress one by one. When he returned to the Craft, it was thought wise to get him away from the Hall.
When he returned to "active duty," such as it was, it was with the caveat that he no longer felt he could handle the work of healing and teaching combined. He needed to be posted somewhere, is what it came down to, or he was just going to wind up crumbling again. While he acknowledged these things, he was also not necessarily party to the discussion of where he would go and why.
Having known the man almost his whole life, having seen him through his apprenticeship and then his journeymanship, the Masterhealer was the one that ultimately made the decision to send him to Ponaa Weyr. While Tamejiv may have felt that he needed to take a step back and avoid pressure, the Masterhealer felt the exact opposite might be true: he needed a challenge, something to stir him from his comfort zone. As surprised as Tamejiv was to hear about Ponaa Weyr in the first place, he was even more stunned to be told that he was being sent there.
If ever there was a place that needed a Mindhealer - even a fractured one...
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