Post by Corvid on Nov 29, 2009 23:21:44 GMT -5
Recruitment: >.> Ninjas came to me as I was sleeping and left a post-it on my forehead.
Email: crazycorvid@gmail.com
Character
Name: Sayden
Rank: Candidate/Apprentice healer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: At 5’ 4” Sayden is short for his age. Although fairly slim he has excellent muscle tone, owing mostly to years of labor. He is fast and has an excellent sense of balance, partly because he hasn’t had a growth spurt for five turns. A teenager he might be, but gangly he is not. Catlike on his feet, Sayden makes up for his lack of height with an inclination for climbing and getting into spaces others’ cannot. Although his hands might be calloused, they are still remarkably deft and gentle—he is equally comfortable with reins, a book, or needle. Not that he’d let anyone catch him with the latter.
Sayden’s hair is dark, nearly black, but his eyes are a much lighter brown. His facial features are strong and distinctly hawklike, with a square jaw and straight nose. His general demeanor is quiet and intense, but not particularly unfriendly. He’s been called handsome, much to his dismay, but does little to add to the image—he is rarely groomed, and his clothing always has some sort of muck on it. Sure, he understands the need for personal hygiene, and bathes regularly, but he’s good at getting dirty. Sayden owns little clothing that could be considered ‘fancy’, or even ‘respectable’. He’d just ruin it anyway, so why bother?
Although few ever get to see it, Sayden has a long, ragged scar down his left leg, courtesy of an angry tunnel snake. Granted, he did deserve it.
Family:
Paternal Grandfather: W’nir, rider of brown Soraloth (deceased)
Paternal Grandmother: Emia (64 turns)
With a wicked sense of humor and absolutely no hold on her tongue, Emia is a terror to friends and enemies alike. She is markedly gregarious to anyone that will listen, but not everything she has to say is gossip—whether intentional or not, she has a good deal to say about life.
Maternal Grandmother: Nyssa (deceased)
Maternal Grandfather: Solatas (deceased)
Uncles: Laetas and Taban (42/45 turns)
Born several years before Sayden’s father, the older brothers are a mixed pair. Both are large men and fairly intelligent, but Laetas is ambitious where his brother is not. Taban is a weyr drudge, doing mainly repairs to furniture. Laetas is a master tanner, making impressive saddles and gear for Ponaa Hold.
Father: Enkal, healer (38 turns)
Gruff and aloof, Enkal isn’t a typical healer. He spends more time with animals than people, and it shows all too well. Many find him to be callous, but everything he says is honest. Enkal has no trouble speaking his mind when necessary. Politics—and tact—annoy him to no end, and he avoids the hold proper whenever possible. He dislikes dogs, but has a soft spot for cats. Sayden is currently on rocky ground with him, as Enkal was very upset with his decision to become a candidate.
Mother: Vestuni, herder (39 turns)
Gentle and patient, Vestuni finds that bribery and compliments work best for getting the wanted behaviors—whether it be from herdbeasts or people. She always gets her way, without raising her voice or needing to resort to punishment. There’s some gossip about how she managed to catch Enkal.
Sexual Orientation: Well, he’s not really sure yet. Equally awkward around both genders.
Personality: Quiet, studious, and fond of physical activity, Sayden falls somewhere between the ‘strong, silent type’ and ‘tongue-tied bookworm’. If he appears aloof it is mostly unintentional, and just a side effect of keeping to himself. Fairly proud and self-conscious, he avoids situations that would make him look foolish. Fighting is very rare for him, and he avoids them at all costs. If it means standing down and acting later, then that’s an acceptable solution. As long as nothing disturbs his precious quiet. The angriest he ever gets is ‘chilly’, although he wields it impressively.
Although quiet, Sayden is hardly antisocial. He is an excellent listener, even if he appears to be doing something else at the same time—his hands always need to be busy. He might prefer runnerbeasts to people, generally, but he can deal with either. Sayden has the patience of a saint, and is perfectly willing to sit through another’s rants. Not that he’ll give advice, no—that’s not really his area. Makes him feel all awkward. If he has a personal problem of his own, however, he is quick to act on it, sometimes badly so. Although he tries to stay neutral, Sayden has no problem actually acting on his opinions. He might be careful in disobeying authority, but he will, if necessary.
There is little that Sayden enjoys more than riding—runnerbeasts, that is. He’s only been a-dragonback, a few times, so there’s little for him to compare it to. He’s good with animals of all sorts, however, and is often more gentle with them than people. He’s a quick learner, even if he doesn’t let it on much, and in his time as an apprentice healer he has picked up most first aid, and some more advanced techniques. He doesn’t like having most people aware that he’s smart, though—it makes them look at him differently.
Hobbies/Skills: Climbing, riding, basic medical care for animals and people. He’s also an avid reader, given any free time.
Pets: None
History: Born to a healer and herder, Sayden spent his early days dodging hooves and running for bandages—occasionally at the same time. He could ride as soon as walk, and knew common medical problems as soon as he could talk. An active child, his daily route varied from the weyr bowl to the lower caverns to the highest peaks he could manage before getting caught. Increasingly as he grew older, Sayden found himself spending time around the herdbeasts his mother kept. He watched his favorites get eaten, and was mostly fine with it—at least after the first few times.
Of course, that ended around his twelfth turn, as a particularly bad-tempered animal ended up making him need to stay under his fathers’ care for a while—having a healer in the family was a good thing, occasionally. Concussions aren’t permanent, however, and soon enough he was back to living in the feeding grounds. He liked herdbeasts, after all, and for the most part they liked him back. The one that had trampled him got eaten, and all was well. His parents, however reluctantly, allowed him to stay.
As a teenager Sayden took to exploring the deeper caverns, long abandoned. Occasionally he’d find some treasure, occasionally a tunnel snake, but mostly dust. Lots of dust and loose rock. Cave-ins weren’t a major issue, but the snakes were. He learned to come prepared for them, and became good at noticing telltale signs of their presence. Eventually he got unlucky, though, and ended up under his father’s care once again, this time with a nice gash down one leg. This was becoming an unfortunate habit, and so Enkal put his son under constant supervision in the best way he could think of: forcing him to help with patients. It wasn’t Sayden’s first choice of pastimes, sure, but better than nothing.
Eventually he grew to like healing, and at fifteen he officially became an apprentice. Any squeamishness that he had left faded, and Sayden became an enthusiastic, if quiet, student. He was allowed to work on sick or injured herdbeasts, with some measure of success. Only then it started to irk him that his projects were allowed to get eaten. Well, it was for a good cause, right? That’s what everyone said. Except his parents.
Over the course of the next two years he continued to work as an apprentice, dealing with the more common injuries presented by weyr life: cuts and scrapes, minor concussions, a broken bone or two, and a few snake attacks he could empathize all to well with. And then, right after his eighteenth birthday, something surprising happened: he was chosen to stand in the hatching grounds as a candidate. Despite the obvious—and confusing—disappointment of his parents, Sayden decided to accept the offer.
And so Sayden found himself wearing the white robes of a candidate, standing out on the sand among Aliath’s clutch. And, although it didn’t exactly come as a surprise, Sayden was left standing as others around him Impressed. Still, it changed him. He had lived in the weyr his whole life, but had only passing interest in the dragons. Watching the other kids impress was…painful, almost. Now, he knew he had to wait for the next clutch—and in the meantime, maybe find the dragon healer. His father still wasn’t talking to him, after all.
Color Preference: Anything but Gold. That would be a little weird.
Email: crazycorvid@gmail.com
Character
Name: Sayden
Rank: Candidate/Apprentice healer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: At 5’ 4” Sayden is short for his age. Although fairly slim he has excellent muscle tone, owing mostly to years of labor. He is fast and has an excellent sense of balance, partly because he hasn’t had a growth spurt for five turns. A teenager he might be, but gangly he is not. Catlike on his feet, Sayden makes up for his lack of height with an inclination for climbing and getting into spaces others’ cannot. Although his hands might be calloused, they are still remarkably deft and gentle—he is equally comfortable with reins, a book, or needle. Not that he’d let anyone catch him with the latter.
Sayden’s hair is dark, nearly black, but his eyes are a much lighter brown. His facial features are strong and distinctly hawklike, with a square jaw and straight nose. His general demeanor is quiet and intense, but not particularly unfriendly. He’s been called handsome, much to his dismay, but does little to add to the image—he is rarely groomed, and his clothing always has some sort of muck on it. Sure, he understands the need for personal hygiene, and bathes regularly, but he’s good at getting dirty. Sayden owns little clothing that could be considered ‘fancy’, or even ‘respectable’. He’d just ruin it anyway, so why bother?
Although few ever get to see it, Sayden has a long, ragged scar down his left leg, courtesy of an angry tunnel snake. Granted, he did deserve it.
Family:
Paternal Grandfather: W’nir, rider of brown Soraloth (deceased)
Paternal Grandmother: Emia (64 turns)
With a wicked sense of humor and absolutely no hold on her tongue, Emia is a terror to friends and enemies alike. She is markedly gregarious to anyone that will listen, but not everything she has to say is gossip—whether intentional or not, she has a good deal to say about life.
Maternal Grandmother: Nyssa (deceased)
Maternal Grandfather: Solatas (deceased)
Uncles: Laetas and Taban (42/45 turns)
Born several years before Sayden’s father, the older brothers are a mixed pair. Both are large men and fairly intelligent, but Laetas is ambitious where his brother is not. Taban is a weyr drudge, doing mainly repairs to furniture. Laetas is a master tanner, making impressive saddles and gear for Ponaa Hold.
Father: Enkal, healer (38 turns)
Gruff and aloof, Enkal isn’t a typical healer. He spends more time with animals than people, and it shows all too well. Many find him to be callous, but everything he says is honest. Enkal has no trouble speaking his mind when necessary. Politics—and tact—annoy him to no end, and he avoids the hold proper whenever possible. He dislikes dogs, but has a soft spot for cats. Sayden is currently on rocky ground with him, as Enkal was very upset with his decision to become a candidate.
Mother: Vestuni, herder (39 turns)
Gentle and patient, Vestuni finds that bribery and compliments work best for getting the wanted behaviors—whether it be from herdbeasts or people. She always gets her way, without raising her voice or needing to resort to punishment. There’s some gossip about how she managed to catch Enkal.
Sexual Orientation: Well, he’s not really sure yet. Equally awkward around both genders.
Personality: Quiet, studious, and fond of physical activity, Sayden falls somewhere between the ‘strong, silent type’ and ‘tongue-tied bookworm’. If he appears aloof it is mostly unintentional, and just a side effect of keeping to himself. Fairly proud and self-conscious, he avoids situations that would make him look foolish. Fighting is very rare for him, and he avoids them at all costs. If it means standing down and acting later, then that’s an acceptable solution. As long as nothing disturbs his precious quiet. The angriest he ever gets is ‘chilly’, although he wields it impressively.
Although quiet, Sayden is hardly antisocial. He is an excellent listener, even if he appears to be doing something else at the same time—his hands always need to be busy. He might prefer runnerbeasts to people, generally, but he can deal with either. Sayden has the patience of a saint, and is perfectly willing to sit through another’s rants. Not that he’ll give advice, no—that’s not really his area. Makes him feel all awkward. If he has a personal problem of his own, however, he is quick to act on it, sometimes badly so. Although he tries to stay neutral, Sayden has no problem actually acting on his opinions. He might be careful in disobeying authority, but he will, if necessary.
There is little that Sayden enjoys more than riding—runnerbeasts, that is. He’s only been a-dragonback, a few times, so there’s little for him to compare it to. He’s good with animals of all sorts, however, and is often more gentle with them than people. He’s a quick learner, even if he doesn’t let it on much, and in his time as an apprentice healer he has picked up most first aid, and some more advanced techniques. He doesn’t like having most people aware that he’s smart, though—it makes them look at him differently.
Hobbies/Skills: Climbing, riding, basic medical care for animals and people. He’s also an avid reader, given any free time.
Pets: None
History: Born to a healer and herder, Sayden spent his early days dodging hooves and running for bandages—occasionally at the same time. He could ride as soon as walk, and knew common medical problems as soon as he could talk. An active child, his daily route varied from the weyr bowl to the lower caverns to the highest peaks he could manage before getting caught. Increasingly as he grew older, Sayden found himself spending time around the herdbeasts his mother kept. He watched his favorites get eaten, and was mostly fine with it—at least after the first few times.
Of course, that ended around his twelfth turn, as a particularly bad-tempered animal ended up making him need to stay under his fathers’ care for a while—having a healer in the family was a good thing, occasionally. Concussions aren’t permanent, however, and soon enough he was back to living in the feeding grounds. He liked herdbeasts, after all, and for the most part they liked him back. The one that had trampled him got eaten, and all was well. His parents, however reluctantly, allowed him to stay.
As a teenager Sayden took to exploring the deeper caverns, long abandoned. Occasionally he’d find some treasure, occasionally a tunnel snake, but mostly dust. Lots of dust and loose rock. Cave-ins weren’t a major issue, but the snakes were. He learned to come prepared for them, and became good at noticing telltale signs of their presence. Eventually he got unlucky, though, and ended up under his father’s care once again, this time with a nice gash down one leg. This was becoming an unfortunate habit, and so Enkal put his son under constant supervision in the best way he could think of: forcing him to help with patients. It wasn’t Sayden’s first choice of pastimes, sure, but better than nothing.
Eventually he grew to like healing, and at fifteen he officially became an apprentice. Any squeamishness that he had left faded, and Sayden became an enthusiastic, if quiet, student. He was allowed to work on sick or injured herdbeasts, with some measure of success. Only then it started to irk him that his projects were allowed to get eaten. Well, it was for a good cause, right? That’s what everyone said. Except his parents.
Over the course of the next two years he continued to work as an apprentice, dealing with the more common injuries presented by weyr life: cuts and scrapes, minor concussions, a broken bone or two, and a few snake attacks he could empathize all to well with. And then, right after his eighteenth birthday, something surprising happened: he was chosen to stand in the hatching grounds as a candidate. Despite the obvious—and confusing—disappointment of his parents, Sayden decided to accept the offer.
And so Sayden found himself wearing the white robes of a candidate, standing out on the sand among Aliath’s clutch. And, although it didn’t exactly come as a surprise, Sayden was left standing as others around him Impressed. Still, it changed him. He had lived in the weyr his whole life, but had only passing interest in the dragons. Watching the other kids impress was…painful, almost. Now, he knew he had to wait for the next clutch—and in the meantime, maybe find the dragon healer. His father still wasn’t talking to him, after all.
Color Preference: Anything but Gold. That would be a little weird.
