Post by E on Oct 27, 2009 2:07:01 GMT -5
Done.
Recruitment: Friend - HG
Email: Kreinera@gmail.com
Character
Name: Somadin
Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 15 Turns
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance:
Somadin seems to be one of those boys always destined to be small as he watches the other Weyrbrats begin their spurts of growth younger than he. While the Creche ladies promise him he will grow into a striking dragonrider even if a little later than the other boys, Somadin has other beliefs. His feet remain small and if he learned anything watching the canines of the Weyr, the puppies with small feet always turn out to be the smallest canines. Yes, it is Somadin’s belief that he’ll always be small – his current stature only measuring up to five feet.
Along with the short stature and small feet, Somadin still holds that childish look and fleshy features to his face making many believe him to be two or three turns younger than he truly is. Light brown hair sits in the same childish bowl cut he’s had for as long as he can remember, hanging right over his eyebrows. Once it reaches his eyes again he knows the crèche ladies will be after him again for another cut.
A small nose sits unbroken in the middle of his face between two baby blue eyes. Often times he has looked to the Weyrfolk for similar blue eyes, trying to guess his unknown parentage. Like many of the Weyrbrats, he had been the product of feelings felt across the Weyr during a mating flight left afterwards to the Creche ladies to raise as his parents had better things to tend to.
Being so small for his age, Somadin has found himself the butt of jokes for the larger boys. The result has been several fights breaking out, each one resulting in more bruises on the smaller boy than the larger as weight and reach always managed to win out. Because of such, the Weyrfolk have become use to the purple marks on his face and learned to shrug it off, saying he’ll grow into a better fighter for it once his size comes in.
Family: One of many unclaimed Creche children at the Weyr, Somadin has more Aunties and Uncles to count despite the lack of a named mother or father. He has never thought upon the idea of a family as the Creche environment suited him just fine. As long as he lives in the Weyr he will not be lacking family.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual – Though he is still young enough to be swayed by his dragon’s gender should he impress a green.
Personality:
Somadin has always had good work habits, though his best attempts have often been found lacking. While chores in the crèche were given out according to age and gender, Somadin would try his hardest to keep up only to be forever behind the larger boys his age. His work ethic has no flaws that the adults can find, he is just simply small for his age. It has been a strong discouraging factor in his late childhood years, but just because his body has not kept up with the other boys does not mean his mind hasn’t.
Quick with lessons even if his chores takes him a little longer and wears him a little more out than most, Somadin still has a firm belief that anyone can become a dragon rider as long as they put their heart into it. While he does not know his parentage, he does know he was born in the Weyr, thus he believes beyond a doubt that he has dragonrider blood somewhere in his lineage and that is what will give him the advantage on the hatching grounds.
Due to his size and the discouragement he finds in it, Somadin has never really developed a temper. Instead he seems to be more of the emotional sort which has only lead the larger boys into teasing him further. If pushed into a fight (which seems to happen often enough) Somadin will throw a punch or kick, though they are always half-hearted, his size once again his discouragement. Most often it is Somadin who comes out more colorful than he had began.
When it comes to girls, Somadin skids away from them as much as possible. While it is always the bigger boys who give him problems, they are far more preferred than the women who always seems to laugh at him or attempt to baby him – both of which always seems to lead to more torment from the boys. The circle is never ending. Somadin seems to only find relief in the adults who take the time to realize he has a solid head on his small shoulders.
Hobbies/Skills: None as of yet.
Pets: None.
History:
“Born a child of the Weyr…” At least that seems to be the beginning of every child’s story who’s parentage in the Weyr is unknown. While that too is how Somadin’s story begins, it should be noted that it was such an easy beginning. When he was handed over to the Creche it was obvious that the child had been premature though by how long was indeterminable without the mother present. Finding a milk mother was not difficult as they are always present in such a setting, but it was often whispered tales of complications often associated with those born prematurely. Spine problems, walking difficulties, dimglows, crooked eyes – many were often linked with premature births or their mothers failing at their attempts of miscarraging the child.
Thankfully it was not long before Somadin began taking his first wobbly steps. The healers took extra time to look him over, but despite his small size his coordination appeared to be as normal as any other child learning to walk. Eyes followed eagerly, both looking in the same direction. Only time would tell if he would be able to keep up with the other children mentally as well. His small size was of little concern as long as he was otherwise healthy.
As the turns passed, the crèche ladies were assured that he was not a dimglow being able to speak clearly and ask as many questions as the other children. With that final assurance they ceased worrying over him and moved to watching other children for their rumors. Somadin was lumped into his age group and sent along to grow up with the other children.
While the crèche ladies had stopped watching closely, Somadin did not fail to wonder why he was not able to keep up with the games of his friends or in chores. Soon the other kids were looking over him and he was left behind to play with the smaller kids. Would he not grow bigger like the others? It was not long before his size became an obsession for young Somadin.
Questions fell on deft ears, as every crèche child was full of questions. It was not until Somadin started using his childhood logic that he earned any answers from an adult. Adults ate more food than children and they were much bigger than children. Therefore, if he ate more he would grow bigger! That night Somadin’s stomach hurt so badly from eating everything he could sneak from the tables that he was finally taken to the healers. The healer couldn’t help but laugh as he heard the little boy’s logic. Giving the boy a tea for the stomach ache, he told him that he would simply grow later than the others – perhaps to even be bigger than them!
That news did help Somadin for a short while, but he was soon being picked on for his size once again. When he told the larger boys what the healer had said, Somadin was instantly invited to his first fist fight as the larger boys decided they did not like the idea of losing their current center of entertainment. Deciding they could keep him small by beating him down, it was soon a common thing and Somadin found it was simply better to stop trying to join in their games of ball. Perhaps he didn’t want to be like them after all.
Turns came and went with the occasional black eye and bloody lip as the small boy stayed small. Entering his teenage years and still stuck unable to break 5ft tall, Somadin began to worry about his future. What craft would not mind a small boy? In the end, like most of those born in the Weyr, his heart drove him to being a dragonrider. But would he be accepted unable to keep up or stand as tall as the others? Would they even allow him to stand?
Talking to an Uncle one night, Somadin was told that unless he had a medical condition that kept him off the sands, he would probably be allowed to stand – but only if he proved himself and worked hard. Well work ethic was never a bad thing, but Somadin had a feeling he still needed a leg up on the competition. That’s when the Uncle told him of the candidate barraks. Most of the Creche children would not bother with the classes till a clutch was laid and almost hard – but those with parents to vouch for them would become candidates well before the eggs would be lain, sometimes turns before.
That, Somadin decided, could be his chance. The problem was he had no parents to claim bloodline to and have to vouch for him. Several sevendays went by as Somadin pondered the problem. Finally he decided that if he ever wanted to BE anybody he would just have to vouch for himself and show this candidate master that he was worthy. Determined, Somadin now makes his way to the Candidate Master’s Office. Standing a full five feet tall and weighing a bare 90 pounds, Somadin prepares to do the scariest thing of his young life yet, proving that he is just as worthy and those muscle heavy young men competing for their chance at a life as a DragonRider.
Color Preference: Please NO Bronze.
Recruitment: Friend - HG
Email: Kreinera@gmail.com
Character
Name: Somadin
Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 15 Turns
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance:
Somadin seems to be one of those boys always destined to be small as he watches the other Weyrbrats begin their spurts of growth younger than he. While the Creche ladies promise him he will grow into a striking dragonrider even if a little later than the other boys, Somadin has other beliefs. His feet remain small and if he learned anything watching the canines of the Weyr, the puppies with small feet always turn out to be the smallest canines. Yes, it is Somadin’s belief that he’ll always be small – his current stature only measuring up to five feet.
Along with the short stature and small feet, Somadin still holds that childish look and fleshy features to his face making many believe him to be two or three turns younger than he truly is. Light brown hair sits in the same childish bowl cut he’s had for as long as he can remember, hanging right over his eyebrows. Once it reaches his eyes again he knows the crèche ladies will be after him again for another cut.
A small nose sits unbroken in the middle of his face between two baby blue eyes. Often times he has looked to the Weyrfolk for similar blue eyes, trying to guess his unknown parentage. Like many of the Weyrbrats, he had been the product of feelings felt across the Weyr during a mating flight left afterwards to the Creche ladies to raise as his parents had better things to tend to.
Being so small for his age, Somadin has found himself the butt of jokes for the larger boys. The result has been several fights breaking out, each one resulting in more bruises on the smaller boy than the larger as weight and reach always managed to win out. Because of such, the Weyrfolk have become use to the purple marks on his face and learned to shrug it off, saying he’ll grow into a better fighter for it once his size comes in.
Family: One of many unclaimed Creche children at the Weyr, Somadin has more Aunties and Uncles to count despite the lack of a named mother or father. He has never thought upon the idea of a family as the Creche environment suited him just fine. As long as he lives in the Weyr he will not be lacking family.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual – Though he is still young enough to be swayed by his dragon’s gender should he impress a green.
Personality:
Somadin has always had good work habits, though his best attempts have often been found lacking. While chores in the crèche were given out according to age and gender, Somadin would try his hardest to keep up only to be forever behind the larger boys his age. His work ethic has no flaws that the adults can find, he is just simply small for his age. It has been a strong discouraging factor in his late childhood years, but just because his body has not kept up with the other boys does not mean his mind hasn’t.
Quick with lessons even if his chores takes him a little longer and wears him a little more out than most, Somadin still has a firm belief that anyone can become a dragon rider as long as they put their heart into it. While he does not know his parentage, he does know he was born in the Weyr, thus he believes beyond a doubt that he has dragonrider blood somewhere in his lineage and that is what will give him the advantage on the hatching grounds.
Due to his size and the discouragement he finds in it, Somadin has never really developed a temper. Instead he seems to be more of the emotional sort which has only lead the larger boys into teasing him further. If pushed into a fight (which seems to happen often enough) Somadin will throw a punch or kick, though they are always half-hearted, his size once again his discouragement. Most often it is Somadin who comes out more colorful than he had began.
When it comes to girls, Somadin skids away from them as much as possible. While it is always the bigger boys who give him problems, they are far more preferred than the women who always seems to laugh at him or attempt to baby him – both of which always seems to lead to more torment from the boys. The circle is never ending. Somadin seems to only find relief in the adults who take the time to realize he has a solid head on his small shoulders.
Hobbies/Skills: None as of yet.
Pets: None.
History:
“Born a child of the Weyr…” At least that seems to be the beginning of every child’s story who’s parentage in the Weyr is unknown. While that too is how Somadin’s story begins, it should be noted that it was such an easy beginning. When he was handed over to the Creche it was obvious that the child had been premature though by how long was indeterminable without the mother present. Finding a milk mother was not difficult as they are always present in such a setting, but it was often whispered tales of complications often associated with those born prematurely. Spine problems, walking difficulties, dimglows, crooked eyes – many were often linked with premature births or their mothers failing at their attempts of miscarraging the child.
Thankfully it was not long before Somadin began taking his first wobbly steps. The healers took extra time to look him over, but despite his small size his coordination appeared to be as normal as any other child learning to walk. Eyes followed eagerly, both looking in the same direction. Only time would tell if he would be able to keep up with the other children mentally as well. His small size was of little concern as long as he was otherwise healthy.
As the turns passed, the crèche ladies were assured that he was not a dimglow being able to speak clearly and ask as many questions as the other children. With that final assurance they ceased worrying over him and moved to watching other children for their rumors. Somadin was lumped into his age group and sent along to grow up with the other children.
While the crèche ladies had stopped watching closely, Somadin did not fail to wonder why he was not able to keep up with the games of his friends or in chores. Soon the other kids were looking over him and he was left behind to play with the smaller kids. Would he not grow bigger like the others? It was not long before his size became an obsession for young Somadin.
Questions fell on deft ears, as every crèche child was full of questions. It was not until Somadin started using his childhood logic that he earned any answers from an adult. Adults ate more food than children and they were much bigger than children. Therefore, if he ate more he would grow bigger! That night Somadin’s stomach hurt so badly from eating everything he could sneak from the tables that he was finally taken to the healers. The healer couldn’t help but laugh as he heard the little boy’s logic. Giving the boy a tea for the stomach ache, he told him that he would simply grow later than the others – perhaps to even be bigger than them!
That news did help Somadin for a short while, but he was soon being picked on for his size once again. When he told the larger boys what the healer had said, Somadin was instantly invited to his first fist fight as the larger boys decided they did not like the idea of losing their current center of entertainment. Deciding they could keep him small by beating him down, it was soon a common thing and Somadin found it was simply better to stop trying to join in their games of ball. Perhaps he didn’t want to be like them after all.
Turns came and went with the occasional black eye and bloody lip as the small boy stayed small. Entering his teenage years and still stuck unable to break 5ft tall, Somadin began to worry about his future. What craft would not mind a small boy? In the end, like most of those born in the Weyr, his heart drove him to being a dragonrider. But would he be accepted unable to keep up or stand as tall as the others? Would they even allow him to stand?
Talking to an Uncle one night, Somadin was told that unless he had a medical condition that kept him off the sands, he would probably be allowed to stand – but only if he proved himself and worked hard. Well work ethic was never a bad thing, but Somadin had a feeling he still needed a leg up on the competition. That’s when the Uncle told him of the candidate barraks. Most of the Creche children would not bother with the classes till a clutch was laid and almost hard – but those with parents to vouch for them would become candidates well before the eggs would be lain, sometimes turns before.
That, Somadin decided, could be his chance. The problem was he had no parents to claim bloodline to and have to vouch for him. Several sevendays went by as Somadin pondered the problem. Finally he decided that if he ever wanted to BE anybody he would just have to vouch for himself and show this candidate master that he was worthy. Determined, Somadin now makes his way to the Candidate Master’s Office. Standing a full five feet tall and weighing a bare 90 pounds, Somadin prepares to do the scariest thing of his young life yet, proving that he is just as worthy and those muscle heavy young men competing for their chance at a life as a DragonRider.
Color Preference: Please NO Bronze.