Post by wolverine on Nov 9, 2007 14:31:33 GMT -5
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Character Info:
Name: Vanylon (V'lon)
Age: 18
Gender: M
Rank: none
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father Jmanminecrafter Howlett, 41
Mother Jamina 39
Siblings Ara 20, Blicoy 19, Cerran 16, Raoul 15, Ambel 10
Other important: Uncle L'gan Bronzerider of Ceranth Telgar Weyr NPC ( for now)
Appearance: Van stands about 5'11, 175 lbs of lean, wiry muscle mass. Years of assisting his father has put stoutness behind his hammerswing, iron in his grip and steel in his thighs. Piercing sky blue eyes peer out from beneath shaggy, dirty blond curls. His smile lights up his face. He has a strong jawline, an almost pug nose that while the bane of his existence, his sisters insist make him just the cutest thing with his curly hair. He suffers it gladly from love for his sibs.
His taste in clothing runs along the usual male lines. It doesn't bite him when he tries to put it on, its good to go. He does clean up rather nicely though, having one good gather outfit that is still has a little room to grow. His sister, Ara, is a jr journeyman in weaving, and has provided the family with its needs as far as clothing and such goes, in return for them buying the materials and such for her to practice on. Van's is a set of black breeches, with sky blue piping, and a fancy, for him, shirt of similar sky blue, well embroidered with dragons and hawks and such by the talented hands of his sisters.
Personality: Typically a young man of few words, Van is a fairly average middle child. He has a slightly quirky sense of humor, usually displayed by minor practical jokes on his siblings. He is generally quiet, thoughtful, reliable and steady. All those things any teenager hates to hear. He is smart as a whip, often relegated by his father to doing the figures, as he is the only one in the family with a head for them. He keeps the hold records and accounts, taught by the traveling harper that teaches this minor holds children on a rotating basis.
Sometime a little withdrawn, occasionally melancholy, Van is a steadying influence on his wild younger brother, and elder sisters. He is the apple of his mother's eye, the eldest boy, protector of sisters, tormentor and teacher of brothers. He has been known to befriend those others tend to shun, for example one young girl that was a Hold castoff, having a baby out of wedlock by one of the more flagrant playboys of the Hold, he would often bring her things his own family no longer needed, or could do without, such as clothing, food, bits of things to brighten up her tiny cot. This was rather typical of his behavior before being Searched by a blue shortly after his 18th birthday.
History:
Growing up a middle child is enough for anyone to learn to blend in. Val learned to be patient with his sisters, as they saw him as a doll to dress up in the most unlikely get ups a boy could wear. He often had to play peacemaker between various siblings, as he rarely was the cause of mischief, but had instead a knack for getting them to settle down and talk things out. His father wanted him to apprentice as a smith, and although he showed some talent in this direction, he knew a life in either the mines or behind a forge was not for him. He did spend a lot of time in both, however, learning much about the trade, if not the "secrets". He can craft simple things of metal, sew a straight line, thanks to his sisters, work some in leather, hunt and fish with a decent enough return rate that he'd not starve in the wilderness, and an array of useful, if mostly common skills.
He's learned enough of fighting to be able to defend himself, most of the time, even able to defend those who cannot defend themselves. He's come to the defense of the girls several times, and also to the one he likes to help, with the children, when others would begin to taunt her and the baby. At one point he earned the ire of the main holder of their small camp, when he put a pair of shiners on his oldest son, a boy several years older than him, for just that, taunting his friend about being a whore.
Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, he received a visit from a blue rider on Search. He was one of several from the hold that were asked to travel to Telgar Weyr in the near future, to stand as a candidate when the next flight occured. It didn't seem that there was a current group of eggs on the sands, but it could occur at any time, and they liked to have a good selection of likely people ready for the Hatching. He talked it over with his parents, and they had reluctantly agreed that he could go with the monthly tithe train to the Weyr, just a week ahead.
Excited at the prospect of a new life, one away from mining and smithing, and sisters that still liked to use him as a doll, even at eighteen, he packed his belongings into several bags, as he had plenty of things to go, gave the clothes he was closest to out growing to his younger brother, and set out with the tithe train. That trip was quite the experience in and of itself, but it didn't come close to the awe he felt as they were lead up the long tunnel that brought them out into the wide green bowl of the ancient volcano. The herdbeasts milled around at the smell of dragon, and he had to help with them, as he had worked his way here as a tender.
Now he was here, he had only to report to the Candidate Master, or the Weyr leaders, and find out what he would be doing...
Color Pref: brown, blue, bronze, green
Character Info:
Name: Vanylon (V'lon)
Age: 18
Gender: M
Rank: none
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father Jmanminecrafter Howlett, 41
Mother Jamina 39
Siblings Ara 20, Blicoy 19, Cerran 16, Raoul 15, Ambel 10
Other important: Uncle L'gan Bronzerider of Ceranth Telgar Weyr NPC ( for now)
Appearance: Van stands about 5'11, 175 lbs of lean, wiry muscle mass. Years of assisting his father has put stoutness behind his hammerswing, iron in his grip and steel in his thighs. Piercing sky blue eyes peer out from beneath shaggy, dirty blond curls. His smile lights up his face. He has a strong jawline, an almost pug nose that while the bane of his existence, his sisters insist make him just the cutest thing with his curly hair. He suffers it gladly from love for his sibs.
His taste in clothing runs along the usual male lines. It doesn't bite him when he tries to put it on, its good to go. He does clean up rather nicely though, having one good gather outfit that is still has a little room to grow. His sister, Ara, is a jr journeyman in weaving, and has provided the family with its needs as far as clothing and such goes, in return for them buying the materials and such for her to practice on. Van's is a set of black breeches, with sky blue piping, and a fancy, for him, shirt of similar sky blue, well embroidered with dragons and hawks and such by the talented hands of his sisters.
Personality: Typically a young man of few words, Van is a fairly average middle child. He has a slightly quirky sense of humor, usually displayed by minor practical jokes on his siblings. He is generally quiet, thoughtful, reliable and steady. All those things any teenager hates to hear. He is smart as a whip, often relegated by his father to doing the figures, as he is the only one in the family with a head for them. He keeps the hold records and accounts, taught by the traveling harper that teaches this minor holds children on a rotating basis.
Sometime a little withdrawn, occasionally melancholy, Van is a steadying influence on his wild younger brother, and elder sisters. He is the apple of his mother's eye, the eldest boy, protector of sisters, tormentor and teacher of brothers. He has been known to befriend those others tend to shun, for example one young girl that was a Hold castoff, having a baby out of wedlock by one of the more flagrant playboys of the Hold, he would often bring her things his own family no longer needed, or could do without, such as clothing, food, bits of things to brighten up her tiny cot. This was rather typical of his behavior before being Searched by a blue shortly after his 18th birthday.
History:
Growing up a middle child is enough for anyone to learn to blend in. Val learned to be patient with his sisters, as they saw him as a doll to dress up in the most unlikely get ups a boy could wear. He often had to play peacemaker between various siblings, as he rarely was the cause of mischief, but had instead a knack for getting them to settle down and talk things out. His father wanted him to apprentice as a smith, and although he showed some talent in this direction, he knew a life in either the mines or behind a forge was not for him. He did spend a lot of time in both, however, learning much about the trade, if not the "secrets". He can craft simple things of metal, sew a straight line, thanks to his sisters, work some in leather, hunt and fish with a decent enough return rate that he'd not starve in the wilderness, and an array of useful, if mostly common skills.
He's learned enough of fighting to be able to defend himself, most of the time, even able to defend those who cannot defend themselves. He's come to the defense of the girls several times, and also to the one he likes to help, with the children, when others would begin to taunt her and the baby. At one point he earned the ire of the main holder of their small camp, when he put a pair of shiners on his oldest son, a boy several years older than him, for just that, taunting his friend about being a whore.
Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, he received a visit from a blue rider on Search. He was one of several from the hold that were asked to travel to Telgar Weyr in the near future, to stand as a candidate when the next flight occured. It didn't seem that there was a current group of eggs on the sands, but it could occur at any time, and they liked to have a good selection of likely people ready for the Hatching. He talked it over with his parents, and they had reluctantly agreed that he could go with the monthly tithe train to the Weyr, just a week ahead.
Excited at the prospect of a new life, one away from mining and smithing, and sisters that still liked to use him as a doll, even at eighteen, he packed his belongings into several bags, as he had plenty of things to go, gave the clothes he was closest to out growing to his younger brother, and set out with the tithe train. That trip was quite the experience in and of itself, but it didn't come close to the awe he felt as they were lead up the long tunnel that brought them out into the wide green bowl of the ancient volcano. The herdbeasts milled around at the smell of dragon, and he had to help with them, as he had worked his way here as a tender.
Now he was here, he had only to report to the Candidate Master, or the Weyr leaders, and find out what he would be doing...
Color Pref: brown, blue, bronze, green
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