Post by wonder123 on Mar 30, 2008 21:51:09 GMT -5
Contact Info:
Email: drummin_4jc@yahoo.com
MSN: Same as above.
AIM: suicidalbunny131 (Best ways to contact me are the first two)
Character Info:
Name: Reisul
Age: 11 turns (1044)
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat, Candidate if (and when) eligible
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
R'lec - Bronze rider and Pyralis wingsecond
Sulsta - Green rider
Those are probably the only relatives Reisul can be absolutely sure of. It's safe to assume he's related to most of those born in the Weyr, considering his father and uncles.
Appearance:
Reisul was born with a light blonde tuft of hair and black eyes. As he grew, the hair darkened while his eyes lightened, eventually leaving him with a mop of dirty blonde/light brown hair and blue eyes. Probably his biggest annoyance is the curls that have creeped up out of nowhere in the recent year. The boy can be found constantly attempting to flatten his hair back to its previous straightness...But the longer it grows, the more stubborn and curly it becomes.
The boy is tall for his age, although a little on the skinny side. He has yet to hit any remarkable growth spurt, but all of the foster mothers are counting down the days until when they'll be looking up at the young man. His ribs poke out akwardly at times, and the women in the Lower Caverns, whnever they can atch Reisul, constantly harp on him to eat more. Hopefully, with the training of a weyrling ahead of him, he'll fill out. He comes from great stock, after all.
Personality:
First and foremost, Reisul is his father's son through and through. As a matter of fact, a child like him is expected to be very confident, and true to form, at first glance, Reisul comes off just as arrogant as R'lec. To Reisul, R'lec is the supreme source of everything: knowledge, behavior, attitudes. In everything he does, Reisul wants to be just like his dad, if only to be able to spend some more time with him.
When he's not establishing superiority over all the other children in the Lower Caverns, Reisul spends time off by himself, exploring. He's always been a very curious child, but feels the need to hide any other traits besides arrogance and confidence from those around him. There's no telling when and where his dad will show up, whether to take him on a ride on his big bronze or just check on his foster mother...It wouldn't do if Reisul was caught doing some sort of activity that was beneath the status of a bronze rider....a future one that is. The only time he feels truly comfortable and away from the expectations of others is when he is alone in the outdoors surrounding the Weyr.
Reisul's darkest secret and greatest fear isn't that he won't impress a bronze. It's the fear of not fulling the expectations placed upon him by his father. You might say that's the same thing, however...
History:
Dragons.
Ever since exploding into this world one stormy night 10 turns ago, this was all Reisul knew. They were the reason for his conception, the reason for where he lived, and, from he had been told his whole life, it was his Future.
Reisul spent little time with his birthmother, and hardly knows her, having been fostered off to the women of the Creche the moment he was able to be. He was visited semi-frequently by his father, with the sole purpose of making sure Reisul was recieving the care befit a future bronze rider. But inbetween those few fatherly meetings, the boy was given a chance at a somewhat normal childhood. In the Creche, Reisul was not seen as a novelty. Dragonriders are known for their promiscous ways, and the Lower Caverns were filled with small ones underfoot. If Reisul wanted any hope at receiving attention, he'd need to establish himself at the head of this heirarchy. With as much cunning a little boy can muster, Reisul fought tooth and nail to be noticed by his caretakers. Any attention is good attention, right?
When he was finally able to get out by himself, a rare luxury indeed, Reisul found his true self. He cared for small animals that he found in the woodworks, carved small figurines from sticks. Now as he gets older, he fights fiercely to keep this private time a secret. When pesky sisters or cousins attempted to follow him, he'd reprimand them sharply with his feined sense of authority.
The uncertainties of Reisul's future loom darkly ahead of the ten year old. He is constantly anxious.
Who ever said kids didn't have any problems?
Color preference: The only thing acceptable for Reisul is a bronze.
(Any color is fine, really)
Email: drummin_4jc@yahoo.com
MSN: Same as above.
AIM: suicidalbunny131 (Best ways to contact me are the first two)
Character Info:
Name: Reisul
Age: 11 turns (1044)
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat, Candidate if (and when) eligible
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
R'lec - Bronze rider and Pyralis wingsecond
Sulsta - Green rider
Those are probably the only relatives Reisul can be absolutely sure of. It's safe to assume he's related to most of those born in the Weyr, considering his father and uncles.
Appearance:
Reisul was born with a light blonde tuft of hair and black eyes. As he grew, the hair darkened while his eyes lightened, eventually leaving him with a mop of dirty blonde/light brown hair and blue eyes. Probably his biggest annoyance is the curls that have creeped up out of nowhere in the recent year. The boy can be found constantly attempting to flatten his hair back to its previous straightness...But the longer it grows, the more stubborn and curly it becomes.
The boy is tall for his age, although a little on the skinny side. He has yet to hit any remarkable growth spurt, but all of the foster mothers are counting down the days until when they'll be looking up at the young man. His ribs poke out akwardly at times, and the women in the Lower Caverns, whnever they can atch Reisul, constantly harp on him to eat more. Hopefully, with the training of a weyrling ahead of him, he'll fill out. He comes from great stock, after all.
Personality:
First and foremost, Reisul is his father's son through and through. As a matter of fact, a child like him is expected to be very confident, and true to form, at first glance, Reisul comes off just as arrogant as R'lec. To Reisul, R'lec is the supreme source of everything: knowledge, behavior, attitudes. In everything he does, Reisul wants to be just like his dad, if only to be able to spend some more time with him.
When he's not establishing superiority over all the other children in the Lower Caverns, Reisul spends time off by himself, exploring. He's always been a very curious child, but feels the need to hide any other traits besides arrogance and confidence from those around him. There's no telling when and where his dad will show up, whether to take him on a ride on his big bronze or just check on his foster mother...It wouldn't do if Reisul was caught doing some sort of activity that was beneath the status of a bronze rider....a future one that is. The only time he feels truly comfortable and away from the expectations of others is when he is alone in the outdoors surrounding the Weyr.
Reisul's darkest secret and greatest fear isn't that he won't impress a bronze. It's the fear of not fulling the expectations placed upon him by his father. You might say that's the same thing, however...
History:
Dragons.
Ever since exploding into this world one stormy night 10 turns ago, this was all Reisul knew. They were the reason for his conception, the reason for where he lived, and, from he had been told his whole life, it was his Future.
Reisul spent little time with his birthmother, and hardly knows her, having been fostered off to the women of the Creche the moment he was able to be. He was visited semi-frequently by his father, with the sole purpose of making sure Reisul was recieving the care befit a future bronze rider. But inbetween those few fatherly meetings, the boy was given a chance at a somewhat normal childhood. In the Creche, Reisul was not seen as a novelty. Dragonriders are known for their promiscous ways, and the Lower Caverns were filled with small ones underfoot. If Reisul wanted any hope at receiving attention, he'd need to establish himself at the head of this heirarchy. With as much cunning a little boy can muster, Reisul fought tooth and nail to be noticed by his caretakers. Any attention is good attention, right?
When he was finally able to get out by himself, a rare luxury indeed, Reisul found his true self. He cared for small animals that he found in the woodworks, carved small figurines from sticks. Now as he gets older, he fights fiercely to keep this private time a secret. When pesky sisters or cousins attempted to follow him, he'd reprimand them sharply with his feined sense of authority.
The uncertainties of Reisul's future loom darkly ahead of the ten year old. He is constantly anxious.
Who ever said kids didn't have any problems?
Color preference: The only thing acceptable for Reisul is a bronze.
(Any color is fine, really)
