Post by Foxy on Sept 26, 2006 22:40:46 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Kenwyn
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 17 turns
Origin: Telgar Hold
Appearance:
Standing at 6'5 with a large frame, Kenwyn is average to tall for his age and still has a few inches left to gain. He weighs around 191 lbs and is built of long lean corded muscle. His broad shoulders still need filling out, as does his ribs. Where his pants ride low, a washboard flat stomach trails into narrow hips. He has yet to loose all the gawkiness of adolescence.
Kenwyn has an angular jaw with a cleft chin, a moderate nose, and full lips that seem home to a half smile or a perpetual pout. Warm light brown quickal colored eyes set wide apart give an air of intellect to his comely face. Wavy dark brown hair frames it and is kept short in the style of a rider.
The skin around his throat and up his arms is red from the forge fires and the top of his right wrist has a raised white scar. It is a brand from a piece of hot iron.
The ex-smith apprentice on most occasions can be found in loose cotton tunics usually sleeveless, pants made of heavy fabric, leather boots and a wherhide apron when working in the smithy. Kenwyn prefers clothes in blacks, greens and browns.
Family:
Father- Teras, Journeyman Smith
Mother- Jywn, wife
Older Brother- Tyas, Field Worker
Older Brother- Gern, Field Worker
Older Sister- Jesal, wife to Yenew, Miner
Kenwyn
Younger Sister- Taren
Younger Brother- Heras
Sexual Orientation: Hetro
Personality:
Adventurous and energetic, pioneering and courageous, enthusiastic and confident, dynamic and quick-witted, creative and enthusiastic, faithful and loving can all be used to sum up Kenwyn. He has not really known hardship enough to dim his out look on life.
On the darker side, Kenwyn can also be called selfish and quick-tempered, impulsive and impatient, foolhardy and a daredevil, pompous and patronizing, bossy and interfering, dogmatic and intolerant. His father did Kenwyn no favors by allowing him to know he was his favorite son. Not only did it build contention between brothers but it also taught the young man little in the way of humiliaty.
Kenwyn likes action, coming in first, challenges, and spontaneity. He DISLIKES, waiting around, admitting failure, no opposition, tyranny, other peoples advice and dimglows.
He is a typical teenager who feels immortal and the dynamics of his personality reflect this.
Hobbies/Skills: Smithing
Pets: None, but if he found a clutch of firelizards...
History:
Kenwyn grew up in a loving home along the outskirts of Telgar Hold. Sheltered from the politics and hardships of outside life, the young boy ran wild with the other hold brats when he could escape the almost overbearing skirts of his mother. Dreaming of Dragons and Firelizards, the dark haired youth explored the inner caverns of the Hold and played numerous games in the dark passageways with the boys his age and some older. But girls... yuck, he did his best to ignore them. Never one much into bullying the younger brats, Kenwyn was disliked by few save those who didn‘t even like themselves. Jerelt was one such lad. The son of Telgar‘s Chief Steward he had rank and was more than proud of it. A bully to all, it was several times that he knocked Kenwyn on his arse before he had enough and began to fight back.
Born the third son of a Smith, it wasn't expected for him to follow in his Father's foot steps, thus for awhile at least he was able to have some freedom of choice when it came to his life. It was not as important that he make something of himself nor did he have to worry so much about impressions along the way. Kenwyn only half heartedly learned his teaching songs nor did he take much to ciphering and reading. His two older brothers had not talent though and when Teras finally admitted this he took hold the reigns of his wild third son. Jerking to a halt his dreams of someday running off to be a Trader or a Dragonrider the Journeyman Smith made sure Kenwyn was caught up with the lads his age.
Life as the dark-haired rogue knew it changed severely. So the torch was passed to Kenwyn and his brothers went to work in Telgar's fields instead of heading off to the Smith Hall. It didn’t set well with Tyas or Gren to give up their spots at their father‘s forge. A task master Teras might be, but being a Smith was far better than a laboring drudge. They reigned fall down on Kenwyn when they thought their father wasn’t looking. Many a tumble was brought about in the back yard of their small cot, usually with Kenwyn ending up the loser.
At 12, having proven a knack for the craft at his father's forge, Kenwyn was sent to the Smith Hall and began learning the skills of an apprentice, yet again his life changed.
Life was more than structured at the Hall, Kenwyn had to rise and rest at his Master's wish. He had only thought Teras a task masters. Kenwyn chaffed. He bucked the rules when he could, living with bread and water rations more times than he would prefer to remember... Master Heldan put up with him only for his skill with metals and because Teras and he had been friends during their own apprenticeships.
It was here Fort found him when they rode in search.
A clutch was Harding on the Sands and not enough males could be found in the Weyr to give the hatchlings a goodly choice so Formal Search was conducted by Fort Weyr throughout their territory, including the Smith Hall. In that Search, Kenwyn was found acceptable by the dragons and taken back to the Weyr. His family and Master were less than happy, but it was Kenwyn's choice.
The candidate has been standing since he was 15. Two turns and still no dragon to show. He is getting older and there isn't a clutch on the sands at Fort Weyr so Kenwyn has been sent to Ponaa to try his luck. Kenwyn leaves more than Fort Weyr behind, he also is hoping to forget a Weyrling Green Rider too good for the likes of a candidate.
Color Prefence: Bronze or Brown
Sample RP:
Throwing his knapsack on the empty bunk the Candidate Master had indicated the dark-haired youth took a good long look at his surroundings. Spartan walls hugged by lines of bunks and the few meager possessions allowed a candidate. ‘Well, not too much different than Fort.’ He was conscious that several conversations had stopped or grew more hushed and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, his mood sarcastic. ‘Yeah… new guy yet again. This is going to be great.’ “This bunk taken?” Kenwyn made eye contact with the closest candidate, trying to be friendly or at least show that he wasn’t one to be intimidated.
“Nah, its good.” The red haired young man, maybe a turn or so younger than Kenwyn smiled and leaned across the sleeping couch offering his hand. “Last guy that had that bunk got sent home.”
“Really?” Shaking hands, Kenwyn arched his eyebrow, his lips twitching into a half-grin… a real smile this time. “Can’t imagine leaving, when there is still a shard of hope to get a dragon.”
“I don’t think he had much of a choice.” Red had leaned closer in and dropped his voice to a secretive whisper. “They won’t tell us why though. Oh by the way I’m Gellan.”
Kenwyn knitted his brows together, there weren’t that many secrets that candidates didn’t know… and now he was more than just a little curious. “Kenwyn, of Telgar Hold.”
Character
Name: Kenwyn
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 17 turns
Origin: Telgar Hold
Appearance:
Standing at 6'5 with a large frame, Kenwyn is average to tall for his age and still has a few inches left to gain. He weighs around 191 lbs and is built of long lean corded muscle. His broad shoulders still need filling out, as does his ribs. Where his pants ride low, a washboard flat stomach trails into narrow hips. He has yet to loose all the gawkiness of adolescence.
Kenwyn has an angular jaw with a cleft chin, a moderate nose, and full lips that seem home to a half smile or a perpetual pout. Warm light brown quickal colored eyes set wide apart give an air of intellect to his comely face. Wavy dark brown hair frames it and is kept short in the style of a rider.
The skin around his throat and up his arms is red from the forge fires and the top of his right wrist has a raised white scar. It is a brand from a piece of hot iron.
The ex-smith apprentice on most occasions can be found in loose cotton tunics usually sleeveless, pants made of heavy fabric, leather boots and a wherhide apron when working in the smithy. Kenwyn prefers clothes in blacks, greens and browns.
Family:
Father- Teras, Journeyman Smith
Mother- Jywn, wife
Older Brother- Tyas, Field Worker
Older Brother- Gern, Field Worker
Older Sister- Jesal, wife to Yenew, Miner
Kenwyn
Younger Sister- Taren
Younger Brother- Heras
Sexual Orientation: Hetro
Personality:
Adventurous and energetic, pioneering and courageous, enthusiastic and confident, dynamic and quick-witted, creative and enthusiastic, faithful and loving can all be used to sum up Kenwyn. He has not really known hardship enough to dim his out look on life.
On the darker side, Kenwyn can also be called selfish and quick-tempered, impulsive and impatient, foolhardy and a daredevil, pompous and patronizing, bossy and interfering, dogmatic and intolerant. His father did Kenwyn no favors by allowing him to know he was his favorite son. Not only did it build contention between brothers but it also taught the young man little in the way of humiliaty.
Kenwyn likes action, coming in first, challenges, and spontaneity. He DISLIKES, waiting around, admitting failure, no opposition, tyranny, other peoples advice and dimglows.
He is a typical teenager who feels immortal and the dynamics of his personality reflect this.
Hobbies/Skills: Smithing
Pets: None, but if he found a clutch of firelizards...
History:
Kenwyn grew up in a loving home along the outskirts of Telgar Hold. Sheltered from the politics and hardships of outside life, the young boy ran wild with the other hold brats when he could escape the almost overbearing skirts of his mother. Dreaming of Dragons and Firelizards, the dark haired youth explored the inner caverns of the Hold and played numerous games in the dark passageways with the boys his age and some older. But girls... yuck, he did his best to ignore them. Never one much into bullying the younger brats, Kenwyn was disliked by few save those who didn‘t even like themselves. Jerelt was one such lad. The son of Telgar‘s Chief Steward he had rank and was more than proud of it. A bully to all, it was several times that he knocked Kenwyn on his arse before he had enough and began to fight back.
Born the third son of a Smith, it wasn't expected for him to follow in his Father's foot steps, thus for awhile at least he was able to have some freedom of choice when it came to his life. It was not as important that he make something of himself nor did he have to worry so much about impressions along the way. Kenwyn only half heartedly learned his teaching songs nor did he take much to ciphering and reading. His two older brothers had not talent though and when Teras finally admitted this he took hold the reigns of his wild third son. Jerking to a halt his dreams of someday running off to be a Trader or a Dragonrider the Journeyman Smith made sure Kenwyn was caught up with the lads his age.
Life as the dark-haired rogue knew it changed severely. So the torch was passed to Kenwyn and his brothers went to work in Telgar's fields instead of heading off to the Smith Hall. It didn’t set well with Tyas or Gren to give up their spots at their father‘s forge. A task master Teras might be, but being a Smith was far better than a laboring drudge. They reigned fall down on Kenwyn when they thought their father wasn’t looking. Many a tumble was brought about in the back yard of their small cot, usually with Kenwyn ending up the loser.
At 12, having proven a knack for the craft at his father's forge, Kenwyn was sent to the Smith Hall and began learning the skills of an apprentice, yet again his life changed.
Life was more than structured at the Hall, Kenwyn had to rise and rest at his Master's wish. He had only thought Teras a task masters. Kenwyn chaffed. He bucked the rules when he could, living with bread and water rations more times than he would prefer to remember... Master Heldan put up with him only for his skill with metals and because Teras and he had been friends during their own apprenticeships.
It was here Fort found him when they rode in search.
A clutch was Harding on the Sands and not enough males could be found in the Weyr to give the hatchlings a goodly choice so Formal Search was conducted by Fort Weyr throughout their territory, including the Smith Hall. In that Search, Kenwyn was found acceptable by the dragons and taken back to the Weyr. His family and Master were less than happy, but it was Kenwyn's choice.
The candidate has been standing since he was 15. Two turns and still no dragon to show. He is getting older and there isn't a clutch on the sands at Fort Weyr so Kenwyn has been sent to Ponaa to try his luck. Kenwyn leaves more than Fort Weyr behind, he also is hoping to forget a Weyrling Green Rider too good for the likes of a candidate.
Color Prefence: Bronze or Brown
Sample RP:
Throwing his knapsack on the empty bunk the Candidate Master had indicated the dark-haired youth took a good long look at his surroundings. Spartan walls hugged by lines of bunks and the few meager possessions allowed a candidate. ‘Well, not too much different than Fort.’ He was conscious that several conversations had stopped or grew more hushed and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, his mood sarcastic. ‘Yeah… new guy yet again. This is going to be great.’ “This bunk taken?” Kenwyn made eye contact with the closest candidate, trying to be friendly or at least show that he wasn’t one to be intimidated.
“Nah, its good.” The red haired young man, maybe a turn or so younger than Kenwyn smiled and leaned across the sleeping couch offering his hand. “Last guy that had that bunk got sent home.”
“Really?” Shaking hands, Kenwyn arched his eyebrow, his lips twitching into a half-grin… a real smile this time. “Can’t imagine leaving, when there is still a shard of hope to get a dragon.”
“I don’t think he had much of a choice.” Red had leaned closer in and dropped his voice to a secretive whisper. “They won’t tell us why though. Oh by the way I’m Gellan.”
Kenwyn knitted his brows together, there weren’t that many secrets that candidates didn’t know… and now he was more than just a little curious. “Kenwyn, of Telgar Hold.”
