Post by Crimson on Jan 12, 2007 18:07:52 GMT -5
Email: sirenahada@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Zarefan
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Origin: Tamah Hold
Appearance:
Zar is a fairly handsome young man. And he knows it. His eyes are sea-green, his hair is dark brown, and his smile is bright white and beautiful. He's the kind of guy, that if you didn't know better, you would think was vain, rude, and sort of bully-ish. While he knows he's rather cute, he doesn't flaunt it or use it to his best interests. He's just been taught better.
He has a tall, lean body. Zar is 5'10", but has some growing to do. He weighs in at one-fifty, and is proud to own every sinle ounce of it. He knows he could do with a good workout to add some muscle onto those bones of his, but he would rather hang out with his friends.
He wears brown and dark blue to work in, under the thought that if he stains those clothes, it doesn't really matter. He prefers to work in boots, unless it's really hot outside, when he'll wear sandals. His work pants are generally brown or leathers.
His Gather-wear is somewhat limited. Zar isn't fond of a lot of clothes, so he only has two really nice shirts. One is a crimson red, the exact color of blood. It is embroidered with simple white thread. The other is more of a scarlet, a brighter red than the crimson. Both clash greatly with his eyes. With them he pairs black pants and good-looking boots.
Family: His mother is a Journeywoman Harper at Tamah Hold. She is the tutor to the children of the Lord there. She is a very smart woman, and very compassionate. Her name is Zara. Zar gets his beautiful eyes from her, as well as his lips and smile. She raised Zar with the attitude that how she treated him was how he would grow up to be. She did a good job, and she knows it. She was semi-disappointed that he wouldn't be a Harper like her when he was Searched, but she knows he'll Impress a dragon and bring honor to their family.
His father is a Master Weaver at the same hold. He fell in love with Zara the moment he saw her, and married her a scant year later. He is Master Fandrel, a man with dark hair and light skin. He had originally came from far North Benden Hold, but transferred to the South as soon as he learned the technique that allowed him to make the lighter, thinner fabrics for the dragonriders. While he was somewhat helpful in the parenting of his children, most of his help came in in their teenage years. He had wanted Zar to go into Harpering like his mother, but also fully supported him when he was Searched.
Zarefan has two sisters and a little brother. His oldest sibling his is sister Drelza, and she is nineteen. She has followed her father into weaving, and so they shipped her up North to the Weaver Hall to be educated. They all write each other, and when Fandrel can pull the favor from a dragonrider, he and his wife go visit her in exchange for tailor-made clothes and a good song. His second sibling is Fanra, who is fourteen. She seems to be more musically inclined than her sister, and she makes noises that she'd like to be formally educated in the North as well. Their parents are loathe to send another child north, but they have agreed that if the Master Harper the next hold over agrees she's good enough, they will send her. Zar's little brother, Zandel, is only nine, and he is as sweet as his brother. They are all pretty good kids. Zandel actually shows more interest in animals than in cloth or pipes, and his parents encourage this behavior.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (But I really don't want this to have an effect on what he Impresses. I want you guys to decide what he's good enough for based on me playing him and his personality. If he's green material...well, he'll get over it.)
Personality: Zar is a very fun-loving guy. He likes to get out and have a good time with his friends. But he also enjoys spending time by himself, every so often. He's the kind of guy that realizes that sometimes, it's good to have a little "Me-time." He likes to play games, ompetitvely run, and and tell jokes.
The young man is also a genuinely nice guy. His parents raised him right, and you can tell. He's sweet, sensitive, and caring--all the things girls really look for in a mate. He's not always the greatest listener, and he does not give good advice ever, but he's the kind of stable, dependable guy that you know you can bring your problems to and he'll cheer you right up. He's the go-to guy for getting in a better mood.
He really likes to have a big meal. He loves eating and food, and occasionally, he'll eat, even if he's not hungry, just to enjoy it. It does occasionally get excessive, and different authority figures have quoted, "Dragonman, avoid excess, greed will bring the Weyr distress." Someday, if he doesn't maintain the level of exercise and energy he outputs, he may develop a tummy.
Though he is often a very compassionate young man, there are times where he can be irresponsible to the point of apathy. Sometimes, he gets to where he doesn't even want to be around responsible people, because they "bring down his fun-time." Sometimes, he'd just like to have fun and not care about the consequences.
When he grows up and becomes mature, he will be a very steady, stable man. He just has to get there first.
Hobbies/Skills: Zarefan is literate and can do basic maths. He doesn't sing well, but he can sing, and he plays drums fairly well. He can also sew (his father made him learn how after Zar got a little too rough on his clothes and ripped holes in them).
Pets: One green firelizard--Story
History: Zarefan comes from Tamah Hold, as did all his siblings. He was a normal child who loved to play and run around with his friends. He had a "girlfriend" as a little boy, a small girl whom his parents considered betrothing him to. The plans fell through, however, when the girl was Searched at age eleven. He moved on after a period of sadness, and became happy again when he realized he had other friends too.
His parents loved him, even though his father wasn't always the most attentive dad. His mother taught him right from wrong, and to speak up for himself and others. He was taught not to steal, lie, or cheat, and not to be a bully. Zarefan is a well-rounded young man, despite his shortcomings.
He was searched from Tamah Hold at age 16. ((Ooph, sorry, guys. I want him
Color Prefence: Mmm, I sort of think he's brown material. But he can Impress whatever you like him for/need him for for your clutches.
Sample RP:
Zarefan rolled out of bed quickly. Today was Search Day! The dragonriders would come to Tamah for a little bit to assemble those who were acceptable and take them back to the DragonWeyr. And there, a lucky few of the group taken from the Holds would Impress their own dragonling. The dragonling--a life-long companion who would always be one's friend and strong-hold. Someone who knew you in and out and completely. The prospect was a little daunting, but
Zarefan was willing to try.
He splashed sun-warmed water in his face and over his hair to rinse off, and threw on his nicest shirt and pants. He paired his boots up with the right foot, and was off to the Common Grounds. Who knew? Maybe today would be his lucky day. "ZAREFAN!" his mother shouted. "Comb your hair!"
"Oh!" He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the runner-haor brush and dragged it through his somewhat-short hair. "Time to go, Mum. Catchya later!" She kissed his cheek, and he hauled rear out the door.
Character
Name: Zarefan
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Origin: Tamah Hold
Appearance:
Zar is a fairly handsome young man. And he knows it. His eyes are sea-green, his hair is dark brown, and his smile is bright white and beautiful. He's the kind of guy, that if you didn't know better, you would think was vain, rude, and sort of bully-ish. While he knows he's rather cute, he doesn't flaunt it or use it to his best interests. He's just been taught better.
He has a tall, lean body. Zar is 5'10", but has some growing to do. He weighs in at one-fifty, and is proud to own every sinle ounce of it. He knows he could do with a good workout to add some muscle onto those bones of his, but he would rather hang out with his friends.
He wears brown and dark blue to work in, under the thought that if he stains those clothes, it doesn't really matter. He prefers to work in boots, unless it's really hot outside, when he'll wear sandals. His work pants are generally brown or leathers.
His Gather-wear is somewhat limited. Zar isn't fond of a lot of clothes, so he only has two really nice shirts. One is a crimson red, the exact color of blood. It is embroidered with simple white thread. The other is more of a scarlet, a brighter red than the crimson. Both clash greatly with his eyes. With them he pairs black pants and good-looking boots.
Family: His mother is a Journeywoman Harper at Tamah Hold. She is the tutor to the children of the Lord there. She is a very smart woman, and very compassionate. Her name is Zara. Zar gets his beautiful eyes from her, as well as his lips and smile. She raised Zar with the attitude that how she treated him was how he would grow up to be. She did a good job, and she knows it. She was semi-disappointed that he wouldn't be a Harper like her when he was Searched, but she knows he'll Impress a dragon and bring honor to their family.
His father is a Master Weaver at the same hold. He fell in love with Zara the moment he saw her, and married her a scant year later. He is Master Fandrel, a man with dark hair and light skin. He had originally came from far North Benden Hold, but transferred to the South as soon as he learned the technique that allowed him to make the lighter, thinner fabrics for the dragonriders. While he was somewhat helpful in the parenting of his children, most of his help came in in their teenage years. He had wanted Zar to go into Harpering like his mother, but also fully supported him when he was Searched.
Zarefan has two sisters and a little brother. His oldest sibling his is sister Drelza, and she is nineteen. She has followed her father into weaving, and so they shipped her up North to the Weaver Hall to be educated. They all write each other, and when Fandrel can pull the favor from a dragonrider, he and his wife go visit her in exchange for tailor-made clothes and a good song. His second sibling is Fanra, who is fourteen. She seems to be more musically inclined than her sister, and she makes noises that she'd like to be formally educated in the North as well. Their parents are loathe to send another child north, but they have agreed that if the Master Harper the next hold over agrees she's good enough, they will send her. Zar's little brother, Zandel, is only nine, and he is as sweet as his brother. They are all pretty good kids. Zandel actually shows more interest in animals than in cloth or pipes, and his parents encourage this behavior.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (But I really don't want this to have an effect on what he Impresses. I want you guys to decide what he's good enough for based on me playing him and his personality. If he's green material...well, he'll get over it.)
Personality: Zar is a very fun-loving guy. He likes to get out and have a good time with his friends. But he also enjoys spending time by himself, every so often. He's the kind of guy that realizes that sometimes, it's good to have a little "Me-time." He likes to play games, ompetitvely run, and and tell jokes.
The young man is also a genuinely nice guy. His parents raised him right, and you can tell. He's sweet, sensitive, and caring--all the things girls really look for in a mate. He's not always the greatest listener, and he does not give good advice ever, but he's the kind of stable, dependable guy that you know you can bring your problems to and he'll cheer you right up. He's the go-to guy for getting in a better mood.
He really likes to have a big meal. He loves eating and food, and occasionally, he'll eat, even if he's not hungry, just to enjoy it. It does occasionally get excessive, and different authority figures have quoted, "Dragonman, avoid excess, greed will bring the Weyr distress." Someday, if he doesn't maintain the level of exercise and energy he outputs, he may develop a tummy.
Though he is often a very compassionate young man, there are times where he can be irresponsible to the point of apathy. Sometimes, he gets to where he doesn't even want to be around responsible people, because they "bring down his fun-time." Sometimes, he'd just like to have fun and not care about the consequences.
When he grows up and becomes mature, he will be a very steady, stable man. He just has to get there first.
Hobbies/Skills: Zarefan is literate and can do basic maths. He doesn't sing well, but he can sing, and he plays drums fairly well. He can also sew (his father made him learn how after Zar got a little too rough on his clothes and ripped holes in them).
Pets: One green firelizard--Story
History: Zarefan comes from Tamah Hold, as did all his siblings. He was a normal child who loved to play and run around with his friends. He had a "girlfriend" as a little boy, a small girl whom his parents considered betrothing him to. The plans fell through, however, when the girl was Searched at age eleven. He moved on after a period of sadness, and became happy again when he realized he had other friends too.
His parents loved him, even though his father wasn't always the most attentive dad. His mother taught him right from wrong, and to speak up for himself and others. He was taught not to steal, lie, or cheat, and not to be a bully. Zarefan is a well-rounded young man, despite his shortcomings.
He was searched from Tamah Hold at age 16. ((Ooph, sorry, guys. I want him
Color Prefence: Mmm, I sort of think he's brown material. But he can Impress whatever you like him for/need him for for your clutches.
Sample RP:
Zarefan rolled out of bed quickly. Today was Search Day! The dragonriders would come to Tamah for a little bit to assemble those who were acceptable and take them back to the DragonWeyr. And there, a lucky few of the group taken from the Holds would Impress their own dragonling. The dragonling--a life-long companion who would always be one's friend and strong-hold. Someone who knew you in and out and completely. The prospect was a little daunting, but
Zarefan was willing to try.
He splashed sun-warmed water in his face and over his hair to rinse off, and threw on his nicest shirt and pants. He paired his boots up with the right foot, and was off to the Common Grounds. Who knew? Maybe today would be his lucky day. "ZAREFAN!" his mother shouted. "Comb your hair!"
"Oh!" He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the runner-haor brush and dragged it through his somewhat-short hair. "Time to go, Mum. Catchya later!" She kissed his cheek, and he hauled rear out the door.
