Post by Khay on Apr 3, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -6
Your Info
Player ID: Khallayne
Character Number:6 (He’s an NPC)
Anyone Recruit You? Nope
Character Info
Name: Faeroviel
Rank: Wherhandler
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Faeroviel doesn’t have the build of a man that one should be weary of, rather, he appears as though he can easily be a push over, but this isn’t the case. He is always seen with baggier clothing, something loose upon his frame to make sure that he feels comfortable. Not that he could give a damn as to what others thought of him, that much can easily be told by his personality. However, hidden beneath his clothing are lean muscles that most certainly can’t be mistaken for loose skin! His sun-kissed skin has an unmarked appearance, however his hands are faintly calloused and he bears scars upon his legs and back from random incidents, and from the fact that random fools tried to beat up on him. That didn’t always work quite well.
Graced with dark red, almost brown and naturally highlighted hair, Faeroviel has quite a hard time keeping it well groomed, for it is wild. He keeps it fairly short; however it does have a bit of a wild look to it. If sprites existed on Pern, he’d probably be one of them! No matter what kind of brush one attacks his wild mane of hair with, it always manages to stick up on every which end, despite the care that he does give it. But, that is to be expected of him.
One thing that is hard to forget about this man is his piercing black eyes. The rim around the iris is almost midnight blue while the iris itself appears to be onyx in color. Not to mention that more than a few stern looks and glares are shot out from those piercing orbs of his. His face is usually void of a smile… Why? No one really knows. One of the rare occasions to tell if he is happy or not is from his eyes, or usually a faint shadow of a grin upon his lips, he isn’t very expressive.
One thing about Faeroviel is that he can walk with an air that demands attention. Not that he is arrogant or conceited, or anything… rather, he just has one of those auras that make you turn your head, that demand your respect. He walks with grace, unless he is acting like a fool of course, and he seems to merely observe everything around him. How much of this is true, none will ever know.
Personality: Faeroviel isn’t exactly a rude person, but he isn’t the nicest either. He speaks whatever is on his mind and he rarely holds anything back… which can be quite intimidating at times. He often portrays himself as serious and distant, very rarely speaking about himself unless he deems that another has to hear about it. If that doesn’t happen, well, then there isn’t much that he can possibly do, now is there? In truth, he isn’t exactly a rude person, but from his experience amongst the people of Nabol hold, he learned that some aren’t to be trusted and one can never know who is to be trusted and who isn’t, which makes things a tad bit difficult, now doesn’t it? He is deathly loyal to those that he befriends, but at the same time, there are still very few that he will allow within his little kingdom of ice that people call his heart. The only creature to ever set place there was his Wher, who he most adores.
Still, Faeroviel is what one would expect of a red-head. He has a fierce vicious nature when it comes to others harming those around him, and he is quite like a Wher, a fierce and loyal guardian. Threats and battles are not beyond him, for he adores living his life on the wild side, changing places whenever he can, and always up for new adventures. But his anger can either come in a large outburst, or a silent, yet deadly torrent below the sea, whispering words to the shore, hinting only faintly at the true danger that lies beneath.
History: Faeroviel grew up in a small mining hall, living with his family and friends. Of course he had tried his time in the mines, and done his work alongside his parents… but when they found out that things were starting to get dangerous, they sent out a few lads to the Wher Hall, and shipped Faeroviel off with them. He was there at the age of 15, and took a year without testing his chances at a Wher clutch where the other boys merely tested their chance. Nearly a few sevendays before he turned 16, he went and tried his luck, having profound his knowledge in Whers, and having learned to adore them beyond all measures. And during that tryout, he picked a crowned egg, nearly fully covered by sand that held his precious Faerovisk, and after having returned to the mines, where they trained and bonded, they lived the next two and a half turns there.
Then, one day, quite randomly really, a messenger came and requested the use of a Wher, so, Faeroviel simply complied, being 18 and willing for an adventure. That is how he got his way to Nabol hold, meeting and seeing many people during his first few days, and deciding to stay on board to offer the hold protection, despite the fact that his Wher was mainly trained in detecting mining problems. He was very well trained indeed, and that offered him great possibilities. And then one day, he was searched at the Weyr
Wher Information
Name: Faerovisk
Type: Watch-Wher
Color: Bronze
Age: 4
Genealogy: Gold Disk & Bronze Telleisk
Appearance: Faerovisk is quite the powerfully built Wher. His muscles are lean and his hide is neatly pulled over his muscles, allowing him to move with as much suppleness as a Wher possibly can. He is built for speed, though he does have a faint bit of endurance drilled in to him from his owner, he’s still in the process of training himself though, with Faeroviel’s help, of course. His wings are supple and soft, more often than not seen folded upon his back, and his hides shines with health and care, showing the type of Wher that he is. His hide is a almost chocolaty colour that is splattered with copper and a prominent sheen.
Personality: Talk about a fierce creature, he is much like Faeroviel in every which way when it comes to protecting someone. Loyal only to his bonded, he judges how he should act upon someone upon his attitude around that person. If he is tense, don’t touch him, more likely than not you will have a 600 pound Wher flat against your body with its fangs gleaming, ready to pierce your skin. However, he is a friendly person, taking everyone that his bonded calls a friend as family, and protecting them in the exact same way. Not to mention that he is curious about everything. If he could poke his nose in thread, he would… Well, if he didn’t have the instinct to eat it; that is… Anyway, in his mind, Fae is god, really. His word is the law, and if people don’t like it, they have to face with him, much to his amusement and faint dread.
Player ID: Khallayne
Character Number:6 (He’s an NPC)
Anyone Recruit You? Nope
Character Info
Name: Faeroviel
Rank: Wherhandler
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Faeroviel doesn’t have the build of a man that one should be weary of, rather, he appears as though he can easily be a push over, but this isn’t the case. He is always seen with baggier clothing, something loose upon his frame to make sure that he feels comfortable. Not that he could give a damn as to what others thought of him, that much can easily be told by his personality. However, hidden beneath his clothing are lean muscles that most certainly can’t be mistaken for loose skin! His sun-kissed skin has an unmarked appearance, however his hands are faintly calloused and he bears scars upon his legs and back from random incidents, and from the fact that random fools tried to beat up on him. That didn’t always work quite well.
Graced with dark red, almost brown and naturally highlighted hair, Faeroviel has quite a hard time keeping it well groomed, for it is wild. He keeps it fairly short; however it does have a bit of a wild look to it. If sprites existed on Pern, he’d probably be one of them! No matter what kind of brush one attacks his wild mane of hair with, it always manages to stick up on every which end, despite the care that he does give it. But, that is to be expected of him.
One thing that is hard to forget about this man is his piercing black eyes. The rim around the iris is almost midnight blue while the iris itself appears to be onyx in color. Not to mention that more than a few stern looks and glares are shot out from those piercing orbs of his. His face is usually void of a smile… Why? No one really knows. One of the rare occasions to tell if he is happy or not is from his eyes, or usually a faint shadow of a grin upon his lips, he isn’t very expressive.
One thing about Faeroviel is that he can walk with an air that demands attention. Not that he is arrogant or conceited, or anything… rather, he just has one of those auras that make you turn your head, that demand your respect. He walks with grace, unless he is acting like a fool of course, and he seems to merely observe everything around him. How much of this is true, none will ever know.
Personality: Faeroviel isn’t exactly a rude person, but he isn’t the nicest either. He speaks whatever is on his mind and he rarely holds anything back… which can be quite intimidating at times. He often portrays himself as serious and distant, very rarely speaking about himself unless he deems that another has to hear about it. If that doesn’t happen, well, then there isn’t much that he can possibly do, now is there? In truth, he isn’t exactly a rude person, but from his experience amongst the people of Nabol hold, he learned that some aren’t to be trusted and one can never know who is to be trusted and who isn’t, which makes things a tad bit difficult, now doesn’t it? He is deathly loyal to those that he befriends, but at the same time, there are still very few that he will allow within his little kingdom of ice that people call his heart. The only creature to ever set place there was his Wher, who he most adores.
Still, Faeroviel is what one would expect of a red-head. He has a fierce vicious nature when it comes to others harming those around him, and he is quite like a Wher, a fierce and loyal guardian. Threats and battles are not beyond him, for he adores living his life on the wild side, changing places whenever he can, and always up for new adventures. But his anger can either come in a large outburst, or a silent, yet deadly torrent below the sea, whispering words to the shore, hinting only faintly at the true danger that lies beneath.
History: Faeroviel grew up in a small mining hall, living with his family and friends. Of course he had tried his time in the mines, and done his work alongside his parents… but when they found out that things were starting to get dangerous, they sent out a few lads to the Wher Hall, and shipped Faeroviel off with them. He was there at the age of 15, and took a year without testing his chances at a Wher clutch where the other boys merely tested their chance. Nearly a few sevendays before he turned 16, he went and tried his luck, having profound his knowledge in Whers, and having learned to adore them beyond all measures. And during that tryout, he picked a crowned egg, nearly fully covered by sand that held his precious Faerovisk, and after having returned to the mines, where they trained and bonded, they lived the next two and a half turns there.
Then, one day, quite randomly really, a messenger came and requested the use of a Wher, so, Faeroviel simply complied, being 18 and willing for an adventure. That is how he got his way to Nabol hold, meeting and seeing many people during his first few days, and deciding to stay on board to offer the hold protection, despite the fact that his Wher was mainly trained in detecting mining problems. He was very well trained indeed, and that offered him great possibilities. And then one day, he was searched at the Weyr
Wher Information
Name: Faerovisk
Type: Watch-Wher
Color: Bronze
Age: 4
Genealogy: Gold Disk & Bronze Telleisk
Appearance: Faerovisk is quite the powerfully built Wher. His muscles are lean and his hide is neatly pulled over his muscles, allowing him to move with as much suppleness as a Wher possibly can. He is built for speed, though he does have a faint bit of endurance drilled in to him from his owner, he’s still in the process of training himself though, with Faeroviel’s help, of course. His wings are supple and soft, more often than not seen folded upon his back, and his hides shines with health and care, showing the type of Wher that he is. His hide is a almost chocolaty colour that is splattered with copper and a prominent sheen.
Personality: Talk about a fierce creature, he is much like Faeroviel in every which way when it comes to protecting someone. Loyal only to his bonded, he judges how he should act upon someone upon his attitude around that person. If he is tense, don’t touch him, more likely than not you will have a 600 pound Wher flat against your body with its fangs gleaming, ready to pierce your skin. However, he is a friendly person, taking everyone that his bonded calls a friend as family, and protecting them in the exact same way. Not to mention that he is curious about everything. If he could poke his nose in thread, he would… Well, if he didn’t have the instinct to eat it; that is… Anyway, in his mind, Fae is god, really. His word is the law, and if people don’t like it, they have to face with him, much to his amusement and faint dread.