Post by shadowreine on Apr 4, 2009 19:01:00 GMT -6
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Player ID: ShadowReine
Character Number: 2
Anyone Recruit You? Phly
Character Info
Name: Rilon
Honorific Preference: R'lon
Rank: Candidate
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Night to his sister's day, few believe Margali and Rilon are kin. His hair is raven black and he wears it collar length, a little longer than some men. His eyes are dark, rich brown, almost the perfect color of good klah, and his complexion holds the rich tan of a young man who spends much time outdoors. He is already almost six feet tall, and likely to finish up a little over that height, but is relatively thin...not scrawny, no, but not a huge man either. His features are a little on the delicate side, not exactly effeminate, but not heavy. His voice is a deep tenor and has already settled.
He prefers to wear dark colors...blacks, dark greys, dark browns.
Personality:[/b
Rilon is one of those guys who stands out from the crowd in ways that are often less than positive. He is sarcastic in his banter, and banter is his primary means of communication. His language is often 'colorful', and he believes that if you're going to insult somebody, why, do it in style. He is also just a little bit, well. Cocky. He is obviously going to Impress bronze. Obviously. He also has the bad tendency to think himself immortal...and to pull crazy stunts at times. Like many with such personality, he always seems to just about get away with it. Just about.
As far as girls are concerned, his watchword is 'plenty'...like as not, he would already be in trouble (or married off) had they not moved to an isolated frontier Hold. The Weyr is, oh, endless opportunity. At least he thinks so. The problem is that if Rilon ever falls, oh, he'll fall hard. And probably for just the wrong girl...he thinks he's meant for one night stands and flights, but he is, if anything, more capable of falling in love than average. Oops.
Rilon's best virtue is his loyalty. As a friend, there is none better. His sense of duty to Pern is, perhaps, part of why he accepted Search in the first place. Because of this, he actually will follow orders and do his chores. At times, he may frustrate those put over him, oscillating between annoying, cocky kid and model candidate.
History:
Rilon is the second son of a man, Galin who had few prospects...a poor cothold and little wealth.
He had a lot of siblings. One other brother, one older sister, and, count them, seven younger siblings, four boys and three girls. His mother was one of those women who could just, well, pop them out...each birth easy.
Rilon would not inherit their meagre holding and the assumption was that he would apprentice to some craft, probably the Beastcraft, and leave. With all those children...they became poorer with each birth. And Rilon did not really want to apprentice. Or farm. He was not sure what he wanted.
He did not have the aptitude for Harper or Healer, or, quite, the smarts for Starcraft. Forcing himself to narrow it down, he was more surprised than he might have been when, two turns ago, the entire family picked up stakes and went South. There, there was land for the taking.
But Rilon did not really want that land. On the other hand, no more did he have to feel that terrible jealousy of his older brother. The two actually began to get on.
Then the greenrider came. Everyone was to line up for Search. Search! Never in his wildest dreams would Rilon have envisioned himself a rider... But he certainly could not turn it down when the dragon picked him and his sister, Margali, out of the line.
Margali, of course, would not be able to come. She was not normal, his sister, most significantly, she had eyesight too poor to be able to aim a flamethrower or catch firestone sacks.
So, when he had packed, he was surprised when the greenrider suddenly stopped and ducked back inside...coming back with Margali.
He would stand for the next dragon clutch. Margali, apparently, had been offered a chance at a wher.
Now he is at southern, with a sister to keep an eye on, and a fascinating new life.
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Player ID: ShadowReine
Character Number: 2
Anyone Recruit You? Phly
Character Info
Name: Rilon
Honorific Preference: R'lon
Rank: Candidate
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Night to his sister's day, few believe Margali and Rilon are kin. His hair is raven black and he wears it collar length, a little longer than some men. His eyes are dark, rich brown, almost the perfect color of good klah, and his complexion holds the rich tan of a young man who spends much time outdoors. He is already almost six feet tall, and likely to finish up a little over that height, but is relatively thin...not scrawny, no, but not a huge man either. His features are a little on the delicate side, not exactly effeminate, but not heavy. His voice is a deep tenor and has already settled.
He prefers to wear dark colors...blacks, dark greys, dark browns.
Personality:[/b
Rilon is one of those guys who stands out from the crowd in ways that are often less than positive. He is sarcastic in his banter, and banter is his primary means of communication. His language is often 'colorful', and he believes that if you're going to insult somebody, why, do it in style. He is also just a little bit, well. Cocky. He is obviously going to Impress bronze. Obviously. He also has the bad tendency to think himself immortal...and to pull crazy stunts at times. Like many with such personality, he always seems to just about get away with it. Just about.
As far as girls are concerned, his watchword is 'plenty'...like as not, he would already be in trouble (or married off) had they not moved to an isolated frontier Hold. The Weyr is, oh, endless opportunity. At least he thinks so. The problem is that if Rilon ever falls, oh, he'll fall hard. And probably for just the wrong girl...he thinks he's meant for one night stands and flights, but he is, if anything, more capable of falling in love than average. Oops.
Rilon's best virtue is his loyalty. As a friend, there is none better. His sense of duty to Pern is, perhaps, part of why he accepted Search in the first place. Because of this, he actually will follow orders and do his chores. At times, he may frustrate those put over him, oscillating between annoying, cocky kid and model candidate.
History:
Rilon is the second son of a man, Galin who had few prospects...a poor cothold and little wealth.
He had a lot of siblings. One other brother, one older sister, and, count them, seven younger siblings, four boys and three girls. His mother was one of those women who could just, well, pop them out...each birth easy.
Rilon would not inherit their meagre holding and the assumption was that he would apprentice to some craft, probably the Beastcraft, and leave. With all those children...they became poorer with each birth. And Rilon did not really want to apprentice. Or farm. He was not sure what he wanted.
He did not have the aptitude for Harper or Healer, or, quite, the smarts for Starcraft. Forcing himself to narrow it down, he was more surprised than he might have been when, two turns ago, the entire family picked up stakes and went South. There, there was land for the taking.
But Rilon did not really want that land. On the other hand, no more did he have to feel that terrible jealousy of his older brother. The two actually began to get on.
Then the greenrider came. Everyone was to line up for Search. Search! Never in his wildest dreams would Rilon have envisioned himself a rider... But he certainly could not turn it down when the dragon picked him and his sister, Margali, out of the line.
Margali, of course, would not be able to come. She was not normal, his sister, most significantly, she had eyesight too poor to be able to aim a flamethrower or catch firestone sacks.
So, when he had packed, he was surprised when the greenrider suddenly stopped and ducked back inside...coming back with Margali.
He would stand for the next dragon clutch. Margali, apparently, had been offered a chance at a wher.
Now he is at southern, with a sister to keep an eye on, and a fascinating new life.
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