Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Aug 16, 2007 21:32:19 GMT -5
Name: Aarin
Age: 19 Turns
Appearance:
Blonde curly hair is always getting in his eyes which are a surprising clear blue only when in the sun. When not in the sun, you can barely distinguish any color, but if you had to guess, you’d usually say a dark brown though there is a hint of blue that you just can’t put your finger on. His nose is very rounded on the tip, but it looks slightly flattened like he’d run into a wall. His lips are a bit pale, though he has a scar on the right side that makes them look slightly lopsided. After receiving such a mar, he learned to stay out of fights. His ears are nondescript, but he keeps them hidden in his hair because he doesn’t like them. There rest of himself, however, he likes to show off; he thinks he’s quite stunning.
His body is skinny, though he is slightly muscled from his heavy work that comes with his wher. You can see a defined set of abs, though some say it’s just because he has almost no fat on his body. He stands at a rather tall height of 5’11”, though, making him more lanky than slight. His skin is not very tan, though if he spent more time in the sun, it would definitely be so. Currently, it’s just a lightly freckled surface, the freckles only appearing on his nose.
His clothing tends to be of the darker sort; blacks, browns, and navy blues. Only on Gather days is he seen in any bright colors. For some reason he just finds the darker hues suitable for day to day wear. He usually wears breeches and a very loose, billowing shirt that he tucks into his pants. He wears knee-high black boots at almost all times, unless he’s in the wher den with his charge, then he goes barefoot. Some say that it’s not very sanitary, but he’s careful. Aarin has always been very careful with getting dirty.
Personality:
Unlike most wherhandlers who are dark and mysterious and prefer the night; before Impression, Aarin was a very sunny sort of person. He still is very talkative and lighthearted, though he is stuck in the nights now with his wher. When he was younger, he was a bit of a troublemaker, but he’s pretty much sorted out now. Though if you cross him and then find that you’ve been pranked within the next sevenday or so, you can pretty much bet that it’s him. Hey, old habits are hard to change. A wherhandler has to have some fun.
Youthful, sometimes he still trouble shouldering the responsibility that his bronze wher demands, but when forced to, he handles it all well. Aarin, unlike many people associated with bronzes, easily recognized when he’s outranked and he submits to them easily. He doesn’t mind not having the lead in most things dealing with the weyr so he usually lets others take care of that. It’s not that he is irresponsible; he’s just a firm believer that if someone else will do it for you and do you it better than you could, then why do it yourself?
He’s typically intelligent, but he has his “blonde moments.” Aarin won’t admit to having such moments, but everyone who knows him well knows about them. They aren’t very frequent, but it happens regularly enough. Usually it’s simply him forgetting a name or ordering something and then leaving, not even remembering that he actually didn’t eat it. People laugh at him to his face; he knows how to take and make a joke as well as being the subject of one.
When it comes to women, Aarin is a smooth talking flirt. He’s up at nights so he might as well occupy himself when the sun goes down. Okay, he’s not that bad, but he’s quite a ladies’ man. He enjoys himself, but he makes no promises and he tries not to lead anyone on. Very rarely does he actually get caught up in a long term relationship, but it’s not unheard of. He just gets restless and that tends to be the end of those.
History:
Before coming to the weyr with his family, Aarin was a simple holderbrat, running around and doing odd jobs in the kitchen. His sister, however, was Searched and, as close-nit as their family was, they went with her to the weyr. Over time, the family grew apart, though, the mother and father constantly fighting and the daughter Standing over and over again and always failing. Finally, they all decided to move back to the place where they had last been happy; hoping that that would bring back the good times again.
Right before they left, though, Aarin heard of a wher hatching. Something just called to him. He’d never been told that he’d be a good candidate for dragons, but part of him hoped that he would be a good enough of a weyrbrat to try and get a wher egg. Apparently, the queen thought so as well, pushing the largest egg towards him. He was surprised, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was the happiest day of his life, well, until the next day.
The egg hatched, revealing a beautiful bronze that wanted to look to only Aarin. The boy didn’t even think twice before making the bloodbond between them, gashing himself a little too much, leaving a nice little scar on his left palm. The wher, however, licked up the blood and then later let his handler know that his name was Aarinsk. But there quickly arose problems.
Aarin’s family was ready to go. Him Impressing to a wher was not going to stop them from moving. The wherling begged and begged for them to stay, but there was nothing that he could do. He couldn’t leave the weyr with his new wher, but they refused to stay. After a very tearful goodbye, they were gone. He resorted to his wherden with Aarinsk for a sevenday or two, avoiding people of every kind. No matter how nice or kind they were, he just couldn’t let himself talk to them. Aarin was too torn up and he didn’t want anyone to worry about that.
And then tragedy struck. He had been hiding in the wherden with his wher, and somehow they were overlooked. The first thing that Aarin remembers when thinking about the event was how all of his wher’s clutchsiblings were all killed; all dead and the wher left without warning. There were only two wherhandlers left; him and the queen wher, Lenarisk. This, surprisingly, drew him out of his depression. Despite the tragedy in the weyr, all he could think about was how everything happened for a reason and that his family was safe because of that. Now he is no longer bitter, though he still has many bad memories, and he’s back to being himself again.
Charge(s): Bronze Wher Aarinsk
Age: 19 Turns
Appearance:
Blonde curly hair is always getting in his eyes which are a surprising clear blue only when in the sun. When not in the sun, you can barely distinguish any color, but if you had to guess, you’d usually say a dark brown though there is a hint of blue that you just can’t put your finger on. His nose is very rounded on the tip, but it looks slightly flattened like he’d run into a wall. His lips are a bit pale, though he has a scar on the right side that makes them look slightly lopsided. After receiving such a mar, he learned to stay out of fights. His ears are nondescript, but he keeps them hidden in his hair because he doesn’t like them. There rest of himself, however, he likes to show off; he thinks he’s quite stunning.
His body is skinny, though he is slightly muscled from his heavy work that comes with his wher. You can see a defined set of abs, though some say it’s just because he has almost no fat on his body. He stands at a rather tall height of 5’11”, though, making him more lanky than slight. His skin is not very tan, though if he spent more time in the sun, it would definitely be so. Currently, it’s just a lightly freckled surface, the freckles only appearing on his nose.
His clothing tends to be of the darker sort; blacks, browns, and navy blues. Only on Gather days is he seen in any bright colors. For some reason he just finds the darker hues suitable for day to day wear. He usually wears breeches and a very loose, billowing shirt that he tucks into his pants. He wears knee-high black boots at almost all times, unless he’s in the wher den with his charge, then he goes barefoot. Some say that it’s not very sanitary, but he’s careful. Aarin has always been very careful with getting dirty.
Personality:
Unlike most wherhandlers who are dark and mysterious and prefer the night; before Impression, Aarin was a very sunny sort of person. He still is very talkative and lighthearted, though he is stuck in the nights now with his wher. When he was younger, he was a bit of a troublemaker, but he’s pretty much sorted out now. Though if you cross him and then find that you’ve been pranked within the next sevenday or so, you can pretty much bet that it’s him. Hey, old habits are hard to change. A wherhandler has to have some fun.
Youthful, sometimes he still trouble shouldering the responsibility that his bronze wher demands, but when forced to, he handles it all well. Aarin, unlike many people associated with bronzes, easily recognized when he’s outranked and he submits to them easily. He doesn’t mind not having the lead in most things dealing with the weyr so he usually lets others take care of that. It’s not that he is irresponsible; he’s just a firm believer that if someone else will do it for you and do you it better than you could, then why do it yourself?
He’s typically intelligent, but he has his “blonde moments.” Aarin won’t admit to having such moments, but everyone who knows him well knows about them. They aren’t very frequent, but it happens regularly enough. Usually it’s simply him forgetting a name or ordering something and then leaving, not even remembering that he actually didn’t eat it. People laugh at him to his face; he knows how to take and make a joke as well as being the subject of one.
When it comes to women, Aarin is a smooth talking flirt. He’s up at nights so he might as well occupy himself when the sun goes down. Okay, he’s not that bad, but he’s quite a ladies’ man. He enjoys himself, but he makes no promises and he tries not to lead anyone on. Very rarely does he actually get caught up in a long term relationship, but it’s not unheard of. He just gets restless and that tends to be the end of those.
History:
Before coming to the weyr with his family, Aarin was a simple holderbrat, running around and doing odd jobs in the kitchen. His sister, however, was Searched and, as close-nit as their family was, they went with her to the weyr. Over time, the family grew apart, though, the mother and father constantly fighting and the daughter Standing over and over again and always failing. Finally, they all decided to move back to the place where they had last been happy; hoping that that would bring back the good times again.
Right before they left, though, Aarin heard of a wher hatching. Something just called to him. He’d never been told that he’d be a good candidate for dragons, but part of him hoped that he would be a good enough of a weyrbrat to try and get a wher egg. Apparently, the queen thought so as well, pushing the largest egg towards him. He was surprised, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was the happiest day of his life, well, until the next day.
The egg hatched, revealing a beautiful bronze that wanted to look to only Aarin. The boy didn’t even think twice before making the bloodbond between them, gashing himself a little too much, leaving a nice little scar on his left palm. The wher, however, licked up the blood and then later let his handler know that his name was Aarinsk. But there quickly arose problems.
Aarin’s family was ready to go. Him Impressing to a wher was not going to stop them from moving. The wherling begged and begged for them to stay, but there was nothing that he could do. He couldn’t leave the weyr with his new wher, but they refused to stay. After a very tearful goodbye, they were gone. He resorted to his wherden with Aarinsk for a sevenday or two, avoiding people of every kind. No matter how nice or kind they were, he just couldn’t let himself talk to them. Aarin was too torn up and he didn’t want anyone to worry about that.
And then tragedy struck. He had been hiding in the wherden with his wher, and somehow they were overlooked. The first thing that Aarin remembers when thinking about the event was how all of his wher’s clutchsiblings were all killed; all dead and the wher left without warning. There were only two wherhandlers left; him and the queen wher, Lenarisk. This, surprisingly, drew him out of his depression. Despite the tragedy in the weyr, all he could think about was how everything happened for a reason and that his family was safe because of that. Now he is no longer bitter, though he still has many bad memories, and he’s back to being himself again.
Charge(s): Bronze Wher Aarinsk
