Post by blacklight on Jan 18, 2008 21:56:54 GMT -5
Name:
Leorin
Age:
16
Appearance:
Fairly average. He's a little on the tall side, though one wouldn't know from the way he slouches to detract attention. Despite his slacker personality, he looks pretty decent. His dark hair is cropped short, and eyes are a clear green. Even if they are half-closed all the time, they are a distinct color. His skin has turned pale from staying inside, and his frame has thinned out from the same. (I hate appearances)
Personality:
Leorin is a fairly docile boy. Or at least, it seems that way to everyone else. He slinks through life just getting by, doing just enough to live with ease. Just enough to live without needing to think. Because Leo really doesn't like to think. Thinking means knowing and thinking about what happened. Death and sickness were not things that one likes to dwell on often. So he simply exists with as little effort as possible.
And yet, corked up inside is a myriad of emotions and feelings. He doesn't allow them out for fear of what might happen, and for fear of getting hurt. Pain is scary, and he wants to put off dealing with death for as long as possible. But one day...one day he'll be emotional again.
History:
His life was pretty normal. Well, as normal as lives get when born in Noelan Weyr. Leorin had a loving father who did his best to raise his son to be a walking embodiment of himself. Leo grew up a replica of his father, though his fate as a dragonrider was still undecided. His father had been prestigous, had rode a King. And then the mass murder happened, leaving no life untouched. Although Leo survived, his father had not. This left him at a loss as what to do. For most of his life, he had been told what to do, and with no guidance, he lived aimlessly.
He entered himself as a Candidate, but showed up to Hatchings infrequently. Leo found he had no will to drag himself to that Hatching Sands and watch people Impress. What was the point of trying when there was no one to cheer him on? Besides, the Weyrleader was really crabby and he had no desire to see him. Ever. Because he looked like his father.
Even the outbreak of the sickness failed to break into his barrier. Only when he heard of Lykath's recent Flight did he agree to shape up and start acting like a Candidate again.
Companions: None
Dragon Preferences: I never answer this. Just not a Blue. Or Yellow.
Why: I like surprises!
Rule Remark: I don't need it.
Leorin
Age:
16
Appearance:
Fairly average. He's a little on the tall side, though one wouldn't know from the way he slouches to detract attention. Despite his slacker personality, he looks pretty decent. His dark hair is cropped short, and eyes are a clear green. Even if they are half-closed all the time, they are a distinct color. His skin has turned pale from staying inside, and his frame has thinned out from the same. (I hate appearances)
Personality:
Leorin is a fairly docile boy. Or at least, it seems that way to everyone else. He slinks through life just getting by, doing just enough to live with ease. Just enough to live without needing to think. Because Leo really doesn't like to think. Thinking means knowing and thinking about what happened. Death and sickness were not things that one likes to dwell on often. So he simply exists with as little effort as possible.
And yet, corked up inside is a myriad of emotions and feelings. He doesn't allow them out for fear of what might happen, and for fear of getting hurt. Pain is scary, and he wants to put off dealing with death for as long as possible. But one day...one day he'll be emotional again.
History:
His life was pretty normal. Well, as normal as lives get when born in Noelan Weyr. Leorin had a loving father who did his best to raise his son to be a walking embodiment of himself. Leo grew up a replica of his father, though his fate as a dragonrider was still undecided. His father had been prestigous, had rode a King. And then the mass murder happened, leaving no life untouched. Although Leo survived, his father had not. This left him at a loss as what to do. For most of his life, he had been told what to do, and with no guidance, he lived aimlessly.
He entered himself as a Candidate, but showed up to Hatchings infrequently. Leo found he had no will to drag himself to that Hatching Sands and watch people Impress. What was the point of trying when there was no one to cheer him on? Besides, the Weyrleader was really crabby and he had no desire to see him. Ever. Because he looked like his father.
Even the outbreak of the sickness failed to break into his barrier. Only when he heard of Lykath's recent Flight did he agree to shape up and start acting like a Candidate again.
Companions: None
Dragon Preferences: I never answer this. Just not a Blue. Or Yellow.
Why: I like surprises!
Rule Remark: I don't need it.
