Post by fellis on May 27, 2013 17:28:31 GMT -5
Name:
Diorell (Dio)
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Holdless
Rank:
Holdless/Future dual candidate
Personality:
First of all, Diorell is incredibly cynical and pessimistic. He believes the worst of everyone, and trusts no one. He doesn't think there's much worth celebrating in this world, and he just survives from day to day.
Those at the holdless camp tend to be the "best of the worst," and Diorell is, well...probably the worst of the best. He's mostly hanging around because the camp is relatively prosperous and easy to live in if one chips in. He still has a weakness for gambling just like his father, and more than once he's had a hard time talking himself out of stealing something from one of the other Holdless. And he carries a belt knife for more than just menial tasks. The only vice he's a stranger to is drink; he's never touched a drop, but that's only because of his father.
He hardly had a normal upbringing, and doesn't have much social skills, especially since his morals are pretty confused. Diorell mainly keeps to himself. He's learned to act friendly, but it is rarely genuine. He doesn't make friends easily, considering that he sees everything in a system of balances--if someone helps him, he'll help them back, nothing more. On the flip side, he is also vengeful, and willing to wait a very long time for that vengeance. He holds a mean grudge, and will never forget a slight--even if the slight is pretty minor in someone else's eyes. Above all, he is a survivor, and he thinks that to survive one has to be independent.
Appearance:
Diorell's appearance brings to mind a small, furtive animal. He is small for a man, standing at only 5'3. Spare of build, he doesn't have an ounce of extra fat on him. He has a thin face, with a sharp chin, and his nose has a bump on it from being broken one too many times. His dark brown eyes are always taking in the surroundings--he rarely stops observing what is around him, making judgments on everything. Diorell's hair is dark brown as well. It is medium length and very choppy, considering that he cuts it himself with a knife. His clothes are fairly threadbare--he's Holdless, after all--but he always wears a silver pendant of a feather that his mother gave him when he was young. He also carries a pack of cards in his pocket at all times, and shuffles them whenever he's bored or nervous.
Family:
Father- Liosun
Mother- Mella (he has not spoken to her since leaving the Hold)
Pets:
None
History:
Diorell was born in Bitra, the son of a cook, Mella, and a criminal, Liosun. Mella was certainly far removed from greatness, but she had spirit, and that was what attracted Liosun, one of the most successful gamblers in Bitra. He decided that she would make a good companion, the "Lady" to his empire of crime. They married; she was already pregnant when they did so, and Diorell was born about six months later. He was Liosun's only legitimate child.
Diorell's upbringing was unusual. He never learned right and wrong the way normal Holder children did. He saw crime as a normal part of life. Right from a young age he was already pickpocketing and learning how to cheat at cards. He learned from the best, becoming a sort of minion to his father.
Of course, it all came to an end soon enough. Liosun had taken to drink, and it was making him reckless. He was finally rounded up by the authorities and shunned. Mella begged him to leave Diorell with her, but Liosun refused, taking the boy with him. Liosun did not tell Diorell that his mother wanted him to stay, to prevent the boy from running back to Bitra.
The next few turns were lived in lonely fear, spent almost entirely with his father, save for the few other Shunned that occasionally happened upon them. Any pluckiness the boy possessed was turned to a wary fight for survival, hardening him. Diorell learned to live day by day, not really thinking about the future--he was too angry to give up, but too hopeless to try and do much more. More often than not, he was the one who had to rescue his father from reckless stupidity. For all that he was cunning, Liosun did not know how to take care of himself, and Diorell was the one who learned how to hunt, find food, and so forth. It gave him a self-sufficiency that at least kept him going.
A while ago, Liosun finally drank himself to death. Diorell struck off on his own, feeling curiously remorseless about his father's parting. He thought about returning to Bitra, and was actually headed in that direction when he changed his mind. After so much time away, nothing would be the same, and he had lingering fears that his mother would no longer want him. He turned back and remained at Western. Eventually he came across the western ring island band of holdless and joined up with them. Being with people was different, and he was not planning to stay long, just enough to get his footing again.
Dragon Preference:
Any color/gender, fine with mauling. I'm pretty flexible!
Diorell (Dio)
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Holdless
Rank:
Holdless/Future dual candidate
Personality:
First of all, Diorell is incredibly cynical and pessimistic. He believes the worst of everyone, and trusts no one. He doesn't think there's much worth celebrating in this world, and he just survives from day to day.
Those at the holdless camp tend to be the "best of the worst," and Diorell is, well...probably the worst of the best. He's mostly hanging around because the camp is relatively prosperous and easy to live in if one chips in. He still has a weakness for gambling just like his father, and more than once he's had a hard time talking himself out of stealing something from one of the other Holdless. And he carries a belt knife for more than just menial tasks. The only vice he's a stranger to is drink; he's never touched a drop, but that's only because of his father.
He hardly had a normal upbringing, and doesn't have much social skills, especially since his morals are pretty confused. Diorell mainly keeps to himself. He's learned to act friendly, but it is rarely genuine. He doesn't make friends easily, considering that he sees everything in a system of balances--if someone helps him, he'll help them back, nothing more. On the flip side, he is also vengeful, and willing to wait a very long time for that vengeance. He holds a mean grudge, and will never forget a slight--even if the slight is pretty minor in someone else's eyes. Above all, he is a survivor, and he thinks that to survive one has to be independent.
Appearance:
Diorell's appearance brings to mind a small, furtive animal. He is small for a man, standing at only 5'3. Spare of build, he doesn't have an ounce of extra fat on him. He has a thin face, with a sharp chin, and his nose has a bump on it from being broken one too many times. His dark brown eyes are always taking in the surroundings--he rarely stops observing what is around him, making judgments on everything. Diorell's hair is dark brown as well. It is medium length and very choppy, considering that he cuts it himself with a knife. His clothes are fairly threadbare--he's Holdless, after all--but he always wears a silver pendant of a feather that his mother gave him when he was young. He also carries a pack of cards in his pocket at all times, and shuffles them whenever he's bored or nervous.
Family:
Father- Liosun
Mother- Mella (he has not spoken to her since leaving the Hold)
Pets:
None
History:
Diorell was born in Bitra, the son of a cook, Mella, and a criminal, Liosun. Mella was certainly far removed from greatness, but she had spirit, and that was what attracted Liosun, one of the most successful gamblers in Bitra. He decided that she would make a good companion, the "Lady" to his empire of crime. They married; she was already pregnant when they did so, and Diorell was born about six months later. He was Liosun's only legitimate child.
Diorell's upbringing was unusual. He never learned right and wrong the way normal Holder children did. He saw crime as a normal part of life. Right from a young age he was already pickpocketing and learning how to cheat at cards. He learned from the best, becoming a sort of minion to his father.
Of course, it all came to an end soon enough. Liosun had taken to drink, and it was making him reckless. He was finally rounded up by the authorities and shunned. Mella begged him to leave Diorell with her, but Liosun refused, taking the boy with him. Liosun did not tell Diorell that his mother wanted him to stay, to prevent the boy from running back to Bitra.
The next few turns were lived in lonely fear, spent almost entirely with his father, save for the few other Shunned that occasionally happened upon them. Any pluckiness the boy possessed was turned to a wary fight for survival, hardening him. Diorell learned to live day by day, not really thinking about the future--he was too angry to give up, but too hopeless to try and do much more. More often than not, he was the one who had to rescue his father from reckless stupidity. For all that he was cunning, Liosun did not know how to take care of himself, and Diorell was the one who learned how to hunt, find food, and so forth. It gave him a self-sufficiency that at least kept him going.
A while ago, Liosun finally drank himself to death. Diorell struck off on his own, feeling curiously remorseless about his father's parting. He thought about returning to Bitra, and was actually headed in that direction when he changed his mind. After so much time away, nothing would be the same, and he had lingering fears that his mother would no longer want him. He turned back and remained at Western. Eventually he came across the western ring island band of holdless and joined up with them. Being with people was different, and he was not planning to stay long, just enough to get his footing again.
Dragon Preference:
Any color/gender, fine with mauling. I'm pretty flexible!
