Post by Ondine on May 8, 2013 2:46:31 GMT -5
Name:
Garund
Gender:
Male
Age:
18 (Summer, Turn 189 of the 10th Interval)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr, (Western Ring Island)
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Garund is a teen who hasn't really begun the process of finding himself yet. While reasonably intelligent, he has a much better grasp of what makes the average person tick, he's just not quite sure what to do with that yet. Garund also has a knack for picking up something new and learning it quickly...but taking quite a long time to truly master it. He knows he likes to work, the very act of it appeals to him, that he's making a difference to someone somewhere gives him the warm and fuzzies, but he doesn't want to simply do anything, nor does he wish to be taken advantage of. Yet he has very little idea of what he enjoys for its own sake, and what he enjoys because it fulfills others.
What he does want is to get out of the Holdless camps, but he's terrified that his past would somehow be found out, and either thrown under suspicion or chased out. He has plenty of fears about what could happen that prevent him from moving, instead feeling the brewing tension that he needs to be out, but unsure of how to get moving. Although most of the men and women in his home are kind, he's afraid to sleep at night, and he longs for the real or imagined security that a Hold or Weyr would bring.
Garund is mostly warm, if sometimes a bit confused by everything that life throws his way. Sudden changes can throw him, especially if they come one after another. Although rarely impacting him in a crisis, he can sometimes be a bit lost about everything in life for days. Since he doesn't really have a solid core he can call himself, he tends to go with the flow, even if he disagrees with it or it makes him uncomfortable. He can also be struck by totally unreasonable fears that hamstring his ability to move forward, unable to determine if his fears actually have a chance of being true.
Appearance:
Garund is respectable 5'7” and of slightly stocky build, weighing some 180 pounds. He's covered with muscles from all of the variously random work that he's done, but he's yet to develop a lot of strength. His arms are also lashed with a few scars from traipsing around in the woods and working. His hair is a dirty blonde, and he tries to keep it cut as short as possible. Garund's eyes are a dirty brown, generally unremarkable even up close. His clothing, as of now, tends to be a little threadbare, only a few months away from wearing out entirely.
Family:
Rundi: Mother, deceased.
Gaed: Father, deceased.
Gedi: Sister, deceased.
Pets:
None.
History:
Gaed and Rundi's exile and tattooing came about after a string of near-deaths and a single death at a minor hold under Frontier Hold. The two were proven to have poisoned the food of some of their neighbors, attempting to assimilate some of their belongings, as well as exacting revenge over a long series of real or imagined slights. The two traveled after being exiled, their faces marked, and found a Holdless conclave on the Southern continent.
There, they had children, Gedi and Garund, one year apart. Gedi was far more adventurous than Garund, and swiftly began to get into trouble with everyone. By contrast, Garund watched people around him before he began to do anything, trying to avoid his parents growing anger at the world. Gaed and Rundi had little but bitterness in their hearts after having been Exiled, and their good sides had never been strong in the first place. Eventually, they were back to their old ways, but this time amongst the Holdless.
This time, they didn't survive. Gedi and Garund were adopted by the Holdless, explaining to the two children that their parents had run away. Truthfully, both of them were a little glad that they would no longer be yelled at, or worse, for the most trivial offenses, but their parent's supposed rejection of them still hurt. As they grew older, they began helping out around the camp with more and more serious tasks, learning how to fish and gather food from the surrounding areas.
When Garund was 11 though, Thread arrived, and his sister never returned to camp that night, having been caught by Threadfall. There were others in camp that he was afraid of, and with no support, he was afraid of what might happen. Now with no family to keep him there, and with the danger of thread looming in the skies overhead, Garund began to travel, using the lack of a mark upon his face to his advantage. But as he slipped in with a trader convoy and made his way to Frontier Hold, he found himself afraid. What if someone had heard about his parents, and decided that he looked enough like them to have followed his parent's path? Or was a spy for them? His worries weren't logical, but even as he lay in bed, under the safety of a stone roof, he couldn't take it. Seeking a place where no one could have possibly heard about his parents, he heard of a new continent that had been founded less than a decade ago.
So he hitched a ride on a boat. He was able to pick up the basic tasks of sailing swiftly enough to be of help on the voyage, and they eventually arrived at Western Hold. But even a new Hold wasn't enough to quell his fears that someone would recognize that he wasn't Holdbred, and come to the conclusion that his parents were Holdless. Hearing rumors of a Holdless conclave on the western ring islands, the kid began watching for any others who might be Holdless. Eventually, he found them, and convinced them to take him back with them, too afraid to be in Western for fear.
There, on the western islands, he at least back in a life that he knew, and among better people than the ones he'd grown up with. So he threw himself into the labor, trying to farm, beating back thread as best as he could with what they had. And as the turns slid by, plague struck. He sickened, but did not die, and he heard rumors about medicine. About the life in the Holds, life that he saw every so often, stealing back to the main continent every so often. The fear remained, but every time, he remembered how it felt to sleep, knowing that there were dragons high overhead to protect him, and stone walls to keep him safe.
Was it worth it? He was unmarked, and as he grew older, the fears began to fade somewhat. By the time he was 16, he found himself facing a decision he was unsure of. Did he abandon this community that he had helped to build for the past four turns, becoming friends with those there, doing his best to work and help out? Or did he stay, fighting against an implacable enemy from the skies, huddled into his bed at night, or unable to sleep, and finding himself talking with those few others who also couldn't rest.
Color Preference
ANY COLOR, yes mauling. I trust in you, great clutchers of Dalibor, to create a good beeb.
Garund
Gender:
Male
Age:
18 (Summer, Turn 189 of the 10th Interval)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr, (Western Ring Island)
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Garund is a teen who hasn't really begun the process of finding himself yet. While reasonably intelligent, he has a much better grasp of what makes the average person tick, he's just not quite sure what to do with that yet. Garund also has a knack for picking up something new and learning it quickly...but taking quite a long time to truly master it. He knows he likes to work, the very act of it appeals to him, that he's making a difference to someone somewhere gives him the warm and fuzzies, but he doesn't want to simply do anything, nor does he wish to be taken advantage of. Yet he has very little idea of what he enjoys for its own sake, and what he enjoys because it fulfills others.
What he does want is to get out of the Holdless camps, but he's terrified that his past would somehow be found out, and either thrown under suspicion or chased out. He has plenty of fears about what could happen that prevent him from moving, instead feeling the brewing tension that he needs to be out, but unsure of how to get moving. Although most of the men and women in his home are kind, he's afraid to sleep at night, and he longs for the real or imagined security that a Hold or Weyr would bring.
Garund is mostly warm, if sometimes a bit confused by everything that life throws his way. Sudden changes can throw him, especially if they come one after another. Although rarely impacting him in a crisis, he can sometimes be a bit lost about everything in life for days. Since he doesn't really have a solid core he can call himself, he tends to go with the flow, even if he disagrees with it or it makes him uncomfortable. He can also be struck by totally unreasonable fears that hamstring his ability to move forward, unable to determine if his fears actually have a chance of being true.
Appearance:
Garund is respectable 5'7” and of slightly stocky build, weighing some 180 pounds. He's covered with muscles from all of the variously random work that he's done, but he's yet to develop a lot of strength. His arms are also lashed with a few scars from traipsing around in the woods and working. His hair is a dirty blonde, and he tries to keep it cut as short as possible. Garund's eyes are a dirty brown, generally unremarkable even up close. His clothing, as of now, tends to be a little threadbare, only a few months away from wearing out entirely.
Family:
Rundi: Mother, deceased.
Gaed: Father, deceased.
Gedi: Sister, deceased.
Pets:
None.
History:
Gaed and Rundi's exile and tattooing came about after a string of near-deaths and a single death at a minor hold under Frontier Hold. The two were proven to have poisoned the food of some of their neighbors, attempting to assimilate some of their belongings, as well as exacting revenge over a long series of real or imagined slights. The two traveled after being exiled, their faces marked, and found a Holdless conclave on the Southern continent.
There, they had children, Gedi and Garund, one year apart. Gedi was far more adventurous than Garund, and swiftly began to get into trouble with everyone. By contrast, Garund watched people around him before he began to do anything, trying to avoid his parents growing anger at the world. Gaed and Rundi had little but bitterness in their hearts after having been Exiled, and their good sides had never been strong in the first place. Eventually, they were back to their old ways, but this time amongst the Holdless.
This time, they didn't survive. Gedi and Garund were adopted by the Holdless, explaining to the two children that their parents had run away. Truthfully, both of them were a little glad that they would no longer be yelled at, or worse, for the most trivial offenses, but their parent's supposed rejection of them still hurt. As they grew older, they began helping out around the camp with more and more serious tasks, learning how to fish and gather food from the surrounding areas.
When Garund was 11 though, Thread arrived, and his sister never returned to camp that night, having been caught by Threadfall. There were others in camp that he was afraid of, and with no support, he was afraid of what might happen. Now with no family to keep him there, and with the danger of thread looming in the skies overhead, Garund began to travel, using the lack of a mark upon his face to his advantage. But as he slipped in with a trader convoy and made his way to Frontier Hold, he found himself afraid. What if someone had heard about his parents, and decided that he looked enough like them to have followed his parent's path? Or was a spy for them? His worries weren't logical, but even as he lay in bed, under the safety of a stone roof, he couldn't take it. Seeking a place where no one could have possibly heard about his parents, he heard of a new continent that had been founded less than a decade ago.
So he hitched a ride on a boat. He was able to pick up the basic tasks of sailing swiftly enough to be of help on the voyage, and they eventually arrived at Western Hold. But even a new Hold wasn't enough to quell his fears that someone would recognize that he wasn't Holdbred, and come to the conclusion that his parents were Holdless. Hearing rumors of a Holdless conclave on the western ring islands, the kid began watching for any others who might be Holdless. Eventually, he found them, and convinced them to take him back with them, too afraid to be in Western for fear.
There, on the western islands, he at least back in a life that he knew, and among better people than the ones he'd grown up with. So he threw himself into the labor, trying to farm, beating back thread as best as he could with what they had. And as the turns slid by, plague struck. He sickened, but did not die, and he heard rumors about medicine. About the life in the Holds, life that he saw every so often, stealing back to the main continent every so often. The fear remained, but every time, he remembered how it felt to sleep, knowing that there were dragons high overhead to protect him, and stone walls to keep him safe.
Was it worth it? He was unmarked, and as he grew older, the fears began to fade somewhat. By the time he was 16, he found himself facing a decision he was unsure of. Did he abandon this community that he had helped to build for the past four turns, becoming friends with those there, doing his best to work and help out? Or did he stay, fighting against an implacable enemy from the skies, huddled into his bed at night, or unable to sleep, and finding himself talking with those few others who also couldn't rest.
Color Preference
ANY COLOR, yes mauling. I trust in you, great clutchers of Dalibor, to create a good beeb.
