Post by A on Aug 20, 2013 13:48:34 GMT -5
Name: Talubara (But call him Tal)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Bisexual, but typically prefers (or claims to prefer, at any rate) females
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Officially dragon, unofficially dual
Personality: Serious, duty-bound, commanding, awkward, shy
Talubara is, first and foremost, an utterly serious young man. He puts his duties before all else, eats plainly, shows little interest in members of either sex even on a purely intellectual level, obeys the rules of Candidacy without question and spends the majority of his spare time running to hone his body or practicing figures to sharpen his mind. He supposes it's a natural result of five turns spent under harsh Candidate regimens, so it is fortunate they suit him so well. He likes the discipline, the sense of direction. Talubara, better known as Tal, is not one for idleness this days and if he does not have a purpose, he will make himself a purpose.
Ambitious and single-minded? Yep, that's Tal in a nutshell. He's slow to make up his mind, choosing to do a few things and do them well rather than scatter himself like a flock of firelizards. He's not whimsical or fun, he's devoted and, alright, maybe more than a little hidebound. He knows his way and he likes his way and by the First shell, he's not changing for you or anyone else. Once he selects a goal, however, Tal will pursue it in the face of all reason. He allows his emotions to rule him so seldom he struggles to find an appropriate balance. Moderation is not a lesson Tal took to well.
The impression he gives off is, quite fittingly, rather confident, in a stoic sort of way. His face rarely betrays extreme emotions, he holds himself straight and walks briskly and confidently. He is concise and dry in his speech, with seemingly little sense of humor to speak of. He's not withdrawn, precisely, and if he sees someone else do someone wrong will not hesitate to point out exactly how they are failing and how he could do it better. Tal wants to be a leader, but, when it comes down to it, has next to no charisma. He's sturdy and disciplined, holding himself to high standards, but sturdy and disciplined will stir the hearts of few men.
While Tal often appears arrogant and can veer into condescension, he isn't quite as uncaring as he seems. He wants people to like him, really, he does, social conversation just makes him nervous and he's prone to putting his foot in his mouth and, worse, he knows he puts his foot in his mouth. So he keeps talk on neutral topics, like duty or chores or the weather. And, while he's on the subject of chores, maybe if he helps someone else out...Maybe then they'll like him and then he won't have to be so nervous around them any more.
Appearance: For a man nearly obsessed with physical health, Tal's appearance is surprisingly ordinary. He's not fat per say, or scrawny, but he's not really muscle-bound either. He looks like what he is, sturdy, and as much of that impression comes from fat as from muscle. For, for all Tal exercises, he also has a weakness for good food in all it's forms, particularly sweet ones. Standing at 5'8, a bit under average, Tal has a wide build and is thick all over. His face is roughly hewn, with a pug nose, large brown eyes and thin lips that only occasionally twitch up into a half smile. His hair, which would grow in a thick curly brown, is cropped short, for practicality's sake.
Tal dresses plainly for the most part and the casual observer could be excused for believing he wore the same (plain brown) shirt every day. He doesn't, he merely has a wardrobe full of nearly identical brown and white shirts and black trousers. They work and they match, so he doesn't see much of a problem with it. He has only one piece of adornment, a simple silver ring worn on his right hand, given to him by his father when he left for Dalibor.
Family:
Father: B'al, bronzerider, Fort Weyr
Mother: Tara, greenrider, Fort Weyr
Siblings: Numerous. He doesn't even bother keeping track of the ones on his father's side any more.
Fostermother: Kelay, creche worker, Fort Weyr
Pets:
Blue (2B4DA0) Cerulean
Loose inspiration: Guildenstern, from Hamlet
Gallant, noble, and utterly devoted, this pillie loves nothing more than being a perfect vassal for a leader he judges to be honorable and good. And that leader is Talubara, whether he likes it or not. Though brave in his own way, this pillie generally prefers to stay out of any real conflict or action, looking to his ‘lord’ to protect him—but he has a deep and abiding love of acting as a messenger, and will likely take ‘messages’ about Talubara and his situation to most anyone nearby if he deems there is a crisis—and he always seems to think there is a crisis. Despite his enjoyment of playing the messenger, he isn’t a very good one, as his messages always seem to come after the crisis has been settled, and no help is needed (if it ever was to begin with).
Mss
Image and description by Kestral
Talubara's relationship with Cerulean is complicated, to say the least. He doesn't particularly care for pillies, in of and themselves, and never particularly wanted one. Cerulean was also, however, the first creature to ever choose Talubara. It will take time for Tal to admit he cares for Cerulean and he will sometimes refer to him as a mutant, degenerate Western freak. But he's TAL'S mutant, degenerate Western freak and if anyone else implies he's anything less than the best pillie on all of Pern...well then there's going to be trouble. He chose Tal and Tal's determined to be a good pillie owner, whether he likes pillies or not. Tal's secretly half-terrified Cerulean's going to up and leave someday and that if he's not good enough for a pillie, how can he hope to Impress a dragon?
Red-{8b0f0f, cb1616} - Rayla
Prickly, that's the first thing that most will encounter with this girl. She is easily irritated and it shows. This Red is blunt. She will say it how she thinks it is. Quick-tempered is another description that can fit this girl. She is not afraid to get in others faces and scream at them if they make her mad. (Ashley Williams)
Image and description by Serah
Talubara is determined to train Rayla. He's seen useful flits and he's seen useless flits and his is going to be one of the useful ones. Of course, with Rayla that's not the easiest task. She fights him every step of the way and it's her way or the highway and if it's not her way, she nips and screeches and hisses. Let's just say Tal's letters to home are more than a bit fabricated...On top of which she seems to have taken up a vendetta against Cerulean. Which is a problem as pillie-eating is not on the Tal-approved list of activities. And to round off matters she doesn't even seem to like Tal all that much. She just dislikes him less than everybody else.
History: Talubara was born at the Fort Weyr in the aftermath of a gold flight to a greenrider and a young bronzerider. It was assumed he too would stand in his time, and he was given a suitably long name to allow for a proper choice of honorific. After his naming, a young Tal was immediately plopped in the creche. He was his father's first son and, for the first three years of his life, B'al doted on him, coming to visit every sevenday, taking him for dragonrides and bringing him exotic gifts from all around Pern. Talubara already knew he wanted to grow up to be just like his dad.
As Tal grew, his father came to visit him less and less, but Tal continued to watch him from afar. He idolized him. Men respected B'al, came running when he called, smiled at him and called him bronzerider. He could travel anywhere on Pern in the blink of an eye and everywhere he went he was hailed as a hero. Even the arrival of thread didn't crush his idealizations, as his da was going out and saving people, just like a Rider from a Harper's song. Tal, meanwhile, was a small lad and not a particularly well-liked one. He wasn't all that smart or that athletic or that musical, he just sort of was. But he was going to be a dragon rider. Because of there was one thing Tal didn't lack, it was determination.
When he turned twelve, Tal entered the Candidate program eagerly, fully expecting to Impress quickly and easily. But it didn't come to pass. Tal waited turns upon turns, watched as his father gradually forgot him entirely, caught up in other flings and children, as his classmates Impressed without him. Eventually, Tal gave up on the prospect of making friends, as it seemed every Candidate he took a shine to Impressed within a few months or turns and grew too absorbed with their dragons for him. He threw himself into his chores, duties and lessons, determined to make himself a suitable candidate...somehow. Nothing seemed to work, however, and Tal was passed over time and again.
Oh, he had close calls, of course he did. There was that one blue that had looked at him for just a moment too long, before going and impressing to a girl of all things. Sure, a blue wasn't a bronze, but it was a DRAGON and to this day Tal can recall the exact pale powder blue of the dragon's hide, the way his eyes turned purple and blue not for Tal, but for a strange girl brought in from the holds. Tal had only been 13 at the time and sometimes he wonders if that was his chance, his one opportunity, the reason he never Impressed.
During these turns, a slow disillusionment set in about Tal's father. Initially, Tal assumed he was simply busy, doing whatever it was bronze riders did, until he started seeing him around more and more, with one kid or another swung up over his shoulders, as Tal had once been. Tal came to realize that his father loved children in the abstract more than he had ever loved him and the realization hurt. Tal's idealization of his father was so deeply engrained, however, he still wanted to be him, minus the kids. He would prove himself worthy, good enough. But dragon after dragon, from the grandest of bronzes to the smallest of whites, continued to pass him by.
On his 18th birthday, he was given an ultimatum. His mother, who had never shown overly much interest in him before, worried that, should he fail to Impress, he would have no choice but to turn to drudgery. So she gave Tal a choice. Either leave Fort, and attempt to Impress at Dalibor, a newer weyr where she hoped the crop of Candidates would be less promising, or take up a craft. It was a bit late for him to apprentice, but she had a contact in the smith hold who might be willing to take him on on a trial basis. Tal wasn't ready to give up on his life's goal, however, and he wasn't about to disobey his mother either (she was his mother after all, besides which she'd threatened to have him declared unfit for Candidacy) so off to Dalibor he went. He's not...happy to be here precisely, as his dream dragon is a FORT bronze, but he supposes a Dalibor bronze will suffice. He can always transfer back in a few turns. Provided he survives the plague that is...and the weather...and the company...How soon can he go home again?
Dragon Preference:
Really, anything goes. Wher, dragon, male, female, whatever works. Something to lighten him up could be fun, but I'd be just as interested in pairing him with another intense personality, so they could build off each other's drive. I may edit these preferences as I write him, as it's a bit hard to tell how he's going to interact when I'm still envisioning him in a vacuum, but for the moment, I'm flexible. Please note his IC desires are not representative of my IC wishes and sometimes not getting what you want is a way of growth. I think I may actually have a slight preference for a wher for this reason, as watching him try to adapt to a Handlers schedule would be entertaining as he's not the most adaptable of people. And mauling is totally a-okay.
Edit to prefs after reading more of other people's: I'd prefer for him not to die. Permanently disabled is okay, so long as he can still function as a rider to some extent. I'd also prefer for him not to age out if possible, but understand that's a risk I'm taking with an older Candidate and if there's no match for him there's no match for him. Thank you for your time and feel free to ask me any questions you may have.
Possible Wher Names: Talusk, Talsk, Talubarsk
Possible Honorifics: T'bar, T'al, B'ara
Feel free to use something else if none of these work but wanted to toss out a few suggestions.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Bisexual, but typically prefers (or claims to prefer, at any rate) females
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Officially dragon, unofficially dual
Personality: Serious, duty-bound, commanding, awkward, shy
Talubara is, first and foremost, an utterly serious young man. He puts his duties before all else, eats plainly, shows little interest in members of either sex even on a purely intellectual level, obeys the rules of Candidacy without question and spends the majority of his spare time running to hone his body or practicing figures to sharpen his mind. He supposes it's a natural result of five turns spent under harsh Candidate regimens, so it is fortunate they suit him so well. He likes the discipline, the sense of direction. Talubara, better known as Tal, is not one for idleness this days and if he does not have a purpose, he will make himself a purpose.
Ambitious and single-minded? Yep, that's Tal in a nutshell. He's slow to make up his mind, choosing to do a few things and do them well rather than scatter himself like a flock of firelizards. He's not whimsical or fun, he's devoted and, alright, maybe more than a little hidebound. He knows his way and he likes his way and by the First shell, he's not changing for you or anyone else. Once he selects a goal, however, Tal will pursue it in the face of all reason. He allows his emotions to rule him so seldom he struggles to find an appropriate balance. Moderation is not a lesson Tal took to well.
The impression he gives off is, quite fittingly, rather confident, in a stoic sort of way. His face rarely betrays extreme emotions, he holds himself straight and walks briskly and confidently. He is concise and dry in his speech, with seemingly little sense of humor to speak of. He's not withdrawn, precisely, and if he sees someone else do someone wrong will not hesitate to point out exactly how they are failing and how he could do it better. Tal wants to be a leader, but, when it comes down to it, has next to no charisma. He's sturdy and disciplined, holding himself to high standards, but sturdy and disciplined will stir the hearts of few men.
While Tal often appears arrogant and can veer into condescension, he isn't quite as uncaring as he seems. He wants people to like him, really, he does, social conversation just makes him nervous and he's prone to putting his foot in his mouth and, worse, he knows he puts his foot in his mouth. So he keeps talk on neutral topics, like duty or chores or the weather. And, while he's on the subject of chores, maybe if he helps someone else out...Maybe then they'll like him and then he won't have to be so nervous around them any more.
Appearance: For a man nearly obsessed with physical health, Tal's appearance is surprisingly ordinary. He's not fat per say, or scrawny, but he's not really muscle-bound either. He looks like what he is, sturdy, and as much of that impression comes from fat as from muscle. For, for all Tal exercises, he also has a weakness for good food in all it's forms, particularly sweet ones. Standing at 5'8, a bit under average, Tal has a wide build and is thick all over. His face is roughly hewn, with a pug nose, large brown eyes and thin lips that only occasionally twitch up into a half smile. His hair, which would grow in a thick curly brown, is cropped short, for practicality's sake.
Tal dresses plainly for the most part and the casual observer could be excused for believing he wore the same (plain brown) shirt every day. He doesn't, he merely has a wardrobe full of nearly identical brown and white shirts and black trousers. They work and they match, so he doesn't see much of a problem with it. He has only one piece of adornment, a simple silver ring worn on his right hand, given to him by his father when he left for Dalibor.
Family:
Father: B'al, bronzerider, Fort Weyr
Mother: Tara, greenrider, Fort Weyr
Siblings: Numerous. He doesn't even bother keeping track of the ones on his father's side any more.
Fostermother: Kelay, creche worker, Fort Weyr
Pets:
Blue (2B4DA0) Cerulean
Loose inspiration: Guildenstern, from Hamlet
Gallant, noble, and utterly devoted, this pillie loves nothing more than being a perfect vassal for a leader he judges to be honorable and good. And that leader is Talubara, whether he likes it or not. Though brave in his own way, this pillie generally prefers to stay out of any real conflict or action, looking to his ‘lord’ to protect him—but he has a deep and abiding love of acting as a messenger, and will likely take ‘messages’ about Talubara and his situation to most anyone nearby if he deems there is a crisis—and he always seems to think there is a crisis. Despite his enjoyment of playing the messenger, he isn’t a very good one, as his messages always seem to come after the crisis has been settled, and no help is needed (if it ever was to begin with).
Mss
Image and description by Kestral
Talubara's relationship with Cerulean is complicated, to say the least. He doesn't particularly care for pillies, in of and themselves, and never particularly wanted one. Cerulean was also, however, the first creature to ever choose Talubara. It will take time for Tal to admit he cares for Cerulean and he will sometimes refer to him as a mutant, degenerate Western freak. But he's TAL'S mutant, degenerate Western freak and if anyone else implies he's anything less than the best pillie on all of Pern...well then there's going to be trouble. He chose Tal and Tal's determined to be a good pillie owner, whether he likes pillies or not. Tal's secretly half-terrified Cerulean's going to up and leave someday and that if he's not good enough for a pillie, how can he hope to Impress a dragon?
Red-{8b0f0f, cb1616} - Rayla
Prickly, that's the first thing that most will encounter with this girl. She is easily irritated and it shows. This Red is blunt. She will say it how she thinks it is. Quick-tempered is another description that can fit this girl. She is not afraid to get in others faces and scream at them if they make her mad. (Ashley Williams)
Image and description by Serah
Talubara is determined to train Rayla. He's seen useful flits and he's seen useless flits and his is going to be one of the useful ones. Of course, with Rayla that's not the easiest task. She fights him every step of the way and it's her way or the highway and if it's not her way, she nips and screeches and hisses. Let's just say Tal's letters to home are more than a bit fabricated...On top of which she seems to have taken up a vendetta against Cerulean. Which is a problem as pillie-eating is not on the Tal-approved list of activities. And to round off matters she doesn't even seem to like Tal all that much. She just dislikes him less than everybody else.
History: Talubara was born at the Fort Weyr in the aftermath of a gold flight to a greenrider and a young bronzerider. It was assumed he too would stand in his time, and he was given a suitably long name to allow for a proper choice of honorific. After his naming, a young Tal was immediately plopped in the creche. He was his father's first son and, for the first three years of his life, B'al doted on him, coming to visit every sevenday, taking him for dragonrides and bringing him exotic gifts from all around Pern. Talubara already knew he wanted to grow up to be just like his dad.
As Tal grew, his father came to visit him less and less, but Tal continued to watch him from afar. He idolized him. Men respected B'al, came running when he called, smiled at him and called him bronzerider. He could travel anywhere on Pern in the blink of an eye and everywhere he went he was hailed as a hero. Even the arrival of thread didn't crush his idealizations, as his da was going out and saving people, just like a Rider from a Harper's song. Tal, meanwhile, was a small lad and not a particularly well-liked one. He wasn't all that smart or that athletic or that musical, he just sort of was. But he was going to be a dragon rider. Because of there was one thing Tal didn't lack, it was determination.
When he turned twelve, Tal entered the Candidate program eagerly, fully expecting to Impress quickly and easily. But it didn't come to pass. Tal waited turns upon turns, watched as his father gradually forgot him entirely, caught up in other flings and children, as his classmates Impressed without him. Eventually, Tal gave up on the prospect of making friends, as it seemed every Candidate he took a shine to Impressed within a few months or turns and grew too absorbed with their dragons for him. He threw himself into his chores, duties and lessons, determined to make himself a suitable candidate...somehow. Nothing seemed to work, however, and Tal was passed over time and again.
Oh, he had close calls, of course he did. There was that one blue that had looked at him for just a moment too long, before going and impressing to a girl of all things. Sure, a blue wasn't a bronze, but it was a DRAGON and to this day Tal can recall the exact pale powder blue of the dragon's hide, the way his eyes turned purple and blue not for Tal, but for a strange girl brought in from the holds. Tal had only been 13 at the time and sometimes he wonders if that was his chance, his one opportunity, the reason he never Impressed.
During these turns, a slow disillusionment set in about Tal's father. Initially, Tal assumed he was simply busy, doing whatever it was bronze riders did, until he started seeing him around more and more, with one kid or another swung up over his shoulders, as Tal had once been. Tal came to realize that his father loved children in the abstract more than he had ever loved him and the realization hurt. Tal's idealization of his father was so deeply engrained, however, he still wanted to be him, minus the kids. He would prove himself worthy, good enough. But dragon after dragon, from the grandest of bronzes to the smallest of whites, continued to pass him by.
On his 18th birthday, he was given an ultimatum. His mother, who had never shown overly much interest in him before, worried that, should he fail to Impress, he would have no choice but to turn to drudgery. So she gave Tal a choice. Either leave Fort, and attempt to Impress at Dalibor, a newer weyr where she hoped the crop of Candidates would be less promising, or take up a craft. It was a bit late for him to apprentice, but she had a contact in the smith hold who might be willing to take him on on a trial basis. Tal wasn't ready to give up on his life's goal, however, and he wasn't about to disobey his mother either (she was his mother after all, besides which she'd threatened to have him declared unfit for Candidacy) so off to Dalibor he went. He's not...happy to be here precisely, as his dream dragon is a FORT bronze, but he supposes a Dalibor bronze will suffice. He can always transfer back in a few turns. Provided he survives the plague that is...and the weather...and the company...How soon can he go home again?
Dragon Preference:
Really, anything goes. Wher, dragon, male, female, whatever works. Something to lighten him up could be fun, but I'd be just as interested in pairing him with another intense personality, so they could build off each other's drive. I may edit these preferences as I write him, as it's a bit hard to tell how he's going to interact when I'm still envisioning him in a vacuum, but for the moment, I'm flexible. Please note his IC desires are not representative of my IC wishes and sometimes not getting what you want is a way of growth. I think I may actually have a slight preference for a wher for this reason, as watching him try to adapt to a Handlers schedule would be entertaining as he's not the most adaptable of people. And mauling is totally a-okay.
Edit to prefs after reading more of other people's: I'd prefer for him not to die. Permanently disabled is okay, so long as he can still function as a rider to some extent. I'd also prefer for him not to age out if possible, but understand that's a risk I'm taking with an older Candidate and if there's no match for him there's no match for him. Thank you for your time and feel free to ask me any questions you may have.
Possible Wher Names: Talusk, Talsk, Talubarsk
Possible Honorifics: T'bar, T'al, B'ara
Feel free to use something else if none of these work but wanted to toss out a few suggestions.
