Post by wirevix on Feb 24, 2009 3:16:17 GMT -5
Name:
Alalbar
Gender:
Female-to-Male transgendered. Physically female, mentally male.
Age:
16 turns.
Sexuality:
Homosexual (likes guys)
Location:
Western Hold (pre-search)
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Alalbar is a bit chaotic. His problems with his family have led to a general difficulty in accepting authority figures; while he may not outright refuse to cooperate to someone's face, he is likely to do things behind their back that he knows would displease them, just to show his defiance. He has a hard time respecting anyone, especially anyone who doesn't quickly understand his choices in life. Ironically, he can be very judgmental of others, because he perceives them as being judgmental of him.
His defensiveness leads him to seeming very disagreeable as a person. Anyone who mistakenly calls him "she"--not an uncommon occurrence, given his understandably feminine looks--will be quickly and angrily corrected, and he will not soon forget their mistake. If it happens twice he is unlikely to forgive them for quite some time. He grows defensive over other things as a side-effect of constantly feeling misunderstood; he is over-eager to justify every action, aggressively asserting his reasons even when they were not necessarily in question.
But beneath his prickly exterior, there is a more bruised and depressed interior. Not knowing his true father, but being aware that it is not the man that his mother lives with now, combined with his gender identity and his self-imposed withdrawal from others, leaves him a rather lonely and miserable person inside. However, he does not really know how to let go of his defensive protection and accept someone else.
Appearance:
Unfortunately for Alalbar, he looks like the woman that he was born as. He is about five-foot-one and built delicately, a slender frame with small hands and feet. His frequent exercise in the form of wandering and causing trouble have made him fit, but only with the sleek musculature of a dancer, graceful and agile.
He keeps his chest bound flat as much as he can, thankful that he is quite small-chested. However, his hips often betray him and confuse people he meets, as they have a definite feminine shape. It causes him no end of frustration.
His skin is well tanned from his many hours out in the sun, his hair a soft, warm brown in color. It would grow into looping ringlets and curls if he were to let it grow, but he consistently keeps it cut very short, annoyed with it when it starts to grow out. His eyes are a much deeper brown, rich and soft. His face is round, a touch dominated by his expressive mouth, which is often screwed up in either frustration or focus.
He bears small scars and marks all across his skin from his many hours of foolery; the only truly noticeable one is a scar from shin to knee on his left leg, from when he slipped and took a tumble, tearing his leg open on a jagged rock surface on the way.
Family:
Real Father - Alasst, trader.
Mother - Beallir, journeyman weaver.
Known Father - Tibirlyn
Half-brother - Barlyn.
Pets:
Firelizard:
Name: Shobie
Color: Purple 7D1B7E
Personality:
A charmer and a prankster, Shobie loves having a good time and getting away with it. Delighting in laughter and silliness, he cannot tell jokes but he will play tricks to entertain. He doesn't mind being the clown himself either.
His quick thinking, by firelizard standards, allows him to set up a few traps that are sometimes nearing rube goldberg proportions, although ones that complicated tend to go gloriously wrong in the most amazing of ways. It still tends to be amusing, so he doesn't mind.
When it comes to the ladies, well, then Shobie does his best to put his charming paw forward. He's surprisingly more awkward about that then his clownish antics, sometimes coming across as shy or even coy. His tendency to drop his attempts and skitter off, only to turn his eye on another female later, certainly fits the fickle attitude known for Purples.
Appearance:
Wiry and leggy, Shobie has a bouncy sort of gait when he walks, springing about here and there with a bright sort of energy. He is a slightly large Purple, nothing dramatic, just a bit more tail and neck than average.
His long legs and his hopping gait make him more apt to run about on paw than some firelizards, as he clearly enjoys looking amusing with how he springs from place to place. His delicate-looking wings are perfectly adept, however, and in flight he is far more graceful and less silly.
His hide is a brilliant shade of orchid-purple, glossy and bright, flashy. Darker plum-purple streaks his wings, tail, and underbelly in wavering stripes, and a paler lavender-ish shade forms small crescents over his eyes like comical brows.
History:
As a young woman, Beallir had been quite determined to work long and hard to become a master weaver, diligent in her craft. However, that was before a young man named Alasst came by the Hall, bearing supplies and a roguish smile that captured her heart instantly. As much as she tried to hold onto her dream, she was too distracted by this charming young wanderer, and ultimately wound up leaving the Hall with him, joining him in his travels.
She was besotted with him, and for a time, it seemed he was quite fond of her. He treated her well and they grew close as they traveled. Beallir was certain she would spend the rest of her life with him, but things took a different turn. As they approached Tillek Hold, Beallir came to a conclusion--thanks to their closeness on their journey, she was pregnant.
Alasst did not react as positively as she had hoped. Rather than rejoice, he became reluctant to speak with her day to day. When they finally reached Tillek Hold, Alasst strongly suggested that Beallir remain there and not trouble him with the child he did not want. Beallir, depressed and regretting ever leaving the Weaver Hall, did her best to fit into the Hold, using her knowledge of Weaving to the best of her ability to make a living there.
Her daughter was born in the gray light of a very early morning. With a sense of bitterness, she named the girl Alalbea. But time went on, and old wounds healed. When Alalbea was two turns old, Beallir met Tibirlyn, a baker with whom she settled down comfortably.
Alalbea, however, was far from settled. She was a bit of a wild child, always running to and fro about on the streets, getting into trouble, getting filthy, and refusing to do her chores. She did not get along with her new father, who thought she should be a proper little lady--as she grew older, that came to be the thing she despised the most.
Her mother having a second child only further distanced her from her family. Five turns old at the time, she was angry and jealous and couldn't understand why. When the child was born a boy, then she only felt more angry over the entire event.
By the time she was ten turns old, she was refusing to be called a girl at all. She would not answer to her name, instead only responding to "Alalbar," which she felt was more fitting--less like her oh-so-feminine mother's name. At thirteen turns, Alalber finally fully identified with being a male--right in time for puberty to make him despise his body.
When Alalbar was fifteen turns old, word came to them of the new Western Hold. Despite Beallir's misgivings about travel, Tibirlyn thought it would be a good thing--a new place, a new purpose, a small sense of adventure. And so all together they traveled to Western Hold, taking up a small place there.
Alalbar continued with his defiant antics, often staying outside the Hold proper, wandering the landscape and searching for interesting things to occupy his time. At seventeen turns, that is where he spent the most of his time--at least until a rather fateful encounter...
Dragon Preference:
A color which could Impress to either gender would make sense considering his situation, but... the more surprising, the better, so let's just see what happens!
Alalbar
Gender:
Female-to-Male transgendered. Physically female, mentally male.
Age:
16 turns.
Sexuality:
Homosexual (likes guys)
Location:
Western Hold (pre-search)
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Alalbar is a bit chaotic. His problems with his family have led to a general difficulty in accepting authority figures; while he may not outright refuse to cooperate to someone's face, he is likely to do things behind their back that he knows would displease them, just to show his defiance. He has a hard time respecting anyone, especially anyone who doesn't quickly understand his choices in life. Ironically, he can be very judgmental of others, because he perceives them as being judgmental of him.
His defensiveness leads him to seeming very disagreeable as a person. Anyone who mistakenly calls him "she"--not an uncommon occurrence, given his understandably feminine looks--will be quickly and angrily corrected, and he will not soon forget their mistake. If it happens twice he is unlikely to forgive them for quite some time. He grows defensive over other things as a side-effect of constantly feeling misunderstood; he is over-eager to justify every action, aggressively asserting his reasons even when they were not necessarily in question.
But beneath his prickly exterior, there is a more bruised and depressed interior. Not knowing his true father, but being aware that it is not the man that his mother lives with now, combined with his gender identity and his self-imposed withdrawal from others, leaves him a rather lonely and miserable person inside. However, he does not really know how to let go of his defensive protection and accept someone else.
Appearance:
Unfortunately for Alalbar, he looks like the woman that he was born as. He is about five-foot-one and built delicately, a slender frame with small hands and feet. His frequent exercise in the form of wandering and causing trouble have made him fit, but only with the sleek musculature of a dancer, graceful and agile.
He keeps his chest bound flat as much as he can, thankful that he is quite small-chested. However, his hips often betray him and confuse people he meets, as they have a definite feminine shape. It causes him no end of frustration.
His skin is well tanned from his many hours out in the sun, his hair a soft, warm brown in color. It would grow into looping ringlets and curls if he were to let it grow, but he consistently keeps it cut very short, annoyed with it when it starts to grow out. His eyes are a much deeper brown, rich and soft. His face is round, a touch dominated by his expressive mouth, which is often screwed up in either frustration or focus.
He bears small scars and marks all across his skin from his many hours of foolery; the only truly noticeable one is a scar from shin to knee on his left leg, from when he slipped and took a tumble, tearing his leg open on a jagged rock surface on the way.
Family:
Real Father - Alasst, trader.
Mother - Beallir, journeyman weaver.
Known Father - Tibirlyn
Half-brother - Barlyn.
Pets:
Firelizard:
Name: Shobie
Color: Purple 7D1B7E
Personality:
A charmer and a prankster, Shobie loves having a good time and getting away with it. Delighting in laughter and silliness, he cannot tell jokes but he will play tricks to entertain. He doesn't mind being the clown himself either.
His quick thinking, by firelizard standards, allows him to set up a few traps that are sometimes nearing rube goldberg proportions, although ones that complicated tend to go gloriously wrong in the most amazing of ways. It still tends to be amusing, so he doesn't mind.
When it comes to the ladies, well, then Shobie does his best to put his charming paw forward. He's surprisingly more awkward about that then his clownish antics, sometimes coming across as shy or even coy. His tendency to drop his attempts and skitter off, only to turn his eye on another female later, certainly fits the fickle attitude known for Purples.
Appearance:
Wiry and leggy, Shobie has a bouncy sort of gait when he walks, springing about here and there with a bright sort of energy. He is a slightly large Purple, nothing dramatic, just a bit more tail and neck than average.
His long legs and his hopping gait make him more apt to run about on paw than some firelizards, as he clearly enjoys looking amusing with how he springs from place to place. His delicate-looking wings are perfectly adept, however, and in flight he is far more graceful and less silly.
His hide is a brilliant shade of orchid-purple, glossy and bright, flashy. Darker plum-purple streaks his wings, tail, and underbelly in wavering stripes, and a paler lavender-ish shade forms small crescents over his eyes like comical brows.
History:
As a young woman, Beallir had been quite determined to work long and hard to become a master weaver, diligent in her craft. However, that was before a young man named Alasst came by the Hall, bearing supplies and a roguish smile that captured her heart instantly. As much as she tried to hold onto her dream, she was too distracted by this charming young wanderer, and ultimately wound up leaving the Hall with him, joining him in his travels.
She was besotted with him, and for a time, it seemed he was quite fond of her. He treated her well and they grew close as they traveled. Beallir was certain she would spend the rest of her life with him, but things took a different turn. As they approached Tillek Hold, Beallir came to a conclusion--thanks to their closeness on their journey, she was pregnant.
Alasst did not react as positively as she had hoped. Rather than rejoice, he became reluctant to speak with her day to day. When they finally reached Tillek Hold, Alasst strongly suggested that Beallir remain there and not trouble him with the child he did not want. Beallir, depressed and regretting ever leaving the Weaver Hall, did her best to fit into the Hold, using her knowledge of Weaving to the best of her ability to make a living there.
Her daughter was born in the gray light of a very early morning. With a sense of bitterness, she named the girl Alalbea. But time went on, and old wounds healed. When Alalbea was two turns old, Beallir met Tibirlyn, a baker with whom she settled down comfortably.
Alalbea, however, was far from settled. She was a bit of a wild child, always running to and fro about on the streets, getting into trouble, getting filthy, and refusing to do her chores. She did not get along with her new father, who thought she should be a proper little lady--as she grew older, that came to be the thing she despised the most.
Her mother having a second child only further distanced her from her family. Five turns old at the time, she was angry and jealous and couldn't understand why. When the child was born a boy, then she only felt more angry over the entire event.
By the time she was ten turns old, she was refusing to be called a girl at all. She would not answer to her name, instead only responding to "Alalbar," which she felt was more fitting--less like her oh-so-feminine mother's name. At thirteen turns, Alalber finally fully identified with being a male--right in time for puberty to make him despise his body.
When Alalbar was fifteen turns old, word came to them of the new Western Hold. Despite Beallir's misgivings about travel, Tibirlyn thought it would be a good thing--a new place, a new purpose, a small sense of adventure. And so all together they traveled to Western Hold, taking up a small place there.
Alalbar continued with his defiant antics, often staying outside the Hold proper, wandering the landscape and searching for interesting things to occupy his time. At seventeen turns, that is where he spent the most of his time--at least until a rather fateful encounter...
Dragon Preference:
A color which could Impress to either gender would make sense considering his situation, but... the more surprising, the better, so let's just see what happens!
