Post by jack on Apr 6, 2009 23:11:16 GMT -5
Name: T’el, previously Taeln
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual(anything that moves can become a victim)
Location: Holdless
Rank: A previous wing-leader
Personality: T’el is a classic example of a good boy gone bad, and of the destruction that human nature can wreck on a soul. For the longest time he was a sweet young man, a kind fellow with a gentle smile and a charming look in his eye, a generally lovely person who was a pleasure to be around. But the years can change a person, and they changed T’el drastically.
What was a friendly youth with a light laugh and a wink in his eye, is now a cruel shadow of a child with a fierce look and a sharp silver tongue. A wicked fellow, T’el loves little more than utter chaos and disruption. He is obnoxiously sadistic, and has a streak of masochism in him as well. He hates order and dislikes being ordered, but can be controlled so long as his needs and wants are appeased.
A tried and true sociopath, T’el takes what he wants when he wants and regrets nothing, if he even admits to ever doing it. He kills without remorse and without hesitation, and hurts and breaks those he can get his hands on with almost religious dedication.
He is an uncommonly good actor, and can mimick several different accents to a tee, and several more moderately well. His normal voice varies between a smooth, accent-less hum to a drunken slur hinted with an almost southern snarl.
Appearance: T’el is actually a very handsome young man, with gleaming blue eyes and jet-black hair. He has a build worth of a rider, but despite being only about 5’6” in height, has an imposing feel passed down from his father that he often loses in his sneering nature. He has a tendency to slump, and his hair is ruffled up in a messy spike ninety-percent of the time. T’el is also known for sideburns he trims one day and lets grow another week, as well as his five o’clock shadow.
The man has the appearance of a drunkard, a high giggle of a laugh his most infamous greeting and his dark-circled stares his trademark. But although he is fairly fond of his wine, T’el actually rarely gets truly drunk, choosing insteaad to act drunk as though to get away with more.
He has a ridiculously large wardrobe and is a bit of a hoarder, gathering clothing he likes and storing it away in a room he has locked the entrance to with a big skeleton key he keeps on his person at all times.
T’el has a very impressionable skintone, which can be pale as a ghost’s or very dark depending on whether he was indoors or outdoors the most in a week and a half’s time. He cannot keep color in his skin for long—an almost medical condition—but tans very well. Sometimes too well.
When cleaned up T’el looks quite well clipped, with a suave little smirk and entrancing eyes. However, he prefers to keep himself grungy and psycho, the best way to keep his mind off of the way he was and the way his family was.
Break it Down (Jack's new way of describing things, that she's doing because she's pretty sure she's gotten everything one can describe about a person. xD; )
T'el is 5'6" tall and has a lean, but quite muscled, form. He has pitch black hair that is usually messy and dusty and tends to shoot out in every which way. His eyes are a very clear blue, although they often seem fogged over from alcohol despite the fact that he is actually rarely drunk.
T'el wears more clothes than you can blink at, and is constantly adding to his hidden collection. He rarely wears the same thing twice, but when he does, he tends to wear it over...and over...and over...and over...
His skin is naturally very pale, but takes color quickly and well. However, at the same time, it loses color very quickly as well. This makes him quite good at disguising himself, as he can be pale white one week and a deep tan two weeks later. it takes him about three days to go from medium tan to white and vice versa.
T'el also usually has dark circles beneath his eyes and a pair of fuzzy side-burns that he randomly shaves off and lets grow back. He is famous for his five a'clock shadow, which he rarely manages get gone entirely.
He cleans up nice, and can look like an entirely different person after a good long bath and a shave. He will occasionally clean himself up for no reason, but more often than not will lounge about somewhat clean--he has a thing against the feel of grime--but with an unshaven touch.
Family:
Unknown
Pets:
n/a
History: While a whole lot isn’t known about T’el—he likes to keep his past undercover—the Weyr from which he Impressed was able to say a bit. He was born in the North—although the name of the Hold was not recorded—to the Lord Holder stationed there. He had a baby brother and a loving mother, and was clearly happy. His family had been leading for generations, and he was being groomed to follow in that line when he was Searched at ten years old, and impressed an Iron then.
The Iron was named Sjueth, and he and T’el were quite the pair—noble and well-mannered—very much expected to become the next Jr. Weyrleader. But the Lord Holder—whose case has mysteriously gone missing—was reported to have been brutally murdered the very evening that T’el had come along. The man’s guard—a Red wher that had guarded the Weyr from the Holder’s father’s time—had been ripped to shreds…and while publicly it was an animal—supposedly a wild Wher—which had done the damage, the unspoken belief was that T’el himself had done it.
It was about then that T’el left, supposedly fleeing from the long-arm of the law. The lesser known reality was that T’el—outraged that he was under suspicion and furious that the very dragon who had clawed up his beloved Sjueth’s eye, and who had killed his father had escaped—left out of simple hatred for the Weyr that had deserted him.
Dragon Name: Sjueth
Dragon Age: 11 Turns
Dragon Color: Iron
Dragon Length: 47.8’
Dragon Personality: Sjueth was born a very quiet dragon, a noble sort of fellow with his head lifted and his eyes observant and soft. He never raised his voice, and although from a young age he was awful soft-spoken, no one ever missed a word he said.
Despite the horror that twisted and wracked at His's mind, Sjueth has remained very much the same, still never raising his voice and walking with a slow, effortless pace. However, the morals for which he has always stood so strong, have been modified from the rules of the Weyr, to the code-of-honor he has developed in his own mind.
At one time, Sjueth was reluctant to harm anyone or anything--aside from Thread--and even during Flights would maneuver away in order to avoid damaging another dragon. But that reluctance has been cleanly slashed and he now will attack anything and everything if His asks it of him, or if he knows it will be beneficial to himself and His.
Sjueth is still a very kind dragon on the inside, and while he will rise to war with a vicious cry, there is a flicker of warmth clearly shining in his eyes--if only for his Mine.
Dragon Appearance: Fairly light for an Iron--bordering on an almost silvery color, Sjueth has significantly darker stripes at the backs of all fou legs, as well as a dorsal stripe from the tip of his nose to to the tip of his spade-tipped tail. His legs also fade to a darker shade from the shoulder to the claw, but the stripes are still very noticeable.
The spade at the very tip of his tail has a large chip out of it on one side, and three small gold rings hang from the other side--painstakingly worked in at Sjueth's request not long after the pair deserted.
His left eye has a nasty scar--although it is years old it still appears very much fresh and raw despite being fully healed--running from the top of his head to his cheek. The eye is a pearly-white and completely blind, although when he feels an extreme emotion a swirl of the matching color occasionally makes a quick appearance in the very middle of the eye. His right eye is perfectly normal.
There are also a small mine-field of small scars and holes in his wings and less noticeably along his legs and belly, but they seem to neither pain him or hinder him in any way.
Dragon History: He remembers quite well what happened in his life, his stern gaze reaching all and remembering everything. He can look back to the very moment he first spotted His, and the glee and happiness that His showed that day. But he can also look back to that dark night when everything changed…when the evening was so very deep and the rain fell so hard. But even his great memory fogs things up a bit, and the image of the dragon that had been so clear was little more than a blur of color, a big mass with burning red eyes and gleaming claws.
….that is not a pleasant memory and he will not think on it long, his mind wandering away to more important things…
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual(anything that moves can become a victim)
Location: Holdless
Rank: A previous wing-leader
Personality: T’el is a classic example of a good boy gone bad, and of the destruction that human nature can wreck on a soul. For the longest time he was a sweet young man, a kind fellow with a gentle smile and a charming look in his eye, a generally lovely person who was a pleasure to be around. But the years can change a person, and they changed T’el drastically.
What was a friendly youth with a light laugh and a wink in his eye, is now a cruel shadow of a child with a fierce look and a sharp silver tongue. A wicked fellow, T’el loves little more than utter chaos and disruption. He is obnoxiously sadistic, and has a streak of masochism in him as well. He hates order and dislikes being ordered, but can be controlled so long as his needs and wants are appeased.
A tried and true sociopath, T’el takes what he wants when he wants and regrets nothing, if he even admits to ever doing it. He kills without remorse and without hesitation, and hurts and breaks those he can get his hands on with almost religious dedication.
He is an uncommonly good actor, and can mimick several different accents to a tee, and several more moderately well. His normal voice varies between a smooth, accent-less hum to a drunken slur hinted with an almost southern snarl.
Appearance: T’el is actually a very handsome young man, with gleaming blue eyes and jet-black hair. He has a build worth of a rider, but despite being only about 5’6” in height, has an imposing feel passed down from his father that he often loses in his sneering nature. He has a tendency to slump, and his hair is ruffled up in a messy spike ninety-percent of the time. T’el is also known for sideburns he trims one day and lets grow another week, as well as his five o’clock shadow.
The man has the appearance of a drunkard, a high giggle of a laugh his most infamous greeting and his dark-circled stares his trademark. But although he is fairly fond of his wine, T’el actually rarely gets truly drunk, choosing insteaad to act drunk as though to get away with more.
He has a ridiculously large wardrobe and is a bit of a hoarder, gathering clothing he likes and storing it away in a room he has locked the entrance to with a big skeleton key he keeps on his person at all times.
T’el has a very impressionable skintone, which can be pale as a ghost’s or very dark depending on whether he was indoors or outdoors the most in a week and a half’s time. He cannot keep color in his skin for long—an almost medical condition—but tans very well. Sometimes too well.
When cleaned up T’el looks quite well clipped, with a suave little smirk and entrancing eyes. However, he prefers to keep himself grungy and psycho, the best way to keep his mind off of the way he was and the way his family was.
Break it Down (Jack's new way of describing things, that she's doing because she's pretty sure she's gotten everything one can describe about a person. xD; )
T'el is 5'6" tall and has a lean, but quite muscled, form. He has pitch black hair that is usually messy and dusty and tends to shoot out in every which way. His eyes are a very clear blue, although they often seem fogged over from alcohol despite the fact that he is actually rarely drunk.
T'el wears more clothes than you can blink at, and is constantly adding to his hidden collection. He rarely wears the same thing twice, but when he does, he tends to wear it over...and over...and over...and over...
His skin is naturally very pale, but takes color quickly and well. However, at the same time, it loses color very quickly as well. This makes him quite good at disguising himself, as he can be pale white one week and a deep tan two weeks later. it takes him about three days to go from medium tan to white and vice versa.
T'el also usually has dark circles beneath his eyes and a pair of fuzzy side-burns that he randomly shaves off and lets grow back. He is famous for his five a'clock shadow, which he rarely manages get gone entirely.
He cleans up nice, and can look like an entirely different person after a good long bath and a shave. He will occasionally clean himself up for no reason, but more often than not will lounge about somewhat clean--he has a thing against the feel of grime--but with an unshaven touch.
Family:
Unknown
Pets:
n/a
History: While a whole lot isn’t known about T’el—he likes to keep his past undercover—the Weyr from which he Impressed was able to say a bit. He was born in the North—although the name of the Hold was not recorded—to the Lord Holder stationed there. He had a baby brother and a loving mother, and was clearly happy. His family had been leading for generations, and he was being groomed to follow in that line when he was Searched at ten years old, and impressed an Iron then.
The Iron was named Sjueth, and he and T’el were quite the pair—noble and well-mannered—very much expected to become the next Jr. Weyrleader. But the Lord Holder—whose case has mysteriously gone missing—was reported to have been brutally murdered the very evening that T’el had come along. The man’s guard—a Red wher that had guarded the Weyr from the Holder’s father’s time—had been ripped to shreds…and while publicly it was an animal—supposedly a wild Wher—which had done the damage, the unspoken belief was that T’el himself had done it.
It was about then that T’el left, supposedly fleeing from the long-arm of the law. The lesser known reality was that T’el—outraged that he was under suspicion and furious that the very dragon who had clawed up his beloved Sjueth’s eye, and who had killed his father had escaped—left out of simple hatred for the Weyr that had deserted him.
Dragon Name: Sjueth
Dragon Age: 11 Turns
Dragon Color: Iron
Dragon Length: 47.8’
Dragon Personality: Sjueth was born a very quiet dragon, a noble sort of fellow with his head lifted and his eyes observant and soft. He never raised his voice, and although from a young age he was awful soft-spoken, no one ever missed a word he said.
Despite the horror that twisted and wracked at His's mind, Sjueth has remained very much the same, still never raising his voice and walking with a slow, effortless pace. However, the morals for which he has always stood so strong, have been modified from the rules of the Weyr, to the code-of-honor he has developed in his own mind.
At one time, Sjueth was reluctant to harm anyone or anything--aside from Thread--and even during Flights would maneuver away in order to avoid damaging another dragon. But that reluctance has been cleanly slashed and he now will attack anything and everything if His asks it of him, or if he knows it will be beneficial to himself and His.
Sjueth is still a very kind dragon on the inside, and while he will rise to war with a vicious cry, there is a flicker of warmth clearly shining in his eyes--if only for his Mine.
Dragon Appearance: Fairly light for an Iron--bordering on an almost silvery color, Sjueth has significantly darker stripes at the backs of all fou legs, as well as a dorsal stripe from the tip of his nose to to the tip of his spade-tipped tail. His legs also fade to a darker shade from the shoulder to the claw, but the stripes are still very noticeable.
The spade at the very tip of his tail has a large chip out of it on one side, and three small gold rings hang from the other side--painstakingly worked in at Sjueth's request not long after the pair deserted.
His left eye has a nasty scar--although it is years old it still appears very much fresh and raw despite being fully healed--running from the top of his head to his cheek. The eye is a pearly-white and completely blind, although when he feels an extreme emotion a swirl of the matching color occasionally makes a quick appearance in the very middle of the eye. His right eye is perfectly normal.
There are also a small mine-field of small scars and holes in his wings and less noticeably along his legs and belly, but they seem to neither pain him or hinder him in any way.
Dragon History: He remembers quite well what happened in his life, his stern gaze reaching all and remembering everything. He can look back to the very moment he first spotted His, and the glee and happiness that His showed that day. But he can also look back to that dark night when everything changed…when the evening was so very deep and the rain fell so hard. But even his great memory fogs things up a bit, and the image of the dragon that had been so clear was little more than a blur of color, a big mass with burning red eyes and gleaming claws.
….that is not a pleasant memory and he will not think on it long, his mind wandering away to more important things…
