Post by arratra on Apr 14, 2009 6:47:47 GMT -5
Name:
Arratra Smith
Gender:
male
Age:
16
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Used to be a rover; was the child of a Trader couple. That held true even after he was searched; he was bounced from Weyr to Weyr with alarming regularity. He's found a semi-permanent home at Dalibor Weyr, however.
Rank:
A candidate; knows a little of jewelcrafting, however, as a hobby.
Personality:
A short-tempered, sometimes paradoxical young man. Once described as a male Red (nobody's entirely sure why he was compared to a dragon); his hot temper has gotten him into a multitude of shouting matches and a few fistfights. He has both little patience and seemingly infinte patience; when forced to wait for someone he quickly becomes bored and annoyed, but when performing a task, his patience seems endless. He is very persistent, sticking to a task or hobby until whatever he is doing is complete. He becomes annoyed if pulled away from his previous activity, and gets particularly bent out of shape if it's a chore that he's doing. He is kindly and holds to his morals strictly. He has a light sense of humour, but can't make sense of dirty or dark jokes. Is very spontaneous, doing things completely on a whim, as long as they do not conflict with his moral code. He is brutally honest (he's such a bad liar that he simply won't try), and can be very stubborn once he's set his mind to something. Takes moving stoically; he's used to it, after all, and takes things he can't change in a similar way, never raging against the world. Rarely says more than what is needed, and is often found with his head buried in a book. Almost never minces his words. Despite this, however, he has a surprising amount of tact.
Appearance:
A moderately tall, rangy young man with pale skin and tight, curly hair of a dark brown colour sometimes likened to wood. His liquid, but deep-set eyes are dark brown, with small flecks of even darker blue. He tends to hide his high forehead with his hair. He has a claw scar from a mauling by a hatchling over his right eye, and his neck also bears a scar from the same incident. he likes dark clothing, but reserves black for funerals or for when he is actually mourning; the result is, though, that he often wears dark shades of grey. Pulls back a section of the hair at the back of his head into a small tail.
Family:
Father: Arraten - 38 turns - current situation unknown
Mother: Matra - 42 turns - current situation unknown
Sister: Mimi - 14 turns - Searched; currently at Inland Weyr.
Brother: Matren - 12 turns - somehow found his way to Dalibor Weyr. Has become an apprentice Smithcrafter.
Pets:
Margras, blue Fire Lizard
Margras: A blue fire lizard the colour of the sea's deep waters; a very deep, rich blue that tends to remind his owner strongly of the sea voyage when he was seven, although in pleasant ways. Mischievous, with a great liking for shiny or glowing objects, Margras will often play with or hide Arratra's possessions, and sometimes, although rarely, those of others, much to his owner's chagrin. He will often pick up and play with glows. He has a tendency to land on Arratra's head, for unknown reasons, and also tends to inadvertently place his tail right in front of Arratra's eyes. Receiving a glow from Margras is a great mark of his respect, liking, or sympathy, although he does become a little put out when the glow dies.
History:
Arratra was born to a Trader couple in Fort Hold. He spent the first seven years of his live travelling with his family on the continent of his birth; he saw the various places of the Northern Continent until his parents' boss sent them South. Here he was able to see the tropics, although he didn't like the sun that much. Or the heat. It was on his fourteenth birthday that he was discovered on Search, to the complete surprise of his parents. He spent the next two years bouncing between Weyrs; this wasn't too much of a change from what he had been doing previously. He first ended up in Bay, then Southern, Inland, Frontier, Eastern, Benden, Fort, Telgar, Igen, Ista, Dalibor, and High Reaches. In short, every Weyr on Pern took him for a while, and after he stood, passed him on like a hot potato. But for some reason, he kept being sent back to Dalibor. After a while he figured out why; he had the space he needed there, and his hot temper didn't explode nearly as often as in any other Weyr. Now he has returned; by now he has come to think of Dalibor as a home of sorts.
Dragon Preference:
Iron would be best, but any colour except red would do. Iron would balance Arratra's fire and spontaneity, and increase his ability to plan what he's doing and act on it. Red would be a complete disaster; no temper and short temper are an extremely volatile mix, and Arratra has little patience with a demanding person or dragon. I don't mind if he gets mauled during a hatching, but in his history it's happened before, and he'll be a little more wary now.
Arratra Smith
Gender:
male
Age:
16
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Used to be a rover; was the child of a Trader couple. That held true even after he was searched; he was bounced from Weyr to Weyr with alarming regularity. He's found a semi-permanent home at Dalibor Weyr, however.
Rank:
A candidate; knows a little of jewelcrafting, however, as a hobby.
Personality:
A short-tempered, sometimes paradoxical young man. Once described as a male Red (nobody's entirely sure why he was compared to a dragon); his hot temper has gotten him into a multitude of shouting matches and a few fistfights. He has both little patience and seemingly infinte patience; when forced to wait for someone he quickly becomes bored and annoyed, but when performing a task, his patience seems endless. He is very persistent, sticking to a task or hobby until whatever he is doing is complete. He becomes annoyed if pulled away from his previous activity, and gets particularly bent out of shape if it's a chore that he's doing. He is kindly and holds to his morals strictly. He has a light sense of humour, but can't make sense of dirty or dark jokes. Is very spontaneous, doing things completely on a whim, as long as they do not conflict with his moral code. He is brutally honest (he's such a bad liar that he simply won't try), and can be very stubborn once he's set his mind to something. Takes moving stoically; he's used to it, after all, and takes things he can't change in a similar way, never raging against the world. Rarely says more than what is needed, and is often found with his head buried in a book. Almost never minces his words. Despite this, however, he has a surprising amount of tact.
Appearance:
A moderately tall, rangy young man with pale skin and tight, curly hair of a dark brown colour sometimes likened to wood. His liquid, but deep-set eyes are dark brown, with small flecks of even darker blue. He tends to hide his high forehead with his hair. He has a claw scar from a mauling by a hatchling over his right eye, and his neck also bears a scar from the same incident. he likes dark clothing, but reserves black for funerals or for when he is actually mourning; the result is, though, that he often wears dark shades of grey. Pulls back a section of the hair at the back of his head into a small tail.
Family:
Father: Arraten - 38 turns - current situation unknown
Mother: Matra - 42 turns - current situation unknown
Sister: Mimi - 14 turns - Searched; currently at Inland Weyr.
Brother: Matren - 12 turns - somehow found his way to Dalibor Weyr. Has become an apprentice Smithcrafter.
Pets:
Margras, blue Fire Lizard
Margras: A blue fire lizard the colour of the sea's deep waters; a very deep, rich blue that tends to remind his owner strongly of the sea voyage when he was seven, although in pleasant ways. Mischievous, with a great liking for shiny or glowing objects, Margras will often play with or hide Arratra's possessions, and sometimes, although rarely, those of others, much to his owner's chagrin. He will often pick up and play with glows. He has a tendency to land on Arratra's head, for unknown reasons, and also tends to inadvertently place his tail right in front of Arratra's eyes. Receiving a glow from Margras is a great mark of his respect, liking, or sympathy, although he does become a little put out when the glow dies.
History:
Arratra was born to a Trader couple in Fort Hold. He spent the first seven years of his live travelling with his family on the continent of his birth; he saw the various places of the Northern Continent until his parents' boss sent them South. Here he was able to see the tropics, although he didn't like the sun that much. Or the heat. It was on his fourteenth birthday that he was discovered on Search, to the complete surprise of his parents. He spent the next two years bouncing between Weyrs; this wasn't too much of a change from what he had been doing previously. He first ended up in Bay, then Southern, Inland, Frontier, Eastern, Benden, Fort, Telgar, Igen, Ista, Dalibor, and High Reaches. In short, every Weyr on Pern took him for a while, and after he stood, passed him on like a hot potato. But for some reason, he kept being sent back to Dalibor. After a while he figured out why; he had the space he needed there, and his hot temper didn't explode nearly as often as in any other Weyr. Now he has returned; by now he has come to think of Dalibor as a home of sorts.
Dragon Preference:
Iron would be best, but any colour except red would do. Iron would balance Arratra's fire and spontaneity, and increase his ability to plan what he's doing and act on it. Red would be a complete disaster; no temper and short temper are an extremely volatile mix, and Arratra has little patience with a demanding person or dragon. I don't mind if he gets mauled during a hatching, but in his history it's happened before, and he'll be a little more wary now.
