Post by timidity on Jan 20, 2011 2:56:28 GMT -5
Basiril
Name: Basiril
Age: Twenty-five
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No, but possibly should be.
Crime: None that he will admit to.
Craft/Rank: Woodcraft, Journeyman
Appearance: Bas is the thinner of the brothers. Standing at six feet one inch, he still has to look up to his brother slightly, a fact that he tends to get irritated by. His body is wiry, he has a leaner muscle mass than his brother and never bulked out as physically well as A’rin did. He also is quite paler, though he worked out in the sun more than his brother, the rays never seemed to stick to him. All in all, this leaves Bas looking somewhere between healthy and ill.
His hair is pitch black in shade and kept rather shaggy. It tends to stay naturally clean, his body never producing too many oils that it needs to be washed regularly. He also tends to just let it fall where it does when he wakes up. Like his brother, he tends to let his stubble get a bit on the scruffy side, a simple lack of caring to look his best. His eyes are far more intimating than his brother’s, a black shade, he tends to watch people without blinking, which can make him look rather creepy.
Bas can be quite cruel with the way he moves and looks. He has a smile that rarely meets his eyes, and a sneer that can minimize anyone’s ego. Not to mention his angry face has his heated glare that easily alerts anyone to the fact that death may come for them more swiftly than they were hoping for.
Personality: Basiril has a rather twisted perception of life. People were made for his enjoyment, or possibly the enjoyment of his brother, the only individual that he truly cares about. He takes a considerable amount of enjoyment by ruining the lives of others, in any way that he can find. No one else matters to him, except Avarin, who is perhaps the one person keeping him somewhat sane. He certainly takes pleasure in the pain of others, however, if anything or anyone even tried to cause pain to his beloved brother, they would find themselves swiftly overdosed with Dust or lacking some important appendage when they awoke.
Bas will never be the kind to join a relationship with. He hates family units, despises children, and only truly loves one individual, though he knows that a relationship with said individual is highly unlikely. Will he be seen with you? No reason not to be seen together. Will he sleep with you? Why not. Will he make a family with you and settle down? He would rather dope you up and dump you outside the fence, just so he can claim you were trying to escape. If you are simply looking for sex and nothing else, feel free to ask him. With his immense apathy, he will gladly sleep with any individual who asks, though he’s usually not the gentle kind.
If nothing else can be said for Bas, it’s that he has an immense amount of determination and patience. He’s as stubborn as a wild wherry when he sets his mind to something and is cunning enough to work at it as slowly as necessary until he gets it. This is the main reason he is still Standing for a dragon, since he has picked up the fantasy of having to spend every waking moment of every day with his brother, under his brother’s command.
Though he sees only use out of other people, he will have ‘favorites’. These are the people who don’t piss him off, and who don’t get near Av. He is crooked enough to not think anything of supplying his prisoners with their desires if they have the proper payment, and cruel enough to punish individuals for simply getting in the way of his plans. He enjoys the position of power he holds over the prisoners, but doesn’t mind being under the ‘control’ of the Warden and Guardmaster either, so long as they do not try to further separate him from A’rin.
History: Basiril was the second born son to a hard working beastcraft family. Children were the goal to help with the small farm, his mother attempting to keep them all fed with her knowledge of farming learned from her own family before she broke off the tradition and became a beastcrafter. The first born was Avarin who was already four turns old. Between the two sons had been a daughter named Arison, but she died at a young age from illness. Basiril reminded his parents more of Arison than Avarin, as he was far smaller and paler than his brother turned out to be.
Sons and daughters followed, and as it may be guessed, the naming scheme followed the alphabet for both the sons and daughters that would come later. However, three daughters followed Basiril, so there was easily a margin for comparison between the two sons. By the time Avarin was eight, he was helping his parents in any way that he could, taking care of his siblings or working with the animals. He became a beloved little child, while the four turn old Basiril was far more interested in knocking things over, screaming at the top of his lungs, and making messes to blame on his younger siblings.
When Basiril was eight, he had quieted down, while still knowing that he could never live up to Avarin in the eyes of his parents. His sisters were all treated equally well, and all better than he, honestly. He was the black sheep of the family, and his parents never thought much of him. However, of all his siblings, Avarin was the nicest to him, the most well liked by him. Avarin was the golden child, even in young Basiril’s eyes. But then, what boy of eight turns doesn’t look up to his older brother?
It hit Basiril the hardest when Avarin went off to apprentice to Smithcraft. He was suddenly left within their large family, four girls now and another son. Even in the absence of his brother, their parents didn’t think too much of Basiril, and they certainly didn’t trust him to handle his chores on his own, often sending a daughter with him to watch him. It wasn’t long before he was dreaming only of his time to get away from his family, far away from the people who he despised.
When he turned twelve, he was quick to apprentice to a Hall, picking the one that would take him far away from his family, picking up the woodcraft. He would have gone to Smithcrafting after his brother, if not for the realization that he would only be losing Avarin again once his older brother reached a higher rank and was sent off to journey.
Basiril was a decent Woodsmith, preferring to make the larger more sensible pieces than the tiny wooden trinkets that some decided to waste precious materials on. However, he did not find himself getting along with any of the other individuals within the Weyr. They were simpletons and they joined cliques that he didn’t want to take any part in. It was rather easier for him to find that he disliked many of them. After a mere turn with them, he was already back to tricks he had learned as a child and sabotaging some of their futures within the Woodcraft.
Quite to Basiril’s surprise, a few months after turning fourteen, Avarin appeared at the Woodsmith Hall as a Journeyman Smith. For the first time in turns, Bas was genuinely happy, and smiled for weeks. His brother’s appearance also made him work harder at his craft and less at ruining the lives of those he found disgusting. Four turns later, Bas reached Journeyman status at the age of eighteen, and the two left the Hall together.
They travelled to the Weyr, hoping to find work there. Until this point, neither had really been exposed to the Dust, though they had, of course, heard of the drug menace. Here and now, they realized just how much it had affected most people, and Bas even tried it a few times, though Avarin took care of him and kept him from getting too addicted to the stuff. Bas was never caught and charged for his flirtations with Dust, which was entirely thanks to his brother. One thing Avarin did to keep his brother from Dust was earning the Marks to buy them each a fire lizard egg, something he hoped to keep Bas’s mind off of the drug. Their blue and green fire lizards, Karagan and Fel, were born.
A rift would be created a mere two turns after arriving at the Weyr, when the boys were ‘standing’ at the hatching. They had Stood for the last one, but neither really expected to Impress. They hadn’t been Searched, just allowed to Stand as anyone of age and free of Dust was allowed to Stand. This time, however, a hatchling turned towards the two boys. Bas’s Fel hissed angrily at the thing, but the brown was undeterred. He walked right up to Avarin and Impressed, turning Bas’s precious brother into A’rin.
The turn that followed was the hardest for Bas, with his brother so close and yet nearly unreachable. Av was always busy with the dragon or his training or his chores, and Bas was left on his own. Bas got himself into scuffles a few times, and managed to get one girl addicted to Dust purely for his amusement. He was working on doing so with another one when she was taken away for simple use of the drug. Bas was never questioned about the events, he had been far too discreet with it.
Once that turn was up, A’rin joined the Dragon Watch. All the while, he remained close to his brother, bringing the younger man back into his life, though Bas was disgusted by the Watch and the theories behind it. As far as he was concerned, the use of Dust was just personal preference, and really wasn’t all that bad. After a single turn, A’rin was assigned to Warden’s Weyr, for reasons he never did explain to his younger brother. However, this was a good thing for Bas, as he was able to pick up a new profession than just his Woodsmithing, which had honestly grown a bit tiring. While Av took up a position as Squadleader, Bas became a Guard, one of those grounded individuals who still watched the ‘criminals’.
It really didn’t take long after finding the position for himself that the prisoners realized that Bas was just a bit off compared to the other guards. That wasn’t to say he was nicer to them, as he liked having the excuse to be mean to others, but that he didn’t mind assisting them in other areas, including turning his head when some criminals did certain things. He would even get them things, if they had the right form of payment. Not Dust, of course, that would be far too obvious and it wouldn’t take long before the prisoners led back to him, but nearly anything else was fair game.
When the eggs were brought to Warden’s Weyr, Bas Stood once again, not caring that they were small eggs. Any dragon would get him closer to his brother, his affection for Av far from the norm between brothers. He was not granted a dragon, however, and was not given an excuse to see more of his brother, who had a rather time consuming schedule as a Squadleader. Still, he has set his mind on Impressing a dragon, just to be able to be with his brother more.
Other stuff: His love for his brother has obviously moved from healthy to unhealthy over the turns. Also, he can be quite mean to the prisoners that piss him off, and doesn’t mind ruining their lives the way he had done for individuals outside of his post as Guard. Simply put, he could be the best of friends or the worst of enemies.
Pets
Name: Fel
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green
Appearance: Fel is a dark green little flitter, with undersized wings and an oversized tail. Her head also seems to be a bit too big and tends to weigh her down in flight so that she has to catch herself bobbing down to fly back up. With her rather violent personality, she has obtained several scars across her hide, though with ichor being green it’s difficult to tell thanks to her shade, they make indentations more than actual coloration changes.
Personality: Fel is quite viscious. She likes her Pet and him alone. Her flights will always be a bit stained with green, and many males will have learned that she’s not a female they want to chase if they don’t mind a bit of pain to get the prize. She is extremely possessive of her Pet, and is jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with him. It will be highly unlikely that she will ever permit her Pet to Impress another fire lizard, and should any dragon turn his way, they better be prepared to put up a fight for his love!
