Post by asgard on Jun 10, 2011 9:37:54 GMT -5
Tamritan
Name: Tamritan
Age: 12 turns exactly
Gender: male
Prisoner: no
Crime: (Prisoners Only)
Craft/Rank: none yet
Appearance: Tamritan is small, thin but also obviously in the middle of a growth spirt. Thus he is all hands and feet, and constantly tripping over himself. His hair is a ruddy brown with red highlights in the sun and his eyes a pale blue-grey with darker rims about the irises. His features are homely rather than promising good looks, and a liberal sprinkling of freckles dust his face. the eyes are large though, and clearly show his every emotion. There is a scar on his chin from one of his clumsy incidents, but it doesn't show enough to be obvious unless youre looking for it.
Personality: Tamritan is quiet, industrious, but awkward, with a streak of untapped stubbornness and a habit of only speaking when he feels it is worthwhile. Neither docile nor submissive, Tamritan weighs his choices carefully. He tends to disappear into the crowd unless he is moving, working his charges, or convinced he must speak.
There is a lively imagination in the depths of Tamritan's mind, and a sense of humour that comes out to play every now and then, not always appropriately. A sure sense of honour, an innate seriousness, and a determination to be the best he can be can sometimes means Tamritan finds the pranks of youth trying, and their humour too childish. The only person he is close to understanding is himself, and he isn't sure about himself either.
Tamritan has compassion for the animals, but very little for mankind, not because he dislikes them, but because he has spent so long confiding only in his canine. Animals are simple, uncomplicated, and easy to understand. People are not. He isn't afraid of humanity, only doubtful about what others really want from him.
History: Tamritan was born to Otham, a guardsman in Fort Hold, and his journeywoman weaver wife, Ritania. He was the youngest of four sons, the others five, six and eight turns older. Because of the age difference, and an affinity with animals, Tamritan expected to be sent to the beastcraft hall for apprenticing when old enough. It was his dream to breed better canines, and runners.
However, at eight turns of age, he accompanied his parents
to Warden Weyr where he was a lonely boy in a strange place and looking more to the canines for company than his own family. His mother died soon after they arrived, probably in childbirth, though Tamritan never knew for sure.
To keep his son busy, Tamritan's father had Tamritan helping in the breeding kennel he kept his two prize broods in, and training the puppies to be socially trustworthy. Tamritan took this trust seriously, and hoped he would always be able to help with the canines bred for the guards.
In the four turns he has been here Tamritan never once thought of becoming a dragonrider, so being told he was to stand for the next clutch dismayed him somewhat. He's just coming to terms with the idea, but still has doubts.
Other stuff:
Pets
Name: Keen
Species: canine
Color: black masked grey with fierce topaz eyes
Appearance: Keen is a guard canine failure, not because her temperament is bad, but because she is too small for the taste of most guards. She is lean, prick earred and clever. She is faster than most, with a fine nose, but there is a definite lack of size and Otham was about to destroy her when Tamritan asked for her.
Personality: Clever, smart and eager, but only for Tamritan.
Dragon/Wher Name
Name:
Color: not green
Age: unhatched
Appearance: unknown
Personality: not timid
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