Post by Bacchante on Jun 25, 2009 23:52:49 GMT -5
Name: Faltair
Pronunciation: Fal-tear
Nickname: Fal
Honorific: N/A (Yet)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Current Age: 16
Rank: Candidate
Birthplace: Talune Hold
Current Location: Talune Weyr
Mother: Ferra, Drudge
Father: Daltir, Fisherman
Siblings: None
Significant others: None
Height: Five foot four
Physical Description: Faltair avoids exercise like the plague, often expending great amounts of effort in order to avoid it. Ironically it is this trait, coupled with his small appetite, which means that he is not becoming fat as his instructors believe he should. His face is normally smiling or laughing, and these expressions accentuate his best features. He loves climbing about the Weyr and this has built up a decent muscle tone which has many people baffled.
Style of dress: Faltair wears whatever he throws on in the morning, so his clothing is often mismatched or rumpled. He doesn’t mind though, appearance is really a secondary quality.
Personality:
Total freedom, not a care…
Faltair hates exercise, responsibility, chores and all their ilk. He hates them to the point where his complicated plots to keep away from them often end up tiring him out even more than the actual action would, not to mention the amount of time expended. Faltair doesn’t mind though, because he enjoys the thrill of the chase and the feeling of victory.
Fool me once, shame on you…
Faltair is a slight trickster, a trait greatly helped by his conceivable intelligence. Despite his hatred for all things work-related he is actually a smart person, with a logical and analytical mind which he prefers to waste on thinking up new things to do; much to the chagrin of the ‘victims’.
Cut out my heart, but spare my friends…
Fal has a great sense of humour, constantly laughing at a joke of his own or another’s misfortune. But when he’s done chuckling, he’ll happily help with your issue so long as it doesn’t involve manual labour. However, you must never make the mistake of insulting his friends. He can laugh off any insults toward himself but will take you down in moments if he hears you insulting someone behind their back, acting with cold, logical efficiency to wreak a terrible vengeance that is inevitably humorous for anyone else who witnesses it.
A life above is not for me…
Faltair loves dragons, attending Touchings and Wing practices religiously. Nothing excites him more than watching the great beasts wheel and dive through the sky yet he is mysteriously absent whenever a Hatching occurs. Although he would be almost certain to Impress, and would love to have a dragon of his own, he fears it would curtail his much-loved freedom.
Habits/Hobbies: He loves climbing around inside and outside the Weyr, His favourite pastime is watching other people exercise, from a distance, and laughing mercilessly.
Background/history:
Born to be wild…
When he was younger Faltair was a quiet, serious baby who examined his world with critical eyes. He cried hardly ever and laughed even less. This all changed very quickly. When he was two and started walking, Faltair began to explore everything. He would, every time he found a new object, pick it up, wave it around, bang it on the ground and then bite it. He also had an annoying habit, to his parents, of getting out the front door to try and explore the hold. This led him to encounter his first dragon.
Fal was looking around outside one day shortly after his third birthday and had managed to reach the post of the Hold’s Watch-dragon. He found there, something pointy and blue. So, true to his nature he picked it up. When he tried to wave it, he found that it was stuck. He whacked it on the ground. Nothing happened so, options exhausted, he bit it.
The blue dragon looked behind himself after feeling a small pain on the end of his tail. He saw, and informed his mine, that their was a baby chewing on the tip of his tail. The dragon went in to have a closer look and Faltair stared at the reptilian face with wide eyes. Then he reached out and grabbed the dragon’s nose. The Blue snorted and Fal fell, but was caught by the tail. Then he laughed, long and loud, and was still laughing when the rider returned him to his parents.
Life’s a joke, so let’s have fun…
From that day on, life was hilarious for Faltair. By age four he was escaping regularly, whenever the front door wasn’t locked, and going on new adventures abroad. People would find him fairly quickly, since he’d be giggling about whatever he was doing, and returned him home. When he was five he learned how to unlock the front door, much to his parents’ despair. People stopped taking him home then, and he was allowed to simply wander home as it began to get dark, babbling excitedly about his day.
His sixth year was punctuated by finding the ability to climb. He was always being seen up high, or a house or in a tree, chuckling at the world. He also gained the ability to mysteriously ‘vanish’ whenever he was required to do a chore, only turning up after it had already been done or it was too late to do it. His seventh through tenth were mostly uneventful years, learning new things and occasionally going fishing, although never as work. He would sit on the shore and solve complicated problems in his head, creating imaginary situations and thinking how he could solve them. Some of the situations became reality, in the form of complicated pranks.
Then the riders came, and he was Searched.
Bird’s are free, so why not me…
The rider who selected the boy wondered exactly why most people, even his parents to a degree, were grinning as Faltair climbed aboard. He decided that they must be happy for the boy, and left without another thought on it. He didn’t notice the exuberant cheering that occurred when he passed through the clouds and out of sight. The whole Hold was thinking, “He’s your problem now!”
And so the horror known as Faltair descended upon Talune Weyr, bringing a wave of pranks and laughter behind it. For the next six years Faltair played practical jokes, watched dragons, did no chores whatsoever and generally wreaked localised havoc. Of course, this won’t last much longer.
Color Preference & Why: He would prefer to never get a dragon, but I’d LOVE to set him up with the Beyond Between Again egg, if Onyx doesn’t mind.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Anything else. Because I don’t.
Pronunciation: Fal-tear
Nickname: Fal
Honorific: N/A (Yet)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Current Age: 16
Rank: Candidate
Birthplace: Talune Hold
Current Location: Talune Weyr
Mother: Ferra, Drudge
Father: Daltir, Fisherman
Siblings: None
Significant others: None
Height: Five foot four
Physical Description: Faltair avoids exercise like the plague, often expending great amounts of effort in order to avoid it. Ironically it is this trait, coupled with his small appetite, which means that he is not becoming fat as his instructors believe he should. His face is normally smiling or laughing, and these expressions accentuate his best features. He loves climbing about the Weyr and this has built up a decent muscle tone which has many people baffled.
Style of dress: Faltair wears whatever he throws on in the morning, so his clothing is often mismatched or rumpled. He doesn’t mind though, appearance is really a secondary quality.
Personality:
Total freedom, not a care…
Faltair hates exercise, responsibility, chores and all their ilk. He hates them to the point where his complicated plots to keep away from them often end up tiring him out even more than the actual action would, not to mention the amount of time expended. Faltair doesn’t mind though, because he enjoys the thrill of the chase and the feeling of victory.
Fool me once, shame on you…
Faltair is a slight trickster, a trait greatly helped by his conceivable intelligence. Despite his hatred for all things work-related he is actually a smart person, with a logical and analytical mind which he prefers to waste on thinking up new things to do; much to the chagrin of the ‘victims’.
Cut out my heart, but spare my friends…
Fal has a great sense of humour, constantly laughing at a joke of his own or another’s misfortune. But when he’s done chuckling, he’ll happily help with your issue so long as it doesn’t involve manual labour. However, you must never make the mistake of insulting his friends. He can laugh off any insults toward himself but will take you down in moments if he hears you insulting someone behind their back, acting with cold, logical efficiency to wreak a terrible vengeance that is inevitably humorous for anyone else who witnesses it.
A life above is not for me…
Faltair loves dragons, attending Touchings and Wing practices religiously. Nothing excites him more than watching the great beasts wheel and dive through the sky yet he is mysteriously absent whenever a Hatching occurs. Although he would be almost certain to Impress, and would love to have a dragon of his own, he fears it would curtail his much-loved freedom.
Habits/Hobbies: He loves climbing around inside and outside the Weyr, His favourite pastime is watching other people exercise, from a distance, and laughing mercilessly.
Background/history:
Born to be wild…
When he was younger Faltair was a quiet, serious baby who examined his world with critical eyes. He cried hardly ever and laughed even less. This all changed very quickly. When he was two and started walking, Faltair began to explore everything. He would, every time he found a new object, pick it up, wave it around, bang it on the ground and then bite it. He also had an annoying habit, to his parents, of getting out the front door to try and explore the hold. This led him to encounter his first dragon.
Fal was looking around outside one day shortly after his third birthday and had managed to reach the post of the Hold’s Watch-dragon. He found there, something pointy and blue. So, true to his nature he picked it up. When he tried to wave it, he found that it was stuck. He whacked it on the ground. Nothing happened so, options exhausted, he bit it.
The blue dragon looked behind himself after feeling a small pain on the end of his tail. He saw, and informed his mine, that their was a baby chewing on the tip of his tail. The dragon went in to have a closer look and Faltair stared at the reptilian face with wide eyes. Then he reached out and grabbed the dragon’s nose. The Blue snorted and Fal fell, but was caught by the tail. Then he laughed, long and loud, and was still laughing when the rider returned him to his parents.
Life’s a joke, so let’s have fun…
From that day on, life was hilarious for Faltair. By age four he was escaping regularly, whenever the front door wasn’t locked, and going on new adventures abroad. People would find him fairly quickly, since he’d be giggling about whatever he was doing, and returned him home. When he was five he learned how to unlock the front door, much to his parents’ despair. People stopped taking him home then, and he was allowed to simply wander home as it began to get dark, babbling excitedly about his day.
His sixth year was punctuated by finding the ability to climb. He was always being seen up high, or a house or in a tree, chuckling at the world. He also gained the ability to mysteriously ‘vanish’ whenever he was required to do a chore, only turning up after it had already been done or it was too late to do it. His seventh through tenth were mostly uneventful years, learning new things and occasionally going fishing, although never as work. He would sit on the shore and solve complicated problems in his head, creating imaginary situations and thinking how he could solve them. Some of the situations became reality, in the form of complicated pranks.
Then the riders came, and he was Searched.
Bird’s are free, so why not me…
The rider who selected the boy wondered exactly why most people, even his parents to a degree, were grinning as Faltair climbed aboard. He decided that they must be happy for the boy, and left without another thought on it. He didn’t notice the exuberant cheering that occurred when he passed through the clouds and out of sight. The whole Hold was thinking, “He’s your problem now!”
And so the horror known as Faltair descended upon Talune Weyr, bringing a wave of pranks and laughter behind it. For the next six years Faltair played practical jokes, watched dragons, did no chores whatsoever and generally wreaked localised havoc. Of course, this won’t last much longer.
Color Preference & Why: He would prefer to never get a dragon, but I’d LOVE to set him up with the Beyond Between Again egg, if Onyx doesn’t mind.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Anything else. Because I don’t.
