Post by Bacchante on Aug 27, 2011 7:47:46 GMT -5
Name: Bolrac
Pronunciation: Bol-rak
Honorific: B'rac
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Current Age: 44 Turns
Rank: Ghost Guard Captain
Birthplace: Skrull Coast Hold
Current Location: Skrull Island Weyr
Mother: Bhalla, Journeyman Weaver at Skrull Coast Hold (Deceased)
Father: Korrock, Master Woodsmen at East Steppe Hold (Deceased)
Siblings: Bellach, Brother. (Stillborn).
Nelene, Half-Sister, Apprentice Healer at Skrull Coast Hold.
Significant Other: Millah; Journeyman Weaver at Skrull (Formerly a Drudge).
Children: B'ach, Son, Weyrleader of Skrull, Twenty-Five Turns.
Samna, Daughter, Two Turns.
Calein, Son, Seven Turns.
Meliata, Daughter, Candidate, Sixteen Turns.
Height: Six foot one.
Physical Description: B'rac is an aging man, no two ways about it. His hair has long since passed grey, with early whiteness being a common trait among his forebears. A lifetime of dealing with willful children, for as Guard Captain every single person he ever deals with could be categorized as such, has left heavy lines upon his face. Despite this, however, he is happy and healthy. By ensuring he stays active every day he has managed to stay well-toned and fit. He possesses the same sunken eyes as his son, B'ach, though it would be rather more accurate to categorize it in the opposite direction. Unlike the Weyrleader, his eyes are generally filled with a genial warmth that makes him easily approachable.
Personality: As is necessary for a good guard, B'rac is both patient and relentless. The lengths to which he will go to bring a person to task for their wrongdoings is quite legendary and, with his ascension to Captain, the backlog of unsolved crimes has been reduced by half as, every time there is nothing to do, he works upon them. Despite this, he is a very easy person to be around. Rather than developing a vicious suspicion of those around him, like many guards, he has learned to deal with the little problems in life with an almost saint-like disposition and has long since discovered the value of shutting up and nodding. Although he will speak out if something goes against his principles, he will not attempt to force matters he can tell are hopeless,but rather seeks to change things through a different route.
Style of Dress: As long as he is on duty, B'rac is armored. He wears the traditional Skrull style riding gear: Tough leather with bone plates sewn on everywhere they will not impair movement. His wife, however, despises the leather smell and has a special white robe hanging on their door for him. It has many, many pockets filled with pressed flowers and so he perpetual smells like a cow covered in lavender.
Habits/Hobbies: When he's not working, B'rac simply relaxes. He gets all the intellectual stimulation he really needs from his job, so when he's alone he prefers to talk with his wife, watch her weave or simply nap. As in all things, he is a simple man with no real vices and easy pleasures.
Background/History: Bolrac is the result of a quite incidental union. His mother, while still young, went to East Steppe Hold one season to try and get some higher quality materials for her craft. While there, she met an up-and-coming Woodsman and immediately fell in love. They had a few trysts, and swore to marry the following season.
Bhalla returned home, giddy, to prepare. But, to her horror, she found out within a few months that she had become pregnant. Sure that her love would take her back, she prepared nonetheless and told her family that she had a suitor, They were somewhat disapproving but, overall, they were ecstatic. When she returned to East Steppe with all her possessions she had a three-month old Bolrac in tow.
Her love, in total defiance of all usual conventions, did not immediately flee at the prospect of becoming a father. Rather, he was overjoyed and they were married and happy. Seven years passed, and she was pregnant again. It was simple luck that this was their only second child, but they were still happy. Then, disaster.
As Master Woodsman, for his skill had rapidly accelerated him, it was his privilege to oversee the best wood as it was processed. A massive oak log, being lifted from the stream by crane and pulley, snapped one of the ropes. Korrock died instantly, with no pain. That much was a small mercy. It was too late in her pregnancy to move anywhere, so Bhalla remained. One month later she miscarried. Afterwards, the Weaver left East Steppe with her son in tow and would return only once more.
Bolrac did not have an easy time back at Skrull Coast. The children teased him because he had to be put into a younger class at first, and because he was so large and ungainly, and because he had no father. But the one teaching he had absorbed the most from Korrock was that, no matter what one did, one must be patient. And so, even though he was large and strong, he stayed quiet and took all the taunts with silent stoicism.
It was only on the day where another boy, angry at his peers' treatment of the gentle giant, stood up to them that Bolrac finally acted. When an older boy struck down the child for questioning him, insulting him, Bolrac stood. Slowly, calmly, he walked over to the other boy who was, despite being two years his senior, the same height. His foe, incensed that anyone would stand up for the 'school moron' struck the young boy mightily.
His fist met Bolrac's gut and stopped there, encountering muscles of steel. The young child had always helped his father out whenever he could, wanting to learn his craft. To that day he had practiced building his strength, so that he could split logs with a single blow and carried finished furniture all on his own as he h seen Korrock do. Eyes widening, the bully didn't even try to stop the returning blow and every child watched as the older boy was lifted a full two inches off the ground by the sheer force of the strike.
From then until years after Bolrac had left, nobody ever bullied anyone else again.
Despite that event, the kindly child had never raised his fists in anger. Whenever he offered violence, it was always in calm defense of someone wrong: Whether it was a merchant for beating his runner or a drunk attempting to strike his wife. Countless times he was scolded and berated for meting out heavy-handed justice, and countless times he ignored the warnings. Secretly, the village elders looked upon Bolrac with great pride in the sense of honor that had been instilled in him.
Bhalla had always refused any man who tried to woo her, save one. A fisherman who reminded her of Korrock, but not in the same way. She loved him as well, but it was not quite the same. Nevertheless, she was happy. But it seemed her happiness was not something the gods envisioned. For, in attempting to end a drunken brawl, he was stabbed in the gut with a broken bottle and bled out on the ground.
When Bolrac heard the next day, a great stillness overcame him. It was murder, they said, and their arbiters were not meant to deal with it. A Ghostrider was arriving that day, for the Search. The man would be turned over to him. The boy just strode out.
He found the man in his house, desperately packing his things. A red haze filled the gentle child's vision. This man meant to flee, to escape punishment for what he had done. His sister's father, his mother's happiness both taken, and he tried to avoid justice.
When the fog lifted, he found himself pinned beneath the bulk of a dragon. Apparently he had broken every one of the man's ribs, and his legs, and both his arms, and fractured his skull, and possibly bruised his spine. The Ghostrider had arrived, gone to the house only to find the boy swinging the criminal about by his leg as if he were a rag doll. He'd been unable to subdue him, and his dragon had needed to rip the roof off of the house and grasp the boy himself.
The murderer was thirty. Bolrac was twelve.
Further complicating the matter was two things: Firstly, the Law didn't have provisions for violence against adults by children, it simply didn't happen. Secondly, Bolrac had been deemed Impressionable by the Ghost. Deciding that the best resolution to the matter was a surgical removal of the problem, the rider declared Bolrac's actions to be punishment for the crime as well as all the man's possessions awarded to the wife of the deceased. When he left, the boy went with him.
The next five years passed uneventfully for Bolrac, despite his rocky entrance into the Weyr. He impressed to a Ghost at seventeen and was named B'rac. At eighteen he met a woman. She was a simple drudge at the time, but he loved her dearly and spent all the time he could with her. But disaster nearly struck his life again when a Shaderider, one of the Council, decided to try and press his suit on the lovely Millah.
Fortunately, it was resolved very simply. Being half a foot taller than the man, B'rac merely put his hand on the fellow's shoulder, said that Millah was his, and quite calmly said that the last man who insulted him was still unable to walk. And even as the Shaderider was reaching for his dagger to settle the dispute like men, he added that he had been twelve years of age when he shattered the man's spine.
His almost-enemy rapidly extricated himself from the situation to avoid immediate and painful humiliation.
He was only nineteen when Millah gave birth to his son, a respectable age for the Isle. At twenty-four his child accidentally Impressed to the Wraith. He was a member of the Ghost Guard at the time and his love was freed forever from the hassles of other men. Ten years later, he was promoted to Guard Captain for saving his son's life.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Name: Ghresath
Color: Ghost
Weyr/Age: Skrull Island, Twenty-Eight Turns of age.
Sire: Wrretanth
Dam: Mirlath
Size: Nineteen Metres
Physical Description: Ghresath is a typical Ghost, erring toward the larger end of the spectrum. Her bone growth is less showy than others and more serviceable overall, consisting of a simply horizontal crest around her head, a small ridge going up her neck and lumps on her front palms to make it very uncomfortable for anyone she's holding against the ground. Like all Ghosts, she has ridiculously massive front claws and absurdly wide shoulders. She also has little jagged ridges running along the underside of his forearms so that if she gets into a fight she can rear up and slash with them.
Personality: Ghresath absorbed what little was left of her partner's violent tendencies, and is thus responsible for who B'rac is today. However, she also took in his better qualities as well. Since B'rac was and is a very kind, pure soul he was largely unaffected by the supposed reversal of personality. As a result, his own personality traits were accentuated more than anything. Kind, quiet and patient but prone to brief fits of temper, Ghresath is not unlike the old Bolrac: Filled with resentment over a world she is too weak to change, but shouldering it with nobility.
Pronunciation: Bol-rak
Honorific: B'rac
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Current Age: 44 Turns
Rank: Ghost Guard Captain
Birthplace: Skrull Coast Hold
Current Location: Skrull Island Weyr
Mother: Bhalla, Journeyman Weaver at Skrull Coast Hold (Deceased)
Father: Korrock, Master Woodsmen at East Steppe Hold (Deceased)
Siblings: Bellach, Brother. (Stillborn).
Nelene, Half-Sister, Apprentice Healer at Skrull Coast Hold.
Significant Other: Millah; Journeyman Weaver at Skrull (Formerly a Drudge).
Children: B'ach, Son, Weyrleader of Skrull, Twenty-Five Turns.
Samna, Daughter, Two Turns.
Calein, Son, Seven Turns.
Meliata, Daughter, Candidate, Sixteen Turns.
Height: Six foot one.
Physical Description: B'rac is an aging man, no two ways about it. His hair has long since passed grey, with early whiteness being a common trait among his forebears. A lifetime of dealing with willful children, for as Guard Captain every single person he ever deals with could be categorized as such, has left heavy lines upon his face. Despite this, however, he is happy and healthy. By ensuring he stays active every day he has managed to stay well-toned and fit. He possesses the same sunken eyes as his son, B'ach, though it would be rather more accurate to categorize it in the opposite direction. Unlike the Weyrleader, his eyes are generally filled with a genial warmth that makes him easily approachable.
Personality: As is necessary for a good guard, B'rac is both patient and relentless. The lengths to which he will go to bring a person to task for their wrongdoings is quite legendary and, with his ascension to Captain, the backlog of unsolved crimes has been reduced by half as, every time there is nothing to do, he works upon them. Despite this, he is a very easy person to be around. Rather than developing a vicious suspicion of those around him, like many guards, he has learned to deal with the little problems in life with an almost saint-like disposition and has long since discovered the value of shutting up and nodding. Although he will speak out if something goes against his principles, he will not attempt to force matters he can tell are hopeless,but rather seeks to change things through a different route.
Style of Dress: As long as he is on duty, B'rac is armored. He wears the traditional Skrull style riding gear: Tough leather with bone plates sewn on everywhere they will not impair movement. His wife, however, despises the leather smell and has a special white robe hanging on their door for him. It has many, many pockets filled with pressed flowers and so he perpetual smells like a cow covered in lavender.
Habits/Hobbies: When he's not working, B'rac simply relaxes. He gets all the intellectual stimulation he really needs from his job, so when he's alone he prefers to talk with his wife, watch her weave or simply nap. As in all things, he is a simple man with no real vices and easy pleasures.
Background/History: Bolrac is the result of a quite incidental union. His mother, while still young, went to East Steppe Hold one season to try and get some higher quality materials for her craft. While there, she met an up-and-coming Woodsman and immediately fell in love. They had a few trysts, and swore to marry the following season.
Bhalla returned home, giddy, to prepare. But, to her horror, she found out within a few months that she had become pregnant. Sure that her love would take her back, she prepared nonetheless and told her family that she had a suitor, They were somewhat disapproving but, overall, they were ecstatic. When she returned to East Steppe with all her possessions she had a three-month old Bolrac in tow.
Her love, in total defiance of all usual conventions, did not immediately flee at the prospect of becoming a father. Rather, he was overjoyed and they were married and happy. Seven years passed, and she was pregnant again. It was simple luck that this was their only second child, but they were still happy. Then, disaster.
As Master Woodsman, for his skill had rapidly accelerated him, it was his privilege to oversee the best wood as it was processed. A massive oak log, being lifted from the stream by crane and pulley, snapped one of the ropes. Korrock died instantly, with no pain. That much was a small mercy. It was too late in her pregnancy to move anywhere, so Bhalla remained. One month later she miscarried. Afterwards, the Weaver left East Steppe with her son in tow and would return only once more.
Bolrac did not have an easy time back at Skrull Coast. The children teased him because he had to be put into a younger class at first, and because he was so large and ungainly, and because he had no father. But the one teaching he had absorbed the most from Korrock was that, no matter what one did, one must be patient. And so, even though he was large and strong, he stayed quiet and took all the taunts with silent stoicism.
It was only on the day where another boy, angry at his peers' treatment of the gentle giant, stood up to them that Bolrac finally acted. When an older boy struck down the child for questioning him, insulting him, Bolrac stood. Slowly, calmly, he walked over to the other boy who was, despite being two years his senior, the same height. His foe, incensed that anyone would stand up for the 'school moron' struck the young boy mightily.
His fist met Bolrac's gut and stopped there, encountering muscles of steel. The young child had always helped his father out whenever he could, wanting to learn his craft. To that day he had practiced building his strength, so that he could split logs with a single blow and carried finished furniture all on his own as he h seen Korrock do. Eyes widening, the bully didn't even try to stop the returning blow and every child watched as the older boy was lifted a full two inches off the ground by the sheer force of the strike.
From then until years after Bolrac had left, nobody ever bullied anyone else again.
Despite that event, the kindly child had never raised his fists in anger. Whenever he offered violence, it was always in calm defense of someone wrong: Whether it was a merchant for beating his runner or a drunk attempting to strike his wife. Countless times he was scolded and berated for meting out heavy-handed justice, and countless times he ignored the warnings. Secretly, the village elders looked upon Bolrac with great pride in the sense of honor that had been instilled in him.
Bhalla had always refused any man who tried to woo her, save one. A fisherman who reminded her of Korrock, but not in the same way. She loved him as well, but it was not quite the same. Nevertheless, she was happy. But it seemed her happiness was not something the gods envisioned. For, in attempting to end a drunken brawl, he was stabbed in the gut with a broken bottle and bled out on the ground.
When Bolrac heard the next day, a great stillness overcame him. It was murder, they said, and their arbiters were not meant to deal with it. A Ghostrider was arriving that day, for the Search. The man would be turned over to him. The boy just strode out.
He found the man in his house, desperately packing his things. A red haze filled the gentle child's vision. This man meant to flee, to escape punishment for what he had done. His sister's father, his mother's happiness both taken, and he tried to avoid justice.
When the fog lifted, he found himself pinned beneath the bulk of a dragon. Apparently he had broken every one of the man's ribs, and his legs, and both his arms, and fractured his skull, and possibly bruised his spine. The Ghostrider had arrived, gone to the house only to find the boy swinging the criminal about by his leg as if he were a rag doll. He'd been unable to subdue him, and his dragon had needed to rip the roof off of the house and grasp the boy himself.
The murderer was thirty. Bolrac was twelve.
Further complicating the matter was two things: Firstly, the Law didn't have provisions for violence against adults by children, it simply didn't happen. Secondly, Bolrac had been deemed Impressionable by the Ghost. Deciding that the best resolution to the matter was a surgical removal of the problem, the rider declared Bolrac's actions to be punishment for the crime as well as all the man's possessions awarded to the wife of the deceased. When he left, the boy went with him.
The next five years passed uneventfully for Bolrac, despite his rocky entrance into the Weyr. He impressed to a Ghost at seventeen and was named B'rac. At eighteen he met a woman. She was a simple drudge at the time, but he loved her dearly and spent all the time he could with her. But disaster nearly struck his life again when a Shaderider, one of the Council, decided to try and press his suit on the lovely Millah.
Fortunately, it was resolved very simply. Being half a foot taller than the man, B'rac merely put his hand on the fellow's shoulder, said that Millah was his, and quite calmly said that the last man who insulted him was still unable to walk. And even as the Shaderider was reaching for his dagger to settle the dispute like men, he added that he had been twelve years of age when he shattered the man's spine.
His almost-enemy rapidly extricated himself from the situation to avoid immediate and painful humiliation.
He was only nineteen when Millah gave birth to his son, a respectable age for the Isle. At twenty-four his child accidentally Impressed to the Wraith. He was a member of the Ghost Guard at the time and his love was freed forever from the hassles of other men. Ten years later, he was promoted to Guard Captain for saving his son's life.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Name: Ghresath
Color: Ghost
Weyr/Age: Skrull Island, Twenty-Eight Turns of age.
Sire: Wrretanth
Dam: Mirlath
Size: Nineteen Metres
Physical Description: Ghresath is a typical Ghost, erring toward the larger end of the spectrum. Her bone growth is less showy than others and more serviceable overall, consisting of a simply horizontal crest around her head, a small ridge going up her neck and lumps on her front palms to make it very uncomfortable for anyone she's holding against the ground. Like all Ghosts, she has ridiculously massive front claws and absurdly wide shoulders. She also has little jagged ridges running along the underside of his forearms so that if she gets into a fight she can rear up and slash with them.
Personality: Ghresath absorbed what little was left of her partner's violent tendencies, and is thus responsible for who B'rac is today. However, she also took in his better qualities as well. Since B'rac was and is a very kind, pure soul he was largely unaffected by the supposed reversal of personality. As a result, his own personality traits were accentuated more than anything. Kind, quiet and patient but prone to brief fits of temper, Ghresath is not unlike the old Bolrac: Filled with resentment over a world she is too weak to change, but shouldering it with nobility.
