Post by rizu on Dec 5, 2008 21:15:30 GMT -5
.:.Solse Hold Resident.:.
.:.Name.:.
Hinuk
.:. Gender.:.
Male
.:.Age .:.
Twelve Turns [12]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Heterosexual
.:. Rank.:.
Lord Holder’s adopted Son
.:.Name.:.
Hinuk
.:. Gender.:.
Male
.:.Age .:.
Twelve Turns [12]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Heterosexual
.:. Rank.:.
Lord Holder’s adopted Son
.:.Appearance .:.
At his age, Hinuk is already a respectable size of four feet and five inches. The adorable brat’s hair is what some call a strawberry blond color, smooth but unruly. It is always sticking out at odd angles, though it only appears to add more charm to Hinuk. Needless to say he rarely bothers brushing it, a few swipes of his hands are always enough to settle his hair into a favorable look. It’s quite abundant, with bangs that sometimes get in the way of his eyes. The back always seems to stick out a bit, though when wet his hair easily reaches the end of his neck – and a few strands might even be able to brush against his shoulders lightly. The boy’s facial features are clean and neat, almost as if he would have been carved out by a skilled blacksmith, and still hold that youthful look about them – giving him a baby face appearance. With charming, deep blue eyes it is no surprise that he can often get his way with just a cute look or a small, but adorable, pout.
He’s not overly muscled, for Faranth’s sake he is a child. That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s a wimp. Oh no, with the fondness the boy has to riding runners he needs to have a firm grip – and his chasing of Amoru proves to be good cardiovascular training. He’s lean, with a few defined muscles here and there. No doubt he will flesh out more in the future, and make a handsome young man. Though, with that attitude of his, his looks might be the only appeal girls will find. His skin is a light golden color – able to tan unlike most of light o white skinned people. A trait he got from his daddy, and probably the only heritage that shows. Other than this he’s an exact copy of his mother, only in the opposite gender.
.:.Personality .:.
Charming. Brat. Adorable. Brat. Manipulative. Brat. Conniving. Brat… You get the point.
Let’s face it, though his looks might be sweet and innocent the kid himself isn’t. Where he lacks heritage from his father he makes up for in personality – for the boy seems to have the same airs as the Lord himself about him. Even for a young age he already has a remarkable interest in girls – mostly the ones older than him. Still, the younger ones are more fun to tease, so they are not entirely discarded. A Casanova from early teen hood, though not a big surprise. The only person to have ever seen his sweet and tender side was his mother, and that was while he was still younger and they lived on their own. Oh, and Amoru too. Once Mareila passed away, and the boy went to live with his father, his personality seemed to completely twist. Of course, he’ll always act properly for Rileson – so long as the man gives him anything he wants.
Surprisingly enough he is slightly fond of Riki, though he’d be caught dead before he showed this in front of Rileson. After all, it is not convenient for him to fall out of the graces of the Lord Holder. He has a vast attraction for riding and runners, even managed to convince Rileson to let him have a young colt when he was born, and it is this link that makes him more tolerant of Riki. He likes to learn from her, all the tricks she knows about runners and riding and caring for them, and in return he spares her from sneers and ill-remarks. In fact, he rather enjoys her company, though she can probably see the complete change of personality when his father is present. While Rileson is around he’ll jab and bother her, poke her ‘til she’s fed up, and over all make her existence miserable. Take Rileson away, however, and he’ll soon come back with one treat of another he’s managed to snare – his form of apology.
Aside from Riki, the rest barely ever see anything even remotely considered to be nice from the boy – save when he wants something. When it comes to manipulation kids are always masters at it – and Hinuk is no exception. He’ll sweet-talk you, fool you, suck-up to you. But if all fails he also has other means: bothering, blackmailing, anything that works and gets him what he desires.
.:.History .:.
Mareila had been born and raised in Solse Hold. She had worked in the Lord’s house since a young age, cleaning and cooking along with the other drudges. It was a sad loss when his wife succumbed to the plague, but life still had to go on. Rileson had always been an attractive man, there was no doubt about that, and the young and naïve Mareila found herself one of his victims a few turns after. She’d been seventeen at the time, young and ripe. From their little rendezvous Hinuk was born and, though the girl never told anyone of who the father was, many could agree they thought it to be of Rileson. However, when the child was born there were no characteristics that tied the small child to the Lord, and so many of the drudges were content to simply drop the topic and move on. Mareila continued to work, and cared for her child with the deepest of devotion.
Rileson had been her first love, her first illusion, and though he might not have felt the same way she did not repent. For now she had her little treasure, her little Hinuk, to love and dote upon as if it were the father himself. She lived for ten more turns, before she too fell to the sickness of the plague. It was a tragic loss, for the plague had been near its end at the time. Surprisingly enough the boy never shed a tear at her mother’s death – though everyone could easily see he was not the same sweet lad after it. While on her deathbed his mother had confessed to Hinuk who his real father was, and at the age of ten turns [when he found himself alone in the world] he turned to Rileson. The boy managed to sneak up to his library one night, finding the man reading a scroll on his own. “Papa,” he had called him – much to the man’s surprise. Still his looks were hard to miss, and no doubt the man had recognized who the child’s mother had been. He was taken into his house as an adopted child, Rileson saying he felt sorry to leave the child to fend for himself.
In return, of course, Hinuk agreed to never divulge the little secret, the heritage he shared with Riki and Rileson. After all, it was better for the man’s image that others saw Hinuk as an adopted child, rather than an illegitimate son.
.:.Father.:.
Rileson – Solse Lord Holder - Alive
.:.Mother.:.
Mareila – Solse Holdfolk - Deceased
.:.Siblings.:.
Solsan – Half-Brother - Deceased
Riki – Half-Sister - Alive
Rileson – Solse Lord Holder - Alive
.:.Mother.:.
Mareila – Solse Holdfolk - Deceased
.:.Siblings.:.
Solsan – Half-Brother - Deceased
Riki – Half-Sister - Alive
.:.Pets.:.
Name: Aromu
Age: Two Turns [2]
Gender: StallionAppearance: A lean runner, Hinuk’s cherished stallion is a good example of an agile frame. Rather than being big and bulky Aromu muscles are well developed, though lean and compact. Every movement sets ablaze a symphony of muscles and tendons, and if one places their hand on any part of his body you can be assured that you will feel their rhythm. A dark gray color, almost bordering on black, Aromu is considered rather handsome for a runner. His snout is of a lighter gray color, and a small white dot is located in his forehead – leaning a bit more closely to his left eye.
His mane is thin but luscious, the same dark gray color as the rest of his body. On Aromu’s rump we can find the marking that endeared him so much to the boy, the white appaloosa blanket that stretches over it. A pure white color, the spots upon it dark and well defined. As it reaches the stallion’s belly it begins to lighten up, until it turns into fading white sprinkles – a handful of this spotting the stallion’s chest. His tail is white at the base, but as it nears the tip the hair’s shades slowly darkened, giving it a fluid transition, until they are a dark gray color at the tip. His eyes are a deep black, and his hooves an ivory color.
Personality: Alert and active, Aromu is always trotting about in the pastures – or whinnying and scrapping against the door of his stall with his hooves in complain. He doesn’t take well to being locked up; the stallion adores being wild and free to roam. Quite a handful for many trainers – it’s as if Aromu had a mind of his own, completely set on making their lives miserable. The only human being he seems to tolerate and adore is Hinuk, and probably only because the boy was always close to him since he was a foal. Whenever Aromu is with the boy he loves to knickers, and occasionally can be seen chewing tenderly a few strands of golden hair in affection.
