Post by DaeSiggil on Jan 19, 2009 12:38:03 GMT -5
Weyr: Talune Weyr
Name: Rearovin
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: 17
Appearance: Rearovin is a rather large male about 5”9’ and weighing a good but little 160 pounds. He’s tall and slender, yet he’s bony and skinny with long jet-black hair that is uneven at the end, only tied back, and made manageable, by a leather grey string in a ponytail and the lowest parts stopping at the end of the shoulder blades. His bangs hang usually in front of his features, having escaped the ponytail and shadows his whole pale looking face, except for his chin. His eyes are a light blue color and are either cold, the most general look, or gleaming with a cruel delight as he forces someone in an uncomfortable position, either strangling the males in a rather sadistic mood or forcing a woman to pleasure him, his features itself are sharp and give him a harsh or strict demeanor to him. His mouth is thin and the upper lip is a little bow-shaped, his voice is surprisingly smooth, like silk, but none could deny the edge to it when he wants it to be there. His fingers are thin and long, ready to wrap around someone in an instant with no regret or a sign that he hesitates. As said he seems weak but don’t let this fool you, he has a surprisingly strength in those limbs. He’s very silent when he moves around, giving him some profit of sneaking around without being noticed, he uses this mostly if he visits the women. He feels most comfortable in dark colors, helping him with sneaking around, only carrying some colors, even then mostly dark browns and greens, if he goes outside to explore, His skin because it’s pale, burns easily as it doesn’t seem used to the warmth. Even with his too skinny and bony look he wears rather tight clothes that show off to the others his little amount of muscle he could gather, making him rather appealing to the opposite sex.
Personality: There isn’t much said about him, only that he’s sadistic and very cruel, seeming twisted along with it. He doesn’t mind at all to hurt another being, mostly humans, not at all, even more if the people remind him of his demons, his father and brother, he wishes them all dead like the lowly creatures they are, deserve. Always finding new ways to torture them. Only when it comes to the kitten he had saved, he’s very protective, he came to be like this of the years of abuse he had to endure of his family. The only people he doesn’t seem to hate are the girls and women there, he sees them as objects he can bed whenever he pleases and toss away when he becomes tired of them. He doesn’t have any friends, nearly none as he prefers to be alone most of the time, only allowing the kitten, named kitty, that wouldn’t leave otherwise, to stay as it doesn’t talk almost seeming like a mute cat, just places itself in his lap or by his feet. He doesn’t avoid fights but he never would seek them on purpose, he also never would start them so that he can avoid getting the finger pointed at and getting some kind of punishment. If he’s sick of everything happening around him, he walks outside and will gaze at the star filled night-sky breathing in the fresh air, allowing him to relax he never will allow himself to relax inside. Many people call him antisocial and he is, no much doubt about it. Because of his antisocial nature he’s very silent and seems withdrawn and shy, but if one catches him unaware of staring at someone, they could see the hate burning, although being silent has also has it advantages. Unthanks his seemingly hate for everything he talks to the few friends he managed to gather, he sometimes play out the roll of ‘shy’ person very well, in reality, if what happened didn’t happen he would have been, some even found him pretty nice, once or twice a person could see the child inside him, reaching out to someone for protection, for comfort, for everything he was denied. He doesn’t like changing things very much, but he will adapt to it eventually.
History: Rearovin was the youngest out of four. His parents, and older male sibling living in one of the little shattered homes in the surrounding areas of the Rias hold. His family looked happy, although father and brother took a delight in beating Rearovin and his mother, his father more in a drunken rage, he had started this habit when he had heard his wife couldn’t bear more children because of Rearovin, or so he thinks. His father was a blacksmith, before he retired because of an accident with the iron, resulting in third degree burns and one dead man. His brother just went along, his tasks was doing the small jobs in and around the house, he was just as sadistic as his father but he was clear and not drunk. Rearovin later heard out of his own father’s mouth that he hoped he would kill the boy. Rearovin only really felt love for his mother, a housewife. although he had to admit to his own shame that he, just like his father and brother, also saw her as an object, the result of hearing that she was worth nothing and that he (his father) needed to get rid of her also and she also did beat him, but to a lesser extend than his father and brother did and more out of frustration because she was beated herself. Later they would find more manners to torture him; denying food, hot pokers. He learned so to hide his emotions from an early age, knowing that they only would beat him harder to see the same reaction over and over, although, it didn’t seem to stop them having the opposite reaction it seemed, they beated him harder trying to get some kind of reaction out of him this time. One day, when his father in a real bad fit of drunk rage tried to rape the boy, and his mother stood up in a fit of ‘love’ and saved him, taking his beating upon her.
He grew more bitter towards them and retreaded even further into himself. His heart and mind seemed to snap and he became angry enough that he would have killed them, just as his father, with the help of his brother who was slightly unwillingly, killed his mother, but when it went away and when he saw them unconscious on the floor he let out a strangled gasp and fled the house, leaving everything behind, from his clothes, to his memories and to his demons, not willing to see his dead mother on the ground every time he looked at that spot on the floor. He didn’t know what he had to do anymore and where he had to go. He stumbled only by luck across a village and entered it, only to hear a strangled scream that couldn’t belong to a human, fearing for the being’s live as he didn’t want it to experience what he had to go through the abuse(he heard it in the scream, years of experience he calls it) he had suffered, raced towards the sound. He found a group of older and local boys of the town torturing a small kitten, making his anger spark again as it still howled its pain towards the skies, he attacked them without hesitation in a brave but weird moment of courage; and with his wit and still small posture he managed to chase them from the kitten, earning himself some small scratches and bruises, picking it up and petting it. He noticing it flinch every time he did so, he decided to take it with him and named it Kitty, planning to change it later to make it easier, the feline responded fine to it and the name kind of stuck, soon enough they became a ‘team’ none could be found without the other, even in water.
But on one day when he was walking around in search for a good spot he could stay a few days, a rider found him, taking pity. He ordered his Dragon to land which did so, making Rearovin jump out of his skin in fright and tenseness, not noticing the sympathy in the other man's eyes. He was about to offer him some food when the Dragon (Okasrith) commented that he would make a good Candidate for the clutch that was on the sands. He took note of this and explained things that he came from the Weyr and that he would make a good candidate, having the chance to become one. Rearovin took the chance, wanting the freedom that could offer him after putting much thought into it, he didn’t believe it actually, but the dragon spoke louder than any words could; although he didn’t trust the man, he accepted the hand and allowed himself to be taken to the Weyr and hoped that he would impress on one in the clutch, taking Kitty and snuggling it safely against him as they took off in a, so Rearovin hoped, a better life. When he arrived at the Weyr he was in awe, thanking the man silently he went away to explore the grounds, all of this when the man had taken off once more.
Father: Ralph
Mother: Cecille (deceased, killed by Ralph and Kain)
Siblings: One brother named Kain
Pets: A small feline named Kitty
I hope this is okay after I finished ^^;
Dragon Name: Wineryth
Dragon Color: Crimson
Age: younger than one
Personality: He's a dragon that isn't too sure of himself. He rather keeps to the side-lines than mingle between the others; much like the one he calls His, yet unlike him he is rather understanding of others if they make a small mistake or something akin too it. He can sometimes be rude though and only think about himself and His, especially if said person is threatened.
Appearence: his deep, blood hued skull is the first that one would notice of this one. The rest of his body is a hue lighter like the blood that runs out of small wounds; whereas the skull is more like the blood that spews out of an artery.
Name: Rearovin
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: 17
Appearance: Rearovin is a rather large male about 5”9’ and weighing a good but little 160 pounds. He’s tall and slender, yet he’s bony and skinny with long jet-black hair that is uneven at the end, only tied back, and made manageable, by a leather grey string in a ponytail and the lowest parts stopping at the end of the shoulder blades. His bangs hang usually in front of his features, having escaped the ponytail and shadows his whole pale looking face, except for his chin. His eyes are a light blue color and are either cold, the most general look, or gleaming with a cruel delight as he forces someone in an uncomfortable position, either strangling the males in a rather sadistic mood or forcing a woman to pleasure him, his features itself are sharp and give him a harsh or strict demeanor to him. His mouth is thin and the upper lip is a little bow-shaped, his voice is surprisingly smooth, like silk, but none could deny the edge to it when he wants it to be there. His fingers are thin and long, ready to wrap around someone in an instant with no regret or a sign that he hesitates. As said he seems weak but don’t let this fool you, he has a surprisingly strength in those limbs. He’s very silent when he moves around, giving him some profit of sneaking around without being noticed, he uses this mostly if he visits the women. He feels most comfortable in dark colors, helping him with sneaking around, only carrying some colors, even then mostly dark browns and greens, if he goes outside to explore, His skin because it’s pale, burns easily as it doesn’t seem used to the warmth. Even with his too skinny and bony look he wears rather tight clothes that show off to the others his little amount of muscle he could gather, making him rather appealing to the opposite sex.
Personality: There isn’t much said about him, only that he’s sadistic and very cruel, seeming twisted along with it. He doesn’t mind at all to hurt another being, mostly humans, not at all, even more if the people remind him of his demons, his father and brother, he wishes them all dead like the lowly creatures they are, deserve. Always finding new ways to torture them. Only when it comes to the kitten he had saved, he’s very protective, he came to be like this of the years of abuse he had to endure of his family. The only people he doesn’t seem to hate are the girls and women there, he sees them as objects he can bed whenever he pleases and toss away when he becomes tired of them. He doesn’t have any friends, nearly none as he prefers to be alone most of the time, only allowing the kitten, named kitty, that wouldn’t leave otherwise, to stay as it doesn’t talk almost seeming like a mute cat, just places itself in his lap or by his feet. He doesn’t avoid fights but he never would seek them on purpose, he also never would start them so that he can avoid getting the finger pointed at and getting some kind of punishment. If he’s sick of everything happening around him, he walks outside and will gaze at the star filled night-sky breathing in the fresh air, allowing him to relax he never will allow himself to relax inside. Many people call him antisocial and he is, no much doubt about it. Because of his antisocial nature he’s very silent and seems withdrawn and shy, but if one catches him unaware of staring at someone, they could see the hate burning, although being silent has also has it advantages. Unthanks his seemingly hate for everything he talks to the few friends he managed to gather, he sometimes play out the roll of ‘shy’ person very well, in reality, if what happened didn’t happen he would have been, some even found him pretty nice, once or twice a person could see the child inside him, reaching out to someone for protection, for comfort, for everything he was denied. He doesn’t like changing things very much, but he will adapt to it eventually.
History: Rearovin was the youngest out of four. His parents, and older male sibling living in one of the little shattered homes in the surrounding areas of the Rias hold. His family looked happy, although father and brother took a delight in beating Rearovin and his mother, his father more in a drunken rage, he had started this habit when he had heard his wife couldn’t bear more children because of Rearovin, or so he thinks. His father was a blacksmith, before he retired because of an accident with the iron, resulting in third degree burns and one dead man. His brother just went along, his tasks was doing the small jobs in and around the house, he was just as sadistic as his father but he was clear and not drunk. Rearovin later heard out of his own father’s mouth that he hoped he would kill the boy. Rearovin only really felt love for his mother, a housewife. although he had to admit to his own shame that he, just like his father and brother, also saw her as an object, the result of hearing that she was worth nothing and that he (his father) needed to get rid of her also and she also did beat him, but to a lesser extend than his father and brother did and more out of frustration because she was beated herself. Later they would find more manners to torture him; denying food, hot pokers. He learned so to hide his emotions from an early age, knowing that they only would beat him harder to see the same reaction over and over, although, it didn’t seem to stop them having the opposite reaction it seemed, they beated him harder trying to get some kind of reaction out of him this time. One day, when his father in a real bad fit of drunk rage tried to rape the boy, and his mother stood up in a fit of ‘love’ and saved him, taking his beating upon her.
He grew more bitter towards them and retreaded even further into himself. His heart and mind seemed to snap and he became angry enough that he would have killed them, just as his father, with the help of his brother who was slightly unwillingly, killed his mother, but when it went away and when he saw them unconscious on the floor he let out a strangled gasp and fled the house, leaving everything behind, from his clothes, to his memories and to his demons, not willing to see his dead mother on the ground every time he looked at that spot on the floor. He didn’t know what he had to do anymore and where he had to go. He stumbled only by luck across a village and entered it, only to hear a strangled scream that couldn’t belong to a human, fearing for the being’s live as he didn’t want it to experience what he had to go through the abuse(he heard it in the scream, years of experience he calls it) he had suffered, raced towards the sound. He found a group of older and local boys of the town torturing a small kitten, making his anger spark again as it still howled its pain towards the skies, he attacked them without hesitation in a brave but weird moment of courage; and with his wit and still small posture he managed to chase them from the kitten, earning himself some small scratches and bruises, picking it up and petting it. He noticing it flinch every time he did so, he decided to take it with him and named it Kitty, planning to change it later to make it easier, the feline responded fine to it and the name kind of stuck, soon enough they became a ‘team’ none could be found without the other, even in water.
But on one day when he was walking around in search for a good spot he could stay a few days, a rider found him, taking pity. He ordered his Dragon to land which did so, making Rearovin jump out of his skin in fright and tenseness, not noticing the sympathy in the other man's eyes. He was about to offer him some food when the Dragon (Okasrith) commented that he would make a good Candidate for the clutch that was on the sands. He took note of this and explained things that he came from the Weyr and that he would make a good candidate, having the chance to become one. Rearovin took the chance, wanting the freedom that could offer him after putting much thought into it, he didn’t believe it actually, but the dragon spoke louder than any words could; although he didn’t trust the man, he accepted the hand and allowed himself to be taken to the Weyr and hoped that he would impress on one in the clutch, taking Kitty and snuggling it safely against him as they took off in a, so Rearovin hoped, a better life. When he arrived at the Weyr he was in awe, thanking the man silently he went away to explore the grounds, all of this when the man had taken off once more.
Father: Ralph
Mother: Cecille (deceased, killed by Ralph and Kain)
Siblings: One brother named Kain
Pets: A small feline named Kitty
I hope this is okay after I finished ^^;
Dragon Name: Wineryth
Dragon Color: Crimson
Age: younger than one
Personality: He's a dragon that isn't too sure of himself. He rather keeps to the side-lines than mingle between the others; much like the one he calls His, yet unlike him he is rather understanding of others if they make a small mistake or something akin too it. He can sometimes be rude though and only think about himself and His, especially if said person is threatened.
Appearence: his deep, blood hued skull is the first that one would notice of this one. The rest of his body is a hue lighter like the blood that runs out of small wounds; whereas the skull is more like the blood that spews out of an artery.
