Post by Lyrikitty on Sept 6, 2011 12:10:05 GMT -5
Weyr: Skrull
Name: Nebula (N'bula after Impression)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: 19
Face Claim: Wentworth Miller
Appearance: The first thing to strike you is the very short hair, kept close to the scalp. Dark brown in hue it looks as a shadow over Nebula's head. If granted the chance to grow out it would show a slight wave, but he refuses to allow such a thing. The second to strike a person are is intense eyes. A rich, silvery gray that seems to pin one in place beneath their scrutiny. He possesses the sort of gaze which can freeze a person in mid-step, or cause someone to follow him without question.
He is of average height with a powerful build, just shy of that which one might expect to see of a smith. He's by no means such a thing though. Born and raised within the Weyr he's never touched a tool of craft save for what is included in his candidacy chores.
In clothing he picks whatever is at the top of his chest. Most of the time the colors are grays, blues, blacks, and n occasional green for tunics and leggings are black and various shades of brown. Heavy boots adorn his feet always. He doesn't dance and so has no use for light boots which are made for quicker feet, and as a general rule of thumb if you drop something on your toes you want as much protection as possible.
Personality: He could be described as several things, but the easiest of them would be a hero. He's the sort of guy you an just depend on, no matter what. He doesn't seek out attention or praise for it, he doesn't even remind people he's helped about it. If he sees someone in a tough spot, be it life-threatening or just a little difficult, he's there to help and give his all. Why? Well that's simple, he's a good guy with a good heart.
Oddly though, he's a remarkably stand-offish person. If you'd never met him and no one told you about him in advance it would be extremely easy to dislike him, and even those who have known him all his life can be put off by his temperament. He seems perfectly happy to withdraw into his own mind and ignore the world around unless he's actively needed. He doesn't seek out companionship and will often walk away from people who try to talk to him, though he honestly wishes he were better with social skills. If pressed he seems to get snappish and irate, bordering in violent. He would never genuinely hurt someone he sees undeserving though, it's a bluff that is usually most effective. Jokingly people have said he's like a mythical guardian, present when needed, but the moment his duty is finished he simply vanishes, and this is accurate. He's friendly, charming, and witty when he's trying to help someone, making people feel at ease and trusting toward him.
All the more confusing, when looking at the whole.
He is highly intelligent, and perhaps that factors in to his disagreeable personality. Those of high intelligence find it hard to relate and interact with people who are not on par with them. He hasn't spent much time with anyone who he could hold an intelligent conversation with much so this is not a proven fact.
His temper is generally slow to come, most of the time what is shown is only a bluff. Insults roll off his shoulders, jabs bounce off his thick skin, and attempts to rile him are met with no more than a half-amused smirk and a grunt. The only apparent way to genuinely bring him into a rage is to threaten someone who is innocent. His deep sense of valiant justice is almost inspiring, if he weren't such a recluse most of the time.
History: Born and raised within the deep tunnels of Skrull Island Weyr, Nebula knows his home like the back of his hand. As a tot he was cared for by his dam, though his sire had little to do with him save occasionally stopping in and seeing the lad was alive and well. As such, Nebula devolved an admiration for his mother which later turned into a devotion to trying to help people who were in need of it. It was hard for Naeblu to raise her son alone, and he often heard her in the darkness of night wishing that his father had stuck by her side to help.
When he matured into a teen he offered his mother all the help he could, thus enacting his first efforts of playing the hero. It was a minor thing, fetching food for her, keeping her weyr clean and tidy, ect. but it was helpful all the same. Of course he wasn't able to see her as much, for he was soon in candidacy classes and learning all he'd need to know in order to be a rider of Skrull, should he be found worthy by one of the eggs buried in the sands.
His first major act or heroism came in his fourteenth turn. It earned him a broken arm, three shattered ribs, and a cracked collar bone. A pair of young weyrling were playing on the third level on the edge of the shaft, not intending to do any harm but playfully pushing each other around. Their young dragons were following behind them, creeling with concern for the boys. Nebula was a level above and on his way to the first for a snack after lessons when he saw one of the boys push the other a little too hard, and send him stumbling over the edge. Action came before thought, as both the dragons were too young to know what to do in the situation, and the other lad could do nothing but watch. Nebula jumped in an elegant dive and grabbed the boy, catching him before the boy had dropped a full level. The angel at which Nebula had propelled himself allowed him to angel both of them now to collide with the floor of the second level, Nebula hitting first and cushioning the crash of the other.
What would have likely been a death was turned into a few bruises and scrapes, along with a mild concussion for the boy. Nebula was rushed to the infirmary, barly able to keep his eyes open as he swam in and out of the tempting darkness of sleep and bandaged up. When he was released, he brushed off the many praises which were showered on him, in fact telling off some of the people who tried to give him rewards for his brave act.
Since then he's not done anything so dangerous, though that's only because he's not been in a position where such a threat was present. Instead he's handled smaller issues and continued in his classes, hoping against odds that perhaps he will be seen fit for Impression before it's too late.
Father: Luaneb
Mother: Naeblu
Siblings: None
Pets: None yet
Color Preference & Why: I dunno... Something delightfully fun for him. if he doesn't Impress I'd like him to transfer to CCW, and if not Impressing at that Hatching, continuing on to the next Weyr due. He's mainly to give an candidate for the Hatchings, though I intend to keep him for myself after Impression.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Ghost (I personally have a dislike of them. Nothing personal, but meh.); Sturmgeist (Same reason. I know, silly reason, but I'm silly so what can I say?); Emerald (The violent personality wouldn't fit in with him well. Granted an odd-ball Emerald like Ty would do fine with him, but as a rule Emeralds aren't so very pleasant)
Name: Nebula (N'bula after Impression)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: 19
Face Claim: Wentworth Miller
Appearance: The first thing to strike you is the very short hair, kept close to the scalp. Dark brown in hue it looks as a shadow over Nebula's head. If granted the chance to grow out it would show a slight wave, but he refuses to allow such a thing. The second to strike a person are is intense eyes. A rich, silvery gray that seems to pin one in place beneath their scrutiny. He possesses the sort of gaze which can freeze a person in mid-step, or cause someone to follow him without question.
He is of average height with a powerful build, just shy of that which one might expect to see of a smith. He's by no means such a thing though. Born and raised within the Weyr he's never touched a tool of craft save for what is included in his candidacy chores.
In clothing he picks whatever is at the top of his chest. Most of the time the colors are grays, blues, blacks, and n occasional green for tunics and leggings are black and various shades of brown. Heavy boots adorn his feet always. He doesn't dance and so has no use for light boots which are made for quicker feet, and as a general rule of thumb if you drop something on your toes you want as much protection as possible.
Personality: He could be described as several things, but the easiest of them would be a hero. He's the sort of guy you an just depend on, no matter what. He doesn't seek out attention or praise for it, he doesn't even remind people he's helped about it. If he sees someone in a tough spot, be it life-threatening or just a little difficult, he's there to help and give his all. Why? Well that's simple, he's a good guy with a good heart.
Oddly though, he's a remarkably stand-offish person. If you'd never met him and no one told you about him in advance it would be extremely easy to dislike him, and even those who have known him all his life can be put off by his temperament. He seems perfectly happy to withdraw into his own mind and ignore the world around unless he's actively needed. He doesn't seek out companionship and will often walk away from people who try to talk to him, though he honestly wishes he were better with social skills. If pressed he seems to get snappish and irate, bordering in violent. He would never genuinely hurt someone he sees undeserving though, it's a bluff that is usually most effective. Jokingly people have said he's like a mythical guardian, present when needed, but the moment his duty is finished he simply vanishes, and this is accurate. He's friendly, charming, and witty when he's trying to help someone, making people feel at ease and trusting toward him.
All the more confusing, when looking at the whole.
He is highly intelligent, and perhaps that factors in to his disagreeable personality. Those of high intelligence find it hard to relate and interact with people who are not on par with them. He hasn't spent much time with anyone who he could hold an intelligent conversation with much so this is not a proven fact.
His temper is generally slow to come, most of the time what is shown is only a bluff. Insults roll off his shoulders, jabs bounce off his thick skin, and attempts to rile him are met with no more than a half-amused smirk and a grunt. The only apparent way to genuinely bring him into a rage is to threaten someone who is innocent. His deep sense of valiant justice is almost inspiring, if he weren't such a recluse most of the time.
History: Born and raised within the deep tunnels of Skrull Island Weyr, Nebula knows his home like the back of his hand. As a tot he was cared for by his dam, though his sire had little to do with him save occasionally stopping in and seeing the lad was alive and well. As such, Nebula devolved an admiration for his mother which later turned into a devotion to trying to help people who were in need of it. It was hard for Naeblu to raise her son alone, and he often heard her in the darkness of night wishing that his father had stuck by her side to help.
When he matured into a teen he offered his mother all the help he could, thus enacting his first efforts of playing the hero. It was a minor thing, fetching food for her, keeping her weyr clean and tidy, ect. but it was helpful all the same. Of course he wasn't able to see her as much, for he was soon in candidacy classes and learning all he'd need to know in order to be a rider of Skrull, should he be found worthy by one of the eggs buried in the sands.
His first major act or heroism came in his fourteenth turn. It earned him a broken arm, three shattered ribs, and a cracked collar bone. A pair of young weyrling were playing on the third level on the edge of the shaft, not intending to do any harm but playfully pushing each other around. Their young dragons were following behind them, creeling with concern for the boys. Nebula was a level above and on his way to the first for a snack after lessons when he saw one of the boys push the other a little too hard, and send him stumbling over the edge. Action came before thought, as both the dragons were too young to know what to do in the situation, and the other lad could do nothing but watch. Nebula jumped in an elegant dive and grabbed the boy, catching him before the boy had dropped a full level. The angel at which Nebula had propelled himself allowed him to angel both of them now to collide with the floor of the second level, Nebula hitting first and cushioning the crash of the other.
What would have likely been a death was turned into a few bruises and scrapes, along with a mild concussion for the boy. Nebula was rushed to the infirmary, barly able to keep his eyes open as he swam in and out of the tempting darkness of sleep and bandaged up. When he was released, he brushed off the many praises which were showered on him, in fact telling off some of the people who tried to give him rewards for his brave act.
Since then he's not done anything so dangerous, though that's only because he's not been in a position where such a threat was present. Instead he's handled smaller issues and continued in his classes, hoping against odds that perhaps he will be seen fit for Impression before it's too late.
Father: Luaneb
Mother: Naeblu
Siblings: None
Pets: None yet
Color Preference & Why: I dunno... Something delightfully fun for him. if he doesn't Impress I'd like him to transfer to CCW, and if not Impressing at that Hatching, continuing on to the next Weyr due. He's mainly to give an candidate for the Hatchings, though I intend to keep him for myself after Impression.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Ghost (I personally have a dislike of them. Nothing personal, but meh.); Sturmgeist (Same reason. I know, silly reason, but I'm silly so what can I say?); Emerald (The violent personality wouldn't fit in with him well. Granted an odd-ball Emerald like Ty would do fine with him, but as a rule Emeralds aren't so very pleasant)
I'd say accepted. It'll be interesting to see what he actually ends up with -Goads you to changing him to Solainoti so he can get a Solar or a Tempest-.