Post by DaeSiggil on Jan 27, 2009 1:50:14 GMT -5
Hall: Healer Hall
Name: Aearion (Eye-ARE-ee-on)
Gender: Male
Craft: Healing
Rank: Journeyman
Age: 41 turns
Appearance: He is a big guy about 5'9", unthanks his quite old age, he is strong. He seems to brute to work with wounds like a healer. But he has surprisingly tender hands with fingers that can handle fine things like needles, though they are rough from earlier work when he was a child. His general appearance may suggest he's healthy, but he isn't. He's slightly underweight, and seems to depend on the weather as it's sometimes okay all of a sudden.
His hair is short and a dark auburn brown-red although it starts to starts to grey on his sleeps. His eyes a dark green-brown color with specks of lighter brown through with a normal shape that everyone has, from far they may appear a strange color, like an amber-ish color and carry a strict look from time to time. His face is friendly and open. As a shadow side though, he may suddenly become strict looking, the time for joking and making fun is done.
His nose is broad, his lips are quite small compared to it. His eyebrows are like dark caterpillars placed over his eyes, shadowing them but do not hide the glistering.
His voice is a deep, warm baritone that is pleasant to listen too.
His shoulders are broad along with his chest with muscles, his waist is, compared to that, narrow. His legs suggest that he runs a lot, his arms that he carries a heavy weight from time to time, unthanks the straining muscles he seems to carry a swimmer's body and has a strange elegance to him, also, unlike his build insists he can move around soundless although he tends to make his footsteps loud enough that he doesn't startle anyone.
Better hidden because the healthy looking and dark tan over his skin are the scars, caused by small accidents when a Dragon (or the rider) got mad from the pain.
He doesn't carry something special. He just takes and wears the first clothes he gets his hands on, if he perchance is out for new clothes he just looks for them, depending if he thinks them nice or not, or someone else will do this for him.
Personality: He is a nice and very social guy and more than once a Dragon, Men or other sought him out for a good, long talk. He's thoughtful and is quick to voice said thoughts to the outside world and also he's found often to chat about his children, wife or home, carrying a huge smile. The 'darker' thoughts are to himself, like small problems he can deal with himself, but those times aren't often that he hides his thoughts.
He doesn't mind that they play pranks, tell jokes about him, even when he's close by. He's found often laughing alongside with them.
He isn't quick to anger, but once you got him angry enough you can better run, those arms could easily break limbs like they where a twig.
Sometimes if everything around him is too much he will walk outside, staying in a silence no one can break. He doesn't mind that they stand next to him and talk, but they just don't need to expect an answer..
Although once he's in the healer mode the gentle, caring person is gone and his word is command then and he won't take crap from anyone. One could find him yelling commands around to the novices and journeymen and they comply, not wanting to anger the 'gentle giant' because his anger can be a terrible thing.
He doesn't stand for fights and never will start one and doesn't step in one. But he will take the two fighting persons apart and force them to either apology or ignore each other for the rest if it goes too far for him.
History: He was born like most of the people in a hold and was raised there. He had a lot of friends and it was rare to see them apart. He seemed like most children, once destined to stand for a clutch as a Candidate, but this was not to be true. He found a wounded bird once and in place of killing it, he took it with him to his home and tried to save its live, although he already knew it was futile. This didn't stop him from trying, so the shock of it not working wasn't as hard as it should have been. His parents where surprised that he still seemed shaken and upset but they cast it from their minds.
When years passed he took more and more wounded animals to his home, some get back healthy, but more often than not they still died. His parents finally noticed his tendency for healing and one way or another arranged that he could go from home as a healer novice. He took the chance with both hands and went off, there he learned he could heal a lot more if he learned hard and worked hard. Determined he did so, many complimented him, but it was never enough for him. He wanted to learn, he wanted to be the best, but unlike other novices he knew when it was enough.
He was delighted when he on his twenty-five was promoted to Journeyman, he felt like it couldn't turn happier. He had a wife who loved him, he could care for himself and her. He didn't slack off though in his work as he knew that it would start just now and continued to give his best, even when he felt like giving up one of his friends would talk to him and gave him the courage to continue, what really let him continue was the birth of his son when he was Thirty-one.
He doesn't expect to be promoted to be master at all, not even after eleven to twelve years. Six year ago, when he was thirty-five his daughter Zora was born, filling him with great joy.
But then disaster seemed to struck him, his wife wasn't happy anymore with him, the same woman he adored with all his heart, body and soul. He understood this though and let her leave with great pain in his own heart, tears nearly streaming from his eyes. He didn't hate her, he just loved her all the more, to the day of today they're still friends and no awkwardness can be seen between those two if they see each other.
Father: Raiden (71, alive, former herdbeast holder)
Mother: Arania (67, alive, former herdbeast holder and housewife)
Siblings: None.
(Ex-)Wife: Annie (38, alive)
Children: Devlin (10 year) and Zora (6 year)
Pets: None for the moment
Name: Aearion (Eye-ARE-ee-on)
Gender: Male
Craft: Healing
Rank: Journeyman
Age: 41 turns
Appearance: He is a big guy about 5'9", unthanks his quite old age, he is strong. He seems to brute to work with wounds like a healer. But he has surprisingly tender hands with fingers that can handle fine things like needles, though they are rough from earlier work when he was a child. His general appearance may suggest he's healthy, but he isn't. He's slightly underweight, and seems to depend on the weather as it's sometimes okay all of a sudden.
His hair is short and a dark auburn brown-red although it starts to starts to grey on his sleeps. His eyes a dark green-brown color with specks of lighter brown through with a normal shape that everyone has, from far they may appear a strange color, like an amber-ish color and carry a strict look from time to time. His face is friendly and open. As a shadow side though, he may suddenly become strict looking, the time for joking and making fun is done.
His nose is broad, his lips are quite small compared to it. His eyebrows are like dark caterpillars placed over his eyes, shadowing them but do not hide the glistering.
His voice is a deep, warm baritone that is pleasant to listen too.
His shoulders are broad along with his chest with muscles, his waist is, compared to that, narrow. His legs suggest that he runs a lot, his arms that he carries a heavy weight from time to time, unthanks the straining muscles he seems to carry a swimmer's body and has a strange elegance to him, also, unlike his build insists he can move around soundless although he tends to make his footsteps loud enough that he doesn't startle anyone.
Better hidden because the healthy looking and dark tan over his skin are the scars, caused by small accidents when a Dragon (or the rider) got mad from the pain.
He doesn't carry something special. He just takes and wears the first clothes he gets his hands on, if he perchance is out for new clothes he just looks for them, depending if he thinks them nice or not, or someone else will do this for him.
Personality: He is a nice and very social guy and more than once a Dragon, Men or other sought him out for a good, long talk. He's thoughtful and is quick to voice said thoughts to the outside world and also he's found often to chat about his children, wife or home, carrying a huge smile. The 'darker' thoughts are to himself, like small problems he can deal with himself, but those times aren't often that he hides his thoughts.
He doesn't mind that they play pranks, tell jokes about him, even when he's close by. He's found often laughing alongside with them.
He isn't quick to anger, but once you got him angry enough you can better run, those arms could easily break limbs like they where a twig.
Sometimes if everything around him is too much he will walk outside, staying in a silence no one can break. He doesn't mind that they stand next to him and talk, but they just don't need to expect an answer..
Although once he's in the healer mode the gentle, caring person is gone and his word is command then and he won't take crap from anyone. One could find him yelling commands around to the novices and journeymen and they comply, not wanting to anger the 'gentle giant' because his anger can be a terrible thing.
He doesn't stand for fights and never will start one and doesn't step in one. But he will take the two fighting persons apart and force them to either apology or ignore each other for the rest if it goes too far for him.
History: He was born like most of the people in a hold and was raised there. He had a lot of friends and it was rare to see them apart. He seemed like most children, once destined to stand for a clutch as a Candidate, but this was not to be true. He found a wounded bird once and in place of killing it, he took it with him to his home and tried to save its live, although he already knew it was futile. This didn't stop him from trying, so the shock of it not working wasn't as hard as it should have been. His parents where surprised that he still seemed shaken and upset but they cast it from their minds.
When years passed he took more and more wounded animals to his home, some get back healthy, but more often than not they still died. His parents finally noticed his tendency for healing and one way or another arranged that he could go from home as a healer novice. He took the chance with both hands and went off, there he learned he could heal a lot more if he learned hard and worked hard. Determined he did so, many complimented him, but it was never enough for him. He wanted to learn, he wanted to be the best, but unlike other novices he knew when it was enough.
He was delighted when he on his twenty-five was promoted to Journeyman, he felt like it couldn't turn happier. He had a wife who loved him, he could care for himself and her. He didn't slack off though in his work as he knew that it would start just now and continued to give his best, even when he felt like giving up one of his friends would talk to him and gave him the courage to continue, what really let him continue was the birth of his son when he was Thirty-one.
He doesn't expect to be promoted to be master at all, not even after eleven to twelve years. Six year ago, when he was thirty-five his daughter Zora was born, filling him with great joy.
But then disaster seemed to struck him, his wife wasn't happy anymore with him, the same woman he adored with all his heart, body and soul. He understood this though and let her leave with great pain in his own heart, tears nearly streaming from his eyes. He didn't hate her, he just loved her all the more, to the day of today they're still friends and no awkwardness can be seen between those two if they see each other.
Father: Raiden (71, alive, former herdbeast holder)
Mother: Arania (67, alive, former herdbeast holder and housewife)
Siblings: None.
(Ex-)Wife: Annie (38, alive)
Children: Devlin (10 year) and Zora (6 year)
Pets: None for the moment
