Post by scottie on Aug 17, 2011 23:22:27 GMT -5
Weyr: New Cove
Name: Ronon
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: twenty-two
Appearence: Another one of the tall sons of Torran. He is taller than average, but not the towering giant his brother Rilom is. He has the signature broad shoulders that seem to go with his father's lineage. His frame is muscular, but not overly so that he's bulky. There is a little bit of pudge that clings to areas of his torso, but it just softens the lines of him, doesn't really inhibit. He is a dusky, kind of tan-beige color skin-wise. His hair is often short, some-what wavy and brown. His facial features are thin, but sharply defined and a bit rounded, masculine. His jaw is strong, well defined. His eyes are soft and welcoming, blue-grey in color, not quite the startling silver his father was known for, but certainly declaring of his parentage.
Personality: As first born, he has this need to try to please, to try and fulfill duties even if he doesn't want them. The one he finds himself in most often without actually wanting to be in it is leader. He's actually happier playing second fiddle, a place where he doesn't have to worry about messing up or being responsible for as many others. He's alright with smaller responsibilities, but he still likes to have someone above him to back him up, to fall back on if he can't succeed alone. His confidence is sketchy at best sometimes. He has issues with self-doubt. His second guessing and concern about others often put him in trouble. Where as, alone when he doesn't have to worry about others or how things play out for them, he functions much better and is much more confident in himself and his decisions. He is good at strategy, but better at thinking on the fly.
He's a very intelligent male who enjoys putting his brain to use more than his muscle often, though isn't afraid to muscle it when he has to. He's clever and skillful at things he puts his mind to. If he enjoys something, he can focus on it to the point of obsession, working for perfection, often forgetting the necessities of life in his persuits. He is not the kind of guy who loves being the center of attention, but he's not introverted either. He shares his thoughts and emotions freely. He's trustworthy and loyal, dedicatedly so.
History: Of all of the sons of Torran, Ronon was actually the only one born out of love, at least half-way so. Athnys, sister of the great soldier Aleskal, loved the wetboy and entered an affair with him. At first, she was the only woman, and soon enough, Ronon came along, a healthy, strong baby boy. He was the apple of his mother's eye. She doted on him and he started his life as carefree as could be.
Then Torran got ahold of him. The boy was stolen away in the cover of night at four turns of age, a hand clamped over his mouth to keep him from screaming. For sevendays he went with little sleep, afraid of his new Master and hoping to just go home. It didn't matter. Torran broke into him fast with training, teaching the small child the arts of poison and small weapons. He taught the boy acrobatics, how to move, how to think, how to use what he had to defend himself or complete a job. He tried to teach the child how to survive. When nothing seemed to work, Torran brought in a training partner; Rilom, Ronon's half brother. The two were very near the same age, just a little apart.
At first, the company proved good for Ronon, the competition made him more of a fighting spirit, but the closer he got to Rilom, the softer he got to him. The boys tended to be equally matched, and no matter how hard Torran pushed, he lacked the killer instinct and lack of conscience that a wetboy needed. The child was noble, honorable, like his mother and his uncle. Not at all like his father other than a slight temper that took a lot to provoke. The boy had all the physical talent necessary, just not the mental. So Torran decided to get rid of him.
"What do you want me to do with him?"
"Whatever you want, though, his mother would probably appreciate it if he were returned to her."
But Ronon never made it to his mother, at least not in time to really be of any help or use. The woman was gone by that time. His uncle Aleskal took him in, started to train him to be a soldier a great one which was something Ronon was honestly more suited to. He kept up with his battle training, a more honest form with out the sneaky tricks that went with being a wetboy. He got along with the other kids in his training group. He was actually happy. He could read, he could spar, he could do chores and not have to worry about failing. Aleskal constantly reassured him of that.
"If you fall down, get back up, go until you win, go until you are your best, not anyone else's best, boy."
There was nothing but encouragement and in it he thrived. He grew effortlessly stronger, faster, smarter. When Rilom came to join him, things got better. The larger boy took control quickly and Ronon was always his right-hand man. The team work between them was impeccable, with someone covering his back, Ronon could be unstoppable, with someone there to fall on, he had no problems with leading in battle games, stepping up into his own. When forced to do so alone, however, he tended to crumble, second guess, though always sacrificing himself for those who served under him. He worked hard. Spent hours out in the sun every day.
Then Rilom was selected to be a candidate. Jealousy streaked through Ronon, not for the first time either. That night, he took off, leaving. He didn't turn up until a turn later when he found himself selected to stand as candidate at New Cove. His pattern didn't change. He took to the new 'soil' as it were like a weed. He set in his roots and got into the swing of things, working as hard as he could, keeping up, making friends, though dreading every time on the sands. The first one was exciting, but there after, time after time of getting passed over... he lost a taste for it. He just wanted it to be done.
Father: Torran
Mother: Athnys
Siblings: Rilom, Ruen, Rhenik, Radath, and Rycage (half brothers by father)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Whatever is seen fit. =3
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A
Name: Ronon
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: twenty-two
Appearence: Another one of the tall sons of Torran. He is taller than average, but not the towering giant his brother Rilom is. He has the signature broad shoulders that seem to go with his father's lineage. His frame is muscular, but not overly so that he's bulky. There is a little bit of pudge that clings to areas of his torso, but it just softens the lines of him, doesn't really inhibit. He is a dusky, kind of tan-beige color skin-wise. His hair is often short, some-what wavy and brown. His facial features are thin, but sharply defined and a bit rounded, masculine. His jaw is strong, well defined. His eyes are soft and welcoming, blue-grey in color, not quite the startling silver his father was known for, but certainly declaring of his parentage.
Personality: As first born, he has this need to try to please, to try and fulfill duties even if he doesn't want them. The one he finds himself in most often without actually wanting to be in it is leader. He's actually happier playing second fiddle, a place where he doesn't have to worry about messing up or being responsible for as many others. He's alright with smaller responsibilities, but he still likes to have someone above him to back him up, to fall back on if he can't succeed alone. His confidence is sketchy at best sometimes. He has issues with self-doubt. His second guessing and concern about others often put him in trouble. Where as, alone when he doesn't have to worry about others or how things play out for them, he functions much better and is much more confident in himself and his decisions. He is good at strategy, but better at thinking on the fly.
He's a very intelligent male who enjoys putting his brain to use more than his muscle often, though isn't afraid to muscle it when he has to. He's clever and skillful at things he puts his mind to. If he enjoys something, he can focus on it to the point of obsession, working for perfection, often forgetting the necessities of life in his persuits. He is not the kind of guy who loves being the center of attention, but he's not introverted either. He shares his thoughts and emotions freely. He's trustworthy and loyal, dedicatedly so.
History: Of all of the sons of Torran, Ronon was actually the only one born out of love, at least half-way so. Athnys, sister of the great soldier Aleskal, loved the wetboy and entered an affair with him. At first, she was the only woman, and soon enough, Ronon came along, a healthy, strong baby boy. He was the apple of his mother's eye. She doted on him and he started his life as carefree as could be.
Then Torran got ahold of him. The boy was stolen away in the cover of night at four turns of age, a hand clamped over his mouth to keep him from screaming. For sevendays he went with little sleep, afraid of his new Master and hoping to just go home. It didn't matter. Torran broke into him fast with training, teaching the small child the arts of poison and small weapons. He taught the boy acrobatics, how to move, how to think, how to use what he had to defend himself or complete a job. He tried to teach the child how to survive. When nothing seemed to work, Torran brought in a training partner; Rilom, Ronon's half brother. The two were very near the same age, just a little apart.
At first, the company proved good for Ronon, the competition made him more of a fighting spirit, but the closer he got to Rilom, the softer he got to him. The boys tended to be equally matched, and no matter how hard Torran pushed, he lacked the killer instinct and lack of conscience that a wetboy needed. The child was noble, honorable, like his mother and his uncle. Not at all like his father other than a slight temper that took a lot to provoke. The boy had all the physical talent necessary, just not the mental. So Torran decided to get rid of him.
"What do you want me to do with him?"
"Whatever you want, though, his mother would probably appreciate it if he were returned to her."
But Ronon never made it to his mother, at least not in time to really be of any help or use. The woman was gone by that time. His uncle Aleskal took him in, started to train him to be a soldier a great one which was something Ronon was honestly more suited to. He kept up with his battle training, a more honest form with out the sneaky tricks that went with being a wetboy. He got along with the other kids in his training group. He was actually happy. He could read, he could spar, he could do chores and not have to worry about failing. Aleskal constantly reassured him of that.
"If you fall down, get back up, go until you win, go until you are your best, not anyone else's best, boy."
There was nothing but encouragement and in it he thrived. He grew effortlessly stronger, faster, smarter. When Rilom came to join him, things got better. The larger boy took control quickly and Ronon was always his right-hand man. The team work between them was impeccable, with someone covering his back, Ronon could be unstoppable, with someone there to fall on, he had no problems with leading in battle games, stepping up into his own. When forced to do so alone, however, he tended to crumble, second guess, though always sacrificing himself for those who served under him. He worked hard. Spent hours out in the sun every day.
Then Rilom was selected to be a candidate. Jealousy streaked through Ronon, not for the first time either. That night, he took off, leaving. He didn't turn up until a turn later when he found himself selected to stand as candidate at New Cove. His pattern didn't change. He took to the new 'soil' as it were like a weed. He set in his roots and got into the swing of things, working as hard as he could, keeping up, making friends, though dreading every time on the sands. The first one was exciting, but there after, time after time of getting passed over... he lost a taste for it. He just wanted it to be done.
Father: Torran
Mother: Athnys
Siblings: Rilom, Ruen, Rhenik, Radath, and Rycage (half brothers by father)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Whatever is seen fit. =3
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A
