Post by scottie on Aug 18, 2011 10:23:08 GMT -5
Weyr: Eden
Name: Ruen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: twenty-one
Appearence: Ruen is a striking, compact form of chaos and mayhem without bloodshed. He isn't tall, but he certainly isn't short; about average really. He is built solid though. His shoulders are broad and sturdy, frame muscular and a little bulky. His arms are rather impressively large in diameter. He has an ivory-toned complexion without being pale and it contrasts rather nicely with his jet-black hair and the silver-grey eyes that he inheritted from his father. He has a softer, more rounded jawline than his brothers. His features tend to be more full and boyishly masculine, they have an impish quality to them as well as an innocent one. He can change from trouble to a puppy in the blink of an eye. His high-contrast coloring makes him easily more flashy than his brothers. To go with it is a lopsided, mischeivious smile that just screams 'chaos right at you'. He already looks to be full grown and matured, showing a frequent dark shadow on his face or sporting coarse, black stubble. He tends to look messy and carelessly unkempt. There are scars across one upper arm and down across his chest where a hatchling has tried to rip into him before.
Personality: The hallmark of Ruen's personality is his mischief. He just can't be happy unless he's causing confusion, mass havoc, or pissing somebody off. While he enjoys angering others, it's markedly hard to anger him - most conflicts he treats like games, keeping a calm and level head, acting only vaguely amused. His temper, once sparked is cold. He doesn't hold grudges, but he always gets even. He tends to be lazy. Why work when he can trick someone else into doing it for him? He's a prankster. He doesn't enjoy hard work or things being made complex and difficult for him, but he's happy to make things difficult for everyone else. He says what he thinks when it benefits him and lies when that benefits him. Sometimes he says whatever he thinks will get the most reaction just to see the reaction. He likes being the manipulator, the one with some control over what goes on. Organized chaos, really. He does not like feeling helpless at all. He can't stand actually doing nothing. Even as lazy as he sometimes is, he is still always involved in things. His head never shuts off. It's always active. He pays intense attention to everything, keeping up with conversations he's not involved in. He'll surprise people with how much he knows and the little things he does to show he's not actually a heartless jerk and does care.
As with all of the sons of Torran, he's very intelligent, then again, it would take a lot of thinking and effort to come up with a lot of what he does come up with. He's witty, clever, and sarcastic. The boy's got some snark to him. It takes a lot more work to avoid work than one would think, and the right attitude. He's always sure of himself to the point of being cocky. He acts like he belongs and like he's in charge. It often leads to people thinking he is. He wouldn't tell them otherwise. He's not the person you send in to deal with emotional situations. He's the person you send in to fix problems no one else could. Need a distraction? Ruen's your guy. Just be careful - he does have a reputation for leaving things in well... ruins. He purposely mucks things up. While he's all for causing havoc and trouble, he does have morals. He's not an inherently violent person. He isn't known for swinging back in physical conflicts, just dancing around and dodging until his opponent is tired out. He's a flirt. Any girl is a potential target. He will hit on them, make them feel like a Queen and then forget their name. He's got a short-term memory, or at least he acts like he does. It's up for debate whether he forgets things earnestly or just pretends to in order to irritate.
History: The third son born to Torran and the one that the wetboy thought would turn out the best. Instead of making a wetboy out of the black-haired boy with the startling silver eyes, Torran made a monster. The thing that set Ruen appart from his previous brothers was his parentage; sure, Torran was his father, but his mother was a rider. Not an exceptional one, not a high ranking one, but still a dragon rider. The boy was supposed to be good stock.
And, physically he was. Kid put up more of a fight when Torran came for him than his older siblings had, actually sunk his teeth into the shadow's arm like the man were a side of meat. Everytime the wetboy tried to shake the kid or tried a form of discipline, the child just bounced back. Resiliant. It was like trying to do battle with a damn rock. A box to the ear didn't make the child stop, it just made him try harder. Tried to put a hand over the boy's mouth and it would be bitten. Torran had bred a devil of a child. That's what he'd done. A monster.
Then he decided to train the kid how to fight and kill. It was a mistake. Ruen, like his siblings, found himself standing possible choice to be a wetboy, to follow his father's footsteps, to be the best wetboy on all three continents. The man couldn't break him. The wake up calls before dawn when he attacked the child were met with defense, lazy though it were. Ruen would fight off the attack and flop stubbornly back down. The boy just didn't care. He slithered out of work. He became a quick expert on the art of vanishing and trickery. Never had a child frustrated Torran so.
"I am your MASTER, boy! I told you to take care of the weapons!"
"Mmm. Why?" The boy looked up at the shadow with innocent, curious eyes, and a dark glitter of mischief, oh, he knew what he was doing. That was the part that irked Torran the most.
"They aren't much use if they're rusted or dull, are they?" The man growled in answer.
"Why?"
"You ask 'why' one more time..."
"Why?"
Torran had put up with the insolent Ruen for four turns before he gave up on trying to break him. The kid would never be a wetboy. If he killed, he wasn't going to be quiet about it. He loved stirring up a fuss and being the center of attention. He loved to steal the spotlight. It was a bad influence on the most recent son of his, Rycage. Thus, Ruen was sent away, eight turns old and sent back to Eden Weyr, the home of his mother.
He proved just as insolent there. He stirred up trouble, picked up fights, and frequently seemed to disappear into thin air.
He cheated, he lied, he weasled his way out of work to do whatever he wanted. Any massive upset of the order of things usually traced back to him and one of his pranks. He got a reputation for being a delinquent. For that very reason he and most others were surprised when he was selected to stand as a candidate. Even though his standings in life had changed slightly, he hadn't. He still shirked any assigned duties if at all possible, irritated older kids, picked on younger ones, and got a good laugh out of it all.
Especially when the newer candidates got in trouble or messed up...
"I was just trying to do what I was told! Now it's all wrong and everyone's blaming me!" Poor boy looked close to tears. The present mentor sighed.
"It's alright, Luttan, no one's blaming you." She soothed. Ruen who was tasked with cleaning up the runt's mess snorted at her.
"I'm blaming you." A glare in his direction.
"I didn't mean to make everyone mad!"
"No one's mad at you, dear."
"/I'M/ mad at you." Another glare, again ignored.
"Everyone's gonna hate me!" The child sobbed. Clearly Ruen wasn't helping.
"No one hates you-"
"/I/ hate you. I really do. Can we feed him to a dragon?" He grinned up at the woman who gave him a look that could have killed if she'd had that talent. He was used to that look. Got it all the time. She tried to soothe the sobbing boy, leading him off. "You're goin' the wrong way! THE DRAGONS ARE THAT WAY!"
Time and time again he has taken his spot on the sands, and much to his mother's disappointment, hasn't a thing to show for it other than a few scars from an irked hatchling.
Father: Torran
Mother: Inage
Siblings: Ronon, Rilom, Rhenik, Radath, and Rycage (half brothers by father)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Something fun. -insert evil laughter here-
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A
Name: Ruen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Age: twenty-one
Appearence: Ruen is a striking, compact form of chaos and mayhem without bloodshed. He isn't tall, but he certainly isn't short; about average really. He is built solid though. His shoulders are broad and sturdy, frame muscular and a little bulky. His arms are rather impressively large in diameter. He has an ivory-toned complexion without being pale and it contrasts rather nicely with his jet-black hair and the silver-grey eyes that he inheritted from his father. He has a softer, more rounded jawline than his brothers. His features tend to be more full and boyishly masculine, they have an impish quality to them as well as an innocent one. He can change from trouble to a puppy in the blink of an eye. His high-contrast coloring makes him easily more flashy than his brothers. To go with it is a lopsided, mischeivious smile that just screams 'chaos right at you'. He already looks to be full grown and matured, showing a frequent dark shadow on his face or sporting coarse, black stubble. He tends to look messy and carelessly unkempt. There are scars across one upper arm and down across his chest where a hatchling has tried to rip into him before.
Personality: The hallmark of Ruen's personality is his mischief. He just can't be happy unless he's causing confusion, mass havoc, or pissing somebody off. While he enjoys angering others, it's markedly hard to anger him - most conflicts he treats like games, keeping a calm and level head, acting only vaguely amused. His temper, once sparked is cold. He doesn't hold grudges, but he always gets even. He tends to be lazy. Why work when he can trick someone else into doing it for him? He's a prankster. He doesn't enjoy hard work or things being made complex and difficult for him, but he's happy to make things difficult for everyone else. He says what he thinks when it benefits him and lies when that benefits him. Sometimes he says whatever he thinks will get the most reaction just to see the reaction. He likes being the manipulator, the one with some control over what goes on. Organized chaos, really. He does not like feeling helpless at all. He can't stand actually doing nothing. Even as lazy as he sometimes is, he is still always involved in things. His head never shuts off. It's always active. He pays intense attention to everything, keeping up with conversations he's not involved in. He'll surprise people with how much he knows and the little things he does to show he's not actually a heartless jerk and does care.
As with all of the sons of Torran, he's very intelligent, then again, it would take a lot of thinking and effort to come up with a lot of what he does come up with. He's witty, clever, and sarcastic. The boy's got some snark to him. It takes a lot more work to avoid work than one would think, and the right attitude. He's always sure of himself to the point of being cocky. He acts like he belongs and like he's in charge. It often leads to people thinking he is. He wouldn't tell them otherwise. He's not the person you send in to deal with emotional situations. He's the person you send in to fix problems no one else could. Need a distraction? Ruen's your guy. Just be careful - he does have a reputation for leaving things in well... ruins. He purposely mucks things up. While he's all for causing havoc and trouble, he does have morals. He's not an inherently violent person. He isn't known for swinging back in physical conflicts, just dancing around and dodging until his opponent is tired out. He's a flirt. Any girl is a potential target. He will hit on them, make them feel like a Queen and then forget their name. He's got a short-term memory, or at least he acts like he does. It's up for debate whether he forgets things earnestly or just pretends to in order to irritate.
History: The third son born to Torran and the one that the wetboy thought would turn out the best. Instead of making a wetboy out of the black-haired boy with the startling silver eyes, Torran made a monster. The thing that set Ruen appart from his previous brothers was his parentage; sure, Torran was his father, but his mother was a rider. Not an exceptional one, not a high ranking one, but still a dragon rider. The boy was supposed to be good stock.
And, physically he was. Kid put up more of a fight when Torran came for him than his older siblings had, actually sunk his teeth into the shadow's arm like the man were a side of meat. Everytime the wetboy tried to shake the kid or tried a form of discipline, the child just bounced back. Resiliant. It was like trying to do battle with a damn rock. A box to the ear didn't make the child stop, it just made him try harder. Tried to put a hand over the boy's mouth and it would be bitten. Torran had bred a devil of a child. That's what he'd done. A monster.
Then he decided to train the kid how to fight and kill. It was a mistake. Ruen, like his siblings, found himself standing possible choice to be a wetboy, to follow his father's footsteps, to be the best wetboy on all three continents. The man couldn't break him. The wake up calls before dawn when he attacked the child were met with defense, lazy though it were. Ruen would fight off the attack and flop stubbornly back down. The boy just didn't care. He slithered out of work. He became a quick expert on the art of vanishing and trickery. Never had a child frustrated Torran so.
"I am your MASTER, boy! I told you to take care of the weapons!"
"Mmm. Why?" The boy looked up at the shadow with innocent, curious eyes, and a dark glitter of mischief, oh, he knew what he was doing. That was the part that irked Torran the most.
"They aren't much use if they're rusted or dull, are they?" The man growled in answer.
"Why?"
"You ask 'why' one more time..."
"Why?"
Torran had put up with the insolent Ruen for four turns before he gave up on trying to break him. The kid would never be a wetboy. If he killed, he wasn't going to be quiet about it. He loved stirring up a fuss and being the center of attention. He loved to steal the spotlight. It was a bad influence on the most recent son of his, Rycage. Thus, Ruen was sent away, eight turns old and sent back to Eden Weyr, the home of his mother.
He proved just as insolent there. He stirred up trouble, picked up fights, and frequently seemed to disappear into thin air.
He cheated, he lied, he weasled his way out of work to do whatever he wanted. Any massive upset of the order of things usually traced back to him and one of his pranks. He got a reputation for being a delinquent. For that very reason he and most others were surprised when he was selected to stand as a candidate. Even though his standings in life had changed slightly, he hadn't. He still shirked any assigned duties if at all possible, irritated older kids, picked on younger ones, and got a good laugh out of it all.
Especially when the newer candidates got in trouble or messed up...
"I was just trying to do what I was told! Now it's all wrong and everyone's blaming me!" Poor boy looked close to tears. The present mentor sighed.
"It's alright, Luttan, no one's blaming you." She soothed. Ruen who was tasked with cleaning up the runt's mess snorted at her.
"I'm blaming you." A glare in his direction.
"I didn't mean to make everyone mad!"
"No one's mad at you, dear."
"/I'M/ mad at you." Another glare, again ignored.
"Everyone's gonna hate me!" The child sobbed. Clearly Ruen wasn't helping.
"No one hates you-"
"/I/ hate you. I really do. Can we feed him to a dragon?" He grinned up at the woman who gave him a look that could have killed if she'd had that talent. He was used to that look. Got it all the time. She tried to soothe the sobbing boy, leading him off. "You're goin' the wrong way! THE DRAGONS ARE THAT WAY!"
Time and time again he has taken his spot on the sands, and much to his mother's disappointment, hasn't a thing to show for it other than a few scars from an irked hatchling.
Father: Torran
Mother: Inage
Siblings: Ronon, Rilom, Rhenik, Radath, and Rycage (half brothers by father)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Something fun. -insert evil laughter here-
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A
