Post by scottie on Aug 22, 2011 12:27:04 GMT -5
Weyr: Skrull
Name: Rycage
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Rank: Candidate
Age: eighteen
Appearence: As all the sons of Torran, Rycage is well built and quite capable of taking care of himself. His shoulders are broad, but otherwise he is long and lean, boarderlining skinny. His hands and feet are a little large for the rest of him, suggesting he may yet grow into them, gain more height. As is, he's just slightly taller than average, an inch over six foot. Fingers are long and thin. He tends to be pale and doesn't tan well if at all. It sometimes makes him look rather sickly. His eyes often appear to have dark circles under them, mostly due to the palour of his skin, but sometimes due to lack of sleep. He does sometimes faintly freckle, but not much or often.
His features are youthful and boyish, tending to be thin and very expressive. It's often easy to tell what he's feeling or what's going through his mind by the look on his face unless he's purposely holding his cards close to the vest. He looks mischeivious. His ears stick out a little too much for his liking and his hair is usually cut short though in a manner to help hide them. His eyes are intelligent, though dark and hard to read. They are a gray-blue in color, usually more gray than blue appearing. His hair is straight for the most part, and a very light brown or dark blonde in color. His teeth are slightly large, giving him a bit of a jack-o-lantern type grin when he smiles, showing a wall of white.
Image:Rycage
Personality: What you see isn't always what you get when it comes to Rycage. He comes off as instable and inbalanced, fickle and changing at the drop of a hat, but it's really more adaptive than that. He changes as quickly as the things around him do. He plays at things like they're roles and he's an actor, entertaining, disguising, manipulating. His focus seems to be short through the amount of multitasking he tends to do, but he always manages to get everything he sets out to complete finished. He's adventerous and willing to take risks, especially if he thinks they'll pay off. He can come off as conceited at times and can be quick-tempered when the right buttons are pushed - he's very touchy over his past failures and doesn't like being second guessed.
Rycage is more than adept at adaptation and can become who he needs or wants to be to suit the conditions at hand. He's a fairly decent mediator though does enjoy conflict too. If he likes you, you can count on him having your back. He's loyal to those who earn it, and those of his blood who don't deserve it. He's reliable, always there in the toughest situations to help solve them or die trying.
Practical and ambitious, he fights to be the best he can within reason. He tries not to waste his time on trivial pursuits. He works his way to the top and maintains patience. Trained as a wetboy, he does have a bad habit of cheating. To him, it's not always about how you get there, but that you do. He can easily be perceived as power-hungry, stopping at nothing to get where he wants to be and having difficulty following orders, especially orders from those he isn't loyal to. He certainly isn't a follower. He's committed to causes that strike close to him and very hard working. He is unpredictable; the potential to reach the heights of success or depths of failure is always there. He's always a bit of a gamble, emotional attatchments and logic constantly duking it out in his head.
History: Once Rycage had been the golden boy. He was his mother's first born child, her little light. He'd been born with all his fair coloring. Lassirra taught him to carry a tune at a young age, it wasn't a particularly natural gift, but with work he did catch on. She hoped to make him into a harper, keep him as far from his father's profession as possible, keep him peaceful, content, harmless. Torran had other plans. He turned up three times in the four turns that Lassirra had him. Each meeting was an argument. The boy might have been her oldest, but he was his youngest and Torran would not give up on that.
"You will give me my son, woman!" The raised voices were heard easily by the toddler in question. Tears welled, hands were up to muffle out the noise a bit, but he didn't make a sound. He didn't want to bring attention to himself.
"I was the one who did all the work for him. He's mine. I don't want to see you here again. You'll leave Rycage alone!"
And for a year, Torran did just that. The night Lassirra went into labor with her second child, her first one was taken. The wetboy had encountered far less difficulty in taking Rycage than he had with Ruen. However, he would not find Rycage any easier in the long run.
As with all the others, Torran started training young to be sure the child could adapt to killing and take to it without great difficulty, try to desensitize the boy. From the get-go, Rycage was rambunctious. He tried to do everything better. He took unnecessary risks and displayed a temper that Torran didn't want to admit came from him. The two argued frequently. To think, a boy of four dare raise his voice to the wetboy and frequently that wetboy let him get away with it, doing nothing but yelling back. It was as though each one thought whoever could be the loudest would win and get their way. It never worked out that way. Torran usually won, and when he didn't, he just punished his son anyway. Rycage got to know the corners of every room of their training location very personally.
The wetboy came to realize that he'd had a child that was just like him in a lot of ways, in all the worst ways. He realized that Rycage was going to be a lot of work; everything would have to be learned the hard way and it'd take years. Not the apprentice that he was after, but the best he'd gotten so far. Even with Ruen teaching him bad habits. When Ruen asked 'why', the little fair child would parrot him. The boy was taught to enjoy chaos or at least find amusement in it by Ruen. They were quite the little, frustrating team. Rycage kept trying to keep up with his older brother too, taking unnecessary risks and endangering himself.
The boy heaved up the contents of his stomache into a bucket that Torran had angrily shoved under his face. Long thin fingers gripped the base of Rycage's neck where it ran to his shoulders to keep him over the bucket.
"What were you thinking!? You could have killed yourself, you foolish child!" The words were biting especially when Rycage was already suffering. He was in pain. His throat burned. He couldn't get the disgusting taste from his mouth and his stomache kept forcing up what he would have rathered stayed down. It was almost enough to make him cry. But wetboys didn't cry. They didn't ever cry. They weren't like their deaders - no, they were better than that, than those that begged, cried and bargained for their lives.
"I dunno!" The sick child's voice cracked and squeaked.
"You fully know!" The scowl was deep on Torran's face and when Ruen dared to snicker the child was given a look that could kill. Silence followed abruptly after that. Torran had tried to get the boys to build up at least a mild tolerance to the most basic toxins they used. It was meant as a safety measure incase they got a minor cut from one of their own, poisoned blades. Rycage had wanted to get it done faster. He took more than the very little he was supposed to for the building of tolerance. Thankfully, it wasn't a particularly dangerous toxin and could be combatted. With the kid heaving it all up, he'd likely be well again in a couple days.
Still, the tears welled up in those eyes, and the boy was miserable for the following seven-day. Another couple seven-days later and Ruen had been removed. It wasn't long until he was replaced either with another boy; Rhenik. The two were good training partners. Though Rycage kept trying to one-up Rhenik. It got to be a problem. The more Torran tried to teach his youngest to get rid of the flaws that they both had, the more those flaws seemed to stand out. It was glaringly clear that Rycage wasn't what his father was after, but for five turns after that Torran trained his youngest. The child was good with a blade, better than most, but his risk taking nature and trouble with following orders combined with that quick temper was doing no good. At ten turns of age, Torran took Rycage to Eden, leaving him there with his brother.
Rycage found himself a weyrbrat and he did not particularly like it. It wasn't enough for him. He was considered for apprenticing to be a Harper when he was selected as a candidate. For him, it was the best step he could make aside from returning to where he had been before. He was happy to join Ruen. He kept close with his brother. When Ruen tried to trick him, fights would break out, but most of the time he found his brother's mischeif amusing. Highly so. For turns he's done everything required of him and then some. Then he started to slack off, tail Ruen a little too much, possibly why he was sent to Skrull Island to stand candidate against his better wishes to stay with Ruen.
Father: Torran
Mother: Lassirra
Siblings: Ronon, Rilom, Ruen, Rhenik, and Radath (half brothers by father). Bessynen (half-sister by mother)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Whatever fits the best for him.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A.
Name: Rycage
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Rank: Candidate
Age: eighteen
Appearence: As all the sons of Torran, Rycage is well built and quite capable of taking care of himself. His shoulders are broad, but otherwise he is long and lean, boarderlining skinny. His hands and feet are a little large for the rest of him, suggesting he may yet grow into them, gain more height. As is, he's just slightly taller than average, an inch over six foot. Fingers are long and thin. He tends to be pale and doesn't tan well if at all. It sometimes makes him look rather sickly. His eyes often appear to have dark circles under them, mostly due to the palour of his skin, but sometimes due to lack of sleep. He does sometimes faintly freckle, but not much or often.
His features are youthful and boyish, tending to be thin and very expressive. It's often easy to tell what he's feeling or what's going through his mind by the look on his face unless he's purposely holding his cards close to the vest. He looks mischeivious. His ears stick out a little too much for his liking and his hair is usually cut short though in a manner to help hide them. His eyes are intelligent, though dark and hard to read. They are a gray-blue in color, usually more gray than blue appearing. His hair is straight for the most part, and a very light brown or dark blonde in color. His teeth are slightly large, giving him a bit of a jack-o-lantern type grin when he smiles, showing a wall of white.
Image:Rycage
Personality: What you see isn't always what you get when it comes to Rycage. He comes off as instable and inbalanced, fickle and changing at the drop of a hat, but it's really more adaptive than that. He changes as quickly as the things around him do. He plays at things like they're roles and he's an actor, entertaining, disguising, manipulating. His focus seems to be short through the amount of multitasking he tends to do, but he always manages to get everything he sets out to complete finished. He's adventerous and willing to take risks, especially if he thinks they'll pay off. He can come off as conceited at times and can be quick-tempered when the right buttons are pushed - he's very touchy over his past failures and doesn't like being second guessed.
Rycage is more than adept at adaptation and can become who he needs or wants to be to suit the conditions at hand. He's a fairly decent mediator though does enjoy conflict too. If he likes you, you can count on him having your back. He's loyal to those who earn it, and those of his blood who don't deserve it. He's reliable, always there in the toughest situations to help solve them or die trying.
Practical and ambitious, he fights to be the best he can within reason. He tries not to waste his time on trivial pursuits. He works his way to the top and maintains patience. Trained as a wetboy, he does have a bad habit of cheating. To him, it's not always about how you get there, but that you do. He can easily be perceived as power-hungry, stopping at nothing to get where he wants to be and having difficulty following orders, especially orders from those he isn't loyal to. He certainly isn't a follower. He's committed to causes that strike close to him and very hard working. He is unpredictable; the potential to reach the heights of success or depths of failure is always there. He's always a bit of a gamble, emotional attatchments and logic constantly duking it out in his head.
History: Once Rycage had been the golden boy. He was his mother's first born child, her little light. He'd been born with all his fair coloring. Lassirra taught him to carry a tune at a young age, it wasn't a particularly natural gift, but with work he did catch on. She hoped to make him into a harper, keep him as far from his father's profession as possible, keep him peaceful, content, harmless. Torran had other plans. He turned up three times in the four turns that Lassirra had him. Each meeting was an argument. The boy might have been her oldest, but he was his youngest and Torran would not give up on that.
"You will give me my son, woman!" The raised voices were heard easily by the toddler in question. Tears welled, hands were up to muffle out the noise a bit, but he didn't make a sound. He didn't want to bring attention to himself.
"I was the one who did all the work for him. He's mine. I don't want to see you here again. You'll leave Rycage alone!"
And for a year, Torran did just that. The night Lassirra went into labor with her second child, her first one was taken. The wetboy had encountered far less difficulty in taking Rycage than he had with Ruen. However, he would not find Rycage any easier in the long run.
As with all the others, Torran started training young to be sure the child could adapt to killing and take to it without great difficulty, try to desensitize the boy. From the get-go, Rycage was rambunctious. He tried to do everything better. He took unnecessary risks and displayed a temper that Torran didn't want to admit came from him. The two argued frequently. To think, a boy of four dare raise his voice to the wetboy and frequently that wetboy let him get away with it, doing nothing but yelling back. It was as though each one thought whoever could be the loudest would win and get their way. It never worked out that way. Torran usually won, and when he didn't, he just punished his son anyway. Rycage got to know the corners of every room of their training location very personally.
The wetboy came to realize that he'd had a child that was just like him in a lot of ways, in all the worst ways. He realized that Rycage was going to be a lot of work; everything would have to be learned the hard way and it'd take years. Not the apprentice that he was after, but the best he'd gotten so far. Even with Ruen teaching him bad habits. When Ruen asked 'why', the little fair child would parrot him. The boy was taught to enjoy chaos or at least find amusement in it by Ruen. They were quite the little, frustrating team. Rycage kept trying to keep up with his older brother too, taking unnecessary risks and endangering himself.
The boy heaved up the contents of his stomache into a bucket that Torran had angrily shoved under his face. Long thin fingers gripped the base of Rycage's neck where it ran to his shoulders to keep him over the bucket.
"What were you thinking!? You could have killed yourself, you foolish child!" The words were biting especially when Rycage was already suffering. He was in pain. His throat burned. He couldn't get the disgusting taste from his mouth and his stomache kept forcing up what he would have rathered stayed down. It was almost enough to make him cry. But wetboys didn't cry. They didn't ever cry. They weren't like their deaders - no, they were better than that, than those that begged, cried and bargained for their lives.
"I dunno!" The sick child's voice cracked and squeaked.
"You fully know!" The scowl was deep on Torran's face and when Ruen dared to snicker the child was given a look that could kill. Silence followed abruptly after that. Torran had tried to get the boys to build up at least a mild tolerance to the most basic toxins they used. It was meant as a safety measure incase they got a minor cut from one of their own, poisoned blades. Rycage had wanted to get it done faster. He took more than the very little he was supposed to for the building of tolerance. Thankfully, it wasn't a particularly dangerous toxin and could be combatted. With the kid heaving it all up, he'd likely be well again in a couple days.
Still, the tears welled up in those eyes, and the boy was miserable for the following seven-day. Another couple seven-days later and Ruen had been removed. It wasn't long until he was replaced either with another boy; Rhenik. The two were good training partners. Though Rycage kept trying to one-up Rhenik. It got to be a problem. The more Torran tried to teach his youngest to get rid of the flaws that they both had, the more those flaws seemed to stand out. It was glaringly clear that Rycage wasn't what his father was after, but for five turns after that Torran trained his youngest. The child was good with a blade, better than most, but his risk taking nature and trouble with following orders combined with that quick temper was doing no good. At ten turns of age, Torran took Rycage to Eden, leaving him there with his brother.
Rycage found himself a weyrbrat and he did not particularly like it. It wasn't enough for him. He was considered for apprenticing to be a Harper when he was selected as a candidate. For him, it was the best step he could make aside from returning to where he had been before. He was happy to join Ruen. He kept close with his brother. When Ruen tried to trick him, fights would break out, but most of the time he found his brother's mischeif amusing. Highly so. For turns he's done everything required of him and then some. Then he started to slack off, tail Ruen a little too much, possibly why he was sent to Skrull Island to stand candidate against his better wishes to stay with Ruen.
Father: Torran
Mother: Lassirra
Siblings: Ronon, Rilom, Ruen, Rhenik, and Radath (half brothers by father). Bessynen (half-sister by mother)
Pets: None.
Color Preference & Why: Whatever fits the best for him.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: N/A.
