Post by DaeSiggil on Jan 29, 2010 11:55:39 GMT -5
Weyr: New Cove Weyr
Name: Aitvaras
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He doesn't plaster a name on what sexuality he has, but if forced, he'll pick bisexual. He will do everything he finds pleasing to the eye.
Rank: Candidate.
Age: 17
Appearence:
He stands at a good six foot five and weights about 190lbs. He considers it good and that's all what's important. His dark, black hair falls to mid-back. His skin is a pale color, just tanned enough so that his veins don't show through. It doesn't mean that it's pale enough to see his veins through it however. He has a thin waist with a slightly broader chest that are clad with muscles, although they aren't really enough to cover his ribs fully. He has also slender fingers with slender hands, everything makes him rather look feminine. His eyes are around the pupil a light blue color that is startling to see, the color seeming to darken slightly as they travel further away from the pupil as small veins. His voice is a surprising rough Baritone, making him sound older than he really is. It is pleasant to listen to and Aitvaras most of the time uses in a whisper though.
He always manage to dress himself in what seem well-tailored clothes that cling to his skin and are made in dark colors that seem to say 'I'm more important than you'. He carries himself not so obvious though, he rather tries to fade into the crowd, contradicting his own taste in clothes. His hair is most of the time pulled back in a strict looking ponytail, a few locks are allowed to escape though. If he doesn't find the time, or doesn't want to, his hair can also be found lose.
He is very attractive, small crinkles in the corners of his eyes that deepen slightly as he laughs. The only thing that seems to destroy this is that he has slightly pointed canines that seem almost like a mutation. It doesn't hinder him however and someone has to look really close to see it, the sight if one doesn't know him and sees those teeth can be found horrifying however. His skin doesn't tan a lot in the sun, it always seem to stay the same color. His skin loses gained pigment faster than he makes them. His face has a smooth forehead, with a rough chin because of the starting of a beard growing on the otherwise smooth skin. His nose is straight and thin, his lips just as thin, or even thinner. It is easy to say that he would make many people swoon rather easily, even if he doesn't put much effort into it.
Personality: He's a rather cheerful person that seems older than his true age. He often laughs and can let an insult to his address pass easily in good humor, but one has to accept that he will most likely have a reply ready that could hurt. If it is enough however you better can be careful, because of his hidden strength he won't feel regret to try and rip you apart. He knows how to act best in every situation, only if he deals with his few Turn Offs; like very submissive woman or submissive men. He can be found hesitating and wanting to run. He is in no way a coward, but he sees when it is best to retread instead of taunting/fighting someone further. Although just sometimes he may ignore that in favor for going further.
He's also rather sexual, he dives in bed with everything living he finds handsome. He also has some fascination with dead things and animals however, though it only remains with simply stroking hair/fur. It can get rather annoying to those who want to settle down with him, but he can't do so and always occupies someone's bed for a few nights or just one, before drifting to another 'victim' that he finds pleasing to the eye. Those he consider friends and think alike as him can find themselves a bit more often in his bed than complete strangers. He's really someone that you either hate or love. There is not really a 'between' with him.
He doesn't really like big groups, but he will deal with it if it's really needed. He rather likes if he's alone with someone, the chance to get that person in bed is bigger then. He can be called ruthless, in the sense that he only cares for his own lusts and doesn't consider other people their feelings. He in no way means it however, it's just his personality. If he doesn't concentrate on bedding someone then he's actually a rather great guy to get along with, if you ignore the shameless flirting (in the form of small compliments about eyes, hands or other body-parts) that will never stop.
History:
Hints of not so good things.. >3
He was the oldest child of a happy couple that lived in one of the many holds of Pern. He had a sister and two brothers sharing his chamber, although his sister soon received a room of her own for obvious reasons. He was interested in them, being sexually active at a young age and since he never had seen other kids his age he started to 'experiment' with them. His brothers accepted readily, they were growing boys as well, only a turn to three turns younger than he was. His sister was a little difficult, but she was bedded soon as well by him. He only didn't try at his parents, something akin to respect and fear withholding him from doing it. He found more joy in his brothers however, especially the one that was just a turn younger. The boy didn't mind dominating him in such situations and they both liked it.
Before that however he was a perfect happy child, not that he was when bedding his siblings. He was what one would consider normal, he was interested in dead things, but all boys seemed to be fascinated with such things and his parents shrugged it off, although they tried to teach him that bad things where bad, but being him as a toddler wasn't easy. He never seemed to listen to them; the cold, unyielding flesh was very interesting. He didn't know why and he wasn't interested in it, he just knew that it did.
He grew even before that however, along with his mothers swelling abdomen as he got his first sibling. He couldn't hold him, being too young himself. He was placed in the small bed and he often looked at the young frail thing that he shared his space with. He was two turns when he noticed (although the first time he wasn't really aware of it) for the second time his mothers stomach swell with the growing child inside. It wasn't one however, it where twins, a rare occurrence and it nearly took the woman's live and her children with it.
Aitvaras hated them for that, but as he grew. He couldn't help start loving them and often played with them, although they were still too small. His interest for dead things started to grow at this age, his parents more often looking at their younger offspring, allowing him most of the time to do what he wanted. He didn't know much things to do, only to crawl around and poke everything, or better yet, stick it in his mouth.
His mothers abdomen stopped growing since then, it was later that he learned that she couldn't receive children anymore because of the twins. He was saddened by it, he would have loved even more siblings.
The dog they had to guard their belongings received a lot of attention as well, fur was often patted by young Aitvaras. His parents didn't stop him, at least it was better than him touching dead things all the time. He was thirteen turns when he first encountered something that would be identified as lust and it was aimed at his siblings. He never knew someone else, so of course he considered it normal and with that they often shared small, secret kisses when their parents weren't looking. It happened two turns later when Aitvaras was fifteen that he and his oldest sibling took it a step further, both found themselves naked and explored each other their body with their lips and tongues.
He seduced the twins as well, a turn later than his older sibling. Their fun was cut short however when a search rider landed in front of their house. The dragon had flown low by a big stroke of 'luck' and had warned his rider of the impressible youngster there. He wasn't really impressed though, he rather wanted to stay at home, but his siblings convinced him to go and he finally allowed himself to go, promising that he would try and visit if he could. It has been two turns and he still hasn't impressed, this is the last time that he had promised himself he would stand on the sands, if he didn't impress by then he would leave and go back to his siblings that he loved.
Father: Kalir
Mother: Calima
Siblings: Dannor, Melana, Hisnir
Pets: None
Name: Aitvaras
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He doesn't plaster a name on what sexuality he has, but if forced, he'll pick bisexual. He will do everything he finds pleasing to the eye.
Rank: Candidate.
Age: 17
Appearence:
He stands at a good six foot five and weights about 190lbs. He considers it good and that's all what's important. His dark, black hair falls to mid-back. His skin is a pale color, just tanned enough so that his veins don't show through. It doesn't mean that it's pale enough to see his veins through it however. He has a thin waist with a slightly broader chest that are clad with muscles, although they aren't really enough to cover his ribs fully. He has also slender fingers with slender hands, everything makes him rather look feminine. His eyes are around the pupil a light blue color that is startling to see, the color seeming to darken slightly as they travel further away from the pupil as small veins. His voice is a surprising rough Baritone, making him sound older than he really is. It is pleasant to listen to and Aitvaras most of the time uses in a whisper though.
He always manage to dress himself in what seem well-tailored clothes that cling to his skin and are made in dark colors that seem to say 'I'm more important than you'. He carries himself not so obvious though, he rather tries to fade into the crowd, contradicting his own taste in clothes. His hair is most of the time pulled back in a strict looking ponytail, a few locks are allowed to escape though. If he doesn't find the time, or doesn't want to, his hair can also be found lose.
He is very attractive, small crinkles in the corners of his eyes that deepen slightly as he laughs. The only thing that seems to destroy this is that he has slightly pointed canines that seem almost like a mutation. It doesn't hinder him however and someone has to look really close to see it, the sight if one doesn't know him and sees those teeth can be found horrifying however. His skin doesn't tan a lot in the sun, it always seem to stay the same color. His skin loses gained pigment faster than he makes them. His face has a smooth forehead, with a rough chin because of the starting of a beard growing on the otherwise smooth skin. His nose is straight and thin, his lips just as thin, or even thinner. It is easy to say that he would make many people swoon rather easily, even if he doesn't put much effort into it.
Personality: He's a rather cheerful person that seems older than his true age. He often laughs and can let an insult to his address pass easily in good humor, but one has to accept that he will most likely have a reply ready that could hurt. If it is enough however you better can be careful, because of his hidden strength he won't feel regret to try and rip you apart. He knows how to act best in every situation, only if he deals with his few Turn Offs; like very submissive woman or submissive men. He can be found hesitating and wanting to run. He is in no way a coward, but he sees when it is best to retread instead of taunting/fighting someone further. Although just sometimes he may ignore that in favor for going further.
He's also rather sexual, he dives in bed with everything living he finds handsome. He also has some fascination with dead things and animals however, though it only remains with simply stroking hair/fur. It can get rather annoying to those who want to settle down with him, but he can't do so and always occupies someone's bed for a few nights or just one, before drifting to another 'victim' that he finds pleasing to the eye. Those he consider friends and think alike as him can find themselves a bit more often in his bed than complete strangers. He's really someone that you either hate or love. There is not really a 'between' with him.
He doesn't really like big groups, but he will deal with it if it's really needed. He rather likes if he's alone with someone, the chance to get that person in bed is bigger then. He can be called ruthless, in the sense that he only cares for his own lusts and doesn't consider other people their feelings. He in no way means it however, it's just his personality. If he doesn't concentrate on bedding someone then he's actually a rather great guy to get along with, if you ignore the shameless flirting (in the form of small compliments about eyes, hands or other body-parts) that will never stop.
History:
Hints of not so good things.. >3
He was the oldest child of a happy couple that lived in one of the many holds of Pern. He had a sister and two brothers sharing his chamber, although his sister soon received a room of her own for obvious reasons. He was interested in them, being sexually active at a young age and since he never had seen other kids his age he started to 'experiment' with them. His brothers accepted readily, they were growing boys as well, only a turn to three turns younger than he was. His sister was a little difficult, but she was bedded soon as well by him. He only didn't try at his parents, something akin to respect and fear withholding him from doing it. He found more joy in his brothers however, especially the one that was just a turn younger. The boy didn't mind dominating him in such situations and they both liked it.
Before that however he was a perfect happy child, not that he was when bedding his siblings. He was what one would consider normal, he was interested in dead things, but all boys seemed to be fascinated with such things and his parents shrugged it off, although they tried to teach him that bad things where bad, but being him as a toddler wasn't easy. He never seemed to listen to them; the cold, unyielding flesh was very interesting. He didn't know why and he wasn't interested in it, he just knew that it did.
He grew even before that however, along with his mothers swelling abdomen as he got his first sibling. He couldn't hold him, being too young himself. He was placed in the small bed and he often looked at the young frail thing that he shared his space with. He was two turns when he noticed (although the first time he wasn't really aware of it) for the second time his mothers stomach swell with the growing child inside. It wasn't one however, it where twins, a rare occurrence and it nearly took the woman's live and her children with it.
Aitvaras hated them for that, but as he grew. He couldn't help start loving them and often played with them, although they were still too small. His interest for dead things started to grow at this age, his parents more often looking at their younger offspring, allowing him most of the time to do what he wanted. He didn't know much things to do, only to crawl around and poke everything, or better yet, stick it in his mouth.
His mothers abdomen stopped growing since then, it was later that he learned that she couldn't receive children anymore because of the twins. He was saddened by it, he would have loved even more siblings.
The dog they had to guard their belongings received a lot of attention as well, fur was often patted by young Aitvaras. His parents didn't stop him, at least it was better than him touching dead things all the time. He was thirteen turns when he first encountered something that would be identified as lust and it was aimed at his siblings. He never knew someone else, so of course he considered it normal and with that they often shared small, secret kisses when their parents weren't looking. It happened two turns later when Aitvaras was fifteen that he and his oldest sibling took it a step further, both found themselves naked and explored each other their body with their lips and tongues.
He seduced the twins as well, a turn later than his older sibling. Their fun was cut short however when a search rider landed in front of their house. The dragon had flown low by a big stroke of 'luck' and had warned his rider of the impressible youngster there. He wasn't really impressed though, he rather wanted to stay at home, but his siblings convinced him to go and he finally allowed himself to go, promising that he would try and visit if he could. It has been two turns and he still hasn't impressed, this is the last time that he had promised himself he would stand on the sands, if he didn't impress by then he would leave and go back to his siblings that he loved.
Father: Kalir
Mother: Calima
Siblings: Dannor, Melana, Hisnir
Pets: None
