Post by frozenaugust on Dec 28, 2012 2:22:03 GMT -5
Name: Ranlyn
Song: (optional)
Would you like this character to impress? Yes
Name you prefer if you impress: R'yn
Age: 20 (b. Late Winter)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Flightsexual (Straight, but it doesn't matter during flightlust)
Adversity to impressing an opposite gender dragon? No
Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate
Family:
Mother: Maelynn – 46 – Greenrider of Deth (deceased)
Half-Sister: Lisal – 18 – Candidate (Daughter of G’ranta)
Half-Brother: Giran – 15 – Candidate (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Mata – 10 – Weyrbrat (Daughter of Maelynn)
Half-Brother: Giten – 8 – Weyrbrat (Son of G’ranta)[/ul]
Dragon or Wher:
Pets:
Appearance: At six feet tall, and with good Weyr living and chores behind him, Ranlyn can be intimidating if he wants. He’s never been exceptionally bulky with muscle, but what muscle he does have is hard from Turns of work doing things that boys his age are asked to do for the Weyr. Other than that, from a distance, he’s like most other Pernese men and women, with tanned skin, and thick black hair. He doesn’t have much in the way of facial or body hair, though if he goes without shaving for several fortnights, he can manage a fairly decent beard and mustache, though usually he doesn’t have the patience to wait for it to come in.
On closer inspection, Ranlyn has a distinct face. He’s got a long, straight-bridged nose that tends to be the most prominent thing on his face despite the narrowness and angular distinctions between the nostrils and the plane of his face. Thick brows tend to angle down, giving him a perpetually irritated expression, though his blue (another prominent trait) eyes are more likely to show joy or amusement rather than anger or frustration. He keeps his dark hair cut short, usually cutting it once a Turn as Spring turns into Summer and letting it grow out to keep his head warm during the colder months but cool during the summer months.
Outside of his natural physical appearance, Ranlyn tends to be very conscious of how he appears. When he was younger and before he returned to his birthplace, he tended to wear whatever he wanted, but after returning, he became very aware of what he wore. He’ll spend the extra Mark on something tailored to him rather than something that could fit many people, and he’ll wear the best fabrics he can get his hands on. It’s not unusual to see him wearing things that most people would consider gather finery, and his favorite things to wear tend to be rich purples and vibrant reds paired with greys and blacks. He can be a little vain when it comes to his appearances, but not overly so.
Play-by: Hare Dhami
Skills Making trouble for his father. He's also particularly perceptive about things, though it's not so much a "power" as just him having a very "long nose" as it were.
Basic Personality: Since boyhood, Ranlyn has been trying to obtain that which he could never seem to grip. Always striving for something better, the greener pasture if you will, he was continuously thwarted as his friends and peers outstripped his progress. It did not stop him, but rather gave him the understanding that nothing comes from this world without hard work and dedication, both of which he has in spades. As he grew, he found the niches in which he could be best at, and worked to find himself more. He was willing to join the fishing fleet that ran out of the cothold he was raised in, but upon returning to the Weyr instead, he tried to find his destiny in a dragon. He has high hopes to one day obtain a rank that his father can never gain, perhaps one day becoming weyrleader wanting to make his parents proud of their eldest son.
While ambition is his driving force, Ranlyn is anything but single minded. He’s got a genial attitude, and will become friends with just about anyone who’s willing to make an attempt. Jokes and sarcasm abound, and more often than not he’ll find himself at the butt of a joke about antics or pranks that are being played around the weyr. While he likes to think that he’s grown out of his prankster phase, it’s not often that he can pass up “assisting” the younger generation of pranksters with jokes on older riders, especially stuffy old riders who think themselves the cream of the Weyr.
Not one to just leave someone hanging, Ranlyn could easily be called the rare man who’d give you the shirt off his back. Alright, perhaps not literally, as he does spend a pretty mark on his clothes, but he’s not likely to leave someone who needs help hanging. Whether it’s assisting newly arrived candidates acclimate to the Weyr, or running errands for the riders he respects and likes. He’s got a particular soft spot for the ladies who run the kitchen, though that may be because he’s a growing man and likes to eat a lot.
His most distinguishing trait, however, is his perceptivity. This trait has gotten him in his fair share of trouble throughout the years, as he picks up on things that people don’t necessarily appreciate him picking up on. If you want to keep a secret to yourself, he’s not the person to be acting suspiciously around. Nameday gifts were always ruined by this little trait of his, and he will purposefully go on the prowl to learn secrets that he can stow away in his arsenal for either use against the person or to help benefit his own ambitious nature.
Strengths
Faults
History: Ranlyn is the eldest child of G’ranta and Maelynn, the result of a mating flight where blue Osenth caught green Deth. Maelynn, though she loved her eldest son, simply did not have the mothering instinct required to raise her boy, and after the required three months, weaned him from her and sent him to the crèche. G’ranta, however, was a very doting father, especially to his eldest son, and after the boy was a Turn old, requested permission to have the child fostered outside of the Weyr until the boy was old enough to return and Stand, as was his birth right by having two rider parents and having been born in the Weyr. With the request granted, G’ranta turned to his great-grandparents cothold, Delta, where a second cousin had taken over as Holder. His request to have his eldest son fostered at the Hold was granted, and Ranlyn was handed over to the Holder’s sister-in-law, a woman who was working off her tuition to the Weaver Hall by working for Delta.
Ranlyn’s early childhood was a good one. Kalissa loved him like her own son, an after the birth of Lisal, he had a playmate near enough to his own age to enjoy. At the time, he was too young to understand why Lisal’s arrival had caused such a big deal around the cothold, but he distinctly remembers his foster mother telling him that he needed to protect his younger sister, and so he willingly did. G’ranta’s visits became fewer and further between after the girl’s birth, an whenever he did arrive, the atmosphere was tense, but Ranlyn adored the visits for what they were, an opportunity to spend time with his otherwise absent father and time to use Osenth as a jungle gym. When he turned six, he became a more active participant in the cothold’s daily dealings, including learning how to gut fish and clean (something he absolutely hated), and also began to learn the lessons of the Harper. As a dragonrider’s son, he felt particularly intent on learning all of the songs the man had to teach the children of the Hold on that subject, memorizing them quickly and also sneaking around to learn of any news of the Weyrs he could possibly get his little ears on.
Around this time, Kalissa fell in love with and married a man named Nalik. The man was kind, and took Ranlyn in as his own son for the time being. Nalik began to teach Ranlyn about fishing, and was pleased at how quickly the boy could pick things up and retain facts and teachings to memory. Nalik taught Ranlyn how to sail and all he could about the fisher’s craft, and it seemed that Ranlyn was preparing to grow into his own and join as a fishing apprentice. However, when the boy became old enough to join the craft at the age of twelve, G’ranta arrived and claimed his son once more, sweeping the boy off to the Weyr so that he could begin his time as a Candidate.
Life in the Weyr was a wholly difterent experience for Ranlyn, and it was here that in his most formative years he grew most. Where at Delta he had been the smallest, scrawniest child of the cothold, at the Weyr he hit his growth, shooting up like a weed. Well-fed and well exercised, he never had a chance to be scrawny and lanky, and seemed to go straight from small and meek to tall and strong overnight. He made friends as he attended lessons that all candidates needed to attend. He became a kind of menace around the riders, learning the dramas that they would have avoided being common knowledge, such as who had slept with whom outside of flightlust and their weyrmates. He also learned of his other half-siblings, and with them developed a sort of trouble-making gang among the weyrbrats and candidates. Often times he was threatened by elder riders to be hung by his ears in the middle of a long flight by dragons, and G’ranta often swore that if Ranlyn didn’t get his act together, he’d be back at Delta faster than he could say Impression, but overall he became a figure in the weyr, as constant as the dragons themselves.
And always a candidate. Twelve past quickly, as did thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen Turns. When he came close to his eighteenth Turn, worry and concern began to bubble up in his belly. Nervous, anxious energy kept him up at night, and as hatchings came and hatchings went, fear was added to the mix. As a result, he got into a little more trouble, caused a bit more mayhem, and at one point came close enough to being kicked out of candidacy altogether that his father had to step in and give him a stern warning that if he didn’t shape up fast, the threats that had been leveled against his expulsion from the weyr would become a reality and nearly six Turns of waiting would be wasted.
Ranlyn nearly did a one-eighty overnight. He quit his pranking and trouble-making (mostly), and after his eighteenth Turnday passed, took to helping in the beast stalls in his spare time, where he met Bamf. The puppy calmed his attitude more, as he took all his spare time and put it to use training the dog alongside the other herding and shepherding dogs to be useful. Bamf, however, found a more comfortable life as Ranlyn’s companion, and despite attempts to the contrary, followed his master around to lessons, meals, and excursions into the world beyond the weyr’s walls on occasion, with the exception of following his master out onto the Sands.
At nineteen, his mother died. Having caught an illness and passing in her sleep, Ranlyn lost a part of his life that he'd never eally gotten a proper chance to know. Despite his casual relationship with the rider, the loss hit him hard, and he spent several months re-evaluating hi life. His return to trickery and pranking was initially dismissed as yet another phase, and though it was, it was something that he often returned to during his foul moods to help ease his emotions.
However, at twenty now, Ranlyn is very much aware that he is quickly coming upon the day where he will be ineligible to Stand as a candidate for a dragon. However, he can only wait and see what is to happen with his life and whether or not he will be returning to his ancestral home hold to take up the mantel as a fisher. His trip to Crescent Cove Weyr in hopes of Impressing to one of Useth's eggs was a spur-of-the-moment decision as his father prepared to occupy the Weyr during the temporary quarantine issued by Rina.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Kill him horribly and tragically
Song: (optional)
Would you like this character to impress? Yes
Name you prefer if you impress: R'yn
Age: 20 (b. Late Winter)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Flightsexual (Straight, but it doesn't matter during flightlust)
Adversity to impressing an opposite gender dragon? No
Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate
Family:
Mother: Maelynn – 46 – Greenrider of Deth (deceased)
Half-Sister: Lisal – 18 – Candidate (Daughter of G’ranta)
Half-Brother: Giran – 15 – Candidate (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Mata – 10 – Weyrbrat (Daughter of Maelynn)
Half-Brother: Giten – 8 – Weyrbrat (Son of G’ranta)[/ul]
Dragon or Wher:
Pets:
Appearance: At six feet tall, and with good Weyr living and chores behind him, Ranlyn can be intimidating if he wants. He’s never been exceptionally bulky with muscle, but what muscle he does have is hard from Turns of work doing things that boys his age are asked to do for the Weyr. Other than that, from a distance, he’s like most other Pernese men and women, with tanned skin, and thick black hair. He doesn’t have much in the way of facial or body hair, though if he goes without shaving for several fortnights, he can manage a fairly decent beard and mustache, though usually he doesn’t have the patience to wait for it to come in.
On closer inspection, Ranlyn has a distinct face. He’s got a long, straight-bridged nose that tends to be the most prominent thing on his face despite the narrowness and angular distinctions between the nostrils and the plane of his face. Thick brows tend to angle down, giving him a perpetually irritated expression, though his blue (another prominent trait) eyes are more likely to show joy or amusement rather than anger or frustration. He keeps his dark hair cut short, usually cutting it once a Turn as Spring turns into Summer and letting it grow out to keep his head warm during the colder months but cool during the summer months.
Outside of his natural physical appearance, Ranlyn tends to be very conscious of how he appears. When he was younger and before he returned to his birthplace, he tended to wear whatever he wanted, but after returning, he became very aware of what he wore. He’ll spend the extra Mark on something tailored to him rather than something that could fit many people, and he’ll wear the best fabrics he can get his hands on. It’s not unusual to see him wearing things that most people would consider gather finery, and his favorite things to wear tend to be rich purples and vibrant reds paired with greys and blacks. He can be a little vain when it comes to his appearances, but not overly so.
Play-by: Hare Dhami
Skills Making trouble for his father. He's also particularly perceptive about things, though it's not so much a "power" as just him having a very "long nose" as it were.
Basic Personality: Since boyhood, Ranlyn has been trying to obtain that which he could never seem to grip. Always striving for something better, the greener pasture if you will, he was continuously thwarted as his friends and peers outstripped his progress. It did not stop him, but rather gave him the understanding that nothing comes from this world without hard work and dedication, both of which he has in spades. As he grew, he found the niches in which he could be best at, and worked to find himself more. He was willing to join the fishing fleet that ran out of the cothold he was raised in, but upon returning to the Weyr instead, he tried to find his destiny in a dragon. He has high hopes to one day obtain a rank that his father can never gain, perhaps one day becoming weyrleader wanting to make his parents proud of their eldest son.
While ambition is his driving force, Ranlyn is anything but single minded. He’s got a genial attitude, and will become friends with just about anyone who’s willing to make an attempt. Jokes and sarcasm abound, and more often than not he’ll find himself at the butt of a joke about antics or pranks that are being played around the weyr. While he likes to think that he’s grown out of his prankster phase, it’s not often that he can pass up “assisting” the younger generation of pranksters with jokes on older riders, especially stuffy old riders who think themselves the cream of the Weyr.
Not one to just leave someone hanging, Ranlyn could easily be called the rare man who’d give you the shirt off his back. Alright, perhaps not literally, as he does spend a pretty mark on his clothes, but he’s not likely to leave someone who needs help hanging. Whether it’s assisting newly arrived candidates acclimate to the Weyr, or running errands for the riders he respects and likes. He’s got a particular soft spot for the ladies who run the kitchen, though that may be because he’s a growing man and likes to eat a lot.
His most distinguishing trait, however, is his perceptivity. This trait has gotten him in his fair share of trouble throughout the years, as he picks up on things that people don’t necessarily appreciate him picking up on. If you want to keep a secret to yourself, he’s not the person to be acting suspiciously around. Nameday gifts were always ruined by this little trait of his, and he will purposefully go on the prowl to learn secrets that he can stow away in his arsenal for either use against the person or to help benefit his own ambitious nature.
Strengths
- Perceptive - He tends to be able to snoop out those things that people might not generally want to be snooped out. Most might call him an eaves-dropper or someone with a nose too long for their own good, but he considers it to be an advantage to know about everything and everyone around him.
- Generosity - The kind of man who would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him for it. While he might not do it for a random stranger, he does have a big enough heart that even the briefest of aquaintances get the family treatment.
- Tenacious - He's the kind of person who won't give up on a dream and typically will get a job he's given done, if only because it would bug him until he completes it.
- Good Humor - Not the kind to let the little things get in the way, Ranlyn often can find the silver lining in even the most dire of circumstances, and often laughs at himself.
- Ambition - He's the kind of person who has goals, and is willing to do whatever it takes to meet those goals, which have included many sleepless nights and extra chores.
Faults
- Ambition - A two sided blade, Ambition is also his downfall in many aspects. He hates failure, and is often too hard on himself if he doesn't meet his goals.
- Stubborn - What seems to be a familial trait, he's not one who will willingly say that he's wrong unless shown incontrivertable proof, and even then it's a begrudging reluctance. It also means that he's unlikely to give something up, even if it could mean putting himself in harms way.
- Prankster - While he knows that there are times when he should be serious and reserved, Ranlyn has a hard time passing up an opportunity to prank his peers.
- Vain - Just the slightest bit of vanity means that Ranlyn spends a lot more time than would otherwise be considered appropritate on his appearance. He's spent a good amount of his father's Marks on custom clothing, much to G'ranta's chagrin.
- Lazy - If he could get away with it, Ranlyn would most likely sleep all day. While he knows that this will never get him to higher positions, it is a chore every day to force himself to do the work which will help him meet his goals when he'd much rather laze about in the sun all day and party all night.
History: Ranlyn is the eldest child of G’ranta and Maelynn, the result of a mating flight where blue Osenth caught green Deth. Maelynn, though she loved her eldest son, simply did not have the mothering instinct required to raise her boy, and after the required three months, weaned him from her and sent him to the crèche. G’ranta, however, was a very doting father, especially to his eldest son, and after the boy was a Turn old, requested permission to have the child fostered outside of the Weyr until the boy was old enough to return and Stand, as was his birth right by having two rider parents and having been born in the Weyr. With the request granted, G’ranta turned to his great-grandparents cothold, Delta, where a second cousin had taken over as Holder. His request to have his eldest son fostered at the Hold was granted, and Ranlyn was handed over to the Holder’s sister-in-law, a woman who was working off her tuition to the Weaver Hall by working for Delta.
Ranlyn’s early childhood was a good one. Kalissa loved him like her own son, an after the birth of Lisal, he had a playmate near enough to his own age to enjoy. At the time, he was too young to understand why Lisal’s arrival had caused such a big deal around the cothold, but he distinctly remembers his foster mother telling him that he needed to protect his younger sister, and so he willingly did. G’ranta’s visits became fewer and further between after the girl’s birth, an whenever he did arrive, the atmosphere was tense, but Ranlyn adored the visits for what they were, an opportunity to spend time with his otherwise absent father and time to use Osenth as a jungle gym. When he turned six, he became a more active participant in the cothold’s daily dealings, including learning how to gut fish and clean (something he absolutely hated), and also began to learn the lessons of the Harper. As a dragonrider’s son, he felt particularly intent on learning all of the songs the man had to teach the children of the Hold on that subject, memorizing them quickly and also sneaking around to learn of any news of the Weyrs he could possibly get his little ears on.
Around this time, Kalissa fell in love with and married a man named Nalik. The man was kind, and took Ranlyn in as his own son for the time being. Nalik began to teach Ranlyn about fishing, and was pleased at how quickly the boy could pick things up and retain facts and teachings to memory. Nalik taught Ranlyn how to sail and all he could about the fisher’s craft, and it seemed that Ranlyn was preparing to grow into his own and join as a fishing apprentice. However, when the boy became old enough to join the craft at the age of twelve, G’ranta arrived and claimed his son once more, sweeping the boy off to the Weyr so that he could begin his time as a Candidate.
Life in the Weyr was a wholly difterent experience for Ranlyn, and it was here that in his most formative years he grew most. Where at Delta he had been the smallest, scrawniest child of the cothold, at the Weyr he hit his growth, shooting up like a weed. Well-fed and well exercised, he never had a chance to be scrawny and lanky, and seemed to go straight from small and meek to tall and strong overnight. He made friends as he attended lessons that all candidates needed to attend. He became a kind of menace around the riders, learning the dramas that they would have avoided being common knowledge, such as who had slept with whom outside of flightlust and their weyrmates. He also learned of his other half-siblings, and with them developed a sort of trouble-making gang among the weyrbrats and candidates. Often times he was threatened by elder riders to be hung by his ears in the middle of a long flight by dragons, and G’ranta often swore that if Ranlyn didn’t get his act together, he’d be back at Delta faster than he could say Impression, but overall he became a figure in the weyr, as constant as the dragons themselves.
And always a candidate. Twelve past quickly, as did thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen Turns. When he came close to his eighteenth Turn, worry and concern began to bubble up in his belly. Nervous, anxious energy kept him up at night, and as hatchings came and hatchings went, fear was added to the mix. As a result, he got into a little more trouble, caused a bit more mayhem, and at one point came close enough to being kicked out of candidacy altogether that his father had to step in and give him a stern warning that if he didn’t shape up fast, the threats that had been leveled against his expulsion from the weyr would become a reality and nearly six Turns of waiting would be wasted.
Ranlyn nearly did a one-eighty overnight. He quit his pranking and trouble-making (mostly), and after his eighteenth Turnday passed, took to helping in the beast stalls in his spare time, where he met Bamf. The puppy calmed his attitude more, as he took all his spare time and put it to use training the dog alongside the other herding and shepherding dogs to be useful. Bamf, however, found a more comfortable life as Ranlyn’s companion, and despite attempts to the contrary, followed his master around to lessons, meals, and excursions into the world beyond the weyr’s walls on occasion, with the exception of following his master out onto the Sands.
At nineteen, his mother died. Having caught an illness and passing in her sleep, Ranlyn lost a part of his life that he'd never eally gotten a proper chance to know. Despite his casual relationship with the rider, the loss hit him hard, and he spent several months re-evaluating hi life. His return to trickery and pranking was initially dismissed as yet another phase, and though it was, it was something that he often returned to during his foul moods to help ease his emotions.
However, at twenty now, Ranlyn is very much aware that he is quickly coming upon the day where he will be ineligible to Stand as a candidate for a dragon. However, he can only wait and see what is to happen with his life and whether or not he will be returning to his ancestral home hold to take up the mantel as a fisher. His trip to Crescent Cove Weyr in hopes of Impressing to one of Useth's eggs was a spur-of-the-moment decision as his father prepared to occupy the Weyr during the temporary quarantine issued by Rina.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Kill him horribly and tragically
