Post by M'trim on Mar 8, 2004 15:52:23 GMT -5
Name: Matrim
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Preference: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Preference: ...Does it matter?
Character's Looks: The first impression a casual onlooker would get from Matrim would be the height. He stands at a tower 6'1", much taller than most other inhabitants of the weyr. He has black hair that sticks up no matter what he does to it, grey eyes the color of the Sands in the Hatching Grounds, and he is quite pale. Matrim never tans; he only burns bright red, especially in the summer heat. He is lanky and skinny, but a lot stronger than he really looks. Matrim likes dark colors, and is often found in dark greys and blacks. He enjoys quiet, intellectual activities, but is quick on his feet and also likes to play outdoor games.
Character's Personality: Matrim is a leader born and bred. If people don’t hop to what he says immediately, he gets frustrated and might even yell. But he is skilled at controlling his temper, a talent which stems from a long-ago incident including a tutor and a long stick that he won’t soon forget. However, Mat enjoys flirting with any young woman who comes near him. He is a real lady’s man, and knows it, often convincing many young women that he cares only for them, and that the others are a mere ‘fling’. His current record is six. When he chooses to, however, he is a skillful leader, knowing exactly what to do. He is not terribly talented at negotiation, though, and ones he is in charge of often disintegrate into shouting matches, which Mat can easily win due to his overbearing presence. He’s a big softy at heart, really, enjoying long walks outside, and he courts his young ladies with flowers and elegant bows and soft words.
Character's History: Matrim was born in High Reaches Hold to the Lord and Lady Holder. He enjoyed his duties as the son of the Lord Holder, excelling in his studies of both intellectual and physical types. He became a talented swordsman, although no one would ever practice with him, since he tended to beat everyone who came near.
Mat was Searched at the age of sixteen, since his parents had held him back due to the fact that he was their only child, except for a daughter who appeared to be unremarkable, until she was caught doing sums that even Mat couldn’t solve. She was then trained to become a Lady Holder, and Mat was submitted to the Search of the Riders. It was at this moment that he discovered that he could Hear All Dragons. He was taken to High Reaches Weyr, where he failed to Impress any dragonet for his first five times. He was then sent from weyr to weyr, never Impressing a dragon at all. It was then decided that he should be sent to a smaller weyr, and Mat was shipped off to Silver Cove Weyr, where he immediately began to cause outrage by flirting with all the female Candidates he could get at.
This is his last chance to Impress, or he will be sent back home.
RP Sample:
“This is the only time,” Mat heard his father say quietly. “My Lady and I need him to stay here, in case his sister isn’t suitable.”
Mat couldn’t understand the gravelly words of the dragonrider speaking to his father, but he understood the tone: He would have to leave High Reaches hold. It was almost unthinkable, really, that he should have to leave. Why should he of all people be a suitable Candidate to go to a weyr? Silly, really.
“Very, well,” Mat’s father said. “Mat!” he called. “Come here.” The young man approached the dragonrider uneasily, wary of the presence of the massive brown dragon behind the man.
“I am S’far,” the rider said. “Let Kenath here have a look at you.” Before Mat could protest, his eyes were locked on those of the brown dragon’s, and it seemed like an age of the world had passed before the dragon’s head drew away. Looking up, he actually heard the dragon speaking to S’far!
He is suitable, was all the dragon told the man, however, but S’far smiled. “He is perfect,” the rider said. “Come with me, boy. I will take you to High Reaches Weyr.” Before Mat could move a muscle, he was sitting in front of the large rider, grey eyes full of worry as he looked down at his parents and his sister.
“G’bye!” he called loudly, reaching down for his sister’s stretching fingers. Their fingertips brushed, and Mat barely had the time for another farewell before the brown Kenath had lifted from the ground and was flying towards High Reaches Weyr.
((A'ight... it's Rhys, and this is Matrim. I finally fixed it. -glares at computer-))
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Preference: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Preference: ...Does it matter?
Character's Looks: The first impression a casual onlooker would get from Matrim would be the height. He stands at a tower 6'1", much taller than most other inhabitants of the weyr. He has black hair that sticks up no matter what he does to it, grey eyes the color of the Sands in the Hatching Grounds, and he is quite pale. Matrim never tans; he only burns bright red, especially in the summer heat. He is lanky and skinny, but a lot stronger than he really looks. Matrim likes dark colors, and is often found in dark greys and blacks. He enjoys quiet, intellectual activities, but is quick on his feet and also likes to play outdoor games.
Character's Personality: Matrim is a leader born and bred. If people don’t hop to what he says immediately, he gets frustrated and might even yell. But he is skilled at controlling his temper, a talent which stems from a long-ago incident including a tutor and a long stick that he won’t soon forget. However, Mat enjoys flirting with any young woman who comes near him. He is a real lady’s man, and knows it, often convincing many young women that he cares only for them, and that the others are a mere ‘fling’. His current record is six. When he chooses to, however, he is a skillful leader, knowing exactly what to do. He is not terribly talented at negotiation, though, and ones he is in charge of often disintegrate into shouting matches, which Mat can easily win due to his overbearing presence. He’s a big softy at heart, really, enjoying long walks outside, and he courts his young ladies with flowers and elegant bows and soft words.
Character's History: Matrim was born in High Reaches Hold to the Lord and Lady Holder. He enjoyed his duties as the son of the Lord Holder, excelling in his studies of both intellectual and physical types. He became a talented swordsman, although no one would ever practice with him, since he tended to beat everyone who came near.
Mat was Searched at the age of sixteen, since his parents had held him back due to the fact that he was their only child, except for a daughter who appeared to be unremarkable, until she was caught doing sums that even Mat couldn’t solve. She was then trained to become a Lady Holder, and Mat was submitted to the Search of the Riders. It was at this moment that he discovered that he could Hear All Dragons. He was taken to High Reaches Weyr, where he failed to Impress any dragonet for his first five times. He was then sent from weyr to weyr, never Impressing a dragon at all. It was then decided that he should be sent to a smaller weyr, and Mat was shipped off to Silver Cove Weyr, where he immediately began to cause outrage by flirting with all the female Candidates he could get at.
This is his last chance to Impress, or he will be sent back home.
RP Sample:
“This is the only time,” Mat heard his father say quietly. “My Lady and I need him to stay here, in case his sister isn’t suitable.”
Mat couldn’t understand the gravelly words of the dragonrider speaking to his father, but he understood the tone: He would have to leave High Reaches hold. It was almost unthinkable, really, that he should have to leave. Why should he of all people be a suitable Candidate to go to a weyr? Silly, really.
“Very, well,” Mat’s father said. “Mat!” he called. “Come here.” The young man approached the dragonrider uneasily, wary of the presence of the massive brown dragon behind the man.
“I am S’far,” the rider said. “Let Kenath here have a look at you.” Before Mat could protest, his eyes were locked on those of the brown dragon’s, and it seemed like an age of the world had passed before the dragon’s head drew away. Looking up, he actually heard the dragon speaking to S’far!
He is suitable, was all the dragon told the man, however, but S’far smiled. “He is perfect,” the rider said. “Come with me, boy. I will take you to High Reaches Weyr.” Before Mat could move a muscle, he was sitting in front of the large rider, grey eyes full of worry as he looked down at his parents and his sister.
“G’bye!” he called loudly, reaching down for his sister’s stretching fingers. Their fingertips brushed, and Mat barely had the time for another farewell before the brown Kenath had lifted from the ground and was flying towards High Reaches Weyr.
((A'ight... it's Rhys, and this is Matrim. I finally fixed it. -glares at computer-))
