Post by Harpertrue on Mar 8, 2004 20:39:03 GMT -5
Name: S’mer
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Position: Weyrling
Dragon's Color: White
Dragon's Name: Kaith
Character's Looks: S’mer is rather small, his red locks fall around his face. His hair is usually messy, with freckles smattering his pale face. His wide green eyes have a sparkle of childish curiosity.
Character's Personality: Despite his compact size, S’mer has a lot of heart. He gets embarrassed rather easily, and is quite gullible, but it is rare to see him depressed. He is optimistic and upbeat, and can be rather bubbly.
Character's History: S’mer (Somer) was born in a small hold seaside, his mother died in childbirth. He was sent to the largest nearby hold for fostering. A few turns after his father died He didn’t care that the other fosterlings were teasing him of his stature. And in a few turns, he was searched! (And the others had to stay.) He actually went to two hatchings, left standing on the grounds before he Impressed his Kaith.
RP Sample:
A small red-headed boy stood on the sands. He was picking up his feet oddly as the heat ran through the bottom of his boots. His hands gripped nervously at the hem of his white Candidate robes. His eyes shifted around the clutch anxiously as he picked up his other foot for a moment. Somer was older that he looked, though he was shorter than most others his age. His pale cheeks flushed with excitement as the first egg began to hatch.
Somer glanced at the queen, his gaze falling back onto the eggs. Shells, everything was interesting. He shifted feet again, struggling to keep himself from wringing the edge of his robes excitedly. The youth’s bright green eyes glittered happily.
After several others hatched and Impressed, Somer’s excitement was giving way for embarrassment. He was the shortest on the grounds. He looked up at the other male Candidates almost shyly.
||Somermine, please help your Kaith!||
Somer jumped at the mental calling. His attention snapped to the unhatched but shaking egg. In moments he was on his knees by the egg, beating on the shell in an attempt to crack the hard shell. |I'm coming my Kaith, I'm trying!| He called to the voice inside the shell, still franticly scrabbling at the eggs shell.
The shell cracked and a small white dragon poked through the crack, spreading out his wings to break the rest of his weakened shell ||Thank you mine. Your Kaith hungers now|| The white dragon said calmly.
Somer grinned rubbing Kaith's eye ridges affectionately. He fondled the dragon for a long moment, muttering encouragingly, then led his weyrmate to the edge of the sands, to watch the rest of the hatching.
#nosmileys
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Position: Weyrling
Dragon's Color: White
Dragon's Name: Kaith
Character's Looks: S’mer is rather small, his red locks fall around his face. His hair is usually messy, with freckles smattering his pale face. His wide green eyes have a sparkle of childish curiosity.
Character's Personality: Despite his compact size, S’mer has a lot of heart. He gets embarrassed rather easily, and is quite gullible, but it is rare to see him depressed. He is optimistic and upbeat, and can be rather bubbly.
Character's History: S’mer (Somer) was born in a small hold seaside, his mother died in childbirth. He was sent to the largest nearby hold for fostering. A few turns after his father died He didn’t care that the other fosterlings were teasing him of his stature. And in a few turns, he was searched! (And the others had to stay.) He actually went to two hatchings, left standing on the grounds before he Impressed his Kaith.
RP Sample:
A small red-headed boy stood on the sands. He was picking up his feet oddly as the heat ran through the bottom of his boots. His hands gripped nervously at the hem of his white Candidate robes. His eyes shifted around the clutch anxiously as he picked up his other foot for a moment. Somer was older that he looked, though he was shorter than most others his age. His pale cheeks flushed with excitement as the first egg began to hatch.
Somer glanced at the queen, his gaze falling back onto the eggs. Shells, everything was interesting. He shifted feet again, struggling to keep himself from wringing the edge of his robes excitedly. The youth’s bright green eyes glittered happily.
After several others hatched and Impressed, Somer’s excitement was giving way for embarrassment. He was the shortest on the grounds. He looked up at the other male Candidates almost shyly.
||Somermine, please help your Kaith!||
Somer jumped at the mental calling. His attention snapped to the unhatched but shaking egg. In moments he was on his knees by the egg, beating on the shell in an attempt to crack the hard shell. |I'm coming my Kaith, I'm trying!| He called to the voice inside the shell, still franticly scrabbling at the eggs shell.
The shell cracked and a small white dragon poked through the crack, spreading out his wings to break the rest of his weakened shell ||Thank you mine. Your Kaith hungers now|| The white dragon said calmly.
Somer grinned rubbing Kaith's eye ridges affectionately. He fondled the dragon for a long moment, muttering encouragingly, then led his weyrmate to the edge of the sands, to watch the rest of the hatching.
#nosmileys