Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 11, 2004 20:06:33 GMT -5
Name:L'kouree(pronounced La-(pause)Cor neither of the e's actually effects the pronounciation of his name...he apparently added them for show...)
Age:28
Gender:male
Position: weyrsinger(please?)
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Prefrence:Kouryouth
Character's Looks:
L'kouree has very well-kept golden hair that's a bit on the long side. actually, when it comes to his hair, he'd make a very tuff greaser from the fifties. His eyes are grey, an odd enough color that suits him well. his build is more on the slender side, but he is not lacking muscles. he is on the tall side, which again suits him perfectly. his energy doesn't seem to be centered, but is a bit everywhere, light and flowing.
Character's Personality:
this narrator would be lying like a dog if it was said he was not a showoff. He loves to be noticed and doesn't care if the publicity is good or bad- just as long as people take notice.He has an odd phobia of fading into obscurity, as if "he is noticed, therefore he is." He is vain, egocentric, but not defensive or short-tempered. he is more often gloomy than mad, and tends towards passive agression. when he does get mad, the speed at which he forgives varies depending on what he has to forgive for- he has been known to hold grudges for years! He is very wise, and always wanting to help people-after all, people who help people get noticed, if only by the people they help. but this narrator is underestimating him. He is a good person, and despite being ego-centric and showoffy, is not arrogant. he just knows what he can do, and does it.
Character's History:
nothing special. his father left before he was born- they never met. He never forgave him for that. he, as a child and early teen, was arrogant, proud, and angry. he didn't have much intrest in anything-untill he tried playing a guitar. he was hooked, and fell in love immediately. he became a harper, and a good one at that...he would have had quite a career...if he hadn't chosen to sit in the stands during a certain hatching....you can imagine the rest.
RP Sample:
Latokouree sat in the stands, watching the hatching with mild intrest. the 19-year old couldn't help but envy the new weyrlings, even if music was his passion...his art...his life. It would be nice, he thought wistuflly...if not nice, then intresting. yeah.
He shifted his hand onto one hand, his elbow propped up by one knee.his posture was bent over, something that wasn't like him. usually he sat like he had an iron pole in his back- not like always having a guitar strapped to his shirt(he made them himself with built-in straps) wasn't the basic equivellent. but he had left his guitar in the lower caverns to watch the hatching, and he was missing it terribly. he regretted not having brought it into the stands...but it would block people's veiw. and while he didn't mind bad publicity, but he didn't want to get attention maliciously. that wasn't his style!
He watched another shell crack, one of the final few for the clutch. he wondered what it would be- he had wagered with the local weyrsinger that it was going to be a brown. he had a few good marks on it.
Come on...brown! He thought, as if he were asking his favorite runner to win at a race. the shell cracked enough so the soaking dragonet could emerge. his face fell. a bronze! shards! there went 7 good marks. He blinked, straightening up so he could see better. what was the little bronze looking for?
It simply stood there, turning its head as if looking for something it couldn't find. was it going to go between?
"poor little thing... can't seem to find its rider..." Latokouree mumbled to himself, barely audible to those nearby. he made a note to write a song about a little dragonet like that one. most impression songs were about success, and told from the human's point of veiw. what did the dragon think? what did it feel if it couldn't find its bonded?
The little dragonet suddenly looked up towards the stands, taking a step toward them, crooning pitiously. it tripped for a second, landing on the burning sands. without even thinking about it, Latokouree pushed his way down to it.
L'koureemine! what were you doing up there? your Kouryouth could not find you!and he's hungry!
"what?...I see. Ok...let's get you some food." it was typical, actually. the showoff had to have been picked from the stands by a bronze. but that didn't matter to the newly re-named L'kouree now. all that mattered was Kouryouth.
Age:28
Gender:male
Position: weyrsinger(please?)
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Prefrence:Kouryouth
Character's Looks:
L'kouree has very well-kept golden hair that's a bit on the long side. actually, when it comes to his hair, he'd make a very tuff greaser from the fifties. His eyes are grey, an odd enough color that suits him well. his build is more on the slender side, but he is not lacking muscles. he is on the tall side, which again suits him perfectly. his energy doesn't seem to be centered, but is a bit everywhere, light and flowing.
Character's Personality:
this narrator would be lying like a dog if it was said he was not a showoff. He loves to be noticed and doesn't care if the publicity is good or bad- just as long as people take notice.He has an odd phobia of fading into obscurity, as if "he is noticed, therefore he is." He is vain, egocentric, but not defensive or short-tempered. he is more often gloomy than mad, and tends towards passive agression. when he does get mad, the speed at which he forgives varies depending on what he has to forgive for- he has been known to hold grudges for years! He is very wise, and always wanting to help people-after all, people who help people get noticed, if only by the people they help. but this narrator is underestimating him. He is a good person, and despite being ego-centric and showoffy, is not arrogant. he just knows what he can do, and does it.
Character's History:
nothing special. his father left before he was born- they never met. He never forgave him for that. he, as a child and early teen, was arrogant, proud, and angry. he didn't have much intrest in anything-untill he tried playing a guitar. he was hooked, and fell in love immediately. he became a harper, and a good one at that...he would have had quite a career...if he hadn't chosen to sit in the stands during a certain hatching....you can imagine the rest.
RP Sample:
Latokouree sat in the stands, watching the hatching with mild intrest. the 19-year old couldn't help but envy the new weyrlings, even if music was his passion...his art...his life. It would be nice, he thought wistuflly...if not nice, then intresting. yeah.
He shifted his hand onto one hand, his elbow propped up by one knee.his posture was bent over, something that wasn't like him. usually he sat like he had an iron pole in his back- not like always having a guitar strapped to his shirt(he made them himself with built-in straps) wasn't the basic equivellent. but he had left his guitar in the lower caverns to watch the hatching, and he was missing it terribly. he regretted not having brought it into the stands...but it would block people's veiw. and while he didn't mind bad publicity, but he didn't want to get attention maliciously. that wasn't his style!
He watched another shell crack, one of the final few for the clutch. he wondered what it would be- he had wagered with the local weyrsinger that it was going to be a brown. he had a few good marks on it.
Come on...brown! He thought, as if he were asking his favorite runner to win at a race. the shell cracked enough so the soaking dragonet could emerge. his face fell. a bronze! shards! there went 7 good marks. He blinked, straightening up so he could see better. what was the little bronze looking for?
It simply stood there, turning its head as if looking for something it couldn't find. was it going to go between?
"poor little thing... can't seem to find its rider..." Latokouree mumbled to himself, barely audible to those nearby. he made a note to write a song about a little dragonet like that one. most impression songs were about success, and told from the human's point of veiw. what did the dragon think? what did it feel if it couldn't find its bonded?
The little dragonet suddenly looked up towards the stands, taking a step toward them, crooning pitiously. it tripped for a second, landing on the burning sands. without even thinking about it, Latokouree pushed his way down to it.
L'koureemine! what were you doing up there? your Kouryouth could not find you!and he's hungry!
"what?...I see. Ok...let's get you some food." it was typical, actually. the showoff had to have been picked from the stands by a bronze. but that didn't matter to the newly re-named L'kouree now. all that mattered was Kouryouth.