Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 17, 2004 18:04:25 GMT -5
Name: Aiden
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Preference: Any
Dragon's Name/Preference: Menuath
Character's Looks:
omewhat short for his age, Aiden stands at 5' 6", and has somewhat short cropped chestnut hair shot through with strands of red that comes just to his shoulders, held back loosly with anything that happens to be handy. Longer bangs fall around a pair of gray blue eyes that have a tendency to change somewhat with his moods. Clothed in whatever happens to be handy, most of the time the rather drab clothes that drudges are given, he nevertheless bears anything he wears with an almost royal air of self-respect.
Character's Personality:
Despite certain character flaws, such as a nasty habit of not finishing things when he looses interest at an unspecified time, Aiden is generally easy to like. He tends to get annoyed easily, especially if someone doesn't know how or what they are doing when considering just about anything. A bit subservient due to his raising, his respect of dragonriders just about over bounds his respect for anything, or anyone else.
Character's History:
Actually born in Silver Cove Weyr, Aiden spent 18 years of his life as a drudge. His parents were the same, and seeing as there was no real way to raise one's self above drudgery save for becoming either a rider of a master of something, Aiden really had to prospects for a future that involved anything other than cleaning dishes and perhaps becoming overseer in his lifetime.
Around the age of 16, Aiden quickly rose above the other drudges. He found that his thoughts and abilities seemed to have no boundaries. All he had to do was pick something up, try it a few times, and then he had the hang of it. This inspired his parents to save enough marks to get him an instrument, a small lyre to be exact, for his 17th birthday. From then on, he was always seen strumming it.
On a day a good week before the expected hatching of Ikynath's clutch, one of the current riders came across him playing a rather complex tune on the little stringed instrument, and decided to, not so much investigate, as to ask a few questions. It was then that he was taken as a Candidate, something that had seemed too far beyond him and was now suddenly just within reach.
RP Sample:
Long, nimble fingers playing over the strings with a familiarity that led one to believe he was something more, this simple drudge boy hummed to himself the words as he strummed one of the old legend songs, a rather long one at that. He had holed himself up in some remote corner of the Weyr, a place he'd thought no one would find him at, and perhaps deliver a scolding, as they were so apt to do.
So lost in the playing, the smooth wood and strings moving under his fingers as if possessed of a life of its own, the boy did not hear or notice the approach of someone, a thing that was uncommon as he was nearly always on his toes, ready to be called upon for work.
He continued playing until a soft echo of sound came to him, and he looked up with startled gray eyes to see a rider watching him with what seemed to be an unusual amount of interest.
"Oh..I'm sorry..ah...I'll go now...uh...I have things to do." The boy stuttered, hurrying to his feet, but the rider held out a hand to stop him.
"Hold up now for a second." The rider said, a smile on his face as if he'd found something quite precious.
"How long have you been playing that?" The rider asked, moving forward, that same easy, comforting smile in place.
"Um...a little over a year now...sir" Aiden answered back. Now he was going to get it. Playing his lyre when he was supposed to be cleaning something -shards, there was always something that needed cleaning.
The rider blinked his surprise. "I have never seen you in any of the music classes. Who taught you?"
Aiden shuffled his feet uncharacteristically. "Um...no one, sir. I taught myself." The boy answered hesitatingly. Again, surprise registered on the rider's face. He was due to leave on Search within the next half hour. Perhaps he had already found one candidate right under the Weyr's very nose.
"What is it that you do here....?"
"Aiden, sir."
Aiden...What is your job here at Silver Cove? What do your parents do?"
"We...we're drudges, sir." Again that look of surprise, but as it had been proven many a time before, Candidates for impression could be anyone from any background. A smile came back to the rider's face.
"I'm due to leave on Search in a while. How would you like to come with me?"
This time, it was Aiden's turn to look surprised. Here he was, expecting a berating, and this rider was offering him a ride a-dragon back. His thoughts soared for a moment before coming to a settle at his feet.
"If you would like me to, sir." He said submissively.
It was a short time later that he found himself on the back of a great bronze dragon, seated just before the rider, who's name he'd later learned was K'roi. The wind blew sharply against his face as they soared high over the land.
"Alright now, we're going between." The red haired rider warned a few seconds before they winked between.
His breath catching in his throat, the bitter cold dug into Aiden's bones, and a brief moment of panic held him until they once more winked back into the warm southern air. It was dizzyingly exciting, and he felt more at ease than he would have expected riding the dragon, whose muscles pumped beneath him with every wing beat.
Seeing the reaction he had hoped, the bronzerider then turned his dragon around. It was then that Aiden noticed that they had not actually gone anywhere. They were still just over the open sky space of Silver Cove. A question on his lips, he turned to the bronzerider behind him.
"What would your parents say to you trying out as a candidate?" The rider said before the boy could get anything out. It didn't register on him for a moment, and then it was like the whole world fell away, and Aiden was left with those words.
Trying out as a candidate.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Preference: Any
Dragon's Name/Preference: Menuath
Character's Looks:
omewhat short for his age, Aiden stands at 5' 6", and has somewhat short cropped chestnut hair shot through with strands of red that comes just to his shoulders, held back loosly with anything that happens to be handy. Longer bangs fall around a pair of gray blue eyes that have a tendency to change somewhat with his moods. Clothed in whatever happens to be handy, most of the time the rather drab clothes that drudges are given, he nevertheless bears anything he wears with an almost royal air of self-respect.
Character's Personality:
Despite certain character flaws, such as a nasty habit of not finishing things when he looses interest at an unspecified time, Aiden is generally easy to like. He tends to get annoyed easily, especially if someone doesn't know how or what they are doing when considering just about anything. A bit subservient due to his raising, his respect of dragonriders just about over bounds his respect for anything, or anyone else.
Character's History:
Actually born in Silver Cove Weyr, Aiden spent 18 years of his life as a drudge. His parents were the same, and seeing as there was no real way to raise one's self above drudgery save for becoming either a rider of a master of something, Aiden really had to prospects for a future that involved anything other than cleaning dishes and perhaps becoming overseer in his lifetime.
Around the age of 16, Aiden quickly rose above the other drudges. He found that his thoughts and abilities seemed to have no boundaries. All he had to do was pick something up, try it a few times, and then he had the hang of it. This inspired his parents to save enough marks to get him an instrument, a small lyre to be exact, for his 17th birthday. From then on, he was always seen strumming it.
On a day a good week before the expected hatching of Ikynath's clutch, one of the current riders came across him playing a rather complex tune on the little stringed instrument, and decided to, not so much investigate, as to ask a few questions. It was then that he was taken as a Candidate, something that had seemed too far beyond him and was now suddenly just within reach.
RP Sample:
Long, nimble fingers playing over the strings with a familiarity that led one to believe he was something more, this simple drudge boy hummed to himself the words as he strummed one of the old legend songs, a rather long one at that. He had holed himself up in some remote corner of the Weyr, a place he'd thought no one would find him at, and perhaps deliver a scolding, as they were so apt to do.
So lost in the playing, the smooth wood and strings moving under his fingers as if possessed of a life of its own, the boy did not hear or notice the approach of someone, a thing that was uncommon as he was nearly always on his toes, ready to be called upon for work.
He continued playing until a soft echo of sound came to him, and he looked up with startled gray eyes to see a rider watching him with what seemed to be an unusual amount of interest.
"Oh..I'm sorry..ah...I'll go now...uh...I have things to do." The boy stuttered, hurrying to his feet, but the rider held out a hand to stop him.
"Hold up now for a second." The rider said, a smile on his face as if he'd found something quite precious.
"How long have you been playing that?" The rider asked, moving forward, that same easy, comforting smile in place.
"Um...a little over a year now...sir" Aiden answered back. Now he was going to get it. Playing his lyre when he was supposed to be cleaning something -shards, there was always something that needed cleaning.
The rider blinked his surprise. "I have never seen you in any of the music classes. Who taught you?"
Aiden shuffled his feet uncharacteristically. "Um...no one, sir. I taught myself." The boy answered hesitatingly. Again, surprise registered on the rider's face. He was due to leave on Search within the next half hour. Perhaps he had already found one candidate right under the Weyr's very nose.
"What is it that you do here....?"
"Aiden, sir."
Aiden...What is your job here at Silver Cove? What do your parents do?"
"We...we're drudges, sir." Again that look of surprise, but as it had been proven many a time before, Candidates for impression could be anyone from any background. A smile came back to the rider's face.
"I'm due to leave on Search in a while. How would you like to come with me?"
This time, it was Aiden's turn to look surprised. Here he was, expecting a berating, and this rider was offering him a ride a-dragon back. His thoughts soared for a moment before coming to a settle at his feet.
"If you would like me to, sir." He said submissively.
It was a short time later that he found himself on the back of a great bronze dragon, seated just before the rider, who's name he'd later learned was K'roi. The wind blew sharply against his face as they soared high over the land.
"Alright now, we're going between." The red haired rider warned a few seconds before they winked between.
His breath catching in his throat, the bitter cold dug into Aiden's bones, and a brief moment of panic held him until they once more winked back into the warm southern air. It was dizzyingly exciting, and he felt more at ease than he would have expected riding the dragon, whose muscles pumped beneath him with every wing beat.
Seeing the reaction he had hoped, the bronzerider then turned his dragon around. It was then that Aiden noticed that they had not actually gone anywhere. They were still just over the open sky space of Silver Cove. A question on his lips, he turned to the bronzerider behind him.
"What would your parents say to you trying out as a candidate?" The rider said before the boy could get anything out. It didn't register on him for a moment, and then it was like the whole world fell away, and Aiden was left with those words.
Trying out as a candidate.