Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 25, 2004 12:20:51 GMT -5
Name: Devyn
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Black
Dragon's Name/Prefrence: Inideth
Character's Looks: Devyn is tall, taller than most boys his age. Already standing at 6'1", he hasn't quite stopped growing yet. Short, choppy black hair comes to about his ears, feathery in cut, and bright emerald green eyes full of a, not so much quiet, but introspective quality. His clothes are of decent quality, seeing as he's the son of a Lord holder, but they are more for use than looks.
Character's Personality: Introspective, Devyn is, to say the least, an artist. He is laid back, and easy to get along with, though many call him lazy. He is, to a point, but he credits that to the fact that he was raised in relative spoilage his whole life. However, he does work more than his parents would like. He frequently prefers 'dawdling' as his parents call it, outside the hold, instead of staying inside for his appointed lessons. Nature attracts him more than anything, and its quite apparent in his sketches. Never far from a hide and bit of charcoal, he doodles anything and everything of any interest to him.
A commanding, and somewhat condescending streak runs through him, though it is only evident at times. Again, credited by others to his upbringing.
Character's History: Born the son of a Lord Holder was a mistake for a boy like Devyn. Even from the begining, his parents were dismayed with their son's apparent lack of interest with anything concerning the hold. He was more often than not, running around outside the hold with his 'ragamuffin' friends. It was a dismaying thought for his parents, but the sudden arrival of the searchrider brought new hopes for their son. Perhaps being choosen and bonded to a dragon would give him the drive to do something with himself other than lazing the day away outside with his friends and his art.
RP Sample: Devyn shuffled along, annoyance in his mind.
Again, his parents' meddling was getting him shoved off to another place, a Weyr no less! Where did they get off with trying to run his life? Son of a holder must perform according to his duties...his parents' favorite form of tirade. When would they give up on him, and turn to his younger brother? Ley had plenty of good qualities to run a hold. His parents were simply fixed on the old ways, and insisted that their eldest son be the next lord holder.
Walking into the main room, Devyn put on a good face, as much an accomplished actor as he was a piddling artist. It was something that came with the territory.
The searchrider stood there, a question on his face. Devyn could guess why. If he became a Rider, he wouldn't be able to return and take his place as Lord Holder. Perhaps his parents had given up on shoving the title to him. The thought gave him some hope, and his spirits lifted a bit.
"Ready to go?" The rider asked, turning to leave even as he said it. Devyn followed without a word, glancing at his parents in passing, and then leaving the room.
The dragon outside was a large blue, eyes swirling as the two approached.
Devyn felt no real fear, more like an interest. He would be riding on this dragon, between no less. It certainly would be an exihlirating experience.
The rider vaulted to the blue's back, and reached down to help Devyn to a seat behind him. When situated, the dragon launched off without warning, and Devyn's worries were washed away in the sudden thrill of flight.
He was going to be a candidate. It was a prospect that had never before presented itself to him, and now it was all too real and tangible as the three winked between on the way to Silver Cove.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Black
Dragon's Name/Prefrence: Inideth
Character's Looks: Devyn is tall, taller than most boys his age. Already standing at 6'1", he hasn't quite stopped growing yet. Short, choppy black hair comes to about his ears, feathery in cut, and bright emerald green eyes full of a, not so much quiet, but introspective quality. His clothes are of decent quality, seeing as he's the son of a Lord holder, but they are more for use than looks.
Character's Personality: Introspective, Devyn is, to say the least, an artist. He is laid back, and easy to get along with, though many call him lazy. He is, to a point, but he credits that to the fact that he was raised in relative spoilage his whole life. However, he does work more than his parents would like. He frequently prefers 'dawdling' as his parents call it, outside the hold, instead of staying inside for his appointed lessons. Nature attracts him more than anything, and its quite apparent in his sketches. Never far from a hide and bit of charcoal, he doodles anything and everything of any interest to him.
A commanding, and somewhat condescending streak runs through him, though it is only evident at times. Again, credited by others to his upbringing.
Character's History: Born the son of a Lord Holder was a mistake for a boy like Devyn. Even from the begining, his parents were dismayed with their son's apparent lack of interest with anything concerning the hold. He was more often than not, running around outside the hold with his 'ragamuffin' friends. It was a dismaying thought for his parents, but the sudden arrival of the searchrider brought new hopes for their son. Perhaps being choosen and bonded to a dragon would give him the drive to do something with himself other than lazing the day away outside with his friends and his art.
RP Sample: Devyn shuffled along, annoyance in his mind.
Again, his parents' meddling was getting him shoved off to another place, a Weyr no less! Where did they get off with trying to run his life? Son of a holder must perform according to his duties...his parents' favorite form of tirade. When would they give up on him, and turn to his younger brother? Ley had plenty of good qualities to run a hold. His parents were simply fixed on the old ways, and insisted that their eldest son be the next lord holder.
Walking into the main room, Devyn put on a good face, as much an accomplished actor as he was a piddling artist. It was something that came with the territory.
The searchrider stood there, a question on his face. Devyn could guess why. If he became a Rider, he wouldn't be able to return and take his place as Lord Holder. Perhaps his parents had given up on shoving the title to him. The thought gave him some hope, and his spirits lifted a bit.
"Ready to go?" The rider asked, turning to leave even as he said it. Devyn followed without a word, glancing at his parents in passing, and then leaving the room.
The dragon outside was a large blue, eyes swirling as the two approached.
Devyn felt no real fear, more like an interest. He would be riding on this dragon, between no less. It certainly would be an exihlirating experience.
The rider vaulted to the blue's back, and reached down to help Devyn to a seat behind him. When situated, the dragon launched off without warning, and Devyn's worries were washed away in the sudden thrill of flight.
He was going to be a candidate. It was a prospect that had never before presented itself to him, and now it was all too real and tangible as the three winked between on the way to Silver Cove.
