Post by boober on Jun 21, 2009 5:22:21 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Name: Calerin
Age: 2 Turns (born in April)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: N/A
Rank: Weyrbrat
Physical Appearance:
Calerin was nothing remarkable at birth, born with the usual dark blue eyes of most newborns. Pale skin and dark hair completed the basics. As he grew, his eyes lightened into the same blue-gray shade that was his mother’s. His skin never really darkened as he got older, remaining fair. As he’s gotten older his hair has proven to be curly and fine in texture, spiraling into the curls that his mother boasted but remaining the much darker black of his father’s. Not having received so much as a trim since he was born, the child’s hair falls past his shoulders in rich, glossy black ringlets. His facial features are a fair mix of both parents although his eyes seem to be entirely his mother’s as far as shape and color are concerned. Long black lashes frame them thickly, the classic look that females seem to want but males always seem to get. His nose is short and small and will likely never be prominent, even when he reaches adulthood.
Even at such a young age Calerin’s build is becoming apparent through the baby fat on his frame. He will never grow to be a large individual, and if the height of his parents is any indication he doesn’t even have that to look forward to either. Even now he’s small for his age but not because of any form of neglect, illness, or defect. Simple genetics has decided his fate on this matter. Calerin will likely go through the various stages of his growth like any child, but in the end will probably end up being small and wiry and will never have the advantage of being able to intimidate through size.
Personality:
As a baby Calerin was oddly quiet; he never really fussed or cried, even when he was wet or hungry. The way anyone usually knew he needed something was that he was awake. He preferred to spend much of his time sleeping when all was right in his little world so when his eyes popped open, his mother’s first impulse was to check his swaddling and see if he was hungry. It’s not very different now; Calerin rarely cries and never throws a tantrum for any reason. Before his parents’ deaths, he chattered and sang brightly as most children were wont to do, picking up words rapidly and thus displaying his intelligence. Calerin was very laid-back and go-with-the-flow; even though his personality was bright, he was more likely to give a big smile and go on his merry little way than to squeal and make noise when something pleased him.
Since the siege that resulted in the death of his parents, however, the brightness has all but disappeared from his personality. Calerin has ceased speaking completely and hasn’t laughed and hardly even smiled since. Although no one has explained the concepts of war and death to the toddler, he’s smart enough that he’s figured out his parents are never coming back. Stranded in the crèche, he’s withdrawn into himself, aware of everything that goes on around him but not really seeming to particularly care about any of it. He spends his time away from all of the other children and, despite effort (however meager) on the crèche workers’ parts, prefers not to join in on any group activities or even have the full attention of an adult on him. Only one or two select people can actually get the child to interact with them with any amount of interest whatsoever.
History:
Born to green rider Cezine and blue rider E’ri as the result of a Flight, there was hardly a more secure child in the weyr. Cezine wasn’t about to give up her firstborn to the nursery, determined to care for her son as a mother should. And because the child was his, E’ri insisted that Cezine remain with him.
The two riders came to know each other when Cezine, as a weyrling, offered to watch E’ri’s twin children by his deceased weyrmate. The more time she spent with them, the more she bonded with the children and even, to an extent, with their father. When her dragon took to the skies for her maiden Flight, it was none other than E’ri’s Bazeth who caught her. Eight and a half months later, Calerin was born, two sevendays early. Despite his small size the baby was perfect in every way. Although she still cared for and even loved the twins, Calerin was always first in Cezine’s affections even as she tried not to show it. E’ri wasn’t the perfect father but he was close, caring for Cezine who helped him care for the children. Together they were a happy family.
As Calerin grew older his mother began to take him on rides, short at first, then gradually longer. Calerin adored the dragons and when he was able to, often would flop on one of his parents’ mindmates. The dragons didn’t seem to mind and tolerated the child well. As a result Calerin formed a certain affinity for dragons, enjoying them all in the many shapes, sizes, and colors they came in. The plethora of firelizards that always surrounded the child seemed to help this, and they were just more creatures to enjoy. He was a very easy-going child and seemed to love all things, even a certain child-phobic healer. Just before his second Turn birthing day Calerin began the process of potty training, and it didn’t take him long to catch on. It was quite a relief for both of his parents when they no longer had to worry about diapers.
It seemed that life was pretty much a bowl of cherries for the toddler. At least until the siege. The warning went up at night, and the moment it was given, his parents began rushing about. Calerin’s half-siblings were crying and making noises, which frightened the little boy until his mother gathered them all up and firmly scolded them for making such a racket. Then she hid them and told them all to be very quiet lest bad people come and take them away. Then suddenly both of his parents were gone. Calerin hid with the twins for what seemed like ages until someone came and found them. His brother and sister had cried softly but Calerin had done as he was told, since he was a good boy, and remained utterly silent, not wanting anyone to come and take him away from his parents. They were immediately taken to the crèche where they lived among many others for a long time until the twins were fostered out, leaving Calerin in the crèche by himself.
As the days wore on, the little boy never uttered a single word or made any kind of sound. He never yelled, cried, or even laughed. He was completely silent, just as his mommy had told him to be. He was a good boy. Unfortunately as a result the crèche workers often overlooked him and Calerin spent much of his time in solitude, even among so many of his peers. It didn’t take long for the tot to realize that his parents were never going to come back for him and that he would never see them again. He didn’t understand what had made them go away but he knew they were gone. Because of this he began to look forward to a certain child-phobic healer’s visits with an almost desperate air; Calerin was always elated to see R’wign, and always heart-broken to see him go but still made no noise to communicate his feelings. Besides, his expressions were always more than enough.
Then one day a strange brown rider came to the crèche and picked him up. Calerin had never seen her before, but it seemed that he would be seeing a whole lot of her from then on, as she took him from the crèche and to her weyr....
This is really just an update, since I couldn't actually modify the original...
Name: Calerin
Age: 2 Turns (born in April)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: N/A
Rank: Weyrbrat
Physical Appearance:
Calerin was nothing remarkable at birth, born with the usual dark blue eyes of most newborns. Pale skin and dark hair completed the basics. As he grew, his eyes lightened into the same blue-gray shade that was his mother’s. His skin never really darkened as he got older, remaining fair. As he’s gotten older his hair has proven to be curly and fine in texture, spiraling into the curls that his mother boasted but remaining the much darker black of his father’s. Not having received so much as a trim since he was born, the child’s hair falls past his shoulders in rich, glossy black ringlets. His facial features are a fair mix of both parents although his eyes seem to be entirely his mother’s as far as shape and color are concerned. Long black lashes frame them thickly, the classic look that females seem to want but males always seem to get. His nose is short and small and will likely never be prominent, even when he reaches adulthood.
Even at such a young age Calerin’s build is becoming apparent through the baby fat on his frame. He will never grow to be a large individual, and if the height of his parents is any indication he doesn’t even have that to look forward to either. Even now he’s small for his age but not because of any form of neglect, illness, or defect. Simple genetics has decided his fate on this matter. Calerin will likely go through the various stages of his growth like any child, but in the end will probably end up being small and wiry and will never have the advantage of being able to intimidate through size.
Personality:
As a baby Calerin was oddly quiet; he never really fussed or cried, even when he was wet or hungry. The way anyone usually knew he needed something was that he was awake. He preferred to spend much of his time sleeping when all was right in his little world so when his eyes popped open, his mother’s first impulse was to check his swaddling and see if he was hungry. It’s not very different now; Calerin rarely cries and never throws a tantrum for any reason. Before his parents’ deaths, he chattered and sang brightly as most children were wont to do, picking up words rapidly and thus displaying his intelligence. Calerin was very laid-back and go-with-the-flow; even though his personality was bright, he was more likely to give a big smile and go on his merry little way than to squeal and make noise when something pleased him.
Since the siege that resulted in the death of his parents, however, the brightness has all but disappeared from his personality. Calerin has ceased speaking completely and hasn’t laughed and hardly even smiled since. Although no one has explained the concepts of war and death to the toddler, he’s smart enough that he’s figured out his parents are never coming back. Stranded in the crèche, he’s withdrawn into himself, aware of everything that goes on around him but not really seeming to particularly care about any of it. He spends his time away from all of the other children and, despite effort (however meager) on the crèche workers’ parts, prefers not to join in on any group activities or even have the full attention of an adult on him. Only one or two select people can actually get the child to interact with them with any amount of interest whatsoever.
History:
Born to green rider Cezine and blue rider E’ri as the result of a Flight, there was hardly a more secure child in the weyr. Cezine wasn’t about to give up her firstborn to the nursery, determined to care for her son as a mother should. And because the child was his, E’ri insisted that Cezine remain with him.
The two riders came to know each other when Cezine, as a weyrling, offered to watch E’ri’s twin children by his deceased weyrmate. The more time she spent with them, the more she bonded with the children and even, to an extent, with their father. When her dragon took to the skies for her maiden Flight, it was none other than E’ri’s Bazeth who caught her. Eight and a half months later, Calerin was born, two sevendays early. Despite his small size the baby was perfect in every way. Although she still cared for and even loved the twins, Calerin was always first in Cezine’s affections even as she tried not to show it. E’ri wasn’t the perfect father but he was close, caring for Cezine who helped him care for the children. Together they were a happy family.
As Calerin grew older his mother began to take him on rides, short at first, then gradually longer. Calerin adored the dragons and when he was able to, often would flop on one of his parents’ mindmates. The dragons didn’t seem to mind and tolerated the child well. As a result Calerin formed a certain affinity for dragons, enjoying them all in the many shapes, sizes, and colors they came in. The plethora of firelizards that always surrounded the child seemed to help this, and they were just more creatures to enjoy. He was a very easy-going child and seemed to love all things, even a certain child-phobic healer. Just before his second Turn birthing day Calerin began the process of potty training, and it didn’t take him long to catch on. It was quite a relief for both of his parents when they no longer had to worry about diapers.
It seemed that life was pretty much a bowl of cherries for the toddler. At least until the siege. The warning went up at night, and the moment it was given, his parents began rushing about. Calerin’s half-siblings were crying and making noises, which frightened the little boy until his mother gathered them all up and firmly scolded them for making such a racket. Then she hid them and told them all to be very quiet lest bad people come and take them away. Then suddenly both of his parents were gone. Calerin hid with the twins for what seemed like ages until someone came and found them. His brother and sister had cried softly but Calerin had done as he was told, since he was a good boy, and remained utterly silent, not wanting anyone to come and take him away from his parents. They were immediately taken to the crèche where they lived among many others for a long time until the twins were fostered out, leaving Calerin in the crèche by himself.
As the days wore on, the little boy never uttered a single word or made any kind of sound. He never yelled, cried, or even laughed. He was completely silent, just as his mommy had told him to be. He was a good boy. Unfortunately as a result the crèche workers often overlooked him and Calerin spent much of his time in solitude, even among so many of his peers. It didn’t take long for the tot to realize that his parents were never going to come back for him and that he would never see them again. He didn’t understand what had made them go away but he knew they were gone. Because of this he began to look forward to a certain child-phobic healer’s visits with an almost desperate air; Calerin was always elated to see R’wign, and always heart-broken to see him go but still made no noise to communicate his feelings. Besides, his expressions were always more than enough.
Then one day a strange brown rider came to the crèche and picked him up. Calerin had never seen her before, but it seemed that he would be seeing a whole lot of her from then on, as she took him from the crèche and to her weyr....
This is really just an update, since I couldn't actually modify the original...