Post by sai on Apr 15, 2009 0:35:24 GMT -5
Status: Complete | Pending
Humans:
Name: Meradyr (MARE - ah - deer)
Age: 15
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual (mostly because he's never considered an alternative and doesn't really care that much)
Rank: candidate
Physical Appearance:
Meradyr may not be the paradigm of masculinity, but he is nevertheless unquestionably male. Still, being short of stature and lean of build has done little to impress the female gender, and there are days that Meradyr finds himself lamenting this fact. He stands 170 cm (5'7") in height, and weighs surprisingly more than most people anticipate, at a full 68 kilograms (approx. 150 lbs.). Despite his meager stature and lean build, tight, wiry muscles, born of turns of hard work, add surprising weight to his body, visible beneath his skin whenever he moves.
Meradyr was born of a middling skin tone, but the sun's kiss has shifted it to a soft, rich bronze color. Likewise, his hair was once a middling brown, but exposure to the sun has lit it up with rich, golden streaks. He keeps it cropped short, more for convenience than anything. Meradyr has always been too unconcerned with his hair to bother tending to it, and so it also tends to grow just a bit too long and start falling frequently into his eyes before he remembers to get it cut. His hair forms an effeminate widow's peak on his forehead, one of the few truly feminine features he possesses, and the way his soft waves make his hair lay only serve to make it that much more pronounced.
Meradyr spent his early life in a small hold largely focused on beastcrafting, and all those turns of hard labor assisting with the animals have left him strong. His endurance is also extraordinary. However, farmwork is hazardous, even under the best of conditions, and a myriad of fine white scars crisscross his person from various accidents, mishaps, and complications customary to beastcrafting, even as nothing more than the child of a crafter.
Of his face, it can be said that Meradyr is strong of jaw, with a full mouth. Little else is uncommon, however. His cheekbones are neither high nor low, neither prominent nor weak. His nose is neither narrow nor wide, long nor short, rounded nor hooked. His brow is neither thin nor thick, arched nor flat. His ears are neither large nor small, prominent nor laid down, high nor low. Even his eyes, being only slightly larger than absolute average and of a particularly deep brown, which is hardly an uncommon color to see on Pern, are generally unremarkable.
Personality: Meradyr is a reliable young man, level-headed, trustworthy, and dependable, with an unshakable steady calm and an unruffled demeanor. Most of this, however, is purely cultivated to help keep animal-related accidents to a minimum. Anything less tends to end very badly with animals around, even of the domestic variety. This has only been amplified by his status as the eldest of seven children.
However, his methods tend to be more of the problem solving and directing variety than of the mother-hen nature. When given charge of a few of his siblings and given a task to complete, he would issue direction, expect it to be taken care of, and then go so what he needed to in order to complete his goal.
Meradyr, however, detests the positions of responsibility he has been given. It isn't that he doesn't believe in work, or that he is lazy, but he feels responsible for it when he is given a duty and cannot, for whatever reason, complete it. Further, he feels that it is his place to oversee the wellbeing of those under his direction. When someone is hurt, regardless of why, the fault lies with him, and he detests the feeling.
Outside of this, Meradyr is rarely excessively empathetic. Indeed, he is far more likely to become nervous around tears than consoling. He resolves this issue by trying to cure whatever problem caused the tears in the first place. Anger is no different. It is only the brighter emotions with which Meradyr finds any ease or comfort.
Being fifteen, Meradyr has recently launched himself into the wonderful world of girls, with... minimal success. He doesn't really understand, yet, how best to flirt, and tends to find every possible stumbling block in his path. He does, however, try relentlessly, and hopes to eventually succeed. Every new effort is just a little bit better than the one before it, and, ever the optimist, Meradyr sees that as a marked improvement and strong encouragement.
History: Meradyr was born in a small southern beastcraft hold, to Merain and Oldyr, a beastcrafter and his beloved wife, who, with an anticipated dozen children to raise (for the two were aiming high), had opted not to take a craft. A large family had always been her dream. Oldyr was more than happy to assist.
The couple never did see twelve, but by the time Meradyr was two, Merain had delivered her second and was working on number three. By age eight, when he was large enough to assist with more than just feedings, Meradyr had a passel of five younger siblings. Number six came in his tenth turn, and, after a miscarriage shortly before his fourteenth birthday, Merain birthed her seventh and final child a bare two days after Meradyr turned fifteen.
By Meradyr's fifth turn, however, he was out daily assisting his father with feeding the herds, if only in the smallest ways, and by eight, he had little time to waste on playing with his siblings. It was only the eldest few he ever took the time to know well, as they were regularly out with him, assisting with farmwork.
Meradyr was a studious and dutiful student during lessons, but most of it came very hard to him, and once he began lessoning with the hold's harper, his meager free time plummeted to next to nothing. A bright, optimistic attitude and friendly demeanor, however, went a long way to winning the boy friends, and he was generally well liked by his classmates and fellows.
The shift in attitude at Selenitas became the buzz of the entire hold when Meradyr was nine turns old. To his parents, it was a big deal. Suddenly, their treatment was under a significant shift, with the contribution of their animals to the Weyr being actually appreciated for the first time in Meradyr's life. Meradyr himself, however, was nine, and therefore couldn't much care less about the Weyr or what it did. Still, by the time the fuss died down, he was quite thoroughly sick of hearing the words, "Selenitas Weyr".
It was generally supposed, by Meradyr and all parties, that when it was slow enough with the herd to send him off, he'd go and apprentice as a beastcrafter, then return as a journeyman to assist with the herd and, eventually, take it over. Meradyr had accepted this and was content with what he anticipated was to be his lot in life.
When Millieth rose, however, and the searchrider's fanned out, Meradyr found his life turned upside down by the declaration that he was candidate material. Suddenly, becoming a beastcrafter became a fallback option. After all, with six younger siblings, it wasn't as though there wouldn't be someone to take over the herd... well. It was an opportunity that even he could not pass up, and so, away to Selenitas he went.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): M'dyr (M ' deer)
Queen Only? (Females Only): n/a
Desired Dragon Color: n/a - no preference
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Humans:
Name: Meradyr (MARE - ah - deer)
Age: 15
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual (mostly because he's never considered an alternative and doesn't really care that much)
Rank: candidate
Physical Appearance:
Meradyr may not be the paradigm of masculinity, but he is nevertheless unquestionably male. Still, being short of stature and lean of build has done little to impress the female gender, and there are days that Meradyr finds himself lamenting this fact. He stands 170 cm (5'7") in height, and weighs surprisingly more than most people anticipate, at a full 68 kilograms (approx. 150 lbs.). Despite his meager stature and lean build, tight, wiry muscles, born of turns of hard work, add surprising weight to his body, visible beneath his skin whenever he moves.
Meradyr was born of a middling skin tone, but the sun's kiss has shifted it to a soft, rich bronze color. Likewise, his hair was once a middling brown, but exposure to the sun has lit it up with rich, golden streaks. He keeps it cropped short, more for convenience than anything. Meradyr has always been too unconcerned with his hair to bother tending to it, and so it also tends to grow just a bit too long and start falling frequently into his eyes before he remembers to get it cut. His hair forms an effeminate widow's peak on his forehead, one of the few truly feminine features he possesses, and the way his soft waves make his hair lay only serve to make it that much more pronounced.
Meradyr spent his early life in a small hold largely focused on beastcrafting, and all those turns of hard labor assisting with the animals have left him strong. His endurance is also extraordinary. However, farmwork is hazardous, even under the best of conditions, and a myriad of fine white scars crisscross his person from various accidents, mishaps, and complications customary to beastcrafting, even as nothing more than the child of a crafter.
Of his face, it can be said that Meradyr is strong of jaw, with a full mouth. Little else is uncommon, however. His cheekbones are neither high nor low, neither prominent nor weak. His nose is neither narrow nor wide, long nor short, rounded nor hooked. His brow is neither thin nor thick, arched nor flat. His ears are neither large nor small, prominent nor laid down, high nor low. Even his eyes, being only slightly larger than absolute average and of a particularly deep brown, which is hardly an uncommon color to see on Pern, are generally unremarkable.
Personality: Meradyr is a reliable young man, level-headed, trustworthy, and dependable, with an unshakable steady calm and an unruffled demeanor. Most of this, however, is purely cultivated to help keep animal-related accidents to a minimum. Anything less tends to end very badly with animals around, even of the domestic variety. This has only been amplified by his status as the eldest of seven children.
However, his methods tend to be more of the problem solving and directing variety than of the mother-hen nature. When given charge of a few of his siblings and given a task to complete, he would issue direction, expect it to be taken care of, and then go so what he needed to in order to complete his goal.
Meradyr, however, detests the positions of responsibility he has been given. It isn't that he doesn't believe in work, or that he is lazy, but he feels responsible for it when he is given a duty and cannot, for whatever reason, complete it. Further, he feels that it is his place to oversee the wellbeing of those under his direction. When someone is hurt, regardless of why, the fault lies with him, and he detests the feeling.
Outside of this, Meradyr is rarely excessively empathetic. Indeed, he is far more likely to become nervous around tears than consoling. He resolves this issue by trying to cure whatever problem caused the tears in the first place. Anger is no different. It is only the brighter emotions with which Meradyr finds any ease or comfort.
Being fifteen, Meradyr has recently launched himself into the wonderful world of girls, with... minimal success. He doesn't really understand, yet, how best to flirt, and tends to find every possible stumbling block in his path. He does, however, try relentlessly, and hopes to eventually succeed. Every new effort is just a little bit better than the one before it, and, ever the optimist, Meradyr sees that as a marked improvement and strong encouragement.
History: Meradyr was born in a small southern beastcraft hold, to Merain and Oldyr, a beastcrafter and his beloved wife, who, with an anticipated dozen children to raise (for the two were aiming high), had opted not to take a craft. A large family had always been her dream. Oldyr was more than happy to assist.
The couple never did see twelve, but by the time Meradyr was two, Merain had delivered her second and was working on number three. By age eight, when he was large enough to assist with more than just feedings, Meradyr had a passel of five younger siblings. Number six came in his tenth turn, and, after a miscarriage shortly before his fourteenth birthday, Merain birthed her seventh and final child a bare two days after Meradyr turned fifteen.
By Meradyr's fifth turn, however, he was out daily assisting his father with feeding the herds, if only in the smallest ways, and by eight, he had little time to waste on playing with his siblings. It was only the eldest few he ever took the time to know well, as they were regularly out with him, assisting with farmwork.
Meradyr was a studious and dutiful student during lessons, but most of it came very hard to him, and once he began lessoning with the hold's harper, his meager free time plummeted to next to nothing. A bright, optimistic attitude and friendly demeanor, however, went a long way to winning the boy friends, and he was generally well liked by his classmates and fellows.
The shift in attitude at Selenitas became the buzz of the entire hold when Meradyr was nine turns old. To his parents, it was a big deal. Suddenly, their treatment was under a significant shift, with the contribution of their animals to the Weyr being actually appreciated for the first time in Meradyr's life. Meradyr himself, however, was nine, and therefore couldn't much care less about the Weyr or what it did. Still, by the time the fuss died down, he was quite thoroughly sick of hearing the words, "Selenitas Weyr".
It was generally supposed, by Meradyr and all parties, that when it was slow enough with the herd to send him off, he'd go and apprentice as a beastcrafter, then return as a journeyman to assist with the herd and, eventually, take it over. Meradyr had accepted this and was content with what he anticipated was to be his lot in life.
When Millieth rose, however, and the searchrider's fanned out, Meradyr found his life turned upside down by the declaration that he was candidate material. Suddenly, becoming a beastcrafter became a fallback option. After all, with six younger siblings, it wasn't as though there wouldn't be someone to take over the herd... well. It was an opportunity that even he could not pass up, and so, away to Selenitas he went.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): M'dyr (M ' deer)
Queen Only? (Females Only): n/a
Desired Dragon Color: n/a - no preference
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.