Post by rii on Jul 17, 2012 18:26:28 GMT -5
Name: Cathias
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Eh
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: He's not quite tall, nor is he quite handsome. Cathias falls into the average category. Five foot five, a head of dark hair that is kept to a traditional shortness. His fair colored skin shows his northern heritage, and the faint, dark scruff that is beginning to show along his jaw and upper lip show that he's no longer a boy. Yet, it also reveals that he'll probably only grow another inch or two before his body is done maturing. His eyes are a shade green, with red inner rings and a blue outer one in a variation that can only be classified as hazel. There are a few scars that dot his body, mostly from the usual childhood mishaps, but there is one mark that stands above all the others - likely his most noticeable feature. There is a small gash (turns have turned the flesh into a white scar) that cuts vertically over the right side of his lips. It's not huge, but in such a place that it can't be over-looked.
Personality: Loner is likely the first impression Cathias gives off. It's not that his anti-social (in fact he can be very genial) it's just that Cathias is.. quiet. He'll rarely initiate a conversation, and if he's force to say something, expect it to come out as an uncomfortable mumble. His comments are short, and well.. dry. Cathias does have a sense of humor, often times shown through with small, amused smirks. He's a clever youth, and the type to enjoy a prank at another's expense - he's just not very vocal about it. Talking to girls is awkward - in his opinion they always want to talk about the strangest things that simply have no relevance to.. well.. anything. It's like dealing with an entirely different species. Cathias tries, but he just never gets very far. Although that maybe be on purpose. Cathias, raised in Fort, hold certain.. views. At any rate, it's no surprise that he is often found alone. Always busy with something, never lazing about without a care in the world. He's reliable, fairly loyal, there just is something bitter in Cathias that makes him unable to form any sort of lasting connection with other people. He keeps them at a distance. He's fine with having friends to pal around with, but little more.
History:
Cathias is the only son of dragonriders Cathrine and Mathias, both of which were Fort riders and no longer living. As a boy, Cathias never really noticed the war. It had been going on long before he was born. The adults talked about it, and every now and then Cathias did notice a face he had once known was forever gone. Yet that was the life he knew, it was normal, and to a child it was perfect. He had his fun and the turns continued. It wasn't until the war literally came to his doorstep that it finally took it's toll. Cathias had been a child given to the creche, even fostered out to a hold (to learn a craft he never got the hang of), but he had always known his parents. So when the fight raged on in the skies above Fort, Cathias had run to watch. It was a mixture of awe, and horror, that filled him as he took in all the different cries of anger, pain, even the sound of flame being released from the mouths of a dragons.
It might have been an inspiring sight - a young, twelve year old boy hoping to impress on the sands to one day be a fighter in the skies - if not.. for watching his mother's dragon fall. Her green screamed - Cathias can still remember the sound - all the way to the ground as she floundered with shredded wings. Cathais didn't remember running, but he had, straight for where he had seen the dragon fall. He was winded by the time he arrived. The green no where insight, having gone between, but his mother's body was still there. Broken, bloody.. Cathias had never realized the horrors of the war until that blood was on his hands. He can vaguely remember shaking her shoulders, wanting so much to see her wake up, but her body remained limp, her chest void of any breathe. The last thing Cathias did was remove the necklace she wore, one he had gotten (read: stolen) from a gather to gift to her.
His father didn't return home either.
The change wasn't easy. Cathias found himself among strangers, and friends he'd once had were sent to another weyr. While he was compliant with orders, Cathias was far from being accepting. Change doesn't happen over night. Cathias was raised in prejudice – to him Southerners were nothing but morons, and the Bendenites rabid dogs. To the say the least, Cathias didn't mesh well his first couple of years. He got into a scuffle with some of the other candidates, one that resulting in his more noticeable scar.. and his ban from standing the stands that year and the next. Extra chores and all sorts of wonderful things.
At least he learned to keep some comments.. most comments.. to himself.
He's allowed to stand this year, but honestly.. Cathias isn't sure he wants to be a dragon rider anymore.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): C'as
Desired Dragon Color: Blue
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.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Eh
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: He's not quite tall, nor is he quite handsome. Cathias falls into the average category. Five foot five, a head of dark hair that is kept to a traditional shortness. His fair colored skin shows his northern heritage, and the faint, dark scruff that is beginning to show along his jaw and upper lip show that he's no longer a boy. Yet, it also reveals that he'll probably only grow another inch or two before his body is done maturing. His eyes are a shade green, with red inner rings and a blue outer one in a variation that can only be classified as hazel. There are a few scars that dot his body, mostly from the usual childhood mishaps, but there is one mark that stands above all the others - likely his most noticeable feature. There is a small gash (turns have turned the flesh into a white scar) that cuts vertically over the right side of his lips. It's not huge, but in such a place that it can't be over-looked.
Personality: Loner is likely the first impression Cathias gives off. It's not that his anti-social (in fact he can be very genial) it's just that Cathias is.. quiet. He'll rarely initiate a conversation, and if he's force to say something, expect it to come out as an uncomfortable mumble. His comments are short, and well.. dry. Cathias does have a sense of humor, often times shown through with small, amused smirks. He's a clever youth, and the type to enjoy a prank at another's expense - he's just not very vocal about it. Talking to girls is awkward - in his opinion they always want to talk about the strangest things that simply have no relevance to.. well.. anything. It's like dealing with an entirely different species. Cathias tries, but he just never gets very far. Although that maybe be on purpose. Cathias, raised in Fort, hold certain.. views. At any rate, it's no surprise that he is often found alone. Always busy with something, never lazing about without a care in the world. He's reliable, fairly loyal, there just is something bitter in Cathias that makes him unable to form any sort of lasting connection with other people. He keeps them at a distance. He's fine with having friends to pal around with, but little more.
History:
Cathias is the only son of dragonriders Cathrine and Mathias, both of which were Fort riders and no longer living. As a boy, Cathias never really noticed the war. It had been going on long before he was born. The adults talked about it, and every now and then Cathias did notice a face he had once known was forever gone. Yet that was the life he knew, it was normal, and to a child it was perfect. He had his fun and the turns continued. It wasn't until the war literally came to his doorstep that it finally took it's toll. Cathias had been a child given to the creche, even fostered out to a hold (to learn a craft he never got the hang of), but he had always known his parents. So when the fight raged on in the skies above Fort, Cathias had run to watch. It was a mixture of awe, and horror, that filled him as he took in all the different cries of anger, pain, even the sound of flame being released from the mouths of a dragons.
It might have been an inspiring sight - a young, twelve year old boy hoping to impress on the sands to one day be a fighter in the skies - if not.. for watching his mother's dragon fall. Her green screamed - Cathias can still remember the sound - all the way to the ground as she floundered with shredded wings. Cathais didn't remember running, but he had, straight for where he had seen the dragon fall. He was winded by the time he arrived. The green no where insight, having gone between, but his mother's body was still there. Broken, bloody.. Cathias had never realized the horrors of the war until that blood was on his hands. He can vaguely remember shaking her shoulders, wanting so much to see her wake up, but her body remained limp, her chest void of any breathe. The last thing Cathias did was remove the necklace she wore, one he had gotten (read: stolen) from a gather to gift to her.
His father didn't return home either.
The change wasn't easy. Cathias found himself among strangers, and friends he'd once had were sent to another weyr. While he was compliant with orders, Cathias was far from being accepting. Change doesn't happen over night. Cathias was raised in prejudice – to him Southerners were nothing but morons, and the Bendenites rabid dogs. To the say the least, Cathias didn't mesh well his first couple of years. He got into a scuffle with some of the other candidates, one that resulting in his more noticeable scar.. and his ban from standing the stands that year and the next. Extra chores and all sorts of wonderful things.
At least he learned to keep some comments.. most comments.. to himself.
He's allowed to stand this year, but honestly.. Cathias isn't sure he wants to be a dragon rider anymore.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): C'as
Desired Dragon Color: Blue
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.
