Holders

[Spirithawk]

Holders

[Dragon]

Name: Bynor

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Rank: Lord Holder

Appearance: Bynor is a tall man, standing at 6'3. His body is of medium build for his height. While not being terribly muscular, Bynor's body show's the time and effort he spent working over the years for his hold. Bynor has one scar on his forehead, from a runner beast accident when he was 20. Bynor has sandy blonde hair that's medium length, thick, and feathery. His eyes are a light green, and always have a soft look. Bynor can typically be found wearing white shirts, with a brown belt and boots.

Personality: Despite Bynor's size, he's considered a gentle giant. Kind, fair, and soft spoken, these are three characteristics that describe Bynor well and are almost always used to reference him. Though Bynor is no push over, and most would be scared to cross him by his appearance alone. Bynor's fairness comes in knowing when to discipline, when to be stern, and when to encourage and let things slide. Bynor is not known to make anyone holdless, and believes this to be a last resort in any scenerio as he feels it's his duty to protect and shelter the people of his hold. One special trait, and a habit that formed from his teachings, has been painting. Though he doesn't get to put it into practice often, Bynor has some skill in the arts and does paintings in his spare time.

History: Bynor grew up the son of the previous Lord Holder. Like any typical son of a lord holder, he was trained and taught by the harpers. During this time, Bynor had taken a liking to the arts and began taking up painting. Not a desired trait his father wished him to have, but his father was happy nonetheless that his son had found a talent even if he felt it wouldn't help him in his duties later on in life. When Bynor grew up, his father made him a steward to help in the roles of Caspian Hold. During this time, Bynor learned the ins and outs of running a hold. His father took note of this, at how well he was applying himself in this position. When Bynor hit his late teen years, he took to enjoying riding runner beasts. The one he rode most often was his own, named Mope.
When Bynor was 20 turns, he got into an accident while riding Mope. Startled by a tunnel snake, Mope took off at high pace. Bynor was too shocked to regain control quickly enough and after a short distance, Mope reared back much to Bynor's surprise and the future Lord Holder was thrown off. One of the workers, who happened to hear all the commotion, quickly came to Bynor's aid and took him to the healer of the hold. It took weeks for Bynor to fully recover from the accident. But it didn't chase him away from wanting to ride Mope again, who was taken back to the stalls after the accident and taken care of while Bynor was recovering.
Some turns later, Bynor's father died of old age. Bynor was 31 at the time. It was decided that Bynor would be the next Lord Holder. Bynor sadly took over the role in his father's steed. But it didn't take him long to become accustomed to the role. A role he had prepared practically all his life for.

Pets: Mope - Now deceased.

[Akki]

Name: Viktu (Vick-too)

Age: Nineteen Turns

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Caspian Hold’s Cook

Appearance: Viktu had a rather large family and only he and his younger sister received the recessive genes. While his siblings and parents had auburn locks, he was stuck with the ashy blonde hair. While growing up he wanted to have dark hair but over the Turns he has become accustomed to the light hue. His hair is rather shaggy and because of his job as a cook he’ll tie it up roughly so the hair will stay out of his face and (Hopefully!) out of the food. His skin is rather pale since he spends most of his time in the kitchens working and because of this he’s rather susceptible to burning when outside.

His eyes are a darker green with a few flecks of brown mixed in and are rather almond shaped, giving him a feminine appearance. To further emphasize the feminine appearance, his body is actually rather svelte. One didn't need many muscles in order to prepare food. He stands at a 5'10, any taller and his body could have been classified as scrawny. His hands and arms are covered in scars and burns and are often seen with new cuts. It was hard to stay uninjured when there are cooks and boiling pots surrounding you. Most people thought of cooks as rather grungy people, food stains on their shirts and such. Viktu does not follow the stereotype and is often seen with clean (Unstained) clothes that often match the cloth in his hair.

Personality: Viktu is a rather mischievous and rather adventurous guy. If you ticked him off, he had no problem with adding something unwanted into the food he was cooking for you. He likes to see the drudges being treated nicely and will often get mad at someone who looks down at a drudge. Other than that, he has a good sense of humor. Even if it’s a really bad joke, he’ll still laugh at it. He’s a very expressive person and has the tendency to talk through his hands and eyes as well with his words. He’s a hard worker because being a cook runs through his family and he doesn’t want to let them down. He also has a thing for organization. He’s often seen late at night in the Kitchens changing the order of things in hopes that the next day everything can run more smoothly.

However, he does have the unintentional reputation of being somewhat of a flirt. He often flirts with people without realizing it which has put him in a fair number of awkward situations. He doesn’t understand the fact that he needs to tone things down. He’s very charismatic and enjoys spending time with others within Caspian Hold, especially fellow cooks and drudges.

History: Viktu was born and raised for the majority of his life in Lokan Hold. His father Etune worked hard in the Beastcraft Hall, tending to the various animals. His mother Avitile had been a cook there for over thirty Turns and was somewhat an expert at preparing the meats that the Kitchen was given. They had met when Itune went down to the Kitchens and had immediately fallen for the hardworking woman, as clichéd as it was. Over the turns they had nine children (Four boys and five girls), an extravagant amount. Viktu was the fourth oldest in the bunch. Their children either worked at the Beastcraft Hall alongside with their father or in the Kitchens with Avitile.

Viktu was originally going to work with his Dad but instead fell in love with the numerous combinations one could do to make a delectable meal. He had a special knack for cooking and picked it up right away and fairing rather well at it. At fifteen turns Viktu left Lokan, much to his parent’s dismay, and went to Kalanre where his old hold tithed too. He continued to practice the art of cooking and sharpened his technique even more. Within two turns he found himself becoming bored with his surroundings and once again set off.

This time he found himself at Caspian Hold. He started as the lowest of the cooks originally but was now as one of the more experienced cooks. He plans on remaining at Caspian for as long as possible for he thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere and the people there.

Pets: None as of yet

[Akki]

Name: Terwin (Tuhr- win)

Age: Thirty Turns

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Advisor to the Lord Holder Bynor

Appearance: Terwin stands at a decent 5’10, a height that he believes to suit him quite well. He was tall enough without looming over anyone of the opposite gender too badly. His brown hair is short and neat. He didn’t want hair blocking his sight or becoming unruly so he often got haircuts as soon as his hair began to grow a bit too long. He has the typical brown eyes that go along with brown hair, a horizontal scar underneath his right eye – a souvenir from a childhood accident. He was fairly tanned and his body was kept in well shape. He was often walking around the Hold, rarely sitting still so he was fairly healthy. He was slightly muscular but not beefy or anything such at that. He often was seen clutching parchment in one of his hands, fingers stained with ink for he often took notes of everything happening in the Hold.

Personality: Terwin likes organization, especially in terms of paperwork. He will spend an entire day just trying to reorganize something, he liked efficiency. Some might say he was tightly wound for he tried to get as much done as he possibly could. He didn’t view himself as this but rather a hard worker. And he was a hard worker; he would put all his effort into whatever he was doing. He enjoys his work as an advisor; it makes him feel rather important and needed within the Hold. However, Terwin does have a temper. When things are not going his way he is not a happy man. He has the tendency to get snippy with people who are wasting his time and will often raise his voice at a drudge if they are moving to slow. He’s neither hated nor especially loved within the Hold, he’s merely there. While Bynor was considered the gentle Lord Holder, Terwin was the type of person to be a little harsher with punishments – often trying to get the man to be just a tad bit more stern.

History: Terwin was born and raised in Caspian Hold, never once living elsewhere. His mother had passed away in childbirth so his father (Tirwet) took on the role of being both the nurturer and the provider. He did quite a good job at it with the help of some kind hearted drudges. Tirwet was a JourneyMan Weaver and once Terwin was old enough, tried to pass on the trade. However, Terwin wasn’t all that interested in Weaving. He wanted to do something more exciting and something more important. He slowly worked his way up in the Weyr, trying to reach his goal of doing something important with his life.

He became the Advisor to the Lord Holder when he was Twenty Seven turns old. This was the title of importance that he had wanted with his life. He was good at his job, and he liked doing it. He still sometimes wanted a bigger title but was satisfied with this. He’s spent the last three Turns being the advisor and plans to continue his job.

Pets: None

[Akki]

Name: Saberia

Age: 27 Turns

Gender: female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Head cook of Caspian Hold

Appearance: She’s a short lass, sturdy thing, well proportioned, with lively eyes. Her eyes are green, her hair a sumptuous dark brown. Her skin is quite nicely tanned bringing out the green in her eyes. An oddly strong jawline for a female, but mixed with delicate features, it gives her a quirky appearance.

Personality: She’s always been a kind hearted woman, even if she was quite stroppy about certain points of the month. Saberia loves her work, its something she’s always thrived at, and she enjoys tremendously, she gets on rather well with her staff, and generally keeps a good air of moral going. She’s quite a team player.

History: Having been raised in the kitchens from most of her memorable life, she grew used to the smells, spices, oils, fish, meat, and vegetables. She grew to know them so well, that her ascension through the ranks of the kitchen were quite startling. At the age of five, she was used to collect trays and dirty dishes from outside, to bring to the washman. At seven she was given an additional task of delivering food. Ten turns, preparing vegetables, thirteen, she began to cook, at sixteen she was cooking on a large scale, helping and participating in much grander menus. At nineteen she became betrothed to Wiylin, a roguish lad originally form Crom, he was a miner by trade, but since moving south, to Caspian, he had taken up another craft. He kept a steady income, and a roof over her head, and she loved him dearly. At twenty five she was named second to the head Cook. A title rarely given to one as young as her. She was flattered – naturally. And, within a turn, she was head cook of the Hold. Soon after though, she fell pregnant with her first child. Delight spread through the kitchens at the news (many had feared either one of them was sterile – or adverse to intercourse). However, as the birth arrived, there were complications, the young one was delivered dead, umbilical chord wrapped about it’s tiny neck.
The healer was unable to do a thing. And it tore Saberia up inside. She’s not been the same for a few weeks – naturally, she hasn’t yet returned to work, but she is due to, soon.

Pets: none.

Ooc|| Plot Related, Temporary character

[Minajerie]

Name: Levi (Leh-V)

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Rank: Lady Holder

Appearance: At 5'4", she is just below average height, and is often dismissed as looking far too young for her age. She has a beautiful face, like a doll's, with long curly hair in shades of dark coppery brown that go down to about her hips. Her lips are only slightly pouty, while her eyes are a sharp- and startling- aqua color. The size of them, though, is another plus in her childish characteristics. They are large eyes that easily show off her emotions- not that she's exactly shy with them. Her body type is surprisingly strong, though petite, and hidden under soft curves. IS NOT DELICATE. She has tiny feet, and is missing her right pinky toe; which she lost from frost bite, one winter with her troop. Her appearance gives many an urge to hug her.

Personality: While her appearance may deceive into making people believe she is a sweet youngster, she is, in fact, a tough woman who will take no nonsense in her presence. She has a very mothering nature, and can be sweet and caring when the need appears. Often enough, though, it is her 'get to it' attitude that takes her through the day and makes others spring to do the tasks she sets them. No shy person to hard work, she has no qualms with helping out when it is needed, even though she is fussed over as someone who is small and looks weak. She has a quick mind and works well with piecing things together. She is versed in strategy and often beats her honey in games of that sort.

She rarely gets sad or depressed, but when she does it will either be all sorrow, or a sadness she can power through with anger. She does not like to cry.

History: Raised by a family of traders, she was always encouraged to find something she liked and to see if she could make a living out of it. Since when she was young, Levi remembered the stains on her clothes from plants and started collecting special ones and from those, learned how to make dye- and later, special dye. Many weavers enjoyed her bright hues that Levi could coax from the confines of plants and herbs, so her small business within the caravan flourished.

At one particular stop off, they had managed to stress and break one of the axles to one of their caravan's wagons. Levi's families in fact, and when asked, they told the others to move on and they would wait for the repairs and either catch up (if it was possible) or wait till the next caravan passed by the sea hold.

Levi had no qualms about staying a little longer at the hold. The people there where quite hospitable, and some of the herbs in the area where first rate. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was overall enchanted with the place. She loved the ocean, she was often told her eyes slightly resembled it. And didn't mind one bit when she caught the eye of the local lord holders son. She never thought she was all that pretty, but he did. He thought she was like a doll, small and fragile. She showed him a thing or two. The first time he got fresh she gave him a good knuckle sandwich. Put the big fellow flat on his back it did. After he learned his lesson though, she let him try again.

Now she is happily married to the lord holder, her gentleman- was she his shrew? Nah, she wasn't that mean, surely.

Always being a rather energetic woman, she hopped into the role of Lady Holder easily enough. She enjoys taking over the kitchens as well as overseeing harvests and even pestering the Weaver Hall. She still makes her special dyes, only now she has to buy those herbs she can't obtain in the vicinity from travelers.

As far as children goes.. she has had two miscarriages and finally.. they had a child. A little boy. But as they say, bad things come in threes, and when little Troy was two, he drowned in a terrible boat accident. Levi took it badly, and threw herself despairingly into vigorous work. Bynor eventually coaxed her out of her sad moods, promising that they would have another child, but Levi was afraid she was getting older, and her time for bearing children would soon pass... but oh! How she wanted them. A whole gaggle of them. They're little faces smiling and reflecting those of herself or Bynor. They tried again, and were graced with a daughter. She is now 6 years old, and keeps her mother, amongst others, busy.

Pets: She is far too busy to have her own pets, but she is fond of felines- and them her- and can often be found with a random cat on her lap.