Post by catilena1890 on Apr 1, 2010 12:07:53 GMT -5
Name: Taweren *T’wer*
Age: 17 turns
Gender: male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate/Journeyman Seaman
Appearance: Tall for his age, Taweren is slightly off kilter, his arms being a little shorter in proportion to his body. He is well-toned from the many days at sea, his skin a smooth, bronze-like golden brown. His hair is a dark brown, bordering on black, framing a thin face, with two emeralds for his eyes, situated above and somewhat long nose. His lips are a dark red, and they are thin yet they hold an appearence that makes them look full.
Taweren likes to wear clothes that keep him cool. He favors a white, short-sleeved shirt and he occasionally wears a light-green vest over it. He also typically wears a pair of brown shorts that reach slightly above his knees. His shoes consist of either a pair of sandals or a pair of brown, wher-hide boots.
Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, Taweren is not much of a talker. He prefers to keep to himself rather than try to befriend others, but that is not to say he is cruel or unfriendly by any means. Although he will mostly ignore others, he feels possessive of the people around him and will not allow antagonism of any sort to occur in his presence.
When he is not doing chores, Taweren likes to look out at the sea from one of the docks at Southern Boll Hold and watch as ships come and go, occasionally escorted by dolphins. While watching the sea he is contemplating the mysteries of life and thinking about the old stories of dragons fighting thread told to him when he was a boy. Unlike some of the other boys in the Hold, Taweren knows that the time of the 10th pass is coming, and he wishes to leave behind the life of a Sailor to ride out on a dragon of his own and protect his home from its ancient menace.
History: From a young age, Taweren knew he was different from his fellow Holder-Boys. Born the 4th of 6 sons, Taweren had some chance of becoming a Lord Holder, however he seems to be uninterested with that. Although his father repeatedly tried to convince him to take interest in a hold, he had no desire to pick a Lady, preferring instead to seek adventure. Relenting, Taweren’s father turned him to the craft of the sea at 14 turns. On the day of his first fishing trip his mother gave him a kitten to be a constant and reliable companion, even though he would not necessarily be alone on the boat.
Taweren was in his room, packing his bag for his first oversea trip. Although he was a little expecting, he did not feel as excited as he thought he should have. Try as he might, he could not figure out what was missing. In the midst of his thoughts, his mother appeared in then room.
“I know you will be a great Seaman, Taweren. We will miss you, however, I have heard tales of men going mad from isolation and loneliness at sea, a small gift, but he is one I hope you’ll enjoy.” From her skirt, the woman pulled out a black kitten and placed him on Taweren’s bed. Looking up, the blue-eyed kitten mewed at Taweren and he was forced to crack a small smile. He looked at his mother and nodded.
“Thank you, mother. Come on little guy, time for our journey to begin.” He said, scooping up the little ball of fur and cradling it in the crook of his arm. His mother stared longingly at the two and sighed.
From that day on, Taweren and his feline, whom he named Swift soon after discovering how fast the kitten would move should a storm brew. His companion’s ability to forecast the weather proved invaluable to Taweren and his shipmates at sea, sparing their lives and their catches by warning them ahead of time of impending doom. It was during one of these storms that 3 years later Taweren and Swift, the only ones at sea, were blown into the docks of Caspian hold. Seeing the magnificent dragons flying above, Taweren had soon discovered why he felt so empty and incomplete all those years ago when he first became a seaman. Upon discovering this, with Swift on his shoulders, Taweren set off for the Weyr of Dark Moon, intent on sending word to his family of his choice when he got there.
Pets: Feline Swift. Swift is a small black, blue-eyed cat who likes to ride on his master's shoulders. He is very quiet and reclusive, rarely showing any kind of affection towards anyone, even Taweren. He's the typical "You are MY pet, not my master" kind of feline and he is not afraid to show it. He's pretty much not afraid of anything and is not easily unsettled, even in the presence of a dragon.
Dragon/Wher: N/A
Dragon/Wher Appearance: N/A
Dragon/Wher Personality: N/A
Age: 17 turns
Gender: male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate/Journeyman Seaman
Appearance: Tall for his age, Taweren is slightly off kilter, his arms being a little shorter in proportion to his body. He is well-toned from the many days at sea, his skin a smooth, bronze-like golden brown. His hair is a dark brown, bordering on black, framing a thin face, with two emeralds for his eyes, situated above and somewhat long nose. His lips are a dark red, and they are thin yet they hold an appearence that makes them look full.
Taweren likes to wear clothes that keep him cool. He favors a white, short-sleeved shirt and he occasionally wears a light-green vest over it. He also typically wears a pair of brown shorts that reach slightly above his knees. His shoes consist of either a pair of sandals or a pair of brown, wher-hide boots.
Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, Taweren is not much of a talker. He prefers to keep to himself rather than try to befriend others, but that is not to say he is cruel or unfriendly by any means. Although he will mostly ignore others, he feels possessive of the people around him and will not allow antagonism of any sort to occur in his presence.
When he is not doing chores, Taweren likes to look out at the sea from one of the docks at Southern Boll Hold and watch as ships come and go, occasionally escorted by dolphins. While watching the sea he is contemplating the mysteries of life and thinking about the old stories of dragons fighting thread told to him when he was a boy. Unlike some of the other boys in the Hold, Taweren knows that the time of the 10th pass is coming, and he wishes to leave behind the life of a Sailor to ride out on a dragon of his own and protect his home from its ancient menace.
History: From a young age, Taweren knew he was different from his fellow Holder-Boys. Born the 4th of 6 sons, Taweren had some chance of becoming a Lord Holder, however he seems to be uninterested with that. Although his father repeatedly tried to convince him to take interest in a hold, he had no desire to pick a Lady, preferring instead to seek adventure. Relenting, Taweren’s father turned him to the craft of the sea at 14 turns. On the day of his first fishing trip his mother gave him a kitten to be a constant and reliable companion, even though he would not necessarily be alone on the boat.
Taweren was in his room, packing his bag for his first oversea trip. Although he was a little expecting, he did not feel as excited as he thought he should have. Try as he might, he could not figure out what was missing. In the midst of his thoughts, his mother appeared in then room.
“I know you will be a great Seaman, Taweren. We will miss you, however, I have heard tales of men going mad from isolation and loneliness at sea, a small gift, but he is one I hope you’ll enjoy.” From her skirt, the woman pulled out a black kitten and placed him on Taweren’s bed. Looking up, the blue-eyed kitten mewed at Taweren and he was forced to crack a small smile. He looked at his mother and nodded.
“Thank you, mother. Come on little guy, time for our journey to begin.” He said, scooping up the little ball of fur and cradling it in the crook of his arm. His mother stared longingly at the two and sighed.
From that day on, Taweren and his feline, whom he named Swift soon after discovering how fast the kitten would move should a storm brew. His companion’s ability to forecast the weather proved invaluable to Taweren and his shipmates at sea, sparing their lives and their catches by warning them ahead of time of impending doom. It was during one of these storms that 3 years later Taweren and Swift, the only ones at sea, were blown into the docks of Caspian hold. Seeing the magnificent dragons flying above, Taweren had soon discovered why he felt so empty and incomplete all those years ago when he first became a seaman. Upon discovering this, with Swift on his shoulders, Taweren set off for the Weyr of Dark Moon, intent on sending word to his family of his choice when he got there.
Pets: Feline Swift. Swift is a small black, blue-eyed cat who likes to ride on his master's shoulders. He is very quiet and reclusive, rarely showing any kind of affection towards anyone, even Taweren. He's the typical "You are MY pet, not my master" kind of feline and he is not afraid to show it. He's pretty much not afraid of anything and is not easily unsettled, even in the presence of a dragon.
Dragon/Wher: N/A
Dragon/Wher Appearance: N/A
Dragon/Wher Personality: N/A
