Post by Ranuu on May 7, 2010 19:47:21 GMT -5
((This is my rewrite for the character of ‘Civulen’ when I was masquerading as Prince. If any of you want the full story on that, contact me over msn [ranuuq@gmail.com] or send me a message, and I’ll explain myself fully. Other than that, I will move on.
I’m deleting T’ran and Elayne, as they are 'currently’ entwined in the older, finished events of this weyr, and therefore would have a hard time re-establishing themselves. Someday, I may reintroduce one or both, but not for now.))
Name: Eolden.
-Phonetic: Ae-ull-den
Age:
Nineteen.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Rank:
Journeyman Seaman/Candidate.
Appearance:
Eolden is 5‘11“, and weighs approximately 170 lbs. He is in great shape, having been raised at the Fisherman Crafthall in Tillek, and having spent a lot of time out on the open ocean. His dark brown hair is kept just long enough to where it is comfortable, but doesn’t get in his eyes. After all, losing your sight during an already-bleary storm could be the end of you. The hair is very dry and unhealthy because of his lifelong exposure to the calcium-rich Pernese oceans.
His eyes, which are a dark blue-gray, are pretty enough to look at, even if it doesn’t seem like much is there. Not to say the boy appears dull, it’s just that he’s very good at hiding what he’s thinking from other people. In fact, he doesn’t often smile, unless he’s making a cynical comment. More on that later.
Eolden’s body language screams that he is prideful to a fault. He is always straight-backed, never slouching, and his arms are always in the right place, whether that be at his sides or folded across his chest.
Enamored with some of the older Harper legends of rogue sailors (probably an old ancestral memory from the storybooks carried to Pern by the original settlers), Eolden has always done his best to imitate their dress style. He’s done a fairly good job of balancing authenticity with practicality of the outfit in question.
Over his torso, the boy wears a loose white shirt. Its sleeves are tattered and ripped away completely below his elbows, hanging in long strips. The top of the shirt laces, approximately from sternum to the low-collar. Over that, he wears a medium-weight (5 lb) wherhide (leather) vest, held together in the front by three buttons. It’s also sleeveless. If it is particularly cold (remember, he’s from Northern), Eolden also stores a wool cloak with his effects on the ship.
His pants are made from the same fairly-tough material as his shirt. They are black, and feature an interesting wherhide belt at the waist (over the baggy white undershirt). The belt has two knife sheaths on the back, in case Eolden has any need for them. Remember, it’s always possible for a ship to get stuck on some particularly-determined seaweed. These pants tuck into black wherhide boots made to find traction on a slippery wooden deck, as well as hold up to an unknown number of wind- and rainstorms.
Completing the look is a cloth bandana sometimes tied around his head to keep the zone where water can culminate and run into his eyes as small as possible. He usually wears this article of clothing when he and his crew are facing a particularly dark storm or unusually choppy waters.
There are many facets to Eolden’s personality, and none on its own is particularly useful or pretty. It takes putting them all together and looking at him as a whole person to begin to understand what makes this boy tick.
Some people perceive him as a loner. This is not the case. Eolden is a somewhat-quiet individual, but that’s because he chooses to think about things before he makes a decision. He keeps to himself for the most part, but if he makes friends, he will go and do things with them. It just takes time for him to speak his mind.
That being said, he’s been trained to be a leader, and is a great asset to have around when things go bad. His overall calm demeanor causes him to keep his cool in a crisis, and he will be able to make a more logical decision than some. Quick thinking will keep you alive on a small wooden box in the middle of a roiling ocean, and he’s proven himself in that situation.
Eolden is a responsible individual as well. He’s been trusted multiple times with the protection of a crew numbering anywhere from five to thirteen, and has only ever lost one person, and that was to a wasting illness caused by the sailor falling overboard into the frigid waters to the north of Tillek. He’s always been good when charged to teach others, and also is capable of empathy to the point that he can put himself in the shoes of others, and better make decisions regarding them.
When he does come out of his shell, the fisherman can be fun to have around, and even charming, if he sets his mind to it. He has a way with words and people, and has always been open-minded enough to want to learn more in almost every area. This hunger for knowledge makes him a great listener, and he’s earned the ear of many a tragic soul, spilling out the sicknesses of their lives.
Despite his awkward charm and all the positive things going for him, Eolden doesn’t see himself as anything special. He has a few nervous ticks, and doesn’t do really well in large groups, much like a lot of people. He always thinks he’s lost something, though he doesn’t know what.
He has a very black-and-white sense of justice. He wants to do something to make the world a lot better than it is, but doesn’t know what to do to make it that way. At the same time, he’s willing to play advocatus diaboli, throwing his own beliefs aside to make sure that something is represented fairly. He’d be the type to condemn himself to make sure something he considered good would prevail.
If he thinks he has the moral high ground in a situation, he will pursue those he thinks is wrong until they are convinced they are wrong. It’s something he doesn’t understand, despite his intelligence; everyone should see things his way, he thinks, because it’s all so clear to him.
Born on the rocky, rain-swept shorelines of Tillek Hold, in the Fisherman Crafthall, Eolden was pigeon-holed from birth to be a sailor. His father, a Master Fisherman, was determined to see his son follow in his footsteps from the time the boy was a toddler. He learned to walk on the deck of a ship, getting past the awkwardness of that age by practicing on an unsteady surface.
Eolden’s mother wasn’t a craftswoman, but did enjoy making clothing for her son and husband. It wasn’t the best, or most well-crafted clothing, but it was a special thing, and they enjoyed wearing the clothing she made for them. Her clothing was very practical, easy to wear and, as Eolden’s father would say, it “made sense.”
When Eolden was seven Turns old, his father bought their first ship. He’d been sailing on a fishing vessel for over ten Turns, but had just decided to get his own. For its maiden voyage, he brought his family along- his lovely wife and Eolden. The trio set off from the northern point of the Tillek Peninsula, and sailed all the way around the southern side, landing only a few miles from where they started, in the southern portion of Tillek Hold. The trip only took a few hours.
Unfortunately, the afterglow of Eolden’s father’s success would not last. Eolden’s mother came down with pneumonia and, since nobody around knew how to treat the deadly illness, she passed after a sevenday. It was a tragic time for both father and son, and would be a major turning point in young Eolden’s life.
After his wife’s passing, Eolden’s father seemed to collapse in on himself. He’d go days without speaking, his face solemn and grim. He might get up one day and disappear for up to a month. Eolden, still a child too young to take care of himself, was passed around the women of the Hold to take care of. After one round, he was passed off to his father’s mates at the Fisherman Hall. They taught the boy, from a time that he was only ten Turns, how to sail, how to fish, and what to do in certain situations.
Being his father’s son, Eolden flourished here. By the time he was thirteen, he was helping out on the fishing expeditions (as much as he could). The Fishermen would have the boy bait the nets, pull the more determined fish out of the netting afterward, and even shuck some of the clams and oysters that they dragged up off the sea floor.
Over the next few Turns, while his father spent more and more time at sea, Eolden entered the Crafthall proper, and started doing everything from skinning the fish to helping on the actual expeditions themselves. At first, he was just another novice on the crew, but given his already-accumulated experience, as well as the fact that fishing had been his entire life, the boy quickly advanced.
As he became an Apprentice, he was trusted with some larger responsibilities, such as training the new sailors, taking over lookout duty, or even, in some cases, taking the helm. No matter where they put the boy, the other Fishermen could not help but be impressed with his adaptability and quick reflexes.
Once he became a Journeyman, Eolden started being trained as a captain. He would be put in charge of a minor fishing vessel in the waters surrounding Tillek Harbor, under the supervision of a sometimes-too-present Master. As he again began proving himself more than capable, the Master and his supervision became less and less present, and Eolden’s expeditions were allowed to go further and further from the Tillek peninsula.
One of these unmonitored expeditions went south. Eolden’s navigator told him they were heading in the right direction to dock at Southern Boll. Without warning, strong southern winds picked up, and black clouds rolled in overhead. A storm the likes of which Eolden had never seen ripped through him and his ship, and it was all he could do to order his men below deck so none of them got swept overboard.
Thankfully, the ship held together long enough to ride out the storm. When the winds weren’t howling anymore, and the torrent of rain had lightened to a drizzle, the crew made their way back to the top deck. They were right offshore of the southern continent. Eolden made the call to dock at Southern Hold’s harbor to get their bearings, restock on supplies, and repair any damages to the ship.
Two days after they’d docked, Eolden’s crew was still hard at work getting everything in order. It was mid-afternoon when a dragon and its rider appeared from between, lowering to the ground only a few yards from where they were hard at work. The dragon looked directly at Eolden as he approached it (being the captain, even in training), and its eyes swirled with color.
The rider told him he had been searched to be a candidate for Dark Moon Weyr. Eolden had never really cared for the dragon riders before that day, but the men in his crew jeered him on, telling him they’d save his seat for when he failed, and that if he didn’t try, he was a cowardly Wher. With a sigh, he gathered his belongings and got on the dragon’s back, and flew toward his destiny.
-Pets: N/A
-Dragon/Wher: N/A
-Dragon/Wher Appearance: N/A
-Dragon/Wher Personality: N/A
I’m deleting T’ran and Elayne, as they are 'currently’ entwined in the older, finished events of this weyr, and therefore would have a hard time re-establishing themselves. Someday, I may reintroduce one or both, but not for now.))
I. Basic Information
Name: Eolden.
-Phonetic: Ae-ull-den
Age:
Nineteen.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Rank:
Journeyman Seaman/Candidate.
Appearance:
Reference for facial features, torso dress.
Reference for belt, bracers.
Reference for pants, boots.
Reference for belt, bracers.
Reference for pants, boots.
Eolden is 5‘11“, and weighs approximately 170 lbs. He is in great shape, having been raised at the Fisherman Crafthall in Tillek, and having spent a lot of time out on the open ocean. His dark brown hair is kept just long enough to where it is comfortable, but doesn’t get in his eyes. After all, losing your sight during an already-bleary storm could be the end of you. The hair is very dry and unhealthy because of his lifelong exposure to the calcium-rich Pernese oceans.
His eyes, which are a dark blue-gray, are pretty enough to look at, even if it doesn’t seem like much is there. Not to say the boy appears dull, it’s just that he’s very good at hiding what he’s thinking from other people. In fact, he doesn’t often smile, unless he’s making a cynical comment. More on that later.
Eolden’s body language screams that he is prideful to a fault. He is always straight-backed, never slouching, and his arms are always in the right place, whether that be at his sides or folded across his chest.
Enamored with some of the older Harper legends of rogue sailors (probably an old ancestral memory from the storybooks carried to Pern by the original settlers), Eolden has always done his best to imitate their dress style. He’s done a fairly good job of balancing authenticity with practicality of the outfit in question.
Over his torso, the boy wears a loose white shirt. Its sleeves are tattered and ripped away completely below his elbows, hanging in long strips. The top of the shirt laces, approximately from sternum to the low-collar. Over that, he wears a medium-weight (5 lb) wherhide (leather) vest, held together in the front by three buttons. It’s also sleeveless. If it is particularly cold (remember, he’s from Northern), Eolden also stores a wool cloak with his effects on the ship.
His pants are made from the same fairly-tough material as his shirt. They are black, and feature an interesting wherhide belt at the waist (over the baggy white undershirt). The belt has two knife sheaths on the back, in case Eolden has any need for them. Remember, it’s always possible for a ship to get stuck on some particularly-determined seaweed. These pants tuck into black wherhide boots made to find traction on a slippery wooden deck, as well as hold up to an unknown number of wind- and rainstorms.
Completing the look is a cloth bandana sometimes tied around his head to keep the zone where water can culminate and run into his eyes as small as possible. He usually wears this article of clothing when he and his crew are facing a particularly dark storm or unusually choppy waters.
II. Personality
There are many facets to Eolden’s personality, and none on its own is particularly useful or pretty. It takes putting them all together and looking at him as a whole person to begin to understand what makes this boy tick.
Some people perceive him as a loner. This is not the case. Eolden is a somewhat-quiet individual, but that’s because he chooses to think about things before he makes a decision. He keeps to himself for the most part, but if he makes friends, he will go and do things with them. It just takes time for him to speak his mind.
That being said, he’s been trained to be a leader, and is a great asset to have around when things go bad. His overall calm demeanor causes him to keep his cool in a crisis, and he will be able to make a more logical decision than some. Quick thinking will keep you alive on a small wooden box in the middle of a roiling ocean, and he’s proven himself in that situation.
Eolden is a responsible individual as well. He’s been trusted multiple times with the protection of a crew numbering anywhere from five to thirteen, and has only ever lost one person, and that was to a wasting illness caused by the sailor falling overboard into the frigid waters to the north of Tillek. He’s always been good when charged to teach others, and also is capable of empathy to the point that he can put himself in the shoes of others, and better make decisions regarding them.
When he does come out of his shell, the fisherman can be fun to have around, and even charming, if he sets his mind to it. He has a way with words and people, and has always been open-minded enough to want to learn more in almost every area. This hunger for knowledge makes him a great listener, and he’s earned the ear of many a tragic soul, spilling out the sicknesses of their lives.
Despite his awkward charm and all the positive things going for him, Eolden doesn’t see himself as anything special. He has a few nervous ticks, and doesn’t do really well in large groups, much like a lot of people. He always thinks he’s lost something, though he doesn’t know what.
He has a very black-and-white sense of justice. He wants to do something to make the world a lot better than it is, but doesn’t know what to do to make it that way. At the same time, he’s willing to play advocatus diaboli, throwing his own beliefs aside to make sure that something is represented fairly. He’d be the type to condemn himself to make sure something he considered good would prevail.
If he thinks he has the moral high ground in a situation, he will pursue those he thinks is wrong until they are convinced they are wrong. It’s something he doesn’t understand, despite his intelligence; everyone should see things his way, he thinks, because it’s all so clear to him.
III. The Prelude
Born on the rocky, rain-swept shorelines of Tillek Hold, in the Fisherman Crafthall, Eolden was pigeon-holed from birth to be a sailor. His father, a Master Fisherman, was determined to see his son follow in his footsteps from the time the boy was a toddler. He learned to walk on the deck of a ship, getting past the awkwardness of that age by practicing on an unsteady surface.
Eolden’s mother wasn’t a craftswoman, but did enjoy making clothing for her son and husband. It wasn’t the best, or most well-crafted clothing, but it was a special thing, and they enjoyed wearing the clothing she made for them. Her clothing was very practical, easy to wear and, as Eolden’s father would say, it “made sense.”
When Eolden was seven Turns old, his father bought their first ship. He’d been sailing on a fishing vessel for over ten Turns, but had just decided to get his own. For its maiden voyage, he brought his family along- his lovely wife and Eolden. The trio set off from the northern point of the Tillek Peninsula, and sailed all the way around the southern side, landing only a few miles from where they started, in the southern portion of Tillek Hold. The trip only took a few hours.
Unfortunately, the afterglow of Eolden’s father’s success would not last. Eolden’s mother came down with pneumonia and, since nobody around knew how to treat the deadly illness, she passed after a sevenday. It was a tragic time for both father and son, and would be a major turning point in young Eolden’s life.
After his wife’s passing, Eolden’s father seemed to collapse in on himself. He’d go days without speaking, his face solemn and grim. He might get up one day and disappear for up to a month. Eolden, still a child too young to take care of himself, was passed around the women of the Hold to take care of. After one round, he was passed off to his father’s mates at the Fisherman Hall. They taught the boy, from a time that he was only ten Turns, how to sail, how to fish, and what to do in certain situations.
Being his father’s son, Eolden flourished here. By the time he was thirteen, he was helping out on the fishing expeditions (as much as he could). The Fishermen would have the boy bait the nets, pull the more determined fish out of the netting afterward, and even shuck some of the clams and oysters that they dragged up off the sea floor.
Over the next few Turns, while his father spent more and more time at sea, Eolden entered the Crafthall proper, and started doing everything from skinning the fish to helping on the actual expeditions themselves. At first, he was just another novice on the crew, but given his already-accumulated experience, as well as the fact that fishing had been his entire life, the boy quickly advanced.
As he became an Apprentice, he was trusted with some larger responsibilities, such as training the new sailors, taking over lookout duty, or even, in some cases, taking the helm. No matter where they put the boy, the other Fishermen could not help but be impressed with his adaptability and quick reflexes.
Once he became a Journeyman, Eolden started being trained as a captain. He would be put in charge of a minor fishing vessel in the waters surrounding Tillek Harbor, under the supervision of a sometimes-too-present Master. As he again began proving himself more than capable, the Master and his supervision became less and less present, and Eolden’s expeditions were allowed to go further and further from the Tillek peninsula.
One of these unmonitored expeditions went south. Eolden’s navigator told him they were heading in the right direction to dock at Southern Boll. Without warning, strong southern winds picked up, and black clouds rolled in overhead. A storm the likes of which Eolden had never seen ripped through him and his ship, and it was all he could do to order his men below deck so none of them got swept overboard.
Thankfully, the ship held together long enough to ride out the storm. When the winds weren’t howling anymore, and the torrent of rain had lightened to a drizzle, the crew made their way back to the top deck. They were right offshore of the southern continent. Eolden made the call to dock at Southern Hold’s harbor to get their bearings, restock on supplies, and repair any damages to the ship.
Two days after they’d docked, Eolden’s crew was still hard at work getting everything in order. It was mid-afternoon when a dragon and its rider appeared from between, lowering to the ground only a few yards from where they were hard at work. The dragon looked directly at Eolden as he approached it (being the captain, even in training), and its eyes swirled with color.
The rider told him he had been searched to be a candidate for Dark Moon Weyr. Eolden had never really cared for the dragon riders before that day, but the men in his crew jeered him on, telling him they’d save his seat for when he failed, and that if he didn’t try, he was a cowardly Wher. With a sigh, he gathered his belongings and got on the dragon’s back, and flew toward his destiny.
IV. Miscellaneous Information
-Pets: N/A
-Dragon/Wher: N/A
-Dragon/Wher Appearance: N/A
-Dragon/Wher Personality: N/A
so, technically, there would be (in theory) racial memories of Earth trends. But alright, if that's the only thing you can nitpick on, I guess I'm glad. Editing now.