Candidates 2010

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New Candidates

[catilena1890]

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

[catilena1890]

Name: Catilena

Age: Twenty Turns

Gender: Female

Rank: Candidate/cook

Appearance: About as tall as her sister, Catilena is a pretty normal sized 5'5" young lady. She tries to keep her appearence in check. Though she is not anywhere near as skinny as her sister, she is not overweight or too large. She is more filled out with a small amount of belly projecting outward. Her hair is straight, holding a beautiful light, almost blonde, brown colour and is slightly shorter than Relina's, barely reaching her shoulders. Her face is truly feminine. She has a few freckles near her thin nose. Catilena's large eyes hold the same sapphire-blue color as her sister's. Her thin, yet supple lips have a beautiful rosy-red colour. Her skin is as pale as Relina's, with the exception of a dark, claw-shaped scar on the back of her left shoulder where she was branded by an angry drunken drudge. Despite all of these similarities and mild differences, what truly separates the two sisters is their taste in clothing. While Relina favors dresses, Catilena prefers a slightly baggy tan blouse with a dark pink, almost red vest. A black belt holds up loose fitting tan trousers. A pair of black boots completes the strange, yet curiously feminine outfit.

Personality: Unlike her sister, Catilena is a very friendly, outgoing, slighty tomboyish young woman with a nasty temper. While it is hard to make her angry, the power of her anger can rival that of a Queen defending her clutch. Fortunately , she is relatively easy to calm, though she will hold a grudge if the person or event that made her angry has committed an offense in need of one. You would never know just how sad she is because of her tendancy to be a chatterbox when she is in a sort of a good mood, talking up a storm whenever she gets the chance to do so. She has a very good sense of humor, giggling at the most random things and moments, you would think her insane. In truth, she uses her sense of humor and her talkativeness to hide her true feelings, for she is a very guilt-ridden person, which is unusual for a girl who was essentially spoiled. Despite having the love of her father, she feels deep guilt for allowing Relina to suffer as she did under their father's cruelty. She is protective of her sister and any who are close to her because of her guilt for this. As a result of her upbringing, with all the private lessons and trips to the weyrs, Catilena does not truly have any friends but she is caring toward others and would like to make friends with other people any chance she gets nonetheless. She is also quite the chatterbox, talking up a storm whenever she is in a good mood. She has a wonderful sense of humor as well.

History: Catilena was born in the same lesser hall of High Reaches as her sister, Relina. Unlike Relina, however, Catilena was much loved by her parents and everyone around her. When her mother died, Catilena never knew about her sister, for her father loathed the girl and felt Catilena would not benefit from knowing her. Catilena's father was very fond of the dragons and so he sent her to a weyr everytime there was a clutch containing a queen so he could give his daughter a life he never had, for he only wanted what was best for her. Alas, she had returned everytime, constantly rejected by the queens. So to give her something to do until the next queen egg came, he had her learn to cook and help in the kitchens. As a result, she unintentionally met Relina, for she only saw her when her lessons took her to the fields to gather ingrediants for her cooking, and even then, she only assumed Relina was but a drudge. One day, she was in the fields gathering ingredients, and she got a chance, by accident, to somewhat formally meet the girl.

Catilena happliy gathered the vegetables and placed them in her basket when she heard a cry. She sat up and saw her father strike the odd girl she had occasionally seen while she was out here in the fields. She inclined her head in their direction when her father began yelling.

"You worthless girl, how dare you steal food!" He snarled at her.

"How do you know it was me?" The girl shot back.

"Because we saw you sneaking about in the kitchens! We give you enough to eat!"

"Yeah, if I weren't worked to the bone father!" When she said this Catilena gasped and dropped her basket. She had a sister, and her father never told her. She started walking toward them.

"How dare you call me that! When you speak to me, you address me as "Sir"!" He shouted and he raised his hand again. Catilena started running and she just barely made it in time, running in front of her sister just as he brought his hand down. The force of the blow knocked Catilena down and she turned around and glared at her father, who looked at her, horrified at what he had done.

"I have a sister and you never told me? How could you!

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" She spat at him, getting up and shielding the girl in case he wanted to strike again. The man looked at the two girls and his face went stoic.

"I only did it because she would be of no use to you. Do as you see fit." He said, and he walked away. Catilena turned to the girl that was her sister and held her hand out to her.

"My name is Catilena, What is yours, sister?" She asked, smiling. The frightened girl regained her composure and stood up on her own, rejecting the hand of her sister.

"Relina." Was all she said as she walked away. Catilena stared longingly after her, wanting to help her.

After that, Catilena would make extra portions of food and bring it to Relina's room when no one was looking, though Relina did not know this. During the course of that week, Catilena had minimal contact with her father. One week later, Relina and their father and a select group of the staff took the trip to the south that would ultimately shape Relina's destiny, and when Catilena's father returned without her sister, she grew angry with him yet again.

"What do you mean, "she's gone"

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Where is she?" Catilena growled. Her father looked at her as if he thought her words were not important.

"We couldn't find her, so we figured she got lost and died somewhere, we had a schedule to keep." He responded. That was the last straw, Catilena had enough. She ran to her room and grabbed the sack she had been packing. She saw her father and said nothing as she walked past him. He was speechless as she continued walking and when she got to the door that would lead her out of High Reaches, she turned and looked at him, glaring.

"I can't take this anymore. If you want to bully everyone around then you can do it without me around." She informed him.

"But where are you going?" He asked her meekly.

"I am going to become a Rider. I have heard of a weyr that hatches strange dragons, and that the dragons choose anyone they wish, regardless of gender. I do not care if I get a queen, or a strange dragon, or a green or blue, I am going to become a rider, and then I will find my sister. Until I am joined with a dragon, I will use the skills you have taught me to aid that weyr. Goodbye father." She said, and she walked out before her father could say anything else. As she made it to the edge of the hold, she saw dragons flying, and a smiled adorned her face. 'Dark Moon Weyr, I am coming.' She thought as she continued her journey.

And so began Catilena's adventure. She made her journey to Dark Moon in the same quest as her sister, though neither of them knew it, to become a rider.