Post by Gliese on Jun 13, 2008 18:16:01 GMT -5
Name: Dekelvai
Age: Fourteen
Rank: Lower caverns worker, potential Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Dekelvai's appearance is a youthful and fulsome one. A head of thick, curly, mousey brown hair surrounds his still-youth-rounded face, and with any luck once most of the traces of baby fat have disappeared he will prove to be reasonably attractive young man. His dark, klah-brown eyes contrast wonderfully against his Rukbat-warmed complexion, and often reflect perfectly how he is feeling at the moment: reflective, soulful contemplation or overjoyed happiness or even indignant frustration.
Even at his young age, he stands taller than his older sister, Nove, by several inches, promising a height well into six feet once he's finished growing. For now, however, he is terribly awkward in his own skin: his limbs are too long and gangling, his voice cracks most unexpectedly, and he is often quite clumsy, though in a bemused, enthusiastic kind of way.
Personality: A quiet, reserved boy, Kel spends most of his time by himself, though he's never adverse to companionship - he simply doesn't know where to go to find it, or what to do once he does. It's almost impossible to irritate or offend Dekelvai. He's painfully obedient, and often assumes the best of everyone, even when directly shown evidence to the contrary - much like a canine pup, it'll take several kicks to even dent Kel's enthusiasm and eagerness to please. If you'd like to get analytical, it's very likely that this constant desire for praise stems from a lack of recognition from his own father, who, for the most part of his childhood, ignored the boy. Hopefully, this is a phase he will eventually grow out of, though until then he will find himself continuously taken advantage of (whether intentionally or not, for even when he's completely exhausted he'll continue to push himself) by peers and supervisors.
The only time Dekelvai will show any sort of mettle is when it comes to his own sister - his perfect, loving, wonderful sister, who he admires and idolizes beyond anything else - who has gotten herself into her fair share of trouble. When he puts his mind to it, he's an excellent mediator, and has frequently had to step in on her behalf to prevent further conflict.
For the most part, however, he spends his time out of sight, and out of mind. His preferred chore is laundry, to the point where it's almost his permanent duty, and he knows most the Weyr by sight and half the Weyr by name. He spends countless hours in the washing room, where he and his feline, Rana, may be left unbothered except for when another dirty load is dropped off by a rider or drudge.
History: Until he turned seven, Dekelvai was the family baby, coddled and indulged and overprotected by everyone (save, naturally, his father) in the cothold, from his mother to the maid to the spit canines. Though not unwelcome, the constant attention often enough left him craving to be left alone, at which point he would retreat to his room, shared with his older sister, who taunted and teased him mercilessly - an almost-bearable alternative to be forced one more time to be dressed and tailored like some great doll.
It wasn't until the birth of his younger sibling that Dekelvai came to know, as Nove had felt most her life, true disregard. Used to having every need and desire presented to him the instant he demanded it, he was extremely off put to compete with the useless, squalling brat that was the new baby for attention - but here it was that he was brushed away, or even ordered from the room if he even looked to be fed! He began more and more to spend time with his older sister, who, delighted with a new plaything, eagerly dragged him along for her escapades and shenanigans. It wasn't long until the two were genuine friends, seeking out each other's company when, as often as not, they were once again overlooked by their family.
He began to indulge, and even partake in Nove's idle fantasies of being Searched and taken to a Weyr, where they could both Impress and lead the most interesting lives any child could wish for, though the boy knew quite realistically what their chances of that were. And the night he awoke to the sound of her subdued, sniffling sobs, and the rustle of clothing being packed away, he knew precisely where she was going. Throwing together what he could, and tucking his feline away in a wicker carrybasket so he needn't leave her behind, Dekelvai stole out to pursue her through the night. He startled her quite badly the next morning when he awoke her from her restless sleep to offer her a meatroll he'd had the foresight to pack away. Though she protested quite vigorously, Dekelvai was resolved: she couldn’t leave him alone, she had to take him with her. He wished to escape from the weary cothold as much as she, and the prospect of Impression was too wonderful to refuse.
For two Turns, now, they've been at Nyocia, working in the lower caverns. Dekelvai rather enjoys the relaxed, open lifestyle, though he hasn't made as many friends (or enemies) as his sister, who hopelessly watches him tuck himself away into the laundry room, his own distant escape from the press of Weyrfolk. Perhaps an opportunity will arise that will draw him out of his shell, force him to fulfill his potential...
Pets: Though in his father's cothold, felines were expected to catch, and kill pests and otherwise stay out from underfoot and sight, when Kel found a mewling nest of newly-born kittens in his dirty clothes basket, he couldn't help but to watch over the little beasts. He allowed the mother feline to leave her litter where it was, and checked in one them every day until his chosen kit - a long, tawny darling with dark bands around her legs - was old enough to be taken away, by which time many of her siblings had gambolled away to begin their own little lives.
He named her Rana, and she attached herself to him with a canine-like devotion. She is indolent and haughty - though what else could be said of a feline? - with adoration only for her master, to whom she answers with prompt attention. To Dekelvai's dismay she is an excellent hunter, and has on countless occasions brought him 'presents' in the middle of the night, plopping him down on his chest and demanding, with yowling insistence, praise for her obvious skill and stealth.
She is not terribly active during the day, preferring to follow Dekelvai to where he is working and find a sunny patch to sprawl herself in, offering pleasant but undemanding company. At night, she is either curled up next to the boy, or out on the prowl: at least twice, now, at her full-grown size, she has taken on and killed immature tunnelsnakes, as demonstrated by their mangled remains found in the corridors the following morning.
Other: Rather enjoys doing laundry.
Password: Needlethorn
NB: Open to both standing as dragon or wher Candidate
Age: Fourteen
Rank: Lower caverns worker, potential Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Dekelvai's appearance is a youthful and fulsome one. A head of thick, curly, mousey brown hair surrounds his still-youth-rounded face, and with any luck once most of the traces of baby fat have disappeared he will prove to be reasonably attractive young man. His dark, klah-brown eyes contrast wonderfully against his Rukbat-warmed complexion, and often reflect perfectly how he is feeling at the moment: reflective, soulful contemplation or overjoyed happiness or even indignant frustration.
Even at his young age, he stands taller than his older sister, Nove, by several inches, promising a height well into six feet once he's finished growing. For now, however, he is terribly awkward in his own skin: his limbs are too long and gangling, his voice cracks most unexpectedly, and he is often quite clumsy, though in a bemused, enthusiastic kind of way.
Personality: A quiet, reserved boy, Kel spends most of his time by himself, though he's never adverse to companionship - he simply doesn't know where to go to find it, or what to do once he does. It's almost impossible to irritate or offend Dekelvai. He's painfully obedient, and often assumes the best of everyone, even when directly shown evidence to the contrary - much like a canine pup, it'll take several kicks to even dent Kel's enthusiasm and eagerness to please. If you'd like to get analytical, it's very likely that this constant desire for praise stems from a lack of recognition from his own father, who, for the most part of his childhood, ignored the boy. Hopefully, this is a phase he will eventually grow out of, though until then he will find himself continuously taken advantage of (whether intentionally or not, for even when he's completely exhausted he'll continue to push himself) by peers and supervisors.
The only time Dekelvai will show any sort of mettle is when it comes to his own sister - his perfect, loving, wonderful sister, who he admires and idolizes beyond anything else - who has gotten herself into her fair share of trouble. When he puts his mind to it, he's an excellent mediator, and has frequently had to step in on her behalf to prevent further conflict.
For the most part, however, he spends his time out of sight, and out of mind. His preferred chore is laundry, to the point where it's almost his permanent duty, and he knows most the Weyr by sight and half the Weyr by name. He spends countless hours in the washing room, where he and his feline, Rana, may be left unbothered except for when another dirty load is dropped off by a rider or drudge.
History: Until he turned seven, Dekelvai was the family baby, coddled and indulged and overprotected by everyone (save, naturally, his father) in the cothold, from his mother to the maid to the spit canines. Though not unwelcome, the constant attention often enough left him craving to be left alone, at which point he would retreat to his room, shared with his older sister, who taunted and teased him mercilessly - an almost-bearable alternative to be forced one more time to be dressed and tailored like some great doll.
It wasn't until the birth of his younger sibling that Dekelvai came to know, as Nove had felt most her life, true disregard. Used to having every need and desire presented to him the instant he demanded it, he was extremely off put to compete with the useless, squalling brat that was the new baby for attention - but here it was that he was brushed away, or even ordered from the room if he even looked to be fed! He began more and more to spend time with his older sister, who, delighted with a new plaything, eagerly dragged him along for her escapades and shenanigans. It wasn't long until the two were genuine friends, seeking out each other's company when, as often as not, they were once again overlooked by their family.
He began to indulge, and even partake in Nove's idle fantasies of being Searched and taken to a Weyr, where they could both Impress and lead the most interesting lives any child could wish for, though the boy knew quite realistically what their chances of that were. And the night he awoke to the sound of her subdued, sniffling sobs, and the rustle of clothing being packed away, he knew precisely where she was going. Throwing together what he could, and tucking his feline away in a wicker carrybasket so he needn't leave her behind, Dekelvai stole out to pursue her through the night. He startled her quite badly the next morning when he awoke her from her restless sleep to offer her a meatroll he'd had the foresight to pack away. Though she protested quite vigorously, Dekelvai was resolved: she couldn’t leave him alone, she had to take him with her. He wished to escape from the weary cothold as much as she, and the prospect of Impression was too wonderful to refuse.
For two Turns, now, they've been at Nyocia, working in the lower caverns. Dekelvai rather enjoys the relaxed, open lifestyle, though he hasn't made as many friends (or enemies) as his sister, who hopelessly watches him tuck himself away into the laundry room, his own distant escape from the press of Weyrfolk. Perhaps an opportunity will arise that will draw him out of his shell, force him to fulfill his potential...
Pets: Though in his father's cothold, felines were expected to catch, and kill pests and otherwise stay out from underfoot and sight, when Kel found a mewling nest of newly-born kittens in his dirty clothes basket, he couldn't help but to watch over the little beasts. He allowed the mother feline to leave her litter where it was, and checked in one them every day until his chosen kit - a long, tawny darling with dark bands around her legs - was old enough to be taken away, by which time many of her siblings had gambolled away to begin their own little lives.
He named her Rana, and she attached herself to him with a canine-like devotion. She is indolent and haughty - though what else could be said of a feline? - with adoration only for her master, to whom she answers with prompt attention. To Dekelvai's dismay she is an excellent hunter, and has on countless occasions brought him 'presents' in the middle of the night, plopping him down on his chest and demanding, with yowling insistence, praise for her obvious skill and stealth.
She is not terribly active during the day, preferring to follow Dekelvai to where he is working and find a sunny patch to sprawl herself in, offering pleasant but undemanding company. At night, she is either curled up next to the boy, or out on the prowl: at least twice, now, at her full-grown size, she has taken on and killed immature tunnelsnakes, as demonstrated by their mangled remains found in the corridors the following morning.
Other: Rather enjoys doing laundry.
Password: Needlethorn
NB: Open to both standing as dragon or wher Candidate
