Post by Raincloud on Aug 8, 2008 16:15:39 GMT -5
Name: Gorrian
Age: 22
Rank: Wher Candidate // Journeyman Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: The height of 6'4 is not something to be sneezed at, especially when that height is accompanied by bulky muscles. His broad shoulders support thick arms. He has a broad chest, lengthy strong legs, and fairly large feet and hands. Gorrian's olive skin is rough and he has callouses everywhere from so much work in his life. He's incredibly strong for someone so young, and as you can probably tell by now, he looks much older than he is.
He has thick dark brown hair which is messily kept and just reaches the tops of ears and eyes. It looks as though he wakes up and just ruffles his hair in his getting-ready-for-the-day process. He has a stern brow which is usually furrowed over his chocolatey eyes. Though they can show playfulness on the right occasions, they're generally fulled with worry and doubt. Gorrian has a strong, wide jaw and some dark facial hair covering his chin, though he keeps the rest of his face clean-shaven. He has thin lips which are usually in a unfriendly-looking frown.
Gorrian looks generally mean and intimidating. Perhaps it's the bulging muscles covering his body with veins popping out everywhere, or perhaps it's the smileless, disapproving expression on his face, or it could even be the massive sword he keeps strapped to his back. Being only a Journeyman blacksmith, and having made the bastard sword himself, it's not too high of quality, but it'll still do some intense damage. As you can guess by his build and the size of the weapon, as long as you're nimble enough, you won't be hit by it. Although, he shouldn't have a reason to get it out.
Gorrian never seems to stray, clothing-wise, from the colour brown. He could very well be mistaken for a tree trunk one day! He wears regular thick-weave brown pants and impenetrable brown leather boots (as they have iron in the toe and heel), and brown shirts with sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. He commonly can be found wearing his black leather blacksmith's apron, seeing as he still makes many different metal things.
Personality: Gorrian has never been terribly friendly to anyone. Not at first, anyway. He's very reserved and chooses not to speak on most occasions, unless he's spoken to first. He has never felt the need to be with people; a loner. Solitude let you think without having others interrupt your thoughts. That's the reason why he doesn't like dragons-- eventually, they do influence the way you think and how you perceive things. He would hate to have something influence him so much.
A very kind-hearted soul, Gorrian could never refuse someone a request as long as they kept their manners. He's a very good judge of character and can tell if someone wants to just use him or genuinely needs his assistance. He's definitely not fat-headed nor arrogant; a modest man. Although he is strong, he knows it's nothing compared to someone who is strong of heart and mind. He would never show off or try to impress someone.
Gorrian finds that being physically strong is necessary in the world of Pern. A lot is based around physical power and, unfortunately, it seems that things are also based around dragons. He's never liked dragons. They're too well-thought of. Yes, they can do incredible things, but Gorrian believes that with a bit of strength and teamwork, humans can do just as much as the dragons. That's another thing about him; he knows he can't do everything alone, but he does retain his independence when he can. However, he has no qualms about asking another for advice or help.
Definitely not book-smart, Gorrian could never tell you the geography of Pern, recite you history, or even write an intelligent poem or story. He knows little survival things like when the sunrise is red, a storm is on it's way and he knows that moss grows on the north side of a tree and he could tell you anything you wanted to know about blacksmithing. He's wise for his turns, though not too intelligent, really.
Gorrian looks like he's angry all the time because he's constantly worrying and/or doubting people's actions and words. He get very protective of friends, lovers, or even innocent strangers. If there's one thing Gorrian can't stop himself from doing, it's worrying. He's always afraid that those he cares for will get themselves into trouble or end up getting hurt, whether it be physically or emotionally. He gets very nervous if he sees someone doing something risky or dangerous. If a loved one was ever harmed, he'd been be heartbroken.
He moves very stiffly and is the same in personality, really. Gorrian moves defensively; hence he trusts next to no one and wouldn't let his guard down easily. Although he, himself, is very trustworthy, he's not trusting. Once you earn him as a friend he may trust you slightly over a long enough timeline, and that's when you get to see him smile his cute little smile. He doesn't have a big grin with all his teeth showing, just the corners of his mouth turn up and his eyes sparkle with a bit less concern.
He had always been interested in the whers since his days in Danac Hold when whers would come through at night and pick up supplies or he would see them standing idly by or wandered as their riders conversed with the people there. Gorrian loved the creatures. They were so strong and fierce. Though it was easy to see by the way that their bonded's acted around them that they were also very calm, kind, loving, and devoted. Their strong bodies made Gorrian want one to help him with his everyday life, and as a simple companion. Of course he had his paranoid fire-lizard, but she couldn't help him with much, being so little.
Gorrian thinks the greatest thing in life you could ever achieve is happiness. He feels the only way he can find happiness is to find a woman he can love and who will love him until the last day of his life goes by.
History: Born and raised by nomadic people, Gorrian had always had a natural knack for survival and loved travel. The runnerbeasts always provided a keen interest to the boy. They tirelessly worked away at helping the train of caravans. His father had been so strong and yet so quiet, his mother so caring and so devoted to his father. The family of three traveled with two other caravans, both also containing a small family each. They went around the southern without a worry or fear. They lived off the land and never had a necessity for money, weapons, or dragons. Simple nomads.
When Gorrian was the age of ten turns, they were travelling along a coastline, near sands though not on them, and the boy (who was already very strong by then from helping out the caravans and their residents as much as he could and more) spotted an abandoned nest of eggs. He had only noticed because of the movement from the eggs; they were hatching! The nest had only been from a green fire-lizard, so it wasn't odd to find no fire-lizards there humming as they hatched. The five eggs were hatched amongst the people of the caravans and they all Impressed to the people there. Gorrian got a green, Tilla, his father Impressed two blues, and the other two greens Impressed to others.
Two turns following that, they came across a small pack of wherries. Unfortunately for them, they could not escape unharmed. Being at the front of the train, Gorrian's caravan was attacked first. The fire-lizards tried to fend off the attackers with their flaming breath, but to no avail. The two runnerbeasts were slaughtered, followed by Gorrian's mother. The need to protect his son flooded all of father's emotions, but his rage at the sight of his dead wife angered him greatly. He lunged at a wherry only to have his arm bitten deeply by one of the evil beasts. Luckily for him, the two blue fire-lizards he had Impressed two years back dug their sharp claws into it's hide and the wherry was otherwise distracted. Releasing the arm of Gorrian's father, the man grabbed his son's forearm and ran as fast as he could, Gorrian stumbling and tripping while trying to run as quickly as his father was. Tilla was behind them, along with one of the blues, but the second had been killed. Blood was pouring out of his father's wound, and his face was contorted in pain as he ran, but he didn't stop until, thank the powers that be, they came across a Hold.
Gorrian's father's arm became infected from the wherry bite, and he refused treatment. It seemed that he didn't want to continue on. He a little while longer, Gorrian had turned 13 and was working on some runnerbeast shoes his master, a blacksmith, had told him to do (He had become apprenticed as a blacksmith to learn a trade so he could pay for their up-keep in their small shack of a home). His father's fire-lizard had been on one shoulder, Tilla on the other. The blue creeled suddenly and disappeared between. The fire-lizard never came back. Tilla, too, was upset now, Gorrian could feel it. A pang of dread hit him when he realized what must have happened. He dropped what he was doing and charged home. His father had finally left Pern.
Gorrian, distraught by the loss of his father, had the urge to begin travel again. He knew, however, he could not at such a young age all alone. His master took him in and he continued to learn, train, and progress as a blacksmith. Gorrian became very talented and rose to the rank of Journeyman, though he truly did deserve better. At the age of 15 turns, he started to train with a sword he had crafted himself to defend he and his loved ones with. Everything he did made him stronger, though he left little time for social interaction.
On his 18th day of birthing, that is to say when he turned 18 turns of age, he finally left the hold. He wanted to wander, just as he and his family had done. Gorrian took only a pack of clothes, a single pair of boots, his sword, and Tilla with him. Bidding farewell to his master, he set off in the direction he and his father had planned to travel when they were still nomads. He, too, lived purely off the lands. He would stop at Holds to provide services as a blacksmith for a short while before leaving once again.
For two turns he wandered, unbeknownst as to his final destination. He came across a Hold known as Danac Hold, where they had no blacksmith at the time, as their previous one passed away quite recently. Gorrian set up in the old workplace of the blacksmith and earned enough money to pay for his keep and buy simple necessities such as food and nicer, but cheap, clothing. Of course, the majority of his money went to more supplies so he could continue crafting and improve his talents.
One night, he hadn't finished working until very late. It was very hot, and he was used to it, but he decided to step out into the night air to feel the cool breeze caress his skin. He stood against the wall of his little hut and watched a strange creature come through the town. A bronze dragon-like creature. This must be one of the whers he had heard the Hold people speak of. It was not like they said, ugly and fearful. On the contrary, Gorrian thought it looked very strong and prideful.
From that night onwards, for the next turn or so, he would always go out to see if any whers were about. He would hardly ever catch them out there, but on the nights he did, it was worth it. Although 21 already, he was accepted as a wher Candidate. He's been very anxious to receive one, though he doesn't get his hopes up too high. He recently turned 22, so he knows he doesn't have much time left. Gorrian has not let his training with his sword, or the forge, go unpracticed.
Pets:
Name: Tilla
Age: 12
Size: 21 cm
Colour: A very pale, light green; almost a pastel colour. It's a very cool and relaxed colour and reminds Gorrian of the springtime.
Personality: Although not one to spring into action and get all worked up over nothing, she is very suspicious of others and dislikes when Gorrian interacts with other people. However, she trusts high-ranking fire-lizards, dragons, and whers blindly. How could such leaders ever harm anyone? She perches on Gorrian's wide shoulders for most hours of the day, long tail wrapped around his neck, hissing and chittering away at anyone who walks by. Evil, mean humans! No one may speak to her Gorrian.
Colour Code: 66FF80
Other: Nothing.
Age: 22
Rank: Wher Candidate // Journeyman Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: The height of 6'4 is not something to be sneezed at, especially when that height is accompanied by bulky muscles. His broad shoulders support thick arms. He has a broad chest, lengthy strong legs, and fairly large feet and hands. Gorrian's olive skin is rough and he has callouses everywhere from so much work in his life. He's incredibly strong for someone so young, and as you can probably tell by now, he looks much older than he is.
He has thick dark brown hair which is messily kept and just reaches the tops of ears and eyes. It looks as though he wakes up and just ruffles his hair in his getting-ready-for-the-day process. He has a stern brow which is usually furrowed over his chocolatey eyes. Though they can show playfulness on the right occasions, they're generally fulled with worry and doubt. Gorrian has a strong, wide jaw and some dark facial hair covering his chin, though he keeps the rest of his face clean-shaven. He has thin lips which are usually in a unfriendly-looking frown.
Gorrian looks generally mean and intimidating. Perhaps it's the bulging muscles covering his body with veins popping out everywhere, or perhaps it's the smileless, disapproving expression on his face, or it could even be the massive sword he keeps strapped to his back. Being only a Journeyman blacksmith, and having made the bastard sword himself, it's not too high of quality, but it'll still do some intense damage. As you can guess by his build and the size of the weapon, as long as you're nimble enough, you won't be hit by it. Although, he shouldn't have a reason to get it out.
Gorrian never seems to stray, clothing-wise, from the colour brown. He could very well be mistaken for a tree trunk one day! He wears regular thick-weave brown pants and impenetrable brown leather boots (as they have iron in the toe and heel), and brown shirts with sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. He commonly can be found wearing his black leather blacksmith's apron, seeing as he still makes many different metal things.
Personality: Gorrian has never been terribly friendly to anyone. Not at first, anyway. He's very reserved and chooses not to speak on most occasions, unless he's spoken to first. He has never felt the need to be with people; a loner. Solitude let you think without having others interrupt your thoughts. That's the reason why he doesn't like dragons-- eventually, they do influence the way you think and how you perceive things. He would hate to have something influence him so much.
A very kind-hearted soul, Gorrian could never refuse someone a request as long as they kept their manners. He's a very good judge of character and can tell if someone wants to just use him or genuinely needs his assistance. He's definitely not fat-headed nor arrogant; a modest man. Although he is strong, he knows it's nothing compared to someone who is strong of heart and mind. He would never show off or try to impress someone.
Gorrian finds that being physically strong is necessary in the world of Pern. A lot is based around physical power and, unfortunately, it seems that things are also based around dragons. He's never liked dragons. They're too well-thought of. Yes, they can do incredible things, but Gorrian believes that with a bit of strength and teamwork, humans can do just as much as the dragons. That's another thing about him; he knows he can't do everything alone, but he does retain his independence when he can. However, he has no qualms about asking another for advice or help.
Definitely not book-smart, Gorrian could never tell you the geography of Pern, recite you history, or even write an intelligent poem or story. He knows little survival things like when the sunrise is red, a storm is on it's way and he knows that moss grows on the north side of a tree and he could tell you anything you wanted to know about blacksmithing. He's wise for his turns, though not too intelligent, really.
Gorrian looks like he's angry all the time because he's constantly worrying and/or doubting people's actions and words. He get very protective of friends, lovers, or even innocent strangers. If there's one thing Gorrian can't stop himself from doing, it's worrying. He's always afraid that those he cares for will get themselves into trouble or end up getting hurt, whether it be physically or emotionally. He gets very nervous if he sees someone doing something risky or dangerous. If a loved one was ever harmed, he'd been be heartbroken.
He moves very stiffly and is the same in personality, really. Gorrian moves defensively; hence he trusts next to no one and wouldn't let his guard down easily. Although he, himself, is very trustworthy, he's not trusting. Once you earn him as a friend he may trust you slightly over a long enough timeline, and that's when you get to see him smile his cute little smile. He doesn't have a big grin with all his teeth showing, just the corners of his mouth turn up and his eyes sparkle with a bit less concern.
He had always been interested in the whers since his days in Danac Hold when whers would come through at night and pick up supplies or he would see them standing idly by or wandered as their riders conversed with the people there. Gorrian loved the creatures. They were so strong and fierce. Though it was easy to see by the way that their bonded's acted around them that they were also very calm, kind, loving, and devoted. Their strong bodies made Gorrian want one to help him with his everyday life, and as a simple companion. Of course he had his paranoid fire-lizard, but she couldn't help him with much, being so little.
Gorrian thinks the greatest thing in life you could ever achieve is happiness. He feels the only way he can find happiness is to find a woman he can love and who will love him until the last day of his life goes by.
History: Born and raised by nomadic people, Gorrian had always had a natural knack for survival and loved travel. The runnerbeasts always provided a keen interest to the boy. They tirelessly worked away at helping the train of caravans. His father had been so strong and yet so quiet, his mother so caring and so devoted to his father. The family of three traveled with two other caravans, both also containing a small family each. They went around the southern without a worry or fear. They lived off the land and never had a necessity for money, weapons, or dragons. Simple nomads.
When Gorrian was the age of ten turns, they were travelling along a coastline, near sands though not on them, and the boy (who was already very strong by then from helping out the caravans and their residents as much as he could and more) spotted an abandoned nest of eggs. He had only noticed because of the movement from the eggs; they were hatching! The nest had only been from a green fire-lizard, so it wasn't odd to find no fire-lizards there humming as they hatched. The five eggs were hatched amongst the people of the caravans and they all Impressed to the people there. Gorrian got a green, Tilla, his father Impressed two blues, and the other two greens Impressed to others.
Two turns following that, they came across a small pack of wherries. Unfortunately for them, they could not escape unharmed. Being at the front of the train, Gorrian's caravan was attacked first. The fire-lizards tried to fend off the attackers with their flaming breath, but to no avail. The two runnerbeasts were slaughtered, followed by Gorrian's mother. The need to protect his son flooded all of father's emotions, but his rage at the sight of his dead wife angered him greatly. He lunged at a wherry only to have his arm bitten deeply by one of the evil beasts. Luckily for him, the two blue fire-lizards he had Impressed two years back dug their sharp claws into it's hide and the wherry was otherwise distracted. Releasing the arm of Gorrian's father, the man grabbed his son's forearm and ran as fast as he could, Gorrian stumbling and tripping while trying to run as quickly as his father was. Tilla was behind them, along with one of the blues, but the second had been killed. Blood was pouring out of his father's wound, and his face was contorted in pain as he ran, but he didn't stop until, thank the powers that be, they came across a Hold.
Gorrian's father's arm became infected from the wherry bite, and he refused treatment. It seemed that he didn't want to continue on. He a little while longer, Gorrian had turned 13 and was working on some runnerbeast shoes his master, a blacksmith, had told him to do (He had become apprenticed as a blacksmith to learn a trade so he could pay for their up-keep in their small shack of a home). His father's fire-lizard had been on one shoulder, Tilla on the other. The blue creeled suddenly and disappeared between. The fire-lizard never came back. Tilla, too, was upset now, Gorrian could feel it. A pang of dread hit him when he realized what must have happened. He dropped what he was doing and charged home. His father had finally left Pern.
Gorrian, distraught by the loss of his father, had the urge to begin travel again. He knew, however, he could not at such a young age all alone. His master took him in and he continued to learn, train, and progress as a blacksmith. Gorrian became very talented and rose to the rank of Journeyman, though he truly did deserve better. At the age of 15 turns, he started to train with a sword he had crafted himself to defend he and his loved ones with. Everything he did made him stronger, though he left little time for social interaction.
On his 18th day of birthing, that is to say when he turned 18 turns of age, he finally left the hold. He wanted to wander, just as he and his family had done. Gorrian took only a pack of clothes, a single pair of boots, his sword, and Tilla with him. Bidding farewell to his master, he set off in the direction he and his father had planned to travel when they were still nomads. He, too, lived purely off the lands. He would stop at Holds to provide services as a blacksmith for a short while before leaving once again.
For two turns he wandered, unbeknownst as to his final destination. He came across a Hold known as Danac Hold, where they had no blacksmith at the time, as their previous one passed away quite recently. Gorrian set up in the old workplace of the blacksmith and earned enough money to pay for his keep and buy simple necessities such as food and nicer, but cheap, clothing. Of course, the majority of his money went to more supplies so he could continue crafting and improve his talents.
One night, he hadn't finished working until very late. It was very hot, and he was used to it, but he decided to step out into the night air to feel the cool breeze caress his skin. He stood against the wall of his little hut and watched a strange creature come through the town. A bronze dragon-like creature. This must be one of the whers he had heard the Hold people speak of. It was not like they said, ugly and fearful. On the contrary, Gorrian thought it looked very strong and prideful.
From that night onwards, for the next turn or so, he would always go out to see if any whers were about. He would hardly ever catch them out there, but on the nights he did, it was worth it. Although 21 already, he was accepted as a wher Candidate. He's been very anxious to receive one, though he doesn't get his hopes up too high. He recently turned 22, so he knows he doesn't have much time left. Gorrian has not let his training with his sword, or the forge, go unpracticed.
Pets:
Name: Tilla
Age: 12
Size: 21 cm
Colour: A very pale, light green; almost a pastel colour. It's a very cool and relaxed colour and reminds Gorrian of the springtime.
Personality: Although not one to spring into action and get all worked up over nothing, she is very suspicious of others and dislikes when Gorrian interacts with other people. However, she trusts high-ranking fire-lizards, dragons, and whers blindly. How could such leaders ever harm anyone? She perches on Gorrian's wide shoulders for most hours of the day, long tail wrapped around his neck, hissing and chittering away at anyone who walks by. Evil, mean humans! No one may speak to her Gorrian.
Colour Code: 66FF80
Other: Nothing.
