Post by Eyota on May 20, 2008 17:10:52 GMT -5
Name: Aiathew
Age: 14 1/2 years
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Thinks he's Heterosexual
Appearance: His complexion is rather pale from lack of being out in the sun as often as dragonriders or weyrfolk tend to be. Pools of dark brown hold innocence about the world and the way it works. His eyes are frequently found to be curious, questioning anyone who stares into them. They are extremely sensitive to sunlight currently; but, they will adjust as they grow more use to being out in the sun more often than Aiathew had been going in. Silky and of a dark brown color, Aiathew’s hair appears in the sun to be a burnished copper, due to the tricks the light can play. It can often be seen disheveled and unkempt as Aiathew doesn’t care much about his appearance. He prefers his hair short, compared to others and doesn’t like bangs that much as they get in the way of seeing. He weighs about 127 pounds, and most of it is muscle rather than fat because Aiathew likes to keep active. About 5 feet and 3 inches tall, Aiathew hasn’t hit his growth spurt quite yet and he has the potential to grow to be nearly six feet. His built is rather slim, and his frame doesn’t seem to fit him quite right. If given the more time, he will change and fill out.
Personality:
A certain air of innocence exists about him as he actively questions everything and how it works. Curiosity seems to be his constant drive with a thirst for knowledge befitting of one of the Harpercraft. Constantly, he can be found around the weyr’s Infirmary or the Weyrbowl, asking anyone about what they are doing and how being a dragonrider or Healer works.
Aiathew is generally overexcited or calm, depending on the situation he is in. For example, if he was working on something that requires commitment, he will be absorbed completely and focused. Or in different circumstances, he might be hyper about learning more and more or having a good time. He makes friends easily because of this and hates to be parted from his friends or anyone for a long time unless it’s necessary.
If given a choice between hurting something and dying, he would rather die. Aiathew cannot bear to see pain on others’ faces and would rather be hurt than someone else. This carries over to all creatures as he isn’t one to torture a poor herdbeast or runnerbeast or let a wild flitter be injured if it can be saved. The boy’s kindness could be his downfall or a weakness if someone tries to manipulate him and uses hurting someone he cares about as a bargaining tool or hostage to get Aiathew to do something.
History: A rider found him around the volcano with a concussion and a bleeding head wound. He was lying there, unmoving, and appeared almost to be dead, except for the shallow breathing he make and the sparse movements of the rising and falling of his chest.
When Aiathew woke up in the Infirmary, he found his self confused as to where he was and why he was there. His memories were all gone, except for a few ones like his name, his flit’s name, and a long, dark tunnel. No one knows where he came from or why or what Aiathew was doing out there around the volcano. Perhaps only time will tell….
Pets: Kaint, Blue Flit
Other:
Name Change: A’thew
Color Preferences: Anything except Green
Colors NOT wanted: Green
Password: Needlethorn...-gigglesnorts-
Age: 14 1/2 years
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Thinks he's Heterosexual
Appearance: His complexion is rather pale from lack of being out in the sun as often as dragonriders or weyrfolk tend to be. Pools of dark brown hold innocence about the world and the way it works. His eyes are frequently found to be curious, questioning anyone who stares into them. They are extremely sensitive to sunlight currently; but, they will adjust as they grow more use to being out in the sun more often than Aiathew had been going in. Silky and of a dark brown color, Aiathew’s hair appears in the sun to be a burnished copper, due to the tricks the light can play. It can often be seen disheveled and unkempt as Aiathew doesn’t care much about his appearance. He prefers his hair short, compared to others and doesn’t like bangs that much as they get in the way of seeing. He weighs about 127 pounds, and most of it is muscle rather than fat because Aiathew likes to keep active. About 5 feet and 3 inches tall, Aiathew hasn’t hit his growth spurt quite yet and he has the potential to grow to be nearly six feet. His built is rather slim, and his frame doesn’t seem to fit him quite right. If given the more time, he will change and fill out.
Personality:
A certain air of innocence exists about him as he actively questions everything and how it works. Curiosity seems to be his constant drive with a thirst for knowledge befitting of one of the Harpercraft. Constantly, he can be found around the weyr’s Infirmary or the Weyrbowl, asking anyone about what they are doing and how being a dragonrider or Healer works.
Aiathew is generally overexcited or calm, depending on the situation he is in. For example, if he was working on something that requires commitment, he will be absorbed completely and focused. Or in different circumstances, he might be hyper about learning more and more or having a good time. He makes friends easily because of this and hates to be parted from his friends or anyone for a long time unless it’s necessary.
If given a choice between hurting something and dying, he would rather die. Aiathew cannot bear to see pain on others’ faces and would rather be hurt than someone else. This carries over to all creatures as he isn’t one to torture a poor herdbeast or runnerbeast or let a wild flitter be injured if it can be saved. The boy’s kindness could be his downfall or a weakness if someone tries to manipulate him and uses hurting someone he cares about as a bargaining tool or hostage to get Aiathew to do something.
History: A rider found him around the volcano with a concussion and a bleeding head wound. He was lying there, unmoving, and appeared almost to be dead, except for the shallow breathing he make and the sparse movements of the rising and falling of his chest.
When Aiathew woke up in the Infirmary, he found his self confused as to where he was and why he was there. His memories were all gone, except for a few ones like his name, his flit’s name, and a long, dark tunnel. No one knows where he came from or why or what Aiathew was doing out there around the volcano. Perhaps only time will tell….
Pets: Kaint, Blue Flit
Other:
Name Change: A’thew
Color Preferences: Anything except Green
Colors NOT wanted: Green
Password: Needlethorn...-gigglesnorts-
