Post by hbk on Jan 16, 2012 21:52:19 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? hbk
Recruited by:
Email: obsidian.writer@gmail.com
Character
Name: Marle
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Rank: Dragonshield Member
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Family:
Father- Arlen (location unknown)
Mother- Mara, age 50, Lower Caverns worker
Sister- Myressi, age 25, Lower Caverns worker
Appearance: Marle has a strong, masculine jawline, the kind that women dream about when they wish for a husband. High cheekbones are set beneath a pair of piercing green-blue eyes, and set between those eyes is a straight nose that has a slight bump at the bridge from where it's been broken before. His hair is a soft blonde and kept rather short, only long enough to occasionally find its way into his eyes.
Not an overly tall man, Marle's shoulders are broad and thickly padded with muscle that runs down an incredibly trim waist, and legs corded and roped with sinewy muscle. Flicked in scars that have come as apart of the job, Marle's skin is otherwise untouched. For clothing the man usually finds himself in a pair of plain black breeches and tunic, something he picked up from his mother who has dressed in black ever since her husband, and Marle's father, left them.
Personality:
Marle is generally a laid-back guy, preferring to save his temper for the Holdless. Being raised by only his mother, Marle has a set of manners that are impeccable, especially where women are concerned. Even though he's handsome enough to pick up women easily, he always treats them with respect, if he didn't and word got back to his mother he'd never hear the end of it. Just because Marle's near forty Turns of age doesn't mean that he still doesn't value his mother's opinion. Since his line of work is dangerous, Marle tends to keep most women at arms length, preferring casual and brief relationships to anything serious.
Unlike some men, Marle is incredibly neat and runs a tight ship when it comes to keeping his quarters clean. Along with his tendency to be a neatfreak, Marle is a hard-working perfectionist. Everything has to be done correctly or Marle won't accept it. Some of it comes from his father running out on him at such a young age. It has made Marle determined not to be a lazy good-for-nothing.
With the manners engrained into him from his mother, and his perfectionist attitude, Marle can come off as arrogant and overly-confident to those that don't know him. Marle is also not the most patient of teachers since he is a fast learner himself. The man gets easily frustrated by slow learners or people who can't keep up and so he prefers to steer away from those he doesn't consider 'on his level.'
Hobbies/Skills: While not shabby with a blade and hand-to-hand combat, Marle is especially skilled with long-ranged weapons and favors his bow and arrow. The man's bread and butter is his ability to track. If you want to know where someone is on Pern, Marle is the man for the job.
Pets:
Name: Tracker
Age: 6
Species: Bronze Firelizard
Description: Tracker is an intelligent bronze firelizard that assists Marle in his duties. Being rather small for a bronze, Tracker's size has become one of his best assets since it allows him to track easily without being noticed. The flit is a dark, coppery bronze with dark streaks of brown hidden beneath his wings, allowing him to blend easily in wooded areas.
History: Marle was born to Arlen and Mara, although he barely remembers his father since the man walked out after the birth of his younger sister- Myressi. Having no other way to take care of her children, Mara began working in the Weyr's kitchens as a cook and became quite talented at baking. While his mother was at work, Marle kept his eye on Myressi, not exactly an ideal childhood for a boy who would rather have been running around with the other weyrbrats. Still, as he aged Myressi became one of Marle's closest friends.
At sixteen Marle joined the Weyr Guard since he had no tendencies towards a craft, and he was a quick learner when it came to fighting and blades. Marle learned ruff manners and language from the Weyr Guards, which was quickly remedied by his mother the first time he came home smelling like alcohol and cursing like a sailor. Even at seventeen Turns of age Marle hadn't dared resist his mother when she washed his mouth out with freshly made soap.
Along the time he as twenty-five Marle began seriously courting one of the women in the Weyr, and he even fancied himself in love with her, until a scuffle with some Holdless took place in the Weyr one day. Nearly killed in the attack, Marle's betrothed couldn't take the emotional toil of having a husband in such a dangerous position so she backed out of their agreement. Ever since then Marle had decided that casual relationships are for the best. It wouldn't be fair for him to take someone as a wife knowing that they would probably just end up a young widow.
When the Dragonshield opened and began recruiting members Marle was one of the men chosen. Having had several Turns of experience from the Weyr Guard, Marle relished the opportunity to join the Dragonshield since they only chose the best.
Recruited by:
Email: obsidian.writer@gmail.com
Character
Name: Marle
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Rank: Dragonshield Member
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Family:
Father- Arlen (location unknown)
Mother- Mara, age 50, Lower Caverns worker
Sister- Myressi, age 25, Lower Caverns worker
Appearance: Marle has a strong, masculine jawline, the kind that women dream about when they wish for a husband. High cheekbones are set beneath a pair of piercing green-blue eyes, and set between those eyes is a straight nose that has a slight bump at the bridge from where it's been broken before. His hair is a soft blonde and kept rather short, only long enough to occasionally find its way into his eyes.
Not an overly tall man, Marle's shoulders are broad and thickly padded with muscle that runs down an incredibly trim waist, and legs corded and roped with sinewy muscle. Flicked in scars that have come as apart of the job, Marle's skin is otherwise untouched. For clothing the man usually finds himself in a pair of plain black breeches and tunic, something he picked up from his mother who has dressed in black ever since her husband, and Marle's father, left them.
Personality:
Marle is generally a laid-back guy, preferring to save his temper for the Holdless. Being raised by only his mother, Marle has a set of manners that are impeccable, especially where women are concerned. Even though he's handsome enough to pick up women easily, he always treats them with respect, if he didn't and word got back to his mother he'd never hear the end of it. Just because Marle's near forty Turns of age doesn't mean that he still doesn't value his mother's opinion. Since his line of work is dangerous, Marle tends to keep most women at arms length, preferring casual and brief relationships to anything serious.
Unlike some men, Marle is incredibly neat and runs a tight ship when it comes to keeping his quarters clean. Along with his tendency to be a neatfreak, Marle is a hard-working perfectionist. Everything has to be done correctly or Marle won't accept it. Some of it comes from his father running out on him at such a young age. It has made Marle determined not to be a lazy good-for-nothing.
With the manners engrained into him from his mother, and his perfectionist attitude, Marle can come off as arrogant and overly-confident to those that don't know him. Marle is also not the most patient of teachers since he is a fast learner himself. The man gets easily frustrated by slow learners or people who can't keep up and so he prefers to steer away from those he doesn't consider 'on his level.'
Hobbies/Skills: While not shabby with a blade and hand-to-hand combat, Marle is especially skilled with long-ranged weapons and favors his bow and arrow. The man's bread and butter is his ability to track. If you want to know where someone is on Pern, Marle is the man for the job.
Pets:
Name: Tracker
Age: 6
Species: Bronze Firelizard
Description: Tracker is an intelligent bronze firelizard that assists Marle in his duties. Being rather small for a bronze, Tracker's size has become one of his best assets since it allows him to track easily without being noticed. The flit is a dark, coppery bronze with dark streaks of brown hidden beneath his wings, allowing him to blend easily in wooded areas.
History: Marle was born to Arlen and Mara, although he barely remembers his father since the man walked out after the birth of his younger sister- Myressi. Having no other way to take care of her children, Mara began working in the Weyr's kitchens as a cook and became quite talented at baking. While his mother was at work, Marle kept his eye on Myressi, not exactly an ideal childhood for a boy who would rather have been running around with the other weyrbrats. Still, as he aged Myressi became one of Marle's closest friends.
At sixteen Marle joined the Weyr Guard since he had no tendencies towards a craft, and he was a quick learner when it came to fighting and blades. Marle learned ruff manners and language from the Weyr Guards, which was quickly remedied by his mother the first time he came home smelling like alcohol and cursing like a sailor. Even at seventeen Turns of age Marle hadn't dared resist his mother when she washed his mouth out with freshly made soap.
Along the time he as twenty-five Marle began seriously courting one of the women in the Weyr, and he even fancied himself in love with her, until a scuffle with some Holdless took place in the Weyr one day. Nearly killed in the attack, Marle's betrothed couldn't take the emotional toil of having a husband in such a dangerous position so she backed out of their agreement. Ever since then Marle had decided that casual relationships are for the best. It wouldn't be fair for him to take someone as a wife knowing that they would probably just end up a young widow.
When the Dragonshield opened and began recruiting members Marle was one of the men chosen. Having had several Turns of experience from the Weyr Guard, Marle relished the opportunity to join the Dragonshield since they only chose the best.
