Post by ichigo on Mar 17, 2011 3:41:51 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Ichigo
Recruited by: Advertisement lol
Email: JadeRavenwing@live.com
Character Info:
Name: Donerin (Doh-ne-rin) (Occasionally called Don)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Candiate: With a past of a bowyer/fletching and hunting.
Family:
Mother:Cherie: dead
Father: Rohin: doesn't know his own age
Uncle: Robithin: 45
Brother: Jeryn: About 25, though doesn't keep track of his age is about 4 to 5 years older than Don
Sister:Amelie: dead
Appearance: Don has a bit of a rough and rugged look to him, which isn't a surprise seeing as he's a very woodsy man and comes from a family that's never been high and mighty, or very proper for that matter. He prefers to wear light leather or cloth clothes, and is almost always seen with a medium-toned leather vest on over a pale cream shirt. He's got the look of your average "peasant" but with the obvious potential and strength to be something more. When he frowns his appearance can be a bit foreboding, especially with the scar across his forehead acquired from a run in with a snapping branch during a hunting trip. His skin is a healthy shade of cream-brown with an edge of a tan to it. He spends a lot of time outside, though most of that time is under the canopy of Southern's jungle so he doesn't get a lot of sun.
His eyes are a pale golden brown, set in contrast by hair so dark that it's almost black. Firelight is reflected in an eerie, almost demonic way, highlighting splotches of red-brown and pale dots within the iris of his eyes, but it's just a trick of the light, albeit an interesting one. His shoulders are heavyset and broad, with a rock hard body to match. The work he does keeps him strong, and pulling back the string on a bow day after day requires strong arms and a strong chest. His legs aren't near as strong as his arms, but the constant hiking he does keeps them in shape and he has the stamina to make up for it. He stands at an average six feet four inches, and when he stands straight it adds another inch to his height.
(If there's anything I should add, let me know.)
Personality: Donerin is a complicated man, but then what person isn't? He's got a personality to match his lifestyle, though he always has taken after his mother, so says his uncle. He's strong and guarded on first meetings with people, and can sometimes come off as a bit brash or harsh. He's got a good eye for determining the character of someone, but it isn't a honed skill and so he's often taken by surprise, though possibly to his credit he has a habit for judging people more harshly than may be necessary, which often makes for pleasant surprises. If, however, he judges someone as absolutely rotten he'll be curt and sharp with them, but not to the point of being overly rude, and will often make excuses for why he can't stay and chat longer. He's slightly more tolerating of women, but for the most part he treats them the same as men, and gets extremely exasperated and annoyed when they complain for it. Treating them like he treats another man is not being mean, rude, or exceedingly harsh. If they're really so proud about themselves then they should prove it, not disprove it by being a whining queen b* about it.
With children he has little to no patience, and would just as soon tell them to go away as he would ignore them. He isn't really mean to them though, and despite his dislike of the brats he has a high tolerance for them. A child could sit and tug on his pant-leg for an hour and he would probably just give them annoyed looks every so often.
Don keeps to himself for the most part and finds that the forest gives him a calm and serene feel. It's his best friend, and if he could he would probably marry it. He's heard stories of Thread, and dreads the day where he'll be forced to face it. He hates being kept indoors, and especially hates being underground. He doesn't understand how the Dragonriders can stand living in homes literally dug into the mountains. Because of this he has his doubts about being a Dragonrider, and he secretly hopes that a Dragon won't choose him on the sands, but at the same time he doesn't want to leave the protection of his home in the hands of others. He's always been an active man, and he hates to just sit by and watch when there's a problem he could potentially be solving, or helping, so you can bet that if it involves thread he'll be there in someway, even if he doesn't end up with a Dragon.
His uncle has told him before that he's a natural born leader, though why the man would even think that Don has no idea, and so he simply scoffs and raises an eyebrow whenever Robithin tries to convince him of it. Don doesn't particularly like being in charge, though he doesn't like being told what to do either. You could say he prefers collaborations, with credit and responsibility being shared among a whole rather than one person. He has a dislike for obvious leaderships among people, but seeing as that's how most of Pern is run any complaints against it would be useless, and it isn't so strong of a dislike that it's always ruffling his feathers. He will challenge authority occasionally though if he sees something to be too unfair, greedy, or just downright nasty, and when he has an opinion on something he sticks to it. He's a rather stubborn man, though he knows when he's beat and won't fight a loosing battle. He will bide his time however until he has an opportunity to "even the odds" in a sense.
When it comes to the animals he kills during his hunts he has an instinctive respect for them. They're more than just food, but without them he wouldn't be able to live. It isn't uncommon for him to say a small prayer of thanks over the body of a kill before dragging it away from its death spot, and he will occasionally leave the head of a kill in a tree; an old, old tradition passed down through the hunters of his family for generations.
(If there's anything that anyone wants to know about him that isn't covered here please, please tell me so I can add it.)
Hobbies/Skills: Hunting (skill that go with it, skinning, tanning, etc.), basic woodsman skills (firemaking, cooking, etc.), fletching/bow making, can make other simple weapons (spears, hatchets, etc.), carving (nothing too fancy or decorative, mostly functional items like bowls, spoons, or cups)
Pets: None
History:Don's family has never been a rich one, nor of any important value. Most either have craft skills in farming or beastmastery, a few have skills in blacksmithing or other similar skills, and Don isn't the only one to have taken a liking to hunting. His uncle, Robithin, was more of a father to him than his blood father. Don's father was too infatuated with his oldest son, Jeryn, to pay Don much attention, and so the young boy turned to the closest thing he had. Robithin taught Don the skill of hunting at a young age, and shortly afterward he taught him how to make his own arrows and bows.
Don grew up without a mother as well, she died shortly after giving birth to his younger sister, who, in turn, died a few years later from a bad case of pneumonia at the young age of six. Don and his sister were only a year apart. He was too young to have understood what had happened to his mother, and he had never been close to his sister, though the death of a family member still made him sad, and he occasionally takes trips to both of their graves in order to pay his respects. he may not have been close to his sister, but he had always been a good brother, and if she had survived longer the two may have grown close.
Don's father is... in short, a drunken man. He wasn't always that way, but after he was disowned by Don's older brother he resorted to alcohol in order to keep himself in a state of mind that allowed him to keep the blame on the oldest brother. Though in reality it was his fault to begin with. After Don's mother had died his father, Rohin, fell into a state of depression. For years he was this way, putting on a false smile and cheery attitude for his sons. Eventually he changed though, becoming more defensive and leaving home more often to gamble or simply "hang with the boys", as he so kindly put it. Jeryn, however, found out the truth on accident one day when he walked into the home after coming home early from a visit to one of the weyrs. His father had a woman over, and from the way his father acted upon the discovery it was obvious she had been a secret. Jeryn managed to pry the truth about the past few years out of his father, and to the two brothers' shock she was not the only woman he had been with. Jeryn, in a rage, disowned Rohin and moved out with what few possessions he had. At the time Jeryn was about twenty, while Don was only fourteen, so he of course didn't understand the full situation, though he knew his father had done something bad.
Don has always kept some contact with his father, though seeing as he had never been close to the man in the first place it was no surprise that contact dwindled as Don got older. He too had his share of problems with his father, like Jeryn, but this time the problems revolved around alcohol and abusive gambling. Rohin had often resorted to beating Don over small matters, simply because he was drunk, or because he felt like it. He often blamed Don for Don's mother's, Cherie, death, and also blamed him for Jeryn's disownment of him. When Robithin found out about the beatings he whisked Don away with him. When Rohin found out about this he threatened to kill Robithin, and this, being the last straw, caused Don to explode on his father in a way that Jeryn probably should have done many years ago. Rohin could do nothing but shrink and sputter under his son's wrath, and Robithin could do nothing but watch in surprise, and silently cheer Don on. Don left that day with his uncle, like Jeryn, except for one key difference. He didn't disown his father. As much of a drunken bastard as he was Don had the tact to know that would simply send him over the edge. Of course, Rohin didn't change his ways, if anything his alcoholism got even worse, but he had gained a grudging respect for his youngest son and further contact was polite at least, if not friendly.
Don and Robithin lived on the otherside of the cothold for many years, which was more of a town than anything. Don had passed off a few women that found themselves interested in him since he had never felt any real attachment to them. A few hearts broke, but he never did lead anyone on, or at least tried not to. Sometimes he was too kind for his own good, and would oftentimes dig himself a hole that was difficult to get out of.
When he reached 18 he decided to strike out on his own, though he always kept a close tie with his uncle, and occasionally checked up on his father just to make sure the man hadn't killed himself or gotten himself so deep into debt he was going to be murdered. During this year he honed his hunting skills until they were as sharp as the point of a knife, and his arrows were just as sharp. He was out hunting wherries one day, and was just getting ready to release his arrow when a Blue Dragon came crashing through the canopy out of nowhere and stole his quarry! He had released the arrow in surprise, and it whizzed by the Dragon's head, mere millimeters from smashing through its skull. After a quick glare at him the Dragon lifted the wherry away to eat in a less crowded place. Don, furious that the Dragon had taken his kill, followed the Dragon to a nearby clearing where its rider was waiting. He had stalked around behind the pair, bow ready with an arrow, and before either could react he had his aim locked on the rider. With his hostage securely in his sights, and in immediate danger, Don ordered the Dragon to relinquish the kill. The Dragon put up a bit of an argument, which partially annoyed and partially amused Don, but when Don gave him a "Give me the kill, or give me your rider's life" ultimatum, the Dragon gave the kill up with no further argument. He then made the Dragon and rider leave, and without wasting any time he hoisted the Wherry over his shoulder and carried it home.
Little did he know that the Blue and his rider had watched him on his entire journey home, and for the next week or so. To his surprise the rider confronted him outside the butcher shop one day, though Don did not immediately recognize the other man. The two had a short and taut conversation, but when the rider said "I see you don't remember me, surprising since it isn't every day a simple man such as yourself threatens a Dragon and their rider over something as meaningless as a kill."
It wasn't the recognition of the rider that sparked Don's fuse, he rarely held grudges, and he had gotten what was rightfully his in the first place. Instead it was how nonchalantly the rider waved off the kill as being meaningless, and he was at the rider's throat with a knife in a matter of seconds. His words were dripping with threat as thick as blood. "The kill was as meaningless to you as your life is to me." He had let the words sink in for a moment before pulling away and turning his back on the rider to leave. "Try having to hunt for your own food every day or else you and your family starve before you judge me. That thing of yours had scared off anything edible for miles. I did what I had to."
The rider's next words were enough to make Don drop his knife. "Well then. How would you like to be a Dragonrider?" When Don looked back to confirm the Dragonrider's words he was met with the biggest grin he had ever been confronted with. And the only thing Don could croak out was,
"A Dragonrider?"
Color Preference Brown or Bronze, though I'll be happy with anything I doubt a green would suit Don lol. x3 And if he doesn't impress at all I can probably come up with something to do with him.
Recruited by: Advertisement lol
Email: JadeRavenwing@live.com
Character Info:
Name: Donerin (Doh-ne-rin) (Occasionally called Don)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Candiate: With a past of a bowyer/fletching and hunting.
Family:
Mother:
Father: Rohin: doesn't know his own age
Uncle: Robithin: 45
Brother: Jeryn: About 25, though doesn't keep track of his age is about 4 to 5 years older than Don
Sister:
Appearance: Don has a bit of a rough and rugged look to him, which isn't a surprise seeing as he's a very woodsy man and comes from a family that's never been high and mighty, or very proper for that matter. He prefers to wear light leather or cloth clothes, and is almost always seen with a medium-toned leather vest on over a pale cream shirt. He's got the look of your average "peasant" but with the obvious potential and strength to be something more. When he frowns his appearance can be a bit foreboding, especially with the scar across his forehead acquired from a run in with a snapping branch during a hunting trip. His skin is a healthy shade of cream-brown with an edge of a tan to it. He spends a lot of time outside, though most of that time is under the canopy of Southern's jungle so he doesn't get a lot of sun.
His eyes are a pale golden brown, set in contrast by hair so dark that it's almost black. Firelight is reflected in an eerie, almost demonic way, highlighting splotches of red-brown and pale dots within the iris of his eyes, but it's just a trick of the light, albeit an interesting one. His shoulders are heavyset and broad, with a rock hard body to match. The work he does keeps him strong, and pulling back the string on a bow day after day requires strong arms and a strong chest. His legs aren't near as strong as his arms, but the constant hiking he does keeps them in shape and he has the stamina to make up for it. He stands at an average six feet four inches, and when he stands straight it adds another inch to his height.
(If there's anything I should add, let me know.)
Personality: Donerin is a complicated man, but then what person isn't? He's got a personality to match his lifestyle, though he always has taken after his mother, so says his uncle. He's strong and guarded on first meetings with people, and can sometimes come off as a bit brash or harsh. He's got a good eye for determining the character of someone, but it isn't a honed skill and so he's often taken by surprise, though possibly to his credit he has a habit for judging people more harshly than may be necessary, which often makes for pleasant surprises. If, however, he judges someone as absolutely rotten he'll be curt and sharp with them, but not to the point of being overly rude, and will often make excuses for why he can't stay and chat longer. He's slightly more tolerating of women, but for the most part he treats them the same as men, and gets extremely exasperated and annoyed when they complain for it. Treating them like he treats another man is not being mean, rude, or exceedingly harsh. If they're really so proud about themselves then they should prove it, not disprove it by being a whining queen b* about it.
With children he has little to no patience, and would just as soon tell them to go away as he would ignore them. He isn't really mean to them though, and despite his dislike of the brats he has a high tolerance for them. A child could sit and tug on his pant-leg for an hour and he would probably just give them annoyed looks every so often.
Don keeps to himself for the most part and finds that the forest gives him a calm and serene feel. It's his best friend, and if he could he would probably marry it. He's heard stories of Thread, and dreads the day where he'll be forced to face it. He hates being kept indoors, and especially hates being underground. He doesn't understand how the Dragonriders can stand living in homes literally dug into the mountains. Because of this he has his doubts about being a Dragonrider, and he secretly hopes that a Dragon won't choose him on the sands, but at the same time he doesn't want to leave the protection of his home in the hands of others. He's always been an active man, and he hates to just sit by and watch when there's a problem he could potentially be solving, or helping, so you can bet that if it involves thread he'll be there in someway, even if he doesn't end up with a Dragon.
His uncle has told him before that he's a natural born leader, though why the man would even think that Don has no idea, and so he simply scoffs and raises an eyebrow whenever Robithin tries to convince him of it. Don doesn't particularly like being in charge, though he doesn't like being told what to do either. You could say he prefers collaborations, with credit and responsibility being shared among a whole rather than one person. He has a dislike for obvious leaderships among people, but seeing as that's how most of Pern is run any complaints against it would be useless, and it isn't so strong of a dislike that it's always ruffling his feathers. He will challenge authority occasionally though if he sees something to be too unfair, greedy, or just downright nasty, and when he has an opinion on something he sticks to it. He's a rather stubborn man, though he knows when he's beat and won't fight a loosing battle. He will bide his time however until he has an opportunity to "even the odds" in a sense.
When it comes to the animals he kills during his hunts he has an instinctive respect for them. They're more than just food, but without them he wouldn't be able to live. It isn't uncommon for him to say a small prayer of thanks over the body of a kill before dragging it away from its death spot, and he will occasionally leave the head of a kill in a tree; an old, old tradition passed down through the hunters of his family for generations.
(If there's anything that anyone wants to know about him that isn't covered here please, please tell me so I can add it.)
Hobbies/Skills: Hunting (skill that go with it, skinning, tanning, etc.), basic woodsman skills (firemaking, cooking, etc.), fletching/bow making, can make other simple weapons (spears, hatchets, etc.), carving (nothing too fancy or decorative, mostly functional items like bowls, spoons, or cups)
Pets: None
History:Don's family has never been a rich one, nor of any important value. Most either have craft skills in farming or beastmastery, a few have skills in blacksmithing or other similar skills, and Don isn't the only one to have taken a liking to hunting. His uncle, Robithin, was more of a father to him than his blood father. Don's father was too infatuated with his oldest son, Jeryn, to pay Don much attention, and so the young boy turned to the closest thing he had. Robithin taught Don the skill of hunting at a young age, and shortly afterward he taught him how to make his own arrows and bows.
Don grew up without a mother as well, she died shortly after giving birth to his younger sister, who, in turn, died a few years later from a bad case of pneumonia at the young age of six. Don and his sister were only a year apart. He was too young to have understood what had happened to his mother, and he had never been close to his sister, though the death of a family member still made him sad, and he occasionally takes trips to both of their graves in order to pay his respects. he may not have been close to his sister, but he had always been a good brother, and if she had survived longer the two may have grown close.
Don's father is... in short, a drunken man. He wasn't always that way, but after he was disowned by Don's older brother he resorted to alcohol in order to keep himself in a state of mind that allowed him to keep the blame on the oldest brother. Though in reality it was his fault to begin with. After Don's mother had died his father, Rohin, fell into a state of depression. For years he was this way, putting on a false smile and cheery attitude for his sons. Eventually he changed though, becoming more defensive and leaving home more often to gamble or simply "hang with the boys", as he so kindly put it. Jeryn, however, found out the truth on accident one day when he walked into the home after coming home early from a visit to one of the weyrs. His father had a woman over, and from the way his father acted upon the discovery it was obvious she had been a secret. Jeryn managed to pry the truth about the past few years out of his father, and to the two brothers' shock she was not the only woman he had been with. Jeryn, in a rage, disowned Rohin and moved out with what few possessions he had. At the time Jeryn was about twenty, while Don was only fourteen, so he of course didn't understand the full situation, though he knew his father had done something bad.
Don has always kept some contact with his father, though seeing as he had never been close to the man in the first place it was no surprise that contact dwindled as Don got older. He too had his share of problems with his father, like Jeryn, but this time the problems revolved around alcohol and abusive gambling. Rohin had often resorted to beating Don over small matters, simply because he was drunk, or because he felt like it. He often blamed Don for Don's mother's, Cherie, death, and also blamed him for Jeryn's disownment of him. When Robithin found out about the beatings he whisked Don away with him. When Rohin found out about this he threatened to kill Robithin, and this, being the last straw, caused Don to explode on his father in a way that Jeryn probably should have done many years ago. Rohin could do nothing but shrink and sputter under his son's wrath, and Robithin could do nothing but watch in surprise, and silently cheer Don on. Don left that day with his uncle, like Jeryn, except for one key difference. He didn't disown his father. As much of a drunken bastard as he was Don had the tact to know that would simply send him over the edge. Of course, Rohin didn't change his ways, if anything his alcoholism got even worse, but he had gained a grudging respect for his youngest son and further contact was polite at least, if not friendly.
Don and Robithin lived on the otherside of the cothold for many years, which was more of a town than anything. Don had passed off a few women that found themselves interested in him since he had never felt any real attachment to them. A few hearts broke, but he never did lead anyone on, or at least tried not to. Sometimes he was too kind for his own good, and would oftentimes dig himself a hole that was difficult to get out of.
When he reached 18 he decided to strike out on his own, though he always kept a close tie with his uncle, and occasionally checked up on his father just to make sure the man hadn't killed himself or gotten himself so deep into debt he was going to be murdered. During this year he honed his hunting skills until they were as sharp as the point of a knife, and his arrows were just as sharp. He was out hunting wherries one day, and was just getting ready to release his arrow when a Blue Dragon came crashing through the canopy out of nowhere and stole his quarry! He had released the arrow in surprise, and it whizzed by the Dragon's head, mere millimeters from smashing through its skull. After a quick glare at him the Dragon lifted the wherry away to eat in a less crowded place. Don, furious that the Dragon had taken his kill, followed the Dragon to a nearby clearing where its rider was waiting. He had stalked around behind the pair, bow ready with an arrow, and before either could react he had his aim locked on the rider. With his hostage securely in his sights, and in immediate danger, Don ordered the Dragon to relinquish the kill. The Dragon put up a bit of an argument, which partially annoyed and partially amused Don, but when Don gave him a "Give me the kill, or give me your rider's life" ultimatum, the Dragon gave the kill up with no further argument. He then made the Dragon and rider leave, and without wasting any time he hoisted the Wherry over his shoulder and carried it home.
Little did he know that the Blue and his rider had watched him on his entire journey home, and for the next week or so. To his surprise the rider confronted him outside the butcher shop one day, though Don did not immediately recognize the other man. The two had a short and taut conversation, but when the rider said "I see you don't remember me, surprising since it isn't every day a simple man such as yourself threatens a Dragon and their rider over something as meaningless as a kill."
It wasn't the recognition of the rider that sparked Don's fuse, he rarely held grudges, and he had gotten what was rightfully his in the first place. Instead it was how nonchalantly the rider waved off the kill as being meaningless, and he was at the rider's throat with a knife in a matter of seconds. His words were dripping with threat as thick as blood. "The kill was as meaningless to you as your life is to me." He had let the words sink in for a moment before pulling away and turning his back on the rider to leave. "Try having to hunt for your own food every day or else you and your family starve before you judge me. That thing of yours had scared off anything edible for miles. I did what I had to."
The rider's next words were enough to make Don drop his knife. "Well then. How would you like to be a Dragonrider?" When Don looked back to confirm the Dragonrider's words he was met with the biggest grin he had ever been confronted with. And the only thing Don could croak out was,
"A Dragonrider?"
Color Preference Brown or Bronze, though I'll be happy with anything I doubt a green would suit Don lol. x3 And if he doesn't impress at all I can probably come up with something to do with him.
