Candidate Sarten.

[ilyich]

We knew,
this would happen eventually.


What would you like to be called OOC? Ilyich
Recruited by: HG
Email: [e-mail]

Character Info:

Name: Sarten

Age: 19

Gender: male

Rank: Candidate

Family:
Urten -> father. 54. harper journeyman. Deceased.
Nemia -> mother. 52. harper journeywoman.
Vallen -> brother. 25. harper journeyman.
Rora -> sister. 21. harper journeywoman.

Appearance:
Thin and angular. Sarten is not extremely tall, but the length of his body shows in the way he moves and how weight rests on him. He is a handsome man, in a sharp dark sort of way, but often times hides it behind heavy clothing. For all his leanness Sarten is not weak. He has a runner's body, powerful thanks to wry muscles though he has very little upper body strength. Muscle isn't very obvious anywhere on him, but they are there and through his legs and chest they are hard as steel. Satren is an obsessive thing, and exercise is one of the things he can not go without.

Sarten is a dark haired but pale skinned man. He really isn't one for the sun, and as such has a pallid but clean complexion. Maybe if he managed to stand still for two seconds he might be able to tan a bit darker, but the likelihood of that happening is almost 0. There is however a layer of pinkish-gray color across the pale tawny of the man's skin. Scars crisscross the man's outstretched arms, and curl along his stomach as well. Some are self inflicted some are stupidity. All together he remembers the cause of almost everyone and delights in telling their histories. Sarten makes absolutely no effort to hide them. Another separate break to the lad's pale complexion is the darkness of his hair. Jet black and short, the pile of unruly keratin is shocking in contrast to the teenager's skin.

Sarten is altogether a rather obvious figure, fiery orange-brown eyes included. His dark fitting clothing gains even more glances. It is after all, all for the glances. He loves attention, and though he does enjoy his fashion sense it is manly used to attract attention.


Personality:
Devoted; Upon finding a cause to follow the stubborn creature will never give up. Either he dies in the process or whatever he has set out to do is completed.

Intelligent; sarten is no slow poke. his mind is sharp and strategy is strong within him. at times this can make him philosophical but generally it just makes him disturbing.

Reliable; despite everything the boy has only ever broken one promise in his nineteen years. if he vows to do something it will happen or his blood will stain the keys leading to it's completion.

Proactive; sarten can be described as anything but apathetic. when something needs doing the man is swift to take on the task. he is an up in arms sort of person with an extreme dislike of lethargy.

Manipulative; inherently selfish sarten fights only for himself now. corrupted by the death of his friend the man has become a clever little snake. everything can be twisted and with his glib tongue sarten croons for his own desires and little else.

Paranoid; volatile and terrified of being trapped, sarten takes everything in with a sort of black haze. until it is proven the man trusts nothing, at times actively hating it. he expects attacks from every side and will always trust a person to turn on him rather then turn away.

Cruel; blunt and viscous in his cruelty sarten takes great joy from making others hurt. rather often the monster will speak in rhymes designed to drag out hidden turmoil. it is a thing he lives for, that breaking down. the man's obsession with psychology has led to him using rather horrid methods of speech to get reactions out of others. all for the experiments, right?

Vengeful; sarten is not a kind soul. he is a vengeful spirit with no ability to forgive. once turned upon the man will never halt in his fury. his grudge will be carried out in someway or another. he is however very good at hiding this behind a veiled smile.

Obnoxious:; he'll do anything to prove he's right, even if it means acting like a dog. he'll bark at you until you either cave or brawl. sarten has come to the realization that you can annoy anyone into admitting just about anything. he is after all, a gossip whore.

Protective:; in sarten's mind only he can mess with the people around him. anyone else tries and he'll snap their heads off. it's a slightly twisted manor of looking at things, but sarten is viciously protective of his weyr, even if he doesn't show it very often.

Affectionate:; an odd word to attach to sarten, but a truth none the less. despite his bitter aspects the lad can't stand being by himself. he tends to find someone to latch onto and clutches to them like a baby opossum or some such nuisance.

Hyper active:; sitting is an unheard of activity. bouncing however... sarten is a sleep deprived lunatic, and can often be found wandering around at night. his general level of anxiety makes it difficult to sleep, a thing he combats by being naturally hyperactive.


Hobbies/Skills:
Voice:; born to a family of harpers the lad can obviously be counted on for his voice. the thing is deep and musical, perfect for both singing and story spinning, two things sarten is very good at.

Mind:; intelligent, almost wickedly so, sarten can be counted on to make connections that make absolutely no sense to anyone else. never the less, sarten is an extremely good strategist, and has a good sense for flight patterns.

Bookworm:; when he does manage to sit still sarten is generally reading. he loves stories, and is a hoarder of knowledge. to tell the truth sarten is a walking encyclopedia thanks to a near perfect memory and a nack for picking up information.


Pets: None. Cared for the herdbeasts at home, etc.

History:
Born the last of three children, Sarten was never the most prominent of his siblings. It never bothered him much, seeing how eccentric the entire group was. He doubted anyone could possibly ignore a single member of his family. Sarten was raised arrogant, perhaps, or just proud. Surrounded by the general level of insanity of his Harper family, Sarten grew up well. The entire pack lived within the Harper Hall on the north continent, caring for the older less unraveled tales.

It was to say the least, and easy existence. A few misshapes occurred, one such ended in the death of a dear friend of Sarten's. Stupid Morcue. He hadn't locked the herdbeasts away properly. Wild animals had gotten in to their pasture, and shards only knew why Emilie was out there to begin with. To say the least a fourteen year old Sarten was not at all pleased with the older man's forgetfulness. His lack of remorse drove the grudging teenager into fury. Quiet burning fury.

They never did find the person who slipped Morcue that poison. Such an odd mystery. Sarten could not claim that he didn't smile to himself as they took the body away, but when asked if he had committed the crime the child had merrily said- "I didn't put anything in his drink, if that's what your asking" but of course he hadn't. It had gone in the stupid gate keeper's food after all. But it was all in the name of justice, and Sarten never felt an ounce of guilt. Psychosis talking, perhaps.

At this point in his life Sarten is burning with ambition. He wants to be the best of his siblings, of the apprentices, of everyone. It was a quiet burning ambition, not noticeable to those who didn't look. Sarten became well known for his night time forays into library, or the woods. Always looking for a new story or tale. A new bit of information for the masses. The ever ignorant masses.

Color Preference Anything/ open.

[HG]

Hahaha! He's great. Approved!