Post by Ise on Jul 5, 2011 21:59:14 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Ise
Character Info:
Name: Gibbon
Nickname: Fiddle
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat member of the Brat Pack
Family:
Father: Tyrek (45 one of the Weyr’s record keepers)
Mother: Micella (38 Weyr drudge)
Sister: Aenys (17 recently married to a local farmer)
Brother: Roose (15 candidate)
Brother: Robar (8 still acts like a baby half the time)
Uncle: Alrin (49 Weyr Harper)
Aunt: Sori (43 Weyr drudge)
Cousin: I’tin (25 Rider of Blue Eryth)
Cousin: Prontin (24 Drudge/Wanna-be Harper)
Cousin: Filkos (18 Harper in training)
Appearance:
Playby: Jeremy Sumpter
Gibbon is a cute kid. But don’t tell him that. Cute is for babies. Not for eleven year olds. His honey blond hair falls into soft curls when it’s clean. Which isn’t often, he is an eleven year old boy who still thinks that most girls have cooties and that baths are worse then Thread. His eyes are the sort that change color depending on the lighting. The base color is gray, though it shifts from a blue-gray to a green-gray.
Like most eleven year olds, Gibbon is a skinny little rat with limbs that are too long for him. He still has some of his baby fat though most of it has melted away by now. And if you listen to his mother, he’s growing faster then a new born dragon, needing new clothing every few months as he grows taller. Which really just annoys the boy, he had just gotten those pants perfectly worn in with just the right number of holes in them.
Personality:
Gibbon is a bit of a day dreamer. One day he wants to be the Weyr Harper, the next day he thinks of being the Weyrleader, and within another few days he plans on leading the Dragon Shield and wiping out the Holdless before going after the North and teaching them a lesson. Most often though, he dreams of being the Weyr Harper. Or really the best Harper on Pern. His uncle is already the Weyr Harper and he’s ten times better at the fiddle then his cousins are. And he’s only had two lessons while they’ve been working at it for turns.
After about ten minutes with Gibbon, one notices that he’s got a short attention span. Maybe a little worse then the typical eleven year old but nothing too odd. He’s energetic, always wanting to be doing something. And something different every couple of minutes. As he grows older he’ll hopefully calm down a bit.
One of the few times that Gibbon is able to focus and calm down a little bit is when he’s with the rest of the Brat Pack and is about to start trouble. The promise of trouble is always enough to get him to settle down long enough to hear the plan and hopefully stick to it. He’ll often try to share his overly elaborate ideas with the rest of the group but most of them are smart enough to shoot him down. You don’t need half a dozen tunnel snakes, 100 feet of rope, someones stuffed dragon toy and a drum to steal some bubble pies from the kitchen.
Hobbies/Skills:
-Bugging his uncle or anyone else for more lessons on the fiddle.
-Leaving those lessons twenty minutes after they’ve started
-Making trouble
-Blaming that trouble on others
-Coming up with the best plans that never get used
Pets: Little brothers are pets right?
History: Gibbon feels he has an incredible boring family. His father spends most of his time in the records room, copying the old records that are threatening to fall apart and keeping everything neat and orderly. Booooring. His mother is a drudge with her sister. Ugh how dull. Now his cousins. They’re the lucky ones. Their father is the Weyr Harper. Even though Gibbon is years younger then his cousins, he always enjoyed trying to spend time with them when he wasn’t being dropped off in the Weyr crèche. For some reason people think it’s hard to get anything done when there’s a young boy always asking questions, wanting to touch everything, ‘singing’ loudly at the top of his lungs…
At first Gibbon was rather annoyed to be left at the crèche. It was a place for baby’s. Not kids who were almost a man grown. Even though they were only six. It was torture. Until Gibbon noticed a group of kids around his age who managed to sneak out quite often. For once, he found himself able to sit and watch. For a few days he managed to watch them as they found different ways to sneak out, some times getting caught but most of the time making it out of the crèche so quietly that no one noticed they were missing for hours.
Gibbon finally snuck out after them one day, tagging along with them. While at first he was just an annoying tag along, he earned his place when he ‘borrowed’ a map of the Weyr that his father had found. The map was an old one that showed a number of small passages, secret passages that had been forgotten about. Most of them were nothing special but a secret passage was a secret passage. Since then he’s been a member of the Brat Pack, one of the louder members but one who still has his uses.
(for these secret passages, it’s more like where they started digging a tunnel but ran into rocks that were too soft/weak to risk digging into)
Character Info:
Name: Gibbon
Nickname: Fiddle
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat member of the Brat Pack
Family:
Father: Tyrek (45 one of the Weyr’s record keepers)
Mother: Micella (38 Weyr drudge)
Sister: Aenys (17 recently married to a local farmer)
Brother: Roose (15 candidate)
Brother: Robar (8 still acts like a baby half the time)
Uncle: Alrin (49 Weyr Harper)
Aunt: Sori (43 Weyr drudge)
Cousin: I’tin (25 Rider of Blue Eryth)
Cousin: Prontin (24 Drudge/Wanna-be Harper)
Cousin: Filkos (18 Harper in training)
Appearance:
Playby: Jeremy Sumpter
Gibbon is a cute kid. But don’t tell him that. Cute is for babies. Not for eleven year olds. His honey blond hair falls into soft curls when it’s clean. Which isn’t often, he is an eleven year old boy who still thinks that most girls have cooties and that baths are worse then Thread. His eyes are the sort that change color depending on the lighting. The base color is gray, though it shifts from a blue-gray to a green-gray.
Like most eleven year olds, Gibbon is a skinny little rat with limbs that are too long for him. He still has some of his baby fat though most of it has melted away by now. And if you listen to his mother, he’s growing faster then a new born dragon, needing new clothing every few months as he grows taller. Which really just annoys the boy, he had just gotten those pants perfectly worn in with just the right number of holes in them.
Personality:
Gibbon is a bit of a day dreamer. One day he wants to be the Weyr Harper, the next day he thinks of being the Weyrleader, and within another few days he plans on leading the Dragon Shield and wiping out the Holdless before going after the North and teaching them a lesson. Most often though, he dreams of being the Weyr Harper. Or really the best Harper on Pern. His uncle is already the Weyr Harper and he’s ten times better at the fiddle then his cousins are. And he’s only had two lessons while they’ve been working at it for turns.
After about ten minutes with Gibbon, one notices that he’s got a short attention span. Maybe a little worse then the typical eleven year old but nothing too odd. He’s energetic, always wanting to be doing something. And something different every couple of minutes. As he grows older he’ll hopefully calm down a bit.
One of the few times that Gibbon is able to focus and calm down a little bit is when he’s with the rest of the Brat Pack and is about to start trouble. The promise of trouble is always enough to get him to settle down long enough to hear the plan and hopefully stick to it. He’ll often try to share his overly elaborate ideas with the rest of the group but most of them are smart enough to shoot him down. You don’t need half a dozen tunnel snakes, 100 feet of rope, someones stuffed dragon toy and a drum to steal some bubble pies from the kitchen.
Hobbies/Skills:
-Bugging his uncle or anyone else for more lessons on the fiddle.
-Leaving those lessons twenty minutes after they’ve started
-Making trouble
-Blaming that trouble on others
-Coming up with the best plans that never get used
Pets: Little brothers are pets right?
History: Gibbon feels he has an incredible boring family. His father spends most of his time in the records room, copying the old records that are threatening to fall apart and keeping everything neat and orderly. Booooring. His mother is a drudge with her sister. Ugh how dull. Now his cousins. They’re the lucky ones. Their father is the Weyr Harper. Even though Gibbon is years younger then his cousins, he always enjoyed trying to spend time with them when he wasn’t being dropped off in the Weyr crèche. For some reason people think it’s hard to get anything done when there’s a young boy always asking questions, wanting to touch everything, ‘singing’ loudly at the top of his lungs…
At first Gibbon was rather annoyed to be left at the crèche. It was a place for baby’s. Not kids who were almost a man grown. Even though they were only six. It was torture. Until Gibbon noticed a group of kids around his age who managed to sneak out quite often. For once, he found himself able to sit and watch. For a few days he managed to watch them as they found different ways to sneak out, some times getting caught but most of the time making it out of the crèche so quietly that no one noticed they were missing for hours.
Gibbon finally snuck out after them one day, tagging along with them. While at first he was just an annoying tag along, he earned his place when he ‘borrowed’ a map of the Weyr that his father had found. The map was an old one that showed a number of small passages, secret passages that had been forgotten about. Most of them were nothing special but a secret passage was a secret passage. Since then he’s been a member of the Brat Pack, one of the louder members but one who still has his uses.
(for these secret passages, it’s more like where they started digging a tunnel but ran into rocks that were too soft/weak to risk digging into)
