Post by virenn on Mar 29, 2009 16:01:00 GMT -6
Status:Accepted
Show Us Your Colors
Name: Lutheryl (L’ther)
Rank: Candidate
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, though he’s currently in denial.
Wing:
Give Us A Portrait
Appearance: Standing at a full six feet, Lutheryl is tall for his age, and is often described as a weed (he just keeps growing!). He is lean, fit, and is constantly trying to build muscle in order to fill his body structure… He was quite a gangly child growing up. He has large hands, and he believes it to be a sign that he can and will grow into his long and lanky body. While some may think that a boy with his build would be a klutz, Lutheryl is ready to prove them wrong; he is actually balanced, and it is something that he takes pride in.
Lutheryl has brown hair and bright, amber colored eyes. He isn’t exactly “striking”, but he’s far from being ugly—he’s just somewhere on the normal scale, he believes. He wears tunics of various colors, and does tend to care about how he looks whenever he walks outside. If he tried, there is a possibility that he could charm a woman or (and at this, Lutheryl attempts to pretend that he never thought of the idea) another man.
Personality: Spiteful of his slightly feminine name, Lutheryl has taken to trying to appear “manly” to others—he has a need to prove his worth. He uses his build to his advantage, standing in such a way that allows him to appear tough. When people get to know him, they will learn that it isn’t exactly the case.
Lutheryl, while he likes to talk and can be energetic at times, harbors anger at himself for losing his once-loved dream. Though this anger would make one think that he would like to keep to himself, he loves to socialize, and he is full of energy.
This is not to say that Lutheryl can’t be calm; he knows, and fully understands, when it is the proper time for him to sit down. Knowing that, it would seem obvious to people that he just doesn’t want to be quiet like a normal person. That doesn’t mean that he hates to think—he does like to think, although he prefers to be vocal about it.
Having lived in a Mining Hold that specialized in Firestone, Lutheryl fully understands the concept of death. Several times his father and eldest brothers have been hurt (Alasdair was almost killed once), when working at the mine. Some would think that it would be the source of his self-anger, but they would find that it isn’t.
Lutheryl is the type of person who likes to hear some sort of sound no matter where he is, which tends to result in his singing to himself if he is alone. He does not have a good voice, and if anyone hears him, it would be an automatic reaction to shut him up. By the egg, where did he get such a horrible voice?
History: Born as the fourth child of Luthais and Ealasid, Lutheryl got a few good turns of being spoiled rotten by his mother. He enjoyed the attention, and usually basked in it. Ealasid was the type of mother who devotes all of her attention to one person at a time and, while she loved all of her children, tended to spoil that one child. This continued until he was five, until Chasid was born.
After the birth of his youngest brother, Lutheryl was sent to study with the mining hold’s Harper alongside his sister. He enjoyed his learning there, and soon hungered for more knowledge. The Harper was glad to provide it, for Lutheryl was a wonderful student. But it was during his class that Lutheryl first learned about teasing—one boy in particular, a tough looking lad, had taken no time at all to bother him. “Eryl.” he sneered, “isn’t that a girl’s name?” And it was, or at least it was what Lutheryl was told.
When Lutheryl demanded that they start calling him “Luther” (since it just sounded like something that a boy would be named), the boy had started calling him “Luthe”, since it was a pretty nickname for such a wimpy-boy. Lutheryl refused to have none of it, and took no time challenging the boy.
His challenge was accepted, but never acted upon. The Harper took Lutheryl and explained to him, alone and in great detail, how it was important for him to be good to others. Frustrated at this, he turned his attention towards signing for it was something that he could challenge, and beat, the other boy at. At a young age, he had a nice voice, and it was one that he took pride in. The Harper even told him that he could even be sent to a Harperhall if he kept his voice as he grew. The idea of becoming a Harper and getting away from the mine seemed like a miracle to him, and it was one that he wanted to grasp.
But as he grew older, his voice cracked. The Harper told him that it would probably pass, and that he should be fine… He wasn’t. It cracked wrong, and Lutheryl’s voice was never the same. He hated it; he despised himself for it, even though it wasn’t his fault. The Harper tried to turn him towards the instruments, but Lutheryl just didn’t take to them. Angry, he had nothing to focus his attention on and soon changed into an angry child.
His mother, not exactly keeping up with Lutheryl’s time with the Harper (after all, she had Chasid to take care of), had no idea what was wrong with her boy. Unsure about what to do with him, since none of her previous children ever had such a strange personality switch, she had him helping the other children with the chores of the Hold.
It was during one of his countless errands (he turned out to be a pretty decent runner) that he Impressed his flitt. He was delivering portions of chopped meat so the people selected to have a fire lizard could feed and effectively Impress them. He was not meant to be around once they hatched, but there he was. As he was handing out the bowls of chopped meat, he was near the Lord Holder’s son whose selected egg suddenly burst open. While the boy held his bowl of meat, he was unsure about feeding the little creature, although it screeched pitifully for food.
Knowing that the little thing couldn’t be lost between, Lytheryl dipped his hand in the bowl that the boy held, and shoved the food into the hatchling’s mouth. His Impression was an accident, really, but it was one that changed Lutheryl’s life. Naming the little blue Zaire, he soon had someone to turn his attention to. It was someone, while he could not talk, did love him. With his lack of companionship behind him, for he had the flitt with him always, his anger soon slowly died down, too.
The next event worth stating in Lutheryl’s life was when he first saw a dragon. Sure, he had seen dragons before, but this one was special. He was thirteen turns old by then, keeping watch up in the watchtower when he saw her. As clear as day, he spotted the Green on a patrol. Suddenly inspired, he wanted to become a dragonrider; he wanted to go to the Weyr, and use the firestone that everyone spent such a long time mining.
He soon planned it out: somehow he would go to the Weyr, Searched, and Impress a pretty Green just like the one he saw, or a handsome blue like his flitt. He managed to hold onto that dream for turns, until he got lucky and was Searched.
-Parents:
Luthais, 47, Mineworker
Ealasid, 43, Kitchen worker
-Siblings:
Clayther – 21 – Wherhandler/Mineworker
Elayna – 19 – Harper’s Assistant
Alasdair – 17 - Mineworker
Chasid - 11
-Firelizards: Zaire
-Color: Blue
-Appearance: A medium sized blue flitt, Zaire isn’t particularly gorgeous but his coloration—a nice, deep blue—makes him nice to look at. His tail is long, almost snake-like, and his wings seem to suit his body just right.
-Personality: A hyperactive little thing, Zaire is usually found either flying around Lutheryl, or perched on his shoulder. He tends to stare at things that he has never seen before, or things he believes happens to be interesting, and will usually wail if he does not like them. Lutheryl had trouble teaching him to relay messages, but after many tedious hours of training, he is now a reliable messenger, although he can’t fetch many objects.
Other:
Show Us Your Colors
Name: Lutheryl (L’ther)
Rank: Candidate
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, though he’s currently in denial.
Wing:
Give Us A Portrait
Appearance: Standing at a full six feet, Lutheryl is tall for his age, and is often described as a weed (he just keeps growing!). He is lean, fit, and is constantly trying to build muscle in order to fill his body structure… He was quite a gangly child growing up. He has large hands, and he believes it to be a sign that he can and will grow into his long and lanky body. While some may think that a boy with his build would be a klutz, Lutheryl is ready to prove them wrong; he is actually balanced, and it is something that he takes pride in.
Lutheryl has brown hair and bright, amber colored eyes. He isn’t exactly “striking”, but he’s far from being ugly—he’s just somewhere on the normal scale, he believes. He wears tunics of various colors, and does tend to care about how he looks whenever he walks outside. If he tried, there is a possibility that he could charm a woman or (and at this, Lutheryl attempts to pretend that he never thought of the idea) another man.
Personality: Spiteful of his slightly feminine name, Lutheryl has taken to trying to appear “manly” to others—he has a need to prove his worth. He uses his build to his advantage, standing in such a way that allows him to appear tough. When people get to know him, they will learn that it isn’t exactly the case.
Lutheryl, while he likes to talk and can be energetic at times, harbors anger at himself for losing his once-loved dream. Though this anger would make one think that he would like to keep to himself, he loves to socialize, and he is full of energy.
This is not to say that Lutheryl can’t be calm; he knows, and fully understands, when it is the proper time for him to sit down. Knowing that, it would seem obvious to people that he just doesn’t want to be quiet like a normal person. That doesn’t mean that he hates to think—he does like to think, although he prefers to be vocal about it.
Having lived in a Mining Hold that specialized in Firestone, Lutheryl fully understands the concept of death. Several times his father and eldest brothers have been hurt (Alasdair was almost killed once), when working at the mine. Some would think that it would be the source of his self-anger, but they would find that it isn’t.
Lutheryl is the type of person who likes to hear some sort of sound no matter where he is, which tends to result in his singing to himself if he is alone. He does not have a good voice, and if anyone hears him, it would be an automatic reaction to shut him up. By the egg, where did he get such a horrible voice?
History: Born as the fourth child of Luthais and Ealasid, Lutheryl got a few good turns of being spoiled rotten by his mother. He enjoyed the attention, and usually basked in it. Ealasid was the type of mother who devotes all of her attention to one person at a time and, while she loved all of her children, tended to spoil that one child. This continued until he was five, until Chasid was born.
After the birth of his youngest brother, Lutheryl was sent to study with the mining hold’s Harper alongside his sister. He enjoyed his learning there, and soon hungered for more knowledge. The Harper was glad to provide it, for Lutheryl was a wonderful student. But it was during his class that Lutheryl first learned about teasing—one boy in particular, a tough looking lad, had taken no time at all to bother him. “Eryl.” he sneered, “isn’t that a girl’s name?” And it was, or at least it was what Lutheryl was told.
When Lutheryl demanded that they start calling him “Luther” (since it just sounded like something that a boy would be named), the boy had started calling him “Luthe”, since it was a pretty nickname for such a wimpy-boy. Lutheryl refused to have none of it, and took no time challenging the boy.
His challenge was accepted, but never acted upon. The Harper took Lutheryl and explained to him, alone and in great detail, how it was important for him to be good to others. Frustrated at this, he turned his attention towards signing for it was something that he could challenge, and beat, the other boy at. At a young age, he had a nice voice, and it was one that he took pride in. The Harper even told him that he could even be sent to a Harperhall if he kept his voice as he grew. The idea of becoming a Harper and getting away from the mine seemed like a miracle to him, and it was one that he wanted to grasp.
But as he grew older, his voice cracked. The Harper told him that it would probably pass, and that he should be fine… He wasn’t. It cracked wrong, and Lutheryl’s voice was never the same. He hated it; he despised himself for it, even though it wasn’t his fault. The Harper tried to turn him towards the instruments, but Lutheryl just didn’t take to them. Angry, he had nothing to focus his attention on and soon changed into an angry child.
His mother, not exactly keeping up with Lutheryl’s time with the Harper (after all, she had Chasid to take care of), had no idea what was wrong with her boy. Unsure about what to do with him, since none of her previous children ever had such a strange personality switch, she had him helping the other children with the chores of the Hold.
It was during one of his countless errands (he turned out to be a pretty decent runner) that he Impressed his flitt. He was delivering portions of chopped meat so the people selected to have a fire lizard could feed and effectively Impress them. He was not meant to be around once they hatched, but there he was. As he was handing out the bowls of chopped meat, he was near the Lord Holder’s son whose selected egg suddenly burst open. While the boy held his bowl of meat, he was unsure about feeding the little creature, although it screeched pitifully for food.
Knowing that the little thing couldn’t be lost between, Lytheryl dipped his hand in the bowl that the boy held, and shoved the food into the hatchling’s mouth. His Impression was an accident, really, but it was one that changed Lutheryl’s life. Naming the little blue Zaire, he soon had someone to turn his attention to. It was someone, while he could not talk, did love him. With his lack of companionship behind him, for he had the flitt with him always, his anger soon slowly died down, too.
The next event worth stating in Lutheryl’s life was when he first saw a dragon. Sure, he had seen dragons before, but this one was special. He was thirteen turns old by then, keeping watch up in the watchtower when he saw her. As clear as day, he spotted the Green on a patrol. Suddenly inspired, he wanted to become a dragonrider; he wanted to go to the Weyr, and use the firestone that everyone spent such a long time mining.
He soon planned it out: somehow he would go to the Weyr, Searched, and Impress a pretty Green just like the one he saw, or a handsome blue like his flitt. He managed to hold onto that dream for turns, until he got lucky and was Searched.
-Parents:
Luthais, 47, Mineworker
Ealasid, 43, Kitchen worker
-Siblings:
Clayther – 21 – Wherhandler/Mineworker
Elayna – 19 – Harper’s Assistant
Alasdair – 17 - Mineworker
Chasid - 11
-Firelizards: Zaire
-Color: Blue
-Appearance: A medium sized blue flitt, Zaire isn’t particularly gorgeous but his coloration—a nice, deep blue—makes him nice to look at. His tail is long, almost snake-like, and his wings seem to suit his body just right.
-Personality: A hyperactive little thing, Zaire is usually found either flying around Lutheryl, or perched on his shoulder. He tends to stare at things that he has never seen before, or things he believes happens to be interesting, and will usually wail if he does not like them. Lutheryl had trouble teaching him to relay messages, but after many tedious hours of training, he is now a reliable messenger, although he can’t fetch many objects.
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