Post by Shoki on Aug 16, 2013 11:12:04 GMT -8
ACCEPTED 2013.08.17
R’le of Brown Quiorith
R’le of Brown Quiorith
Name: R’le Shade
Rank: Wingsecond
Age: 21
Birth Date: 2637.10.02
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Craft: Harper
Craft Rank: Journeyman
Craft Strengths: R’le excels at storytelling and performance with the drums.
Craft Weaknesses: He’s an average singer and can’t remember melodies particularly well, just the beat.
Appearance:
R’le is a tall man, reaching about six foot one inch. He is more lanky then well built, dexterous over strong. His skin is on the lighter end of the spectrum, but he is well tanned for all his time outside. As much as he no doubt wishes otherwise, his face is somewhat androgynous that combined with his slightly longer hairstyle can lead to mistakes. His hair is prone to frizzing up and naturally is a touch fuller then the average. It’s cut above his shoulders, sloping down from the front to the back. It’s somewhere in color from dark brown to black, depending on your definition. He combs out his hair well in the morning, but rarely likes to keep a comb with him. This means that he often looks much neater at the beginning of the day, rather then the end of it. Life moves too fast for him to worry over much on how he looks. His eyes are on the larger side, and are a blue-green in color.
R’le ‘s hands are marked up, having thin lines of healed up cuts and callouses from improper musical technique. His fingers are actually fairly long from a proportion standpoint, but seem to fit right in with his appearance. His feet are wide, and don’t appear to be often confined by boots. His arms and legs hold signs of falls and missteps, though only faintly.
R’le’s preferred clothes are anything that can hold up well to his spur of the moment plans. Pants and shirts that are easy to move in, something that is durable enough and cleans easily. He had a favorite pair of boots that are well worn for hikes and that are accommodating for his feet. If he doesn’t select an easy to clean brown for his clothes, he likes to wear black, or a navy blue for his shirts. He isn’t big on formality, but doesn’t mind dressing to impress now and again. That being the case, he has some nice dress clothes, again, in a dark blue. It might not seem like a good fit for his personality, but when he had a devious smile on his face, the appearance seems to suit him quite well indeed.
Personality:
A first impression gives R’le being an extremely friendly individual. He’ll talk to just about anyone with or without a reason to do so. He likes having friends, and once he has properly made them he is fiercely loyal. He tends to be quick to jump into anything that he finds fun, and slow to apologize if he messes up. He treats everyone the same, regardless of what rank they see themselves as. It can get him into trouble, but he honestly does not see the problem. Why would he? Everyone deserves praise for a job well done, and anger for insult. He absolutely refuses to refer to anyone by ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’. That might just be why he was ‘encouraged’ to go seek out a new adventure. Formality is not a strong suit for him, but he figures that if people mind, they’re in the wrong.
During the day he likes to practice maneuvers with Quiorith, and isn’t past shirking other duties to do so. He loves flying, and rates it as one of his favorite things about being a rider. Flying, climbing trees, generally being active, he’ll do anything in the name of exploring. Being pinned down is annoying for him and can show off some of his more unfortunate feelings.
Though he seems completely harmless most of the time, making R’le angry is dangerous. When he gets mad, he rarely stops smiling. Only a vague glint in his eyes or a wicked smile show that he is perturbed. He can be devious or blunt, but either way, it is best to beware. He’ll often plan very carefully to payback wrong, and he isn’t afraid to let fists decide if he feels its warranted. Fortunately this is very rarely the case. However, his rage will most often appear, not for his own sake, but in the name of others he thinks have been wronged. Given a fight for his own pride and one for his friend’s, he’ll fight much harder for his friend.
He is something of a romantic, not blatantly though. He has got the notion that out there is one gal for him and he is going to find her. As it is, he doesn’t have any clue who it might be, but he will keep looking. However, that doesn’t mean he’ll just try and hit on any girl that comes his way. He’d much rather get a friend first and foremost, worrying about the rest later. As such, he sometimes seem to have friends as girls and not try to go after them romantically, in an odd paradox. Eitehr way, one of the worst things for him to hear is that he looks like a girl from a woman he likes, but that merely gets him to sulk for a little while before bouncing back. He can take a lot of criticism, and is incredibly sure of himself. As such, it’s hard to get him to back down. It’s just not who he is.
Likes: Having fun, being with people, and high flying tricks.
Dislikes: Formality, people who hurt his friends, being forced to sit still for too long,
History:
R’le was born to Tarie and Reil, two harpers in Southern Hold. He was born Raile, the only child of the two charismatic people. He was surrounded with grand stories from a young age, and always wished to have some grand adventure like those the stories features. As a young boy this lead to no ends of pranks and mischief that got him something of a bad reputation. Not willing to let anything get him down, he continued to gather friends and try his luck at all manner of things, even if it got him more then one scolding or scraped knee. As he eventually reached the age he could be apprenticed, he followed in the steps of his parents, learning from the harpers. Stories were absorbed quickly, but he had his hand at instruments as well. He never caught on to flute or stringed instrument (though he did try his best). His singing voice was merely okay, but he found his place with the drums. He could keep a rhythm and was confident in his performance. Time went by, and though he was often given a rap on the head now and then for refusing to call some of the Masterharpers by anything but there name, he enjoyed his time learning the trade.
Time eventually came to walk the tables, when he was 18 turns, and was pleased to do so. However, fate had other plans. A rider came for searching, and he was deemed worthy of standing for the next clutch. The man could not say ‘yes’ fast enough. This was exactly the sort of thing he thought would bring him a grand adventure. After all, weren’t half the stories he learned about dragon riders? He jumped right in and didn’t look back. His first impression of the Weyr was good, but it didn’t stay that way for long. All manner of discontent over the state of things, new weyr and dragon colors at the for front. R’le didn’t really care about that sort of thing. He wanted to impress. He didn’t meet as many people to befriend as he would have liked, never realizing that may have been a boon.
The day of the hatching came, and he stood with the rest, waiting for dragons to hatch. It was a large enough hatching, but time and time again, he was passed up. He was about ready to hope for better next time when a gangly looking Brown hatched, immediately full of energy. R’leMine! I am Quiorith. We’ll get to play now, right? R’le laughed at that. The new dragon he now had was always up to play, and the moment they learned to fly, they would never want to touch the ground. That, of course, was part of the problem.
The pair was viewed in one of two ways. Those who saw them positively found them to be, perhaps over willing to practice maneuvers, but no doubt would be fine fighters of thread. However most found them to be impossible, disrespecting authority at every opportunity and slackers of the highest degree. This view got them in trouble enough times that someone saw fit to recommend that they be sent to Illuay Weyr. After all, they would be seen as giving a fine fighter and dragon pair, while getting R’le out of their hair. R’le himself saw no problem at all with this arrangement. After all, what more adventure was there to be had then a newly made Weyr? He would go out and do his best, or at least what he thought was best. So, that was the way he came to Illuay, viewed as pushed out, but in every way ready to step forward to go for adventure.
Will: Keep him off screen ro kill him off as required. No adoption.
Rank: Wingsecond
Age: 21
Birth Date: 2637.10.02
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Craft: Harper
Craft Rank: Journeyman
Craft Strengths: R’le excels at storytelling and performance with the drums.
Craft Weaknesses: He’s an average singer and can’t remember melodies particularly well, just the beat.
Appearance:
R’le is a tall man, reaching about six foot one inch. He is more lanky then well built, dexterous over strong. His skin is on the lighter end of the spectrum, but he is well tanned for all his time outside. As much as he no doubt wishes otherwise, his face is somewhat androgynous that combined with his slightly longer hairstyle can lead to mistakes. His hair is prone to frizzing up and naturally is a touch fuller then the average. It’s cut above his shoulders, sloping down from the front to the back. It’s somewhere in color from dark brown to black, depending on your definition. He combs out his hair well in the morning, but rarely likes to keep a comb with him. This means that he often looks much neater at the beginning of the day, rather then the end of it. Life moves too fast for him to worry over much on how he looks. His eyes are on the larger side, and are a blue-green in color.
R’le ‘s hands are marked up, having thin lines of healed up cuts and callouses from improper musical technique. His fingers are actually fairly long from a proportion standpoint, but seem to fit right in with his appearance. His feet are wide, and don’t appear to be often confined by boots. His arms and legs hold signs of falls and missteps, though only faintly.
R’le’s preferred clothes are anything that can hold up well to his spur of the moment plans. Pants and shirts that are easy to move in, something that is durable enough and cleans easily. He had a favorite pair of boots that are well worn for hikes and that are accommodating for his feet. If he doesn’t select an easy to clean brown for his clothes, he likes to wear black, or a navy blue for his shirts. He isn’t big on formality, but doesn’t mind dressing to impress now and again. That being the case, he has some nice dress clothes, again, in a dark blue. It might not seem like a good fit for his personality, but when he had a devious smile on his face, the appearance seems to suit him quite well indeed.
Personality:
A first impression gives R’le being an extremely friendly individual. He’ll talk to just about anyone with or without a reason to do so. He likes having friends, and once he has properly made them he is fiercely loyal. He tends to be quick to jump into anything that he finds fun, and slow to apologize if he messes up. He treats everyone the same, regardless of what rank they see themselves as. It can get him into trouble, but he honestly does not see the problem. Why would he? Everyone deserves praise for a job well done, and anger for insult. He absolutely refuses to refer to anyone by ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’. That might just be why he was ‘encouraged’ to go seek out a new adventure. Formality is not a strong suit for him, but he figures that if people mind, they’re in the wrong.
During the day he likes to practice maneuvers with Quiorith, and isn’t past shirking other duties to do so. He loves flying, and rates it as one of his favorite things about being a rider. Flying, climbing trees, generally being active, he’ll do anything in the name of exploring. Being pinned down is annoying for him and can show off some of his more unfortunate feelings.
Though he seems completely harmless most of the time, making R’le angry is dangerous. When he gets mad, he rarely stops smiling. Only a vague glint in his eyes or a wicked smile show that he is perturbed. He can be devious or blunt, but either way, it is best to beware. He’ll often plan very carefully to payback wrong, and he isn’t afraid to let fists decide if he feels its warranted. Fortunately this is very rarely the case. However, his rage will most often appear, not for his own sake, but in the name of others he thinks have been wronged. Given a fight for his own pride and one for his friend’s, he’ll fight much harder for his friend.
He is something of a romantic, not blatantly though. He has got the notion that out there is one gal for him and he is going to find her. As it is, he doesn’t have any clue who it might be, but he will keep looking. However, that doesn’t mean he’ll just try and hit on any girl that comes his way. He’d much rather get a friend first and foremost, worrying about the rest later. As such, he sometimes seem to have friends as girls and not try to go after them romantically, in an odd paradox. Eitehr way, one of the worst things for him to hear is that he looks like a girl from a woman he likes, but that merely gets him to sulk for a little while before bouncing back. He can take a lot of criticism, and is incredibly sure of himself. As such, it’s hard to get him to back down. It’s just not who he is.
Likes: Having fun, being with people, and high flying tricks.
Dislikes: Formality, people who hurt his friends, being forced to sit still for too long,
History:
R’le was born to Tarie and Reil, two harpers in Southern Hold. He was born Raile, the only child of the two charismatic people. He was surrounded with grand stories from a young age, and always wished to have some grand adventure like those the stories features. As a young boy this lead to no ends of pranks and mischief that got him something of a bad reputation. Not willing to let anything get him down, he continued to gather friends and try his luck at all manner of things, even if it got him more then one scolding or scraped knee. As he eventually reached the age he could be apprenticed, he followed in the steps of his parents, learning from the harpers. Stories were absorbed quickly, but he had his hand at instruments as well. He never caught on to flute or stringed instrument (though he did try his best). His singing voice was merely okay, but he found his place with the drums. He could keep a rhythm and was confident in his performance. Time went by, and though he was often given a rap on the head now and then for refusing to call some of the Masterharpers by anything but there name, he enjoyed his time learning the trade.
Time eventually came to walk the tables, when he was 18 turns, and was pleased to do so. However, fate had other plans. A rider came for searching, and he was deemed worthy of standing for the next clutch. The man could not say ‘yes’ fast enough. This was exactly the sort of thing he thought would bring him a grand adventure. After all, weren’t half the stories he learned about dragon riders? He jumped right in and didn’t look back. His first impression of the Weyr was good, but it didn’t stay that way for long. All manner of discontent over the state of things, new weyr and dragon colors at the for front. R’le didn’t really care about that sort of thing. He wanted to impress. He didn’t meet as many people to befriend as he would have liked, never realizing that may have been a boon.
The day of the hatching came, and he stood with the rest, waiting for dragons to hatch. It was a large enough hatching, but time and time again, he was passed up. He was about ready to hope for better next time when a gangly looking Brown hatched, immediately full of energy. R’leMine! I am Quiorith. We’ll get to play now, right? R’le laughed at that. The new dragon he now had was always up to play, and the moment they learned to fly, they would never want to touch the ground. That, of course, was part of the problem.
The pair was viewed in one of two ways. Those who saw them positively found them to be, perhaps over willing to practice maneuvers, but no doubt would be fine fighters of thread. However most found them to be impossible, disrespecting authority at every opportunity and slackers of the highest degree. This view got them in trouble enough times that someone saw fit to recommend that they be sent to Illuay Weyr. After all, they would be seen as giving a fine fighter and dragon pair, while getting R’le out of their hair. R’le himself saw no problem at all with this arrangement. After all, what more adventure was there to be had then a newly made Weyr? He would go out and do his best, or at least what he thought was best. So, that was the way he came to Illuay, viewed as pushed out, but in every way ready to step forward to go for adventure.
Will: Keep him off screen ro kill him off as required. No adoption.
