Post by kale on Aug 22, 2010 14:26:03 GMT -5
Crafthall Application
Name: Kale
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Craft: MineCraft
Rank: Journeyman
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Kale is 6'3 and 280 pounds of pure muscle. His head is bald, but he has some facial hair. Brown eyes, brown skin, and a blinding smile.
Avatar Image:
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Ronnie Coleman
Character Personality:
Kale is hard working and dedicated to his Craft. He knows many think his work requires no skill, just brawn, and he sometimes takes their remarks to heart. Usually, though, he is quick to humor, always one to lend a hand wherever it is needed, and is an asset to the Weyr. He would love to find that perfect woman and raise a family of his own.
Character Background:
Kale knew early on that he would never be a Candidate, which was fine with him. As far back as he could remember, he had kept his sights firmly on the ground, never wanting to take to the skies as many of foster brothers and sisters constantly discussed. They would laugh at him and tell him he was made from the dirt of Pern. He considered that a compliment. Kale's parents, Kara and Torelle, were both crafters. His mother was a cook and his father a smith, which kept Kale grounded and allowed him to develop without ego.
Kale's Master has praised him on occasion for the fineness of his work and his ability to appraise the land and know what was most likely to lie beneath. Kale was instrumental in establishing new weyrs, working almost non-stop so that everyone would have a home.
Roleplay Sample:
Kale stopped for a moment, placing his stained chisel to the side, and wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm. It was warm in the weyr in which he was working, moreso than Kale preferred it for the kind of work he needed to get done. He had been sent for early in the morning to carve some ornamentation along the raised dragon bed. Kale wondered if the dragon even cared. When he arrived, the woman of the weyr looked up at him, sniffing haughtily, then gave him his instructions and time frame. She asked a lot for the small amount of time she gave, but Kale kept quiet and just nodded.
As he worked with his chisel, chipping away at the stone, a small child stood and watched him. Kale was careful not to appear threatening, though it was hard considering his size.
"I bet you could lift a brown," the little boy said in between the sounds of rock being chipped.
Kale looked up and smiled. "Maybe a green," he offered. The boy took a step closer, "can I see what you're doing?" Kale nodded and the child quietly walked over and squatted down next to the dragon bed. "Mom likes flowers," he said, solemnly, "She puts them on everything. If you were able to do that on me, she'd probably have you do it."
The big man laughed, low and deep. "Do you want to try," he asked. The boy's eyes opened wide and he put down the toy he had been carrying. Kale showed him how to hold the chisel and how to strike it just right. As he was taking his first swing, the mother entered and screamed, grabbing the child and pulling him away. "Don't you ever touch tools like that again," she scolded him as his lip began to tremble. "Go. Now. Wash your hands." He scampered off, leaving his toy behind. The woman looked down at Kale, "I hope you have a good excuse for what you have done."
Name: Kale
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Craft: MineCraft
Rank: Journeyman
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Kale is 6'3 and 280 pounds of pure muscle. His head is bald, but he has some facial hair. Brown eyes, brown skin, and a blinding smile.
Avatar Image:
i37.tinypic.com/2428svr.jpg
Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Ronnie Coleman
Character Personality:
Kale is hard working and dedicated to his Craft. He knows many think his work requires no skill, just brawn, and he sometimes takes their remarks to heart. Usually, though, he is quick to humor, always one to lend a hand wherever it is needed, and is an asset to the Weyr. He would love to find that perfect woman and raise a family of his own.
Character Background:
Kale knew early on that he would never be a Candidate, which was fine with him. As far back as he could remember, he had kept his sights firmly on the ground, never wanting to take to the skies as many of foster brothers and sisters constantly discussed. They would laugh at him and tell him he was made from the dirt of Pern. He considered that a compliment. Kale's parents, Kara and Torelle, were both crafters. His mother was a cook and his father a smith, which kept Kale grounded and allowed him to develop without ego.
Kale's Master has praised him on occasion for the fineness of his work and his ability to appraise the land and know what was most likely to lie beneath. Kale was instrumental in establishing new weyrs, working almost non-stop so that everyone would have a home.
Roleplay Sample:
Kale stopped for a moment, placing his stained chisel to the side, and wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm. It was warm in the weyr in which he was working, moreso than Kale preferred it for the kind of work he needed to get done. He had been sent for early in the morning to carve some ornamentation along the raised dragon bed. Kale wondered if the dragon even cared. When he arrived, the woman of the weyr looked up at him, sniffing haughtily, then gave him his instructions and time frame. She asked a lot for the small amount of time she gave, but Kale kept quiet and just nodded.
As he worked with his chisel, chipping away at the stone, a small child stood and watched him. Kale was careful not to appear threatening, though it was hard considering his size.
"I bet you could lift a brown," the little boy said in between the sounds of rock being chipped.
Kale looked up and smiled. "Maybe a green," he offered. The boy took a step closer, "can I see what you're doing?" Kale nodded and the child quietly walked over and squatted down next to the dragon bed. "Mom likes flowers," he said, solemnly, "She puts them on everything. If you were able to do that on me, she'd probably have you do it."
The big man laughed, low and deep. "Do you want to try," he asked. The boy's eyes opened wide and he put down the toy he had been carrying. Kale showed him how to hold the chisel and how to strike it just right. As he was taking his first swing, the mother entered and screamed, grabbing the child and pulling him away. "Don't you ever touch tools like that again," she scolded him as his lip began to tremble. "Go. Now. Wash your hands." He scampered off, leaving his toy behind. The woman looked down at Kale, "I hope you have a good excuse for what you have done."
