Post by Tengel on Jan 14, 2011 14:53:12 GMT -5
Name:Tengel
Age:18
Gender:male
Sexual Preference: homosexual
Rank: Apprentice Healer
Current Living Location: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description: Tengel is a slight 5'5" and tries to stand as tall as possible to make up for the lack of height. His hair is dark brown, and is slightly curly at the ends, and is kept rather shaggy. He has dark hazel eyes which are commonly mistaken for brown and fine, rather effeminate, facial features. He's quite slender and commonly is mistaken for a girl, which can annoy him. He tends to dress in dark clothing.
Character Personality: He can appear shy to those who don't know him, the reality being that he's uncomfortable with people he doesn't know. When he becomes friends with someone, he's much more relaxed, and is very loyal to them. He doesn't like gossip being repeated, particully when it's about anyone he knows. Like his appearance, his demeanor can be called effeminate.
Character Background: Tengel's story has been unremarkable, as yet. Born of a brown rider and one of the Weyr's craftworkers, he was fostered out so that his mother could continue her work. He's been surrounded by his foster mother's other fosterlings and has been quite spoiled by her and by his older foster sisters, several who are now greenriders. When he was 12 he was apprenticed into the Healer Craft. While not a star pupil, he has enjoyed his learning and hopes one day to be both a dragonrider and a Healer. He has a small group of likewise, rather effeminate Weyrchildren that he is very close to.
Writing Example: The dried herb petals spilled over Tengel's hands as he tried to
measure them for a poultice. Sighing heavily, he stopped what he was
doing to gather them up again for another try into the linen casing.
Thankfully none of the Healer masters wasn't there to see his clumsiness. He lidded the bottle the herbs were in and replaced them back onto the shelf.
All along the shelves were similar bottles of herbs, some dried like
the one he was using, some in an oil suspension, and some distilled
into an alcohol to be mixed into the fellis drink. Of all his healing
studies, the young man enjoyed the herbal practices the most. He hung
on the every word of the Master in charge of the herbal teaching,
learning all he could of the practice.
If only the same could be said of his other studies. Whilst not the
worst apprentice at any means, he wasn't one of the best, either. Nor
in the middle. Actually, if it wasn't for his love of the herbs, he
imagined he would have long been given up for hopeless. Ah well, he
choose not to dwell on that too much, preferring to muse over his day
in the woods, yesterday.