Post by tiball on Jun 29, 2010 19:07:31 GMT -5
Candidate Application
Name: Tiball
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate (Once Searched)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Dragon Weyr
Color Preference None
Preferred Name after Impression T’all
Physical Description Unlike the average Pernese, Tiball is pale, thanks to spending most of his time indoors at freezing Telgar Weyr. And, he has blonde, wavy hair that he grows out to about ear-length. His large eyes, sitting above a small, squinty nose, are a dark hazel. His lips are plush, much to his discontent, but are balanced by a strong jawline.
It would be very easy to spot him in a crowd, except he’s short, even by Pernese standards, standing at only five foot one. Again he is saved, however, by a sturdy build that has hope to become muscular, but as of now is rather boyish and soft. He usually wears layered clothing of dark colors.
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim Macaulay Culkin
Character Personality:
Tiball loves new opportunities above all else. Be certain that he will always be the first to volunteer for anything, no matter what the task is, and be certain that he will most likely be the one to do something “just ‘cos I could.”
That being said, Tiball is a peculiar sort of fellow. He feels detached from the world, perhaps a symptom of awkward puberty. Not yet is he interested in women, though he is sure that is where his preference, and he is anything but romantic. In a way, Tiball is selfish, not because he believes himself to be better, but simply because he couldn’t care less about the general population. He does like inanimate objects, however, and fancies fancy jewelry, clothing and other items of value. Too bad he can never seem to get his hands on any.
Still, the lad is rather optimistic, which is odd, given his selfish and exceedingly picky personality. This picky part of him makes him prone to quick decisions, which is both a good and bad trait. Despite the fact that there is always something for him to complain about, he retains a positive attitude and outlook. Humor is honestly the best way to reach Tiball, despite the fact that he can only crack terrible puns and corny jokes. Really, almost anything will make him laugh, but he rarely can get those around him to laugh themselves.
Thanks to his history, he has a good general knowledge in various subjects. This isn’t enough to classify him as ‘intelligent’, though.
Character Background:
Tiball was raised in a frigid climates of Telgar by his parents, Journeyman Weaver Tiner and Journeywomen Cook Celill. He had other brothers and sisters, yes, but they were all much older than he and had been apprenticed beneath their father in weaving or were standing as current Candidates. Tiball, as a ‘surprise child’, was thus taken in as a ‘burden’ by his aging mother and spent most of his childhood in the warm kitchens.
At first, he loved it. All the cooks cooed and awed at his boyish cuteness, all except for his mother. But, he was fine with it. He had more than enough attention to need more. Finally, when he came of age, we was apprenticed to his mother under the Cookingcraft and the real discourse began.
While he was adequate at the craft, he disliked the female-dominated atmosphere of the kitchens. Suddenly, all the cooks had gone from showering him with affection to showering him with orders and criticism. Quickly his youthful enthusiasm waned and he looked for other occupations. A turn or two passed by, and Tiball had still not found an apprenticeship to his liking. Everything was so cold, or too bright, or too sharp. There was always something to nitpick about.
Thankfully, at least for Tiball, with the meteor came a chance to explore brand new opportunities. Pern began to fall apart around him, and yet all he could see were good opportunities. A medium band of riders had even formed to begin the journey South to seek safety, and were asking for Weyrfolk to join them! Finally, his unrest would be settled!
Dragon
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality: This will be completed AFTER you impress a dragon
Roleplay Sample
Past veiled pots seeping sweet scents over bristling fires, past pudgy women expertly carving a cut of meat with a knife big enough to cleave you in two, past the flow of bustling drudges trying their best not to run into each other at top speed sat Tiball, quietly peeling tubers.
With his calloused thumb resting lazily on the blunt edge of the blade, he sliced the skins in a circular motion that betrayed the fact that he had been at this for far too long. Or, at least he thought so. At least the cork-screw peelings the tubers left behind were interesting. He had tried wearing some as a sort of organic wrist-band, but the moisture from the peels made his skin itch, and the idea was soon abandoned.
If only someone—no, something—would come and whisk him away from this boredom! If only he were old enough to be a Candidate. A pout clouded the features of his boyish face. But no, his momma insisted he learn a worthwhile craft, instead of ‘just eating up resources like a lazy rider.’ Puh. Not like she paid attention to him anyway, the mean old woman. He would show her. He would lead a wonderful life, much happier than hers, with or without dragons!
Name: Tiball
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate (Once Searched)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Dragon Weyr
Color Preference None
Preferred Name after Impression T’all
Physical Description Unlike the average Pernese, Tiball is pale, thanks to spending most of his time indoors at freezing Telgar Weyr. And, he has blonde, wavy hair that he grows out to about ear-length. His large eyes, sitting above a small, squinty nose, are a dark hazel. His lips are plush, much to his discontent, but are balanced by a strong jawline.
It would be very easy to spot him in a crowd, except he’s short, even by Pernese standards, standing at only five foot one. Again he is saved, however, by a sturdy build that has hope to become muscular, but as of now is rather boyish and soft. He usually wears layered clothing of dark colors.
Avatar Image i50.tinypic.com/6yea84.png
Celebrity Name for Face Claim Macaulay Culkin
Character Personality:
Tiball loves new opportunities above all else. Be certain that he will always be the first to volunteer for anything, no matter what the task is, and be certain that he will most likely be the one to do something “just ‘cos I could.”
That being said, Tiball is a peculiar sort of fellow. He feels detached from the world, perhaps a symptom of awkward puberty. Not yet is he interested in women, though he is sure that is where his preference, and he is anything but romantic. In a way, Tiball is selfish, not because he believes himself to be better, but simply because he couldn’t care less about the general population. He does like inanimate objects, however, and fancies fancy jewelry, clothing and other items of value. Too bad he can never seem to get his hands on any.
Still, the lad is rather optimistic, which is odd, given his selfish and exceedingly picky personality. This picky part of him makes him prone to quick decisions, which is both a good and bad trait. Despite the fact that there is always something for him to complain about, he retains a positive attitude and outlook. Humor is honestly the best way to reach Tiball, despite the fact that he can only crack terrible puns and corny jokes. Really, almost anything will make him laugh, but he rarely can get those around him to laugh themselves.
Thanks to his history, he has a good general knowledge in various subjects. This isn’t enough to classify him as ‘intelligent’, though.
Character Background:
Tiball was raised in a frigid climates of Telgar by his parents, Journeyman Weaver Tiner and Journeywomen Cook Celill. He had other brothers and sisters, yes, but they were all much older than he and had been apprenticed beneath their father in weaving or were standing as current Candidates. Tiball, as a ‘surprise child’, was thus taken in as a ‘burden’ by his aging mother and spent most of his childhood in the warm kitchens.
At first, he loved it. All the cooks cooed and awed at his boyish cuteness, all except for his mother. But, he was fine with it. He had more than enough attention to need more. Finally, when he came of age, we was apprenticed to his mother under the Cookingcraft and the real discourse began.
While he was adequate at the craft, he disliked the female-dominated atmosphere of the kitchens. Suddenly, all the cooks had gone from showering him with affection to showering him with orders and criticism. Quickly his youthful enthusiasm waned and he looked for other occupations. A turn or two passed by, and Tiball had still not found an apprenticeship to his liking. Everything was so cold, or too bright, or too sharp. There was always something to nitpick about.
Thankfully, at least for Tiball, with the meteor came a chance to explore brand new opportunities. Pern began to fall apart around him, and yet all he could see were good opportunities. A medium band of riders had even formed to begin the journey South to seek safety, and were asking for Weyrfolk to join them! Finally, his unrest would be settled!
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality:
Roleplay Sample
Past veiled pots seeping sweet scents over bristling fires, past pudgy women expertly carving a cut of meat with a knife big enough to cleave you in two, past the flow of bustling drudges trying their best not to run into each other at top speed sat Tiball, quietly peeling tubers.
With his calloused thumb resting lazily on the blunt edge of the blade, he sliced the skins in a circular motion that betrayed the fact that he had been at this for far too long. Or, at least he thought so. At least the cork-screw peelings the tubers left behind were interesting. He had tried wearing some as a sort of organic wrist-band, but the moisture from the peels made his skin itch, and the idea was soon abandoned.
If only someone—no, something—would come and whisk him away from this boredom! If only he were old enough to be a Candidate. A pout clouded the features of his boyish face. But no, his momma insisted he learn a worthwhile craft, instead of ‘just eating up resources like a lazy rider.’ Puh. Not like she paid attention to him anyway, the mean old woman. He would show her. He would lead a wonderful life, much happier than hers, with or without dragons!
