Candidate Anrelo

[Candidate Anrelo]

Player: Fionn
Best Reached: PM or Cbox. I rarely check actually Internet e-mail address

Name: Anrelo [A'lo]
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: As a young boy, Anrelo was always the child that was gawked and laughed at, sending him back to his mother's arms, who would simply shoo the bullies away and coddle him until he stopped crying. The reasoning being is Anrelo's immediate family members are all short, none going above the height of 5''1'. Anrelo, who grew to be 6'' even, questions regularly wither or not he was truly just a foster child, or could he have been birthed by his parents. Sadly, the knowledge lost with his mother, was that she was actually the shortest person on her side of the family, whereas all the males in her family reached well over what Anrelo will grow into. His arms and legs are muscular, and long, his hands massive, calloused after turns of working out in the fields and with the herdbeasts.

His hair, though one day may be cut off, falls in curly waves down to just below his ears, in brownish, blackish trendals. When caught in the right light, his hair almost looks like it may be a very light brown, boarder-line red, but then he will shift his head and it turns out that it is just a play of light. While all the males on his father's side grew facial hair before they were eighteen turns, Anrelo has yet to start growing any facial hair, or body hair for that matter, save for the wiry hair under his arms. These genes come from his mother's side, were there was little to no hair, save for under their arms and on top of their heads, on the men of her family.

Apart from the length of his body, the absences of bodily hair, the only other thing that cause Anrelo to stand out, would be the amount of scars running along his arms, knuckles, and the massive bubbled, fresh scar on his back. The scars along his arms and knuckles many come from when he was younger, and they are very faint, only a few showing up when the sunlight catches them. The freshest ones are on his knuckles and back. Of course, the massive scar on his back is the magma burn from the eruption, something he will carry with him for as long as he lives.

His chest is toned, along with the rest of his body. There aren't many scars on his chest, simply a slash along his right side where someone had brought a piece of sharp metal to a fight and cut him when he was younger. It is very faint. His skin is tanned, though it comes and goes with how long he stays outside. Seeing as his style of dress is within the darker colors, hoping that it will keep people away from him, mostly the females, Anrelo tries to dress the part of an unapproachable male, while his personality shouts differently.

Disregard the face paint and guitar

Personality: In the beginning, Anrelo was a care-free young boy, who only knew the love of his mother, as his father and brothers were much older and already out in the fields. As time went by, Anrelo became more and more secluded, with the events of his mother's death, the finding of his father's second mate, and the birth of his first sister. His seclusion and self-insolence led to his inability to coup with his mother's death, thus reaching out for something that would make him stand out in his father's eye; the fighting. Along with the fighting, and the winning, came the respect from the other boys that he wanted and craved. Of course, the scars came along with that respect, thus he became aggressive when questioned or something forced upon him.

Once Anrelo was at the Hold, his attitude started to change, but only after the Lady of the Hold took a special interest in him. Afterwords, he wasn't as aggressive, but he still didn't do well when cornered and made to answer things. Hence his reasoning for sulking along the back ends of the crowd when B'ymt of Blue Vegth came to the Hold. Seeing as his time as the Hold wasn't as long as it was in the fields, or will be at the Weyr, he doesn't hold much of his personality change to the Hold, but mostly to the Lady of the Hold.

Canaulia Weyr is where his most dramatic personality change happened. As once he was at the Weyr, he found that it was truly where his heart belonged. Anrelo still bears the scars of his days at the Hold, and always will, but he hides them well. It is almost as if he is ashamed of where he came from, and what he did in the past to get by. He isn't as aggressive anymore, but he still holds a bit of a hot-tempered streak, that he tries to hold back, but his knuckles and wooden posts tend to take the blunt of his aggression. Still unable to coup with the lost of his mother, he tends to skirt around females, unless he can't get around them, and then he tries to be as nice as possible, while in his mind he simply wants to get away and sit and think.

History: Anrelo came from a small Hold that tithed to Canaulia Weyr before the eruption. He was the son of a herdsman, fourth son and last, to be exact. With three older brothers, Anrelo was sort of pushed to the back of the family, with only his mother for comfort. Sadly, after his fourth turn, his mother passed, leaving him alone and with his all male family.

After his mother passed away, and his father still in fairly good favor with the females of the small Hold, a new female found herself sharing his mother's bed with his father, and Anrelo and his brothers had a new woman to call 'mother.' Of course, he never did, always, being respectful, calling her 'miss', of 'ma'am.' This new mate to his father wasn't very interested in Anrelo, preferring to cuddle and love on Anrelo's older brother, Calcanlum. Resentment grew in Anrelo's heart, as Cal had known their mother well and should have never allowed this new female to try and replace their mother's memory.

When Anrelo turned ten turns, he found a new outlet for his aggression toward the opposite gender . . . . Fist fighting. This was also around the time that his father's mate had his father's fifth child, a beautiful little girl. Anrelo spent almost all of his time out of the house, either in the fields, working with his brothers and father with the herds, or in the back walkways of the Hold, fighting against some boy, twice his weight, trying to win enough money to save up and leave his father's home.

For three turns, he fought, getting stronger and more scarred with every fight. His family started to notice the scars and bruises, this starting yelling matches between his father and he. By the time he was fourteen turns, he could have passed for several turns older, while he was acting like a three turn old. His father removed him from his home and sent him to foster with the Lady of the Hold, as she had just lost her fourteen turn old son to fever.

The move from the herds to the Hold was hard on Anrelo, mainly cause a lot of the boys he had been fighting lived within the Hold. Of course, Anrelo, having grown up in the fields, didn't belong within the Hold and the brats of the Hold let him know this, every time they could. Soon he was fighting again, this time simply to stop the torture of living within the Hold, yet the Lady of the Hold saw through his hardened exterior, saying he was truly a good boy. She did everything she could to help him.

By his sixteenth turn, Anrelo could have passed for an everyday Lord of the Hold son, if it wasn't for the scars that could be seen along his arms and torso whenever his tunic was off. It was actually on his sixteenth turn that Anrelo met his first dragon. It was a Blue, a Searchdragon some of the Holdbrats were saying. Of course, they jostled for the best spot to be seen by the dragon, while Anrelo sulked around the edges, not really all that interested. The dragon wasn't something he had been taught about down in the fields, and little had been mentioned about them, past that the Hold tithed to the Weyr, which was where the dragons lived, with their Riders. As he was walking away, he bumped into someone and upon looking up, found himself nearly chest-to-eye level with a strange looking man in leather gear. The man introduced himself as B'ymt, the rider of Blue Vegth, the dragon that wasn't a complete dragonlenght away from himself and Anrelo. Out of politeness and manners forced on him by the Lady of the Hold, Anrelo introduced himself as the fosterling of the Lord and Lady of the Hold. B'ymt offered Anrelo a chance to personally met his Blue, as Vegth had been showing interest in the young brat for some time, but the boy had stated at the edges of the crowd of potential Candidates.

Thus began his trip to Canaulia Weyr, where he quickly learned about dragons and their ways, along with the Riders that protected the surrounding Holds.

He was at the herdbeast stables when the eruption occurred. From his place, he had been able to watch as the dragonriders took to the sky, spotting Vegth's light blue hide among the fleeing dragons. For a split second, Anrelo grinned, turning away to keep the herdbeasts quiet, and calm, as the gaseous fumes poured out. What he heard next caused him to turn, as the dragons that had tried to fly away bugled their last bugles and were killed by the gases. B'ymt of Blue Vegth was among them, thus causing him to run in panic, not away from the eruption, but toward it. The Queen's eggs were still on the sands, in the direction the eruption and gases were coming from.

By the time Anrelo actually reached the Bowl, Anrelo was unable to go any further, as the gaseous made his lungs burned and he retreated. Tears rolled down his face, as he felt a pain in his heart. He couldn't see through the gases to see the Gold, nor could he see her Rider. He tried calling out to them, but a vent erupted near him, causing him to fall back wards in surprise, crying out in fear. As he landed and rolled a bit, his back hit an area where the magma had bubbled up and escaped, covering the back of his tunic in magma, which he removed, causing a burn to drift up his back for all to see.

In pain and fearful, Anrelo withdrew, back to the herdbeast stables. He leaned against a posts, his back aflame with pain, he still feeling the magma eating away at his flesh, yet panic, rage, fear, and pain had tired him and he was unable to move any further. He was rendered unconscious. When he woke, he was in the makeshift infirmary, lucky, but alive and only scarred where the thin pool of magma had touched his back. Now he yearns to help rebuild the Weyr, as it has become his home. His life.
Pets: No
Preferred Dragon Color: Bronze or Brown

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[Azazel]

Accepted, and welcome. I was going to say that your personality section was a bit lacking but he seems like he's the type of character to show through more with who he interacts with! Welcome to Canaulia!