Post by Candidate Torlin on Mar 9, 2009 18:27:21 GMT -6
Player: Phly
Best Reached: PM Brylorea, or Cbox, or AIM: KuraBakiChan ; MSN: phlybabe07@live.com ; YIM: phlybabe07
Name: Torlin (T'lin)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, with more tendencies to be heterosexual.
Appearance:
Quite unlike his sister, Torlin is burly and tends to be on the average side of the size range. Taking on after his father, he's got an eloquent face that, while it suggests his masculinity, isn't entirely all that handsome. His face is too round to be really attractive, although those who are around his age will certainly find him so. Personally, he things his nose is too long, his chin too pointy, and his ears too big. To himself Torlin thinks he looks too goofy to be gorgeous, despite how interested many females - and quite a few males - chase after him. Of course, he's only just started on his change and, by the time he reached manhood at around eighteen Turns, he will be quite attractive.
His hair is much straighter than Brylorea's, another trait he inherited from his father and has a very dirty blond shading to it. Most people refer to it as simply 'light brown,' but to Torlin brown is too dark a color for his particular shade of hair. He's got his thin hair cut short, the last wisps of his hair just barely skimming the base of his neck. Torlin's long bangs wave to and fro over his face, though he prefers it like this. The young man has it in his head that women love bangs. Like his father's, his eyes are a soft shade of brown in sockets that are more round than they are almond shaped.
Unlike his sister, Torlin does take great pride in his appearance; if it was one thing his parents taught him it was that everyone notices and cares what you look like. Thus, the boy goes through great lengths to groom and care for his looks. He washes his face, body, and clothes as soon as any of them show the first signs of being dirty. There is never a lock of hair out of place, not a stitch loose on his person at any time (well, unless he's asleep).
Personality:
Where Brylorea is full of quips and good humor, Torlin is much quieter and a much more reserved youth. Perhaps being in her shadow (whether she realized she had one or not) had a profound affect on the young boy. As his parents never attempted to control their eldest daughter, it was Torlin they really enforced rules, regulations, and the stuff of learning on. Not to say Brylorea is uneducated, but Toril far surpasses her with his knowledge of scholarly affairs.
He's a very bright young lad, for all he spend most of his growing up in his father's grand study, reading away at books he could barely comprehend and studying with the Harpers. Torlin has missed on quite a bit however; where he can tell you any random factoid about just any aspect of Pernese society, he could hardly tell anyone how to fix a window or what the best way to break in a runner is. He's completely and utterly hopeless when it comes to more worldly things (like romanticism) and is often lacking in common sense.
Still, the young man is an eager learner and is a sponge for any kind of knowledge (book or street). If it weren't for this fact, he'd probably be too discouraged to talk to anyone or associate with anyone, as he is a target for bullies. Torlin never properly learned how to defend himself and isn't apt at social situations. His parents might have imparted that he needed to be sheik and confident, they never quite gave him the ability to practice, leaving him to live a very sheltered life.
But perhaps this is good. He's not much of a fighter, for all he will stand up for himself in a pinch. He might not have a way with words, but he will speak up when he knows something is wrong. Luckily for him, he has the uncanny ability to blabber something that just barely pacifies the other person. How he manages it, he has no idea, but he thinks it has something to do with his good looks.
Because of his parents influence, he is a bit of a neat freak and can't stand to see any place that he inhabits untidy or disorderly. Call him strange, but it is one of his quirks. All for the better, as he isn't snappish with those who aren't; a good thing that Brylorea has imparted on to him.
Being her younger sibling has been good for him. He's picked up some of her more desirable traits and does look up to her quite a bit. After their parents died, he's become far more attached to her than is probably normal for adolescents, but they're both quite fond of each other. She teaches him practical things, he teaches her bookly things.
Torlin is a good teacher for the most part, or will be when he matures a little more. He's always been fascinated by imparting knowledge into others, to let help them understand new things and new ways of thinking. In that, he is far older than his years. The fact that he's a naturally patient young man helps this quite a bit.
A bit stubborn, Torlin is a slow boiler. It does take him a while to get worked up, but once he is, he'll shout and ramble until his throat's dry and he's blue in the face. He's also not one to make a loud fuss about something he deems is unfair, but will gladly go behind someone's back to accomplish a goal that is important to him.
He's learned recently how to be courageous, or more so than he was before. The destruction of the Weyr and the loss of those who controlled all of his actions for so long has opened a very wide door for him. He's eager and willing to try new things and to experience everything that his parents wouldn't allow him to. Still, his sense of morals will keep him from doing anything too...drastic.
History: =
He supposes that he's happy that he was born a boy. Not because his parents would have loved him less if he was a girl, but because Brylorea was already such a handful and his father wanted a young man to carry on more of his name. Where they had even come up with the name "Brylorea" was a mystery to Torlin, but he needs to stop thinking about her!
Torlin was never so happy that he was second to Brylorea and perhaps if he'd been born first, he wouldn't have to have grown up being constantly, although quietly, compared to his older sister. Don't do this like your sister, you have to do this so you're not like your sister, do you really want to grow up behaving like your sister, you can't go out like your sister would! On and on and on about Brylorea it was never enough. He could never really be good enough for his parents, although he wasn't entirely sure how Brylorea was.
Where she had no rules, he had rules a-plenty. When she got to go run and play with the kids of Canaulia Weyr (once they moved), he certainly wasn't allowed to. When she got to run amuck in whatever close she saw fit, he had to dress in the fanciest, most rank-happy looking clothes his parents could give him.
Still, he was never unhappy, not truly, even though the only attention his parents ever gave him was something a whole lot less than positive. He grew up well and did enjoy the time he spent in his father's study, listening to the man's strong, emphatic voice reading from books whose meaning went well over his young head. He learned a lot about business from his father's knee and a lot about things that would really have no use for him later in life.
Still, when it came time to choose his profession, he decided not to do anything wholly professional, but went on learning with his father. He learned how to market, though he utterly lacked the ability to judge people and tell them what they wished to hear; Brylorea and his father held onto that skill. Still, he learned what he could and was happy doing it while Brylorea got to go play and dream of becoming a dragonrider.
He couldn't pretend that the thought never crossed his mind, of course. In a Weyrhold, or Weyr as Torlin prefered to think of it as, he couldn't help but think about dragonriding and his sister certainly didn't discourage the daydreaming. His parents, of course, did. His father was stoutly against him having anything to do with dragonriders and when Torlin protested that Brylorea could do whatever she wanted, he earned a sharp slap across the face.
Life was ridiculously unfair, but that didn't mean that Torlin was completely unhappy. He did find ways to disobey his parents. Dragonriders were easy to find and even easier to talk to. Whenever he could be spared from his parents, he usually chatted with riders who gave him the best advice they could: Do what you want.
Eventually, he was able to, though not under the circumstances that he wanted. He remembered Brylorea going to go send off a message for his father. He remembered eating breakfast, he remembered running off to a bluerider's room whom he was fond of. After that, he didn't remember much of anything except for rocks falling from the ceiling and a feeling, rather than hearing, a big explosion.
When he awoke later, he was coughing violently, dirty and bloody. He couldn't quiet speak to ask what had happened, but could hear people crying, hear the sounds of dragons morning their Weyrmates. From somewhere closeby, he thought he heard Brylorea sobbing. He couldn't understand why she was so sad, or what reason she'd have for crying.
The next day when he awoke, he finally understood. The Weyr was almost completely destroyed. It had been built on a volcano that just hadn't gone inactive yet. A queen was dead, most of the dragonriding population was gone. His parents were...dead, too. All he had left was Brylorea and her dreams. But they weren't just her dreams anymore. They were his own. He was determined not to walk in his parents footsteps just because they told him to. He wanted to become a dragonrider, but not because he wanted to be famous like his sister did. He wanted to be a dragonrider to help inspire others, to teach them the things that he wasn't taught as a child.
When Brylorea told him of her intentions to register herself as a Candidate, he was first in line before her to sign up. How the queen's Clutch had managed to survive, Torlin wasn't sure, but he was sharding sure that he was glad that he'd lived to Stand for what was left, that he would try to bond himself to a dragonet, no matter what the cost might be.
Pets: N/A
Preferred Dragon Color: From what I gather about this young man, a bronze wouldn't really suit him. I don't know if he's got leadership in him or not, but I'm sure a fine brown or a mutation of something similar would work nicely for Torlin.
Best Reached: PM Brylorea, or Cbox, or AIM: KuraBakiChan ; MSN: phlybabe07@live.com ; YIM: phlybabe07
Name: Torlin (T'lin)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, with more tendencies to be heterosexual.
Appearance:
Quite unlike his sister, Torlin is burly and tends to be on the average side of the size range. Taking on after his father, he's got an eloquent face that, while it suggests his masculinity, isn't entirely all that handsome. His face is too round to be really attractive, although those who are around his age will certainly find him so. Personally, he things his nose is too long, his chin too pointy, and his ears too big. To himself Torlin thinks he looks too goofy to be gorgeous, despite how interested many females - and quite a few males - chase after him. Of course, he's only just started on his change and, by the time he reached manhood at around eighteen Turns, he will be quite attractive.
His hair is much straighter than Brylorea's, another trait he inherited from his father and has a very dirty blond shading to it. Most people refer to it as simply 'light brown,' but to Torlin brown is too dark a color for his particular shade of hair. He's got his thin hair cut short, the last wisps of his hair just barely skimming the base of his neck. Torlin's long bangs wave to and fro over his face, though he prefers it like this. The young man has it in his head that women love bangs. Like his father's, his eyes are a soft shade of brown in sockets that are more round than they are almond shaped.
Unlike his sister, Torlin does take great pride in his appearance; if it was one thing his parents taught him it was that everyone notices and cares what you look like. Thus, the boy goes through great lengths to groom and care for his looks. He washes his face, body, and clothes as soon as any of them show the first signs of being dirty. There is never a lock of hair out of place, not a stitch loose on his person at any time (well, unless he's asleep).
Personality:
Where Brylorea is full of quips and good humor, Torlin is much quieter and a much more reserved youth. Perhaps being in her shadow (whether she realized she had one or not) had a profound affect on the young boy. As his parents never attempted to control their eldest daughter, it was Torlin they really enforced rules, regulations, and the stuff of learning on. Not to say Brylorea is uneducated, but Toril far surpasses her with his knowledge of scholarly affairs.
He's a very bright young lad, for all he spend most of his growing up in his father's grand study, reading away at books he could barely comprehend and studying with the Harpers. Torlin has missed on quite a bit however; where he can tell you any random factoid about just any aspect of Pernese society, he could hardly tell anyone how to fix a window or what the best way to break in a runner is. He's completely and utterly hopeless when it comes to more worldly things (like romanticism) and is often lacking in common sense.
Still, the young man is an eager learner and is a sponge for any kind of knowledge (book or street). If it weren't for this fact, he'd probably be too discouraged to talk to anyone or associate with anyone, as he is a target for bullies. Torlin never properly learned how to defend himself and isn't apt at social situations. His parents might have imparted that he needed to be sheik and confident, they never quite gave him the ability to practice, leaving him to live a very sheltered life.
But perhaps this is good. He's not much of a fighter, for all he will stand up for himself in a pinch. He might not have a way with words, but he will speak up when he knows something is wrong. Luckily for him, he has the uncanny ability to blabber something that just barely pacifies the other person. How he manages it, he has no idea, but he thinks it has something to do with his good looks.
Because of his parents influence, he is a bit of a neat freak and can't stand to see any place that he inhabits untidy or disorderly. Call him strange, but it is one of his quirks. All for the better, as he isn't snappish with those who aren't; a good thing that Brylorea has imparted on to him.
Being her younger sibling has been good for him. He's picked up some of her more desirable traits and does look up to her quite a bit. After their parents died, he's become far more attached to her than is probably normal for adolescents, but they're both quite fond of each other. She teaches him practical things, he teaches her bookly things.
Torlin is a good teacher for the most part, or will be when he matures a little more. He's always been fascinated by imparting knowledge into others, to let help them understand new things and new ways of thinking. In that, he is far older than his years. The fact that he's a naturally patient young man helps this quite a bit.
A bit stubborn, Torlin is a slow boiler. It does take him a while to get worked up, but once he is, he'll shout and ramble until his throat's dry and he's blue in the face. He's also not one to make a loud fuss about something he deems is unfair, but will gladly go behind someone's back to accomplish a goal that is important to him.
He's learned recently how to be courageous, or more so than he was before. The destruction of the Weyr and the loss of those who controlled all of his actions for so long has opened a very wide door for him. He's eager and willing to try new things and to experience everything that his parents wouldn't allow him to. Still, his sense of morals will keep him from doing anything too...drastic.
History: =
He supposes that he's happy that he was born a boy. Not because his parents would have loved him less if he was a girl, but because Brylorea was already such a handful and his father wanted a young man to carry on more of his name. Where they had even come up with the name "Brylorea" was a mystery to Torlin, but he needs to stop thinking about her!
Torlin was never so happy that he was second to Brylorea and perhaps if he'd been born first, he wouldn't have to have grown up being constantly, although quietly, compared to his older sister. Don't do this like your sister, you have to do this so you're not like your sister, do you really want to grow up behaving like your sister, you can't go out like your sister would! On and on and on about Brylorea it was never enough. He could never really be good enough for his parents, although he wasn't entirely sure how Brylorea was.
Where she had no rules, he had rules a-plenty. When she got to go run and play with the kids of Canaulia Weyr (once they moved), he certainly wasn't allowed to. When she got to run amuck in whatever close she saw fit, he had to dress in the fanciest, most rank-happy looking clothes his parents could give him.
Still, he was never unhappy, not truly, even though the only attention his parents ever gave him was something a whole lot less than positive. He grew up well and did enjoy the time he spent in his father's study, listening to the man's strong, emphatic voice reading from books whose meaning went well over his young head. He learned a lot about business from his father's knee and a lot about things that would really have no use for him later in life.
Still, when it came time to choose his profession, he decided not to do anything wholly professional, but went on learning with his father. He learned how to market, though he utterly lacked the ability to judge people and tell them what they wished to hear; Brylorea and his father held onto that skill. Still, he learned what he could and was happy doing it while Brylorea got to go play and dream of becoming a dragonrider.
He couldn't pretend that the thought never crossed his mind, of course. In a Weyrhold, or Weyr as Torlin prefered to think of it as, he couldn't help but think about dragonriding and his sister certainly didn't discourage the daydreaming. His parents, of course, did. His father was stoutly against him having anything to do with dragonriders and when Torlin protested that Brylorea could do whatever she wanted, he earned a sharp slap across the face.
Life was ridiculously unfair, but that didn't mean that Torlin was completely unhappy. He did find ways to disobey his parents. Dragonriders were easy to find and even easier to talk to. Whenever he could be spared from his parents, he usually chatted with riders who gave him the best advice they could: Do what you want.
Eventually, he was able to, though not under the circumstances that he wanted. He remembered Brylorea going to go send off a message for his father. He remembered eating breakfast, he remembered running off to a bluerider's room whom he was fond of. After that, he didn't remember much of anything except for rocks falling from the ceiling and a feeling, rather than hearing, a big explosion.
When he awoke later, he was coughing violently, dirty and bloody. He couldn't quiet speak to ask what had happened, but could hear people crying, hear the sounds of dragons morning their Weyrmates. From somewhere closeby, he thought he heard Brylorea sobbing. He couldn't understand why she was so sad, or what reason she'd have for crying.
The next day when he awoke, he finally understood. The Weyr was almost completely destroyed. It had been built on a volcano that just hadn't gone inactive yet. A queen was dead, most of the dragonriding population was gone. His parents were...dead, too. All he had left was Brylorea and her dreams. But they weren't just her dreams anymore. They were his own. He was determined not to walk in his parents footsteps just because they told him to. He wanted to become a dragonrider, but not because he wanted to be famous like his sister did. He wanted to be a dragonrider to help inspire others, to teach them the things that he wasn't taught as a child.
When Brylorea told him of her intentions to register herself as a Candidate, he was first in line before her to sign up. How the queen's Clutch had managed to survive, Torlin wasn't sure, but he was sharding sure that he was glad that he'd lived to Stand for what was left, that he would try to bond himself to a dragonet, no matter what the cost might be.
Pets: N/A
Preferred Dragon Color: From what I gather about this young man, a bronze wouldn't really suit him. I don't know if he's got leadership in him or not, but I'm sure a fine brown or a mutation of something similar would work nicely for Torlin.
