Post by Zero on Mar 10, 2013 16:17:22 GMT -5
Name: Dakor
Age: 27
Season Born: Spring
Gender: Male
Location: Trelis
Appearance
6'1"
Brown/Black Hair
Clear Blue Eyes
Standing at a rough 6”1’ the man wasn’t overbearingly tall nor was he the shortest in his class. Medium to dark brown hair tops his head and a pair of clear blue eyes peer out from below. Dakor has been known to go a few weeks between shaving and can usually be seen with a decent amount of scruff on his chin. It's quite rare to catch him clean shaven. Due to his years spent out in the elements his skin has soaked in the sun enough and now holds a nice, healthy tan. His body hold's a fair amount of scars. They're mainly small little kicks and tears here and there, mainly along his forearms, chest, and shoulders. He sports a two inch scar that runs from his hairline, through his left eyebrow. It's his most distinguishing feature and has the tendency to draw a lot of unwanted attention. A little gift given to him by a random drinking buddy, one dark and drunken night.
Because of his chosen professions generally involve moving about unseen, Dakor prefers dark colors, dressing in layers, and wearing anything with a hood. On the rare occasion when he makes an appearance at a Gather he can usually be seen sporting crisp black or deep green tops with matching dark colored trousers and boots. Simple and clean, the way he generally prefers things.
LIKES
- Canines
- Rain
- Heart Pounding Situations
- Drinking
- Full Moons
- Wet Clothes
- Dull Weapons
- Firelizards
- Chores
- Being Interrupted
Darkness is his companion and anger is his mate. The two twine together wonderfully and dangerously at the same time. Yet, from time to time, on the occasion where he’s feeling more lively and sociable, which tends to occur around Weyr events, you can find Dakor fully immersed in the atmosphere. Yet even then he continues to remain a bit standoffish at times. He actually a quite charming individual once you break down his few personal walls and get to know the man. At times even having the bold tendencies to flirt a little with the opposite sex. Due to his solitary nature he has a bit of a tough time trusting people at first but friendships can and have been able to form over time in the past.
Even on the best days Dakor isn’t the one to be messed with, not even in jest because those conversations tend to quickly escalate into confrontations. He refuses to let anyone get close, not feeling like there’s a point or a reason for doing so. It only leads to others getting hurt. Though he is a man of solitude, Dakor does manage to find some comfort and humanity in those who share his interests, especially when it comes to enjoying a good round of drinks.
Family
Father -- Unknown Rider -- (Deceased)
Mother -- Unknown -- (Deceased)
Half Brother -- Kordin
History
Dakor’s story isn’t remarkable or incredibly unique in any way. It starts when he was a boy. His mother died from complications during his birth and his father didn’t stick around long enough to see his son grow up. So he ended up being raised with the rest of the kids in the Hold. As he grew, Dakor found himself wandering away from the Hold and the other children for longer periods of time as he explored the wooded wilds surrounding his home. This was where his love for solitude and the outdoors began.
At the age of fourteen, Dakor made the decision to leave the Hold and ventured out into the world on his own. It was during this time that he was picked up by a caravan of hunters and traders. They had come across the dirt smeared and disheveled boy one cold winters night and instantly took a liking to the feisty and spunky young lad. At first he had been unwilling to listen to what any of them had to say but as the turns passed Dakor grew to appreciate the tight knit group and everything they had taught him.
Six long turns came and went till the day came where they had to part ways. The group had grown too big over the past turns, and so Dakor chose to leave. He took what he learned and set off on his own once more. The woods became his home once more and on the nights when Thread fell, he took shelter in one of the caves or rocky overhangs he would come across. During this time of wandering and solitude he began to dabble in the darker field of thievery. It was mainly small time dealings but he did it all. Everything from swiping rare fire lizard eggs from Gather stalls and selling them at inflated prices and stealing marks from the fat and rich to breaking into home and making off with anything of value.
It became a hobby really more than anything else. Seeing as he already knew how to live off the land and did so on a daily basis, his nightly bouts of thievery was just for the pure adrenaline rush. He fell in love with the “high” it gave him and because of this he grew a sort of alternate persona. There was the calm, laid back and skilled hunter on one hand, and on the other you had the grouchy, sinister, adrenaline junkie who lived to bring a little chaos into others lives.
When he was nearing the age of 26, Dakor fell ill with a nasty chest infection. Lucky for him a traveling caravan of traders ran across him and instantly took him on board. One of the elders of the group knew a thing or two about healing and although it was rough going for the first two weeks, Dakor eventually made a full recovery within a month. When the day came for him to leave, the offer of taking one of the groups canines was brought to his attention. The scraggly and small thing was just a month old and regarded as the runt of the litter. Naturally the pup tugged at the huntsman's soft side and Dakor agreed to take the pup with him. Little did he know that the supposed "runt" would grow to sit on the larger end of the size spectrum.
So it was during one of his daily hunts that he took a nasty fall down a steep ravine, and gained wounds too serious for him to treat on his own. Dakor was left with no choice, he either sought out some outside assistance or die in the wilderness. Safe to say he chose the former and luck must have been on his side as Trelis Weyr was only a half a days walk away. There he sought a quick treatment from the healers, but was ordered to stay in the Weyr for at least a month just to make sure his wounds didn't reopen and get infected.
So at least for the moment he was stuck, unable to leave and return to his life in the wilds, at least until his wounds had healed. This time back in society was almost a blessing in a way. Of course he was able to do the normal things like trade and replenish some of his stock that had run low, and catch up on the local gossip and stories the weyrfolk managed to come up with.
Interesting wouldn't exactly be the first word he used to describe these recent events in Dakor's life, but he was beginning to think that sticking around a bit longer just might be worth it in the end.
And in a way it was. Thread was more frequent so living out in the woods would have been a struggle and the only price he really had to pay for it all was being confined inside the heavy walls of Trelis. It wasn't all bad though, once the Rebellion and war finally kicked off and his wounds had had enough time to heal, Dakor found himself offering his expert services in both the hunting and beast crafts to the weyr. After all, everyone needed to eat and keeping your food reserves high during war was only the smart thing to do.
Besides, how long could a silly war last anyways? Apparently two incredibly long turns. Now it's true the duo did go a little stir crazy during all the fighting but now that everything's settling down a bit, Dakor let himself get talked into sticking around by the current BeastMaster who even set him up with his own private quarters where he could come and go as he pleased. So when he's not assisting the BeastMaster you can usually find him tromping through the woods surrounding the weyr or busy down at the stables breeding and training canines.
Craft: Hunter / Beastcraft
Turns: 13
Level: Journeyman
Name: Rydell
Age: 4
Kind of Pet: Canine
Rydell is a fairly young, male canine. His exact bloodline is unknown but it’s clear from his appearance that he is a mixed breed. He is roughly 115 pounds, and stands 28 inches at the shoulder, with an overall length of 6.2 feet from nose to tail. His base coast consists of a pale cream while darker stripes of grey, brown, and black cover his back, chest, and face. His eyes are a bright yellow and Rydell sports a small tear in his left ear.
Rydell is generally quiet for the most part, very rarely will he bark or make any sound whatsoever. So in order to communicate with his human while on a hunt, or to alert of any potential threats nearby, he’ll usually make a low “huffing” sound or will lightly tug at Dakor’s sleeve or pant leg. He’s as loyal as can be but still holds a small independent streak about him. So on the occasions where you don’t see him by Dakor’s side, Rydell is most likely off exploring on his own.
