Post by Mystery on Mar 5, 2013 20:36:07 GMT -5
AVERY
Name: Avery
Pronunciation: As it seems
Age: Twenty- Two
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Avery is indeed an attractive man - or at least, he was once and now he's marked in a way that some women would turn their noses up at. It's not something he can help, and more importantly, he's actually rather proud of them, but irregardless. The man is a giant, standing at six feet and six inches, the young man is a solid wall of muscle that could be intimidating and terrifying if it wasn't for that crap-eating grin that was always on his face. He's never not smiling, and that's probably what helps with the attractiveness. His skin is tanned and weathered from being out in the sun constantly throughout the turns and harsher weather.
He's a confident man, and that comes across in his gait and his posture, tall and never slouched, Avery is the kind that bounces on to every challenge head on, face first. He's never the type to shy away from anything, and that's obvious even from the first glance. His clothing, however, is usually pretty worn and ragged. Living out of the weyr like he does most of the time, Avery replaces things when they become positively indecent and more of a hinderence than a help.
It's the scars that draw attention to him, really. Not only is there the hideously obvious one across his left eye, covered only slightly by the leather eye patch he has covering the place where one of his bright blue eyes used to be. Now there's nothing, and bright red, angry claw marks marring the rest of his face. He has plenty of these claw marks, four down his chest, two down his back, one on the back of his buttocks and a long scar down from his hip to his ankle - Avery's never been the kind to stay out of trouble.
Personality:
Loud. Happy. Boisterous.
Avery just never grew up. He's still that little boy inside that's eager to play dragonriders, saving the world one damsel at a time - but if there's food involved he may ditch the damsel. He's never unhappy, even the few quiet moments the young man has aren't truly miserable - just contemplative. Avery is the very definition of loud. He doesn't really have an inside voice, it's all spoken at the grand level of just loud. One can always hear him coming from a mile away - unless he's stalking whers.
Avery is constantly eager to try new things, and the more dangerous it is the better for him. He lives for adventure and danger, constantly trying to find new ways to get involved with things and exploring all new avenues. Staying at home is not something Avery is capable of in any sense of the word. Even if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. He always has to be moving constantly and when he's not, he's trying to figure out how he can be.
Loud and boisterous Avery may be, there's still that squishy underside to him. He'd never admit it, but he's quite self concious about his scars and how many of them he has. And his eye. He's tired of being mocked for them, knowing he's doing a good job for the weyr and living his life to the fullest but people attacking his looks is the best way to get him backing off from a friendship. He's got a bad temper, though he tends to keep it under tight wraps because he's tired of scaring people when that temper explodes - because it means thrown chairs at the least of it usually. So he tries to stay happy and alert.
Whers are his passion, dragons too. Anything draconi and Avery has a thing for it. He'll often be found stalking them through the wilderness, living life in the rough just to be a little closer to them.
Family: Alara / Mother / Healer
Veran / Father / Farmer
Valaran / Older Borther / Canine Trainer
Alavan / Older Brother / Feline hunter
Location: Rebellion
Rank: N/A
History:
Avery was born the third child to a successful family and Alara says she's been worrying about him since the day he was born. Unlike some, Avery was never the sort of child to have a few mishaps - if there was a way he could injure himself doing something, it was sure that he would, eventually do so. He loved adventure, right from a young age and never had a problem with anything of the sort. So his family allowed him to run free without any interferance.
Around nine, he was accepted as a healer apprentice, though he certainly had little or no interest in actually learning about people, and so finally his family allowed him to be apprenticed specifically to a dragon healer. Then, suddenly, all those brains that had been hidden came about. Suddenly he was top of his class and working hard at everything because dfragons and whers were absolutely amazing and wonderful and he just wanted to be around them forever. So he was. He spent his free time stalking wild whers whenever he could - and gained many a new scar for it.
When the colours came about that were different and new, Avery was quick to follow his mentor in joining the rebellion, assuring his parents he would be fine. And trotting off to explore new horizons. Not long after he turned sixteen, he made journeyman - surprisingly young for a young dragon healer. And immediately turned his attention to studying wild whers for their immunity to illnesses, carrying a whip with him at all times when needed to.
Only in the last turn did one wher get the better of him, managing to lose his eye and get several new scars for it in the one encounter.
