Post by Zero on Mar 13, 2013 20:54:27 GMT -5
Traylor
Pronunciation: How it looks.
Age: 8 Turns
Season Born In: Summer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Too young to tell, most likely hetero.
Appearance:
6'1'' ||He'll grow to be||
Slate Blue/Gold Flecked Eyes
Light Brown Hair
Age: 8 Turns
Season Born In: Summer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Too young to tell, most likely hetero.
Appearance:
6'1'' ||He'll grow to be||
Slate Blue/Gold Flecked Eyes
Light Brown Hair
Right now he stands a little smaller than average for a boy his age. Don't worry though because by the time he reaches thirteen he'll have hit his growth spurt. When he hits fifteen he'll have reached his full height and also filled out a little. A crop of dark and, somewhat, unruly hair sits on top of his head. At times it can lay flat, especially after his Uncle insists upon a haircut, but most times it tends to stick up and out in random directions. His eyes are a mix of a bright blue, spotted with pools of gold and flecks of sea green.
As far as clothing goes, there's not a pair of trousers he owns that doesn't have at least one hold in the knee. His boots are usually a scuffed and unkempt mess, the result of long days spent out running, tumbling, and jumping around Trelis. Blue, green and white are his preferred colors when it comes to his tunics, rarely will you see him in something overly dark such as black or brown.
Personality:
As with any boy, or child, his age, Traylor is a bundle of energy. He wants to be involved with everything going on around him. Or if he can't he wants to know just what is going on and the reasoning behind it.
Yet we cannot forget he is his fathers son after all and you can bet Traylor gets into his fair share of trouble around the weyr. His Uncle can only keep an eye on him for so long. Yet he doesn't mean to cause deliberate harm or misfortune to others. So when his antics get out of control and he's faced with the consequences of his actions he gets very down on himself and upset. He doesn't mean to hurt anyone.
He has a thirst for adventure, this goes hand in hand with his thirst for knowledge. If there's a lone rock in the middle of a grassy field he's going to ask why and most likely run to see what could be hiding underneath, then most likely question as to why there was or wasn't something hiding under that particular rock in that particular field.
He has a huge soft spot for animals. At the moment his current love is his fathers guard dog that follows him around on his day to day adventures. He hasn't had much experience with fire lizards or huntyres as of yet but will probably grow to desire one of his own in time. What is certain though, is his love for dragons, from his fathers own blue to his cousins garnet (although the later does still make him nervous from time to time). Like most youngsters, he wishes to be like his dad and become a dragon rider too someday.
||Curious|| ||Excitable|| ||Energetic|| ||Shy|| ||Brave|| ||Adventurous||
Family:
F'lon of Blue Dyaltith - Father - Master Thief - 26
? ? ? - Mother - Healer - Deceased
Theault - Uncle - Fisherman||First Mate|| - 26
Cassandra - Grandmother - Master Harper - 51
Vl'kan of Garnet Thormyth - Cousin - 27
Location: Born Sollace. Currently Trelis.
History:
Little Traylor came to be during his fathers wild and carefree days, not to say the man has slowed at all. He was born to a young Healer woman but he would never really get to know her as "mom" as his young mind would quickly forget the sound of her voice along with how she looked. She died, while he was still just a toddler, when the Great Storm swept through and destroyed their hold.
It was here that F'lon found the child alive and relatively unharmed. Naturally, of course, he took him back to Trelis and Traylor spent the next few turns of his life living between his fathers weyr and his dear Uncle's quarters. When he was 6 his father surprised him with a gift. It was a puppy! Dante was to be his name and Traylor fell in love with the, then, tiny ball of fur.
Then the Rebellion kicked off and Thread began to fall and his dad told him he had to go away for a little while. All these things were going on around him and his young mind just wasn't able to fully comprehend it. Luckily though, he had his Uncle Theault around who took to looking after him while his dad was away. So, for now, he looks to his Uncle with almost the same awe and reverence as his own father and you can bet he keeps the older man on his toes.
Eventually the fighting stopped and one day his Uncle said he could play outside for as long as he wanted with no curfews! There isn't a word out there that could properly describe the boy's happiness as he was given all his freedoms back. He decided then and there that war wasn't something he was, or ever would be, fond of. It had kept him from seeing his father for those two long turns and who knows how many other families it had torn apart.
But the past was the past, was it not? Even though his dad was still at Rindell, Traylor still got the chance to see him almost every day if not every other day, he still had his trusty canine by his side and his Uncle and best pal was still there to look after him. So for the moment life was pretty good for the eight turn old boy. There wasn't anything in the world he could want...except maybe a firelizard....
"DAAAAAD!"
Dante
Name: Dante
Age: 3 turns
Type: Canine (M)
Appearance/Personality:
Dante is smaller than then the rest of his canine counterparts. He's not a runt, he's just thinner and not as bulky as most. He is roughly 95 pounds and stands 26 inches at the shoulder, with an overall length of 5.11 ft from nose to tail. His base coat is mostly grey with hints of reddish hue, brown and black. His eyes are a light amber in color.
Very adventurous, brave, loyal, a troublemaker, very vocal, doesn't listen to anyone but Traylor.
