Post by E on Jul 27, 2007 6:42:38 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name: Exidron
Age: 7 Turns – MidFall Birthing Day
Gender: Male
Orientation: Too Young to understand such things.
Rank: Fostered Holdbrat
Origin: Terra Hold
Location: Lateo Weyr
Family:
Grandfather – Vorcirin – deceased
Grandmother – Exoraine – deceased
Father –Excirin –deceased – Brown Wher Handler of Exirsk – died in Terra mine cave-in
Grandfather – Dronavk – deceased
Grandmother – Illiana – deceased
Mother – Illidrona – deceased – complications in child birth
Brother – Dronrin – deceased (22) – blue rider in Muneo disaster
Sister – Irilli – deceased (19) – gold candidate in Muneo disaster
Brother – Irinron – deceased (16) – candidate in Muneo disaster
Exidron – 7 – Fostered – Lateo Weyr
Sister – Illiraine – deceased – complications in child birth
Pets: None
Appearance:
(17 turns – future picture)
While still only seven turns old, Exidron already has a face softened by tragedy where most would have been hardened. Born and raised in the south, Exidron’s skin will never be as pale as those born and raised in the northern most reaches of Pern, but amazingly his skin doesn’t care to darken as nicely as the natives of the south. Even with his slight, unavoidable tan, his complexion is clearly lighter than any other boy he might happen to pass. Burning easily in the sun, Exidron is often found sitting quietly indoors or in the shade of a tree.
Dark brown eyes are still round in that way that softens all children’s features while his hair and eyebrows are a very similar brown, barely lightened by the sun. Passed around often enough, most of the women don’t bother cutting his hair as they don’t know how long he’ll actually be with them and it has kept its bowl cut for almost a full turn now, needed another trim badly.
Entering his seventh turn, his face and hands have begun to loose their baby fat, though there is still the hint of it in the right light. Even so, his stature is still short as he stands a full four feet and five inches. Unlike many of the active boys running around in games of tag, Exidron doesn’t show much interest in the physical aspect of playing and as such already appears smaller and more fragile than the other boys his age.
Dressed in whatever he was given, Exidron is usually found in pants cut off to be short enough and generally with dirt covering the back side as he doesn’t mind where he sits while he watches the going on’s around him. His shirt is interchangeable between one of the long-sleeved ones he wears in the winter with the sleeves rolled until they are the correct length or a tank top that surprisingly fits the way its suppose to during Pern’s hot summers in the southern continent.
Personality: A quiet and shy child, there are a number of things that have already happened to Exidron that have made him this way besides his simple nature. Content to watch the world from a distance, he doesn’t mind sitting alone in a corner or under a tree until one of the ladies find him and ask him to help them. He doesn’t argue with the adults, that too is not in his nature and so does all of his chores without complaint.
Often times he finds himself washing something or setting a table for one of the ladies only to hear them whisper about him. Quiet as always, he hears more than they think and he knows that they do not always feel comfortable around him, though they always seem to pity him as well. He hears them talk of how he doesn’t play with the other children and how he rarely talks beyond answering questions with a simple “Yes ma’am” or “No sir”.
Exidron does not know if the women know of his secret, but he is too scared to tell them. After all they are already uneasy around them and the other boys would probably just tease him if he brought attention to himself by telling somebody. After all, he’s never heard of anyone else hearing voices in their head…
History: Born in the mining hold of Terra in the south, it was no wonder that Exidron’s father turned out to be a miner in the vast underground tunnels of the Hold. What was surprising, however, was that his mother did not work but stayed at home all day caring for her growing herd of children. Why could his family afford this while so many others could not? His father was impressed to a wher and so brought in a larger share every night to his family. While never looked at as highly as a dragon rider, in such a hold as Terra a wher handler was vastly important and in their own rank amongst the hold.
Thanks to this, Exidron was a rather happy baby, never passed into another woman’s hands as Illidrona always had time for her children and was proud of the fact. She might not have been the lady of the hold, but she was certainly a lady of the house and held her children in high esteem. Whenever one of her children performed a new feat or done a task well she would make sure it was proclaimed not only to her husband, but to all of the other nearby mothers as well. After all, her children were upper-class in her eyes and a step above the rest. They would all grow up to be important Masters in the crafts or high ranking Wher handlers or even dragon riders! Her hopes and dreams held no limits.
Despite being only the tender age of four, Exidron knew something was wrong that year. His older siblings were not smiling as much and his mother rarely picked him up. Worried looks was what he remembered the best of that year as his mothers stomach grew larger and her face paler. Finally, on a frost covered morning in the early fall rainbows could be seen in the sky even as Exidron, being held by his older sister Irilli, watched his father come out of his mother’s room his face streaked with tears. Even the cries of the brown Wher outside could be felt inside Exidron as he joined his father in morning, though it would take him another season to realize what was so wrong.
His mother had died in labor as well as the baby who would have been his little sister.
Exidron’s life changed suddenly and the four turn old had a hard time handling it as he did not understand why it was his sister who always picked him up now and why no matter where he looked and no matter how long he cried he could no longer find his mother within the house. The little boy would never realize that his continuous search for his mother around the house hurt his father more and more with each passing day. It was the combined pain of the loss of his wife, a new child and Exidron not understanding that finally let his father become uncaring in the mines. Not even two seasons after his wife’s death, Excirin the wher handler of brown Kirsk died along with his entire digging team beneath the stone that made up the surface of Pern in a cave in.
As if not being able to find his mother was not enough for the little boy, he could no longer find his father either. He did not understand the looks upon his older siblings faces as they began to pack what things belonged to them and finally picked up Exidron himself. Exidron’s oldest brother had been searched not long after his fathers death and after speaking with the dragon rider, he was welcomed to bring his brothers and sister as the older two would be old enough to stand themselves soon.
Exidron, on his fifth birthing day, met the blue dragon Cenath. It was the day his mother’s voice would no longer be missed as his head began to fill with so many voices that only he seemed to hear. He did not talk to them – after all he was taught not to talk to strangers, but he did tell his older sister one night by the Muneo Weyr hearth. Her look of astonishment and fear is another memory that will never leave Exidron’s memory. She had told him she’d find out why he heard such voices all the time, but until then not to tell anyone. She did not know what it meant and she did not wish her youngest brother to be sneered at for being different. Already their loss of bother parents made them different.
The following turn held the happy celebration of his oldest brother impressing to a blue hatchling who seemed to enjoy Exidron’s laugh as much as his riders attention. Not minding at all, all of the siblings seemed over joyed. Perhaps they too could still fulfill their mother’s wish of them becoming important figures by all impressing to dragons here at Muneo Weyr. Now with their brother impressed they knew they’d have a place to stay. Once another clutch was in the sands – this one containing a gold egg as well! – both of Exidron’s older siblings left un-impressed went to ask to stand on the sands. After interviews they were allowed and everything seemed fine.
Until the earth shook. Exidron, at five turns old, heard not only the screams of the people and the roars of the dragons, but heard the voices of the dragons as well as they screamed. The dragons being louder and heard far more clearly than any human left Exidron a shivering mass hiding beneath a table within the lower caverns as the stone shook and shook. It was a miracle that an auntie found him and grabbed him as she ran for the nearest exit. Exidron and that auntie found a rider and made it safely to Sodalis Weyr. His siblings did not.
Over the next two turns, Exidron slowly began to understand that he would not be able to find any of the familiar faces of his family any longer. They were gone. And he was soon passed around. The lower caverns of Sodalis Weyr was crowded with refuges and soon he and several other children with no families claiming them were fostered out to nearby holds. Three different Holds Exidron was passed along too, seeming to always be chosen when the choosing had to be done for fostered groups. His quiet, shy and subdued attitude along with his smaller stature even for his age never seemed to be what the hold was looking for in their fostered children and so he was sent on and often.
His seventh birthing day found him at the other side of Pern, finally fostered back to a Weyr. Lateo Weyr where he resides today. Still quiet and subdued, the boy dreams every night of screaming dragons even as the voices continue to whisper in his head. Since his sister, Exidron has not told anyone of the voices he hears. After all, he did not need to give the older folk a reason to send him off again. He was tired of packing his very few belongings and he was tired of not being wanted. He did not want to be seen as crazy along with useless as he was already seen as by many who searched for young boys who could do the heavier work that Exidron’s small body was not capable of.
Name: Exidron
Age: 7 Turns – MidFall Birthing Day
Gender: Male
Orientation: Too Young to understand such things.
Rank: Fostered Holdbrat
Origin: Terra Hold
Location: Lateo Weyr
Family:
Grandfather – Vorcirin – deceased
Grandmother – Exoraine – deceased
Father –Excirin –deceased – Brown Wher Handler of Exirsk – died in Terra mine cave-in
Grandfather – Dronavk – deceased
Grandmother – Illiana – deceased
Mother – Illidrona – deceased – complications in child birth
Brother – Dronrin – deceased (22) – blue rider in Muneo disaster
Sister – Irilli – deceased (19) – gold candidate in Muneo disaster
Brother – Irinron – deceased (16) – candidate in Muneo disaster
Exidron – 7 – Fostered – Lateo Weyr
Sister – Illiraine – deceased – complications in child birth
Pets: None
Appearance:
(17 turns – future picture)
While still only seven turns old, Exidron already has a face softened by tragedy where most would have been hardened. Born and raised in the south, Exidron’s skin will never be as pale as those born and raised in the northern most reaches of Pern, but amazingly his skin doesn’t care to darken as nicely as the natives of the south. Even with his slight, unavoidable tan, his complexion is clearly lighter than any other boy he might happen to pass. Burning easily in the sun, Exidron is often found sitting quietly indoors or in the shade of a tree.
Dark brown eyes are still round in that way that softens all children’s features while his hair and eyebrows are a very similar brown, barely lightened by the sun. Passed around often enough, most of the women don’t bother cutting his hair as they don’t know how long he’ll actually be with them and it has kept its bowl cut for almost a full turn now, needed another trim badly.
Entering his seventh turn, his face and hands have begun to loose their baby fat, though there is still the hint of it in the right light. Even so, his stature is still short as he stands a full four feet and five inches. Unlike many of the active boys running around in games of tag, Exidron doesn’t show much interest in the physical aspect of playing and as such already appears smaller and more fragile than the other boys his age.
Dressed in whatever he was given, Exidron is usually found in pants cut off to be short enough and generally with dirt covering the back side as he doesn’t mind where he sits while he watches the going on’s around him. His shirt is interchangeable between one of the long-sleeved ones he wears in the winter with the sleeves rolled until they are the correct length or a tank top that surprisingly fits the way its suppose to during Pern’s hot summers in the southern continent.
Personality: A quiet and shy child, there are a number of things that have already happened to Exidron that have made him this way besides his simple nature. Content to watch the world from a distance, he doesn’t mind sitting alone in a corner or under a tree until one of the ladies find him and ask him to help them. He doesn’t argue with the adults, that too is not in his nature and so does all of his chores without complaint.
Often times he finds himself washing something or setting a table for one of the ladies only to hear them whisper about him. Quiet as always, he hears more than they think and he knows that they do not always feel comfortable around him, though they always seem to pity him as well. He hears them talk of how he doesn’t play with the other children and how he rarely talks beyond answering questions with a simple “Yes ma’am” or “No sir”.
Exidron does not know if the women know of his secret, but he is too scared to tell them. After all they are already uneasy around them and the other boys would probably just tease him if he brought attention to himself by telling somebody. After all, he’s never heard of anyone else hearing voices in their head…
History: Born in the mining hold of Terra in the south, it was no wonder that Exidron’s father turned out to be a miner in the vast underground tunnels of the Hold. What was surprising, however, was that his mother did not work but stayed at home all day caring for her growing herd of children. Why could his family afford this while so many others could not? His father was impressed to a wher and so brought in a larger share every night to his family. While never looked at as highly as a dragon rider, in such a hold as Terra a wher handler was vastly important and in their own rank amongst the hold.
Thanks to this, Exidron was a rather happy baby, never passed into another woman’s hands as Illidrona always had time for her children and was proud of the fact. She might not have been the lady of the hold, but she was certainly a lady of the house and held her children in high esteem. Whenever one of her children performed a new feat or done a task well she would make sure it was proclaimed not only to her husband, but to all of the other nearby mothers as well. After all, her children were upper-class in her eyes and a step above the rest. They would all grow up to be important Masters in the crafts or high ranking Wher handlers or even dragon riders! Her hopes and dreams held no limits.
Despite being only the tender age of four, Exidron knew something was wrong that year. His older siblings were not smiling as much and his mother rarely picked him up. Worried looks was what he remembered the best of that year as his mothers stomach grew larger and her face paler. Finally, on a frost covered morning in the early fall rainbows could be seen in the sky even as Exidron, being held by his older sister Irilli, watched his father come out of his mother’s room his face streaked with tears. Even the cries of the brown Wher outside could be felt inside Exidron as he joined his father in morning, though it would take him another season to realize what was so wrong.
His mother had died in labor as well as the baby who would have been his little sister.
Exidron’s life changed suddenly and the four turn old had a hard time handling it as he did not understand why it was his sister who always picked him up now and why no matter where he looked and no matter how long he cried he could no longer find his mother within the house. The little boy would never realize that his continuous search for his mother around the house hurt his father more and more with each passing day. It was the combined pain of the loss of his wife, a new child and Exidron not understanding that finally let his father become uncaring in the mines. Not even two seasons after his wife’s death, Excirin the wher handler of brown Kirsk died along with his entire digging team beneath the stone that made up the surface of Pern in a cave in.
As if not being able to find his mother was not enough for the little boy, he could no longer find his father either. He did not understand the looks upon his older siblings faces as they began to pack what things belonged to them and finally picked up Exidron himself. Exidron’s oldest brother had been searched not long after his fathers death and after speaking with the dragon rider, he was welcomed to bring his brothers and sister as the older two would be old enough to stand themselves soon.
Exidron, on his fifth birthing day, met the blue dragon Cenath. It was the day his mother’s voice would no longer be missed as his head began to fill with so many voices that only he seemed to hear. He did not talk to them – after all he was taught not to talk to strangers, but he did tell his older sister one night by the Muneo Weyr hearth. Her look of astonishment and fear is another memory that will never leave Exidron’s memory. She had told him she’d find out why he heard such voices all the time, but until then not to tell anyone. She did not know what it meant and she did not wish her youngest brother to be sneered at for being different. Already their loss of bother parents made them different.
The following turn held the happy celebration of his oldest brother impressing to a blue hatchling who seemed to enjoy Exidron’s laugh as much as his riders attention. Not minding at all, all of the siblings seemed over joyed. Perhaps they too could still fulfill their mother’s wish of them becoming important figures by all impressing to dragons here at Muneo Weyr. Now with their brother impressed they knew they’d have a place to stay. Once another clutch was in the sands – this one containing a gold egg as well! – both of Exidron’s older siblings left un-impressed went to ask to stand on the sands. After interviews they were allowed and everything seemed fine.
Until the earth shook. Exidron, at five turns old, heard not only the screams of the people and the roars of the dragons, but heard the voices of the dragons as well as they screamed. The dragons being louder and heard far more clearly than any human left Exidron a shivering mass hiding beneath a table within the lower caverns as the stone shook and shook. It was a miracle that an auntie found him and grabbed him as she ran for the nearest exit. Exidron and that auntie found a rider and made it safely to Sodalis Weyr. His siblings did not.
Over the next two turns, Exidron slowly began to understand that he would not be able to find any of the familiar faces of his family any longer. They were gone. And he was soon passed around. The lower caverns of Sodalis Weyr was crowded with refuges and soon he and several other children with no families claiming them were fostered out to nearby holds. Three different Holds Exidron was passed along too, seeming to always be chosen when the choosing had to be done for fostered groups. His quiet, shy and subdued attitude along with his smaller stature even for his age never seemed to be what the hold was looking for in their fostered children and so he was sent on and often.
His seventh birthing day found him at the other side of Pern, finally fostered back to a Weyr. Lateo Weyr where he resides today. Still quiet and subdued, the boy dreams every night of screaming dragons even as the voices continue to whisper in his head. Since his sister, Exidron has not told anyone of the voices he hears. After all, he did not need to give the older folk a reason to send him off again. He was tired of packing his very few belongings and he was tired of not being wanted. He did not want to be seen as crazy along with useless as he was already seen as by many who searched for young boys who could do the heavier work that Exidron’s small body was not capable of.
