Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 12:16:08 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Mem
Contact Info: prettygrrl186- AIM shirachatool@hotmail.com -MSN mess. and email
How you heard of LW: Erm...I've been playing here for like...six months, or something
Character Information
Name: Milaka
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: Sixteen/Mid-Spring
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Lateo Weyrhold
Rank: Holdbrat
Family:Having a larger family was always a relief for Milaka. It meant that there was always an open ear that belonged to someone his age to talk to. His brother, Lerek, is now seventeen, and his sister, Mwatah, has just Turned thirteen. His littlest brother, Hanlak, is seven, and his youngest sister is only three, and her name is Millem. In a family this size, and with two young children, Milaka never gets a lot of attention, but he doesn't mind
His mother, Milhan, is something of a live-wire, and she takes pride in a clean holding. As a parent, she was the authoritarian type, and her children always knew her word was law. If she said to them, "go wash your hands for supper," it meant, "when you get back, your filthy mitts had better be pristine, and your nails better sparkle so that they blind me." However, she was always a loving mother, and always smiled at her children.
The children's father, Lemorik, was a bit more loose, and certainly more comical. Luckily for his offspring, they don't seem to have inherited his clumbsiness, for which their mother always teases him. Milaka could always wheedle an extra mark from him for a Gather, and the other two older children were just as slick. Unbeknownst to them, he always knew their plans, he just couldn't say no. Luckily for him, his children never took advantage of him unfairly.
The relationship between Milhan and Lemorik was an odd, if enviable, one. Though they have their obvious differences, they have maintained a highly loving and caring relationship easily. This has provided thier children with a good home to grow up in, and is the reason they have turned out so stable.
Pets: None. Milhan told each of her kids that five children is "pets" enough.
Appearance: Though he is from a Southern hold, his skin is only lightly tanned. He is not too dissimilar to the Terran European-Saxon male. His hair is a natural mix of dirty blonds and browns, and, if he doesn't take regular baths, his hair has a tendency to look somewhat dirty. He keeps it in a non-messy style, finger-combed forward. He is tender-headed, and he likes for people to "play" with his hair, which consists of them finger-combing it more.
His eyes are a kind of cobalt blue, not too deep, and yet, not piercing blue. They are calm. The eye-shape itself is normal and his eyes are not yet wrinkled, though his genetics show that someday, they will have more wrinkles than an old Auntie. His eyebrows, usually held high in jest, can also be seen furrowed in deep thought. He has a heart-shaped face, with thin lips. His smile is genuine, though often given. His nose has a thin bridge, and then widens, giving his nostrils a natural flared look. His ears are little, and he has detached earlobes.
He has a smaller body type, and is sort of lanky. However, "lanky" doesn't mean "weak" for Milaka. His arms hide good-sized muscles, and his legs are stronger than they appear. His muscles don't ever show unless he flexes them, giving him his lanky appearance. He stands at about 5'6", and commands 177 pounds of bone, fat, and muscle.
Personality: Milaka is an easy-going young man. Milaka is friendly, though often a smartass. He often pokes fun at people as a way of breaking ice when he first meets them, and it is then people decide if they like him or not.
He likes to laugh, and he likes to be around people. He doesn't "want to hear" about their supposed "woes," and he doesn't like Sob Stories. Milaka is a good friend, and will listen to troubles, but that is not all he likes to do.
Milaka has faults like everyone else, and his fault is rudeness. If he is involved in a conversation that he doesn't like and he can't change the subject, then he simply walks away from the talker. If someone says or does something stupid, he will inform the person of the error.
Having grown up in a hold, Milaka has somewhat more conservative views than a weyrchild would, although since he grew up in a weyrhold, they are a bit more relaxed than the other holders' views.
History: Being the middle child has given Milaka his good personality and sense of humor. In a family where the parents don't often have enough time for all the children, a child must often learn how to amuse himself. Making friends is also important for survival in such a family, and especially for middle children.
Milaka is the second child to his parents, and he had a normal birth, with only one complication: he came out late. Though the healer did not "induce" birth, Milaka was late by ten days. It is a joke between his parents that in the womb is where Milaka began to learn to shirk his duties, the first one being birth. Though Milaka is a responsible young man, he sometimes slides and slithers from chores. This will change with age.
When Milaka was about five years of age, he became lost in one of the many crop fields that surround Lateo Weyrhold. He had followed his six-year old brother in, expecting a good time, and was quickly separated from him. Lerek, of course, made a joke of it, and ran in circles around his brother, making scary sounds and being an idiot. They were supposed to have been picking the crops, and Milhan couldn't see over the tall stalks to watch her children, and was also preoccupied with Mwatah, then just barely turned two. Their father was bartering with local merchants.
As Milaka ran around the field, he screamed and cried, and Lerek realized his joke was no longer funny. He ran to his brother, and took him back to the holding, where Lerek recieved a proper spanking for his mischief. Even now, panic builds in Milaka's veins if he loses his way.
Milaka is sixteen, and he was searched the fall of his fifteenth turn. When the giant blue touched, all the local children left their duties. This meeting had been scheduled for sometime with the Weyr, so the various parents and instructors did no reprimanding, but simply followed the children outside.
As Milaka lined up with the other children, a large, deep blue head came his way. Not knowing what else to do but not back away, he said, "Hullo!" The dragon pulled back, and a rider beckoned to him. Milaka joined the ranks of those chosen and forced a smile, waving to his mother (who was crying), and his father (looking extraordinarily proud), and his sisters and brothers. After the last few boys were chosen, he was put a-dragonback, and betweened to the Weyr.
At first, Milaka was worried that he wasn't really special enough, qualified really, to be a candidate. He didn't really have any special skills. He could hum a decent tune, and he could plant crops and pick them, and he knew how to ride a runner, but nothing specialized like some of the other candidates. He is still a bit nervous that no dragon will like him enough to be his own, but friends have helped to allieve these self-doubting thoughts.
Do you want this char Searched? Well, he's already at the Weyr, but I would like his search played out with one of the riders.
Color Preference Brown
Name: Mem
Contact Info: prettygrrl186- AIM shirachatool@hotmail.com -MSN mess. and email
How you heard of LW: Erm...I've been playing here for like...six months, or something
Character Information
Name: Milaka
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: Sixteen/Mid-Spring
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Lateo Weyrhold
Rank: Holdbrat
Family:Having a larger family was always a relief for Milaka. It meant that there was always an open ear that belonged to someone his age to talk to. His brother, Lerek, is now seventeen, and his sister, Mwatah, has just Turned thirteen. His littlest brother, Hanlak, is seven, and his youngest sister is only three, and her name is Millem. In a family this size, and with two young children, Milaka never gets a lot of attention, but he doesn't mind
His mother, Milhan, is something of a live-wire, and she takes pride in a clean holding. As a parent, she was the authoritarian type, and her children always knew her word was law. If she said to them, "go wash your hands for supper," it meant, "when you get back, your filthy mitts had better be pristine, and your nails better sparkle so that they blind me." However, she was always a loving mother, and always smiled at her children.
The children's father, Lemorik, was a bit more loose, and certainly more comical. Luckily for his offspring, they don't seem to have inherited his clumbsiness, for which their mother always teases him. Milaka could always wheedle an extra mark from him for a Gather, and the other two older children were just as slick. Unbeknownst to them, he always knew their plans, he just couldn't say no. Luckily for him, his children never took advantage of him unfairly.
The relationship between Milhan and Lemorik was an odd, if enviable, one. Though they have their obvious differences, they have maintained a highly loving and caring relationship easily. This has provided thier children with a good home to grow up in, and is the reason they have turned out so stable.
Pets: None. Milhan told each of her kids that five children is "pets" enough.
Appearance: Though he is from a Southern hold, his skin is only lightly tanned. He is not too dissimilar to the Terran European-Saxon male. His hair is a natural mix of dirty blonds and browns, and, if he doesn't take regular baths, his hair has a tendency to look somewhat dirty. He keeps it in a non-messy style, finger-combed forward. He is tender-headed, and he likes for people to "play" with his hair, which consists of them finger-combing it more.
His eyes are a kind of cobalt blue, not too deep, and yet, not piercing blue. They are calm. The eye-shape itself is normal and his eyes are not yet wrinkled, though his genetics show that someday, they will have more wrinkles than an old Auntie. His eyebrows, usually held high in jest, can also be seen furrowed in deep thought. He has a heart-shaped face, with thin lips. His smile is genuine, though often given. His nose has a thin bridge, and then widens, giving his nostrils a natural flared look. His ears are little, and he has detached earlobes.
He has a smaller body type, and is sort of lanky. However, "lanky" doesn't mean "weak" for Milaka. His arms hide good-sized muscles, and his legs are stronger than they appear. His muscles don't ever show unless he flexes them, giving him his lanky appearance. He stands at about 5'6", and commands 177 pounds of bone, fat, and muscle.
Personality: Milaka is an easy-going young man. Milaka is friendly, though often a smartass. He often pokes fun at people as a way of breaking ice when he first meets them, and it is then people decide if they like him or not.
He likes to laugh, and he likes to be around people. He doesn't "want to hear" about their supposed "woes," and he doesn't like Sob Stories. Milaka is a good friend, and will listen to troubles, but that is not all he likes to do.
Milaka has faults like everyone else, and his fault is rudeness. If he is involved in a conversation that he doesn't like and he can't change the subject, then he simply walks away from the talker. If someone says or does something stupid, he will inform the person of the error.
Having grown up in a hold, Milaka has somewhat more conservative views than a weyrchild would, although since he grew up in a weyrhold, they are a bit more relaxed than the other holders' views.
History: Being the middle child has given Milaka his good personality and sense of humor. In a family where the parents don't often have enough time for all the children, a child must often learn how to amuse himself. Making friends is also important for survival in such a family, and especially for middle children.
Milaka is the second child to his parents, and he had a normal birth, with only one complication: he came out late. Though the healer did not "induce" birth, Milaka was late by ten days. It is a joke between his parents that in the womb is where Milaka began to learn to shirk his duties, the first one being birth. Though Milaka is a responsible young man, he sometimes slides and slithers from chores. This will change with age.
When Milaka was about five years of age, he became lost in one of the many crop fields that surround Lateo Weyrhold. He had followed his six-year old brother in, expecting a good time, and was quickly separated from him. Lerek, of course, made a joke of it, and ran in circles around his brother, making scary sounds and being an idiot. They were supposed to have been picking the crops, and Milhan couldn't see over the tall stalks to watch her children, and was also preoccupied with Mwatah, then just barely turned two. Their father was bartering with local merchants.
As Milaka ran around the field, he screamed and cried, and Lerek realized his joke was no longer funny. He ran to his brother, and took him back to the holding, where Lerek recieved a proper spanking for his mischief. Even now, panic builds in Milaka's veins if he loses his way.
Milaka is sixteen, and he was searched the fall of his fifteenth turn. When the giant blue touched, all the local children left their duties. This meeting had been scheduled for sometime with the Weyr, so the various parents and instructors did no reprimanding, but simply followed the children outside.
As Milaka lined up with the other children, a large, deep blue head came his way. Not knowing what else to do but not back away, he said, "Hullo!" The dragon pulled back, and a rider beckoned to him. Milaka joined the ranks of those chosen and forced a smile, waving to his mother (who was crying), and his father (looking extraordinarily proud), and his sisters and brothers. After the last few boys were chosen, he was put a-dragonback, and betweened to the Weyr.
At first, Milaka was worried that he wasn't really special enough, qualified really, to be a candidate. He didn't really have any special skills. He could hum a decent tune, and he could plant crops and pick them, and he knew how to ride a runner, but nothing specialized like some of the other candidates. He is still a bit nervous that no dragon will like him enough to be his own, but friends have helped to allieve these self-doubting thoughts.
Do you want this char Searched? Well, he's already at the Weyr, but I would like his search played out with one of the riders.
Color Preference Brown