Post by shawncameron on Nov 14, 2005 14:27:40 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Shawn
Contact Info: DragonShadow5835@msn.com
How you heard of LW: in the long long ago
Character Information
Name: Killian
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 20, winter baby
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Apprentice Harper.
Location: Harper Hall
Affiliation: Killian is rather neutral. He will not try to force anyone into anything so long as they do the same for him. He has seen to much violence to want to cause more.
Standing: Killian has faith in the dragonriders and their purpose. He knows that there has been a Long Interval like this before and that Thread will fall again.
Family: Killian is the 5th child in a family of 7 children having 3 older brothers 1 older sister 1younger brother and 1 younger sister. His mother is one of the resident healers in Ista Hold, with her daughter working under her. His father is a fisher and trader spending a lot of time at sea.
Mother- Katerina 46
Father- Noront 48
Sister- Beca 28
Brother- Vinren 26
Brother- Certain 24
Brother- Xicorn 22
KIllian- 20
Brother- Zantar 18
Sister- Lanira 16
Pets: none yet, though I am still thinking up a way to get him a flit
Appearance: Killian is of medium height, standing at 5'9". He has a slim though muscular frame, with strong arms and legs. His hair is naturally an ashy gray, as though he had stood by a fire for to long. (This may sound unlikely but I met a man barely a month ago who had hair like this. He was only 22 and it was so cool I had to use it.) that hangs in front of his eyes, usual tickling his nose, this is all it dose as it isn't really long, just long enough to get in the way but to short to keep all of it behind his ears. But even his strange hair color doesn't catch people's attention quite like his eyes do. They are black, and they seem to see right through you into your very soul. This is impossible however as Killian is completely blind. His body shows many small scars where the rocks and the accident that blinded him had been embedded in his skin, but all of these are hidden by his loose normally white tunics and brown pants. Killian can always be found with either his guitar or violin strapped across his back, some times both, he also always has his staff. This staff was a gift from his uncle and is made of plain hard wood and stands at an even Six feet, being barely taller then Killian himself.
Personality: Killian can usually be found with a smile on his face. Considering his past, it is rather surprising to most that he can be so cheerful, but to the public eye Killian is as happy and polite as any good Holder boy. When he is alone however it is a different story as Killian is constantly haunted by nightmares and the memories of his acsedent having only been a child. Always addressing people as mi'lady and mi'lord Killian can get a little annoying to some, not that he cares, he just smiles and apologizes by saying, "sorry mi'lord" this is do to a few factors, for one his mother made a point to ingrate it in his head that as long as he was a child every adult needed to be addressed as such, when she fostered him he continued to think this way with the added effect that deep down in side he thinks that because he can no longer see that he is some how lower then the rest of the people he lives with. Killian fears only three things, creepy crawlies crawling on him, watter sudenly and unexpectadly splasing on him, and hurting or losing someone he cares about. Killian would cut off his own arm to help anyone in his new Hall, but is not that forgiving of people who dare to hurt someone he knows, though at the moment he only has two people he would call friends one is a young drudge girl who is only 10 terns old and the other is his favorite Master, Ramon who teaches guitar and singing.
History: Killian was born the fifth child in a family of seven children, so it is understandable to say that he never received a lot of special attention. With seven children it is also understandable that Killian’s family never had much marks to be spent frivolously, but they never did go hungry. And so Killian lived a normal happy life on Ista Island, playing on the beach with his siblings for as long as he could remember. Until he was 8 turns old.
It was mid summer when the accident happened, Killian and two of his older brothers where going out for a swim in there usual spot, a rather dangerous cliff the local children liked to jump from despite or maybe even because of the risks. On a clear day it wasn’t difficult for the children to jump out past the over hang and completely miss the small hidden rocks below, but this day was not a normal day.
It had started out sunny enough with a cool breeze to cool the skin after baking in the hot sun. the boys hung there spare cloths and towels on a dead tree that hung just to the side of there jumping spot ready to spend the hole day doing nothing but swimming and sunning. But as the day wore on dark clouds started for form not far out to sea, the boys played them no head however, to busy with there fun. But soon the wind began to pick up and the water became choppy.
Resigned to the fact that there good day was to be cut short the boys managed to putt off the inevitable and continue swimming until it started to rain and the wind picked up even more. When they could no longer swim they finally gave up and made the long trek made even more difficult by the stinging rain up the cliff and towards there clothes. Talking amongst themselves the older boys took full advantage as they always did of their younger brother being there, making him go get the now wet cloths wile they stood under a near by bolder sheltered from the rain. After a quickly settled argument Killian did as he was told trudging though the slick mud up to the tree to get their things.
He had everything piled up to the side, making sure to put his brothers things on the bottom of said pile, while he reached for the last towel which was being wiped to and fro by the now howling wind. Lightning flashed somewhere in the distance to illuminate for just a moment the startled look on the young boys face as the trees roots gave out from under him. With a powerful gust of wind and another flash of lightning the tree tumbled into the ocean taking Killian with it. Completely shocked, Killian turned in mid air only to land face first in the churning water.
He snapped his eyes shut but to late, as his head seemed to burst with the pain of the full on contact with the salt water, as the ocean tossed him about, causing the branches of the tree he was still tangled in to cut him in a thousand different places. The boy had enough sense about him to cover his face with his bare chest and back taking the full brunt of the assault from both the tree and the ocean.
Killian never saw his brothers pull him out of the water, he didn’t even wake up until the next evening, but his entire world had changed. He couldn’t move for the three broken ribs and the cuts all about his body, but more then that, Killian found himself unable to focus his eyes on anything, everything seemed to be covered with a misty haze that got darker and darker with each passing day until all was blackness.
His other injuries healed at a normal rate, until nothing was left but a thousand little scars where the rocks and wood had bit into him, but there was nothing his mother could do for his eyes. They tried to manage, but with six other children plus work his mother soon had a nerves break down, unable to care for both her eight turn old son and her other charges. She quickly sent a message to Fort Hold and the Healer Hall and Harper Halls. Her uncle worked at the Harper Hall and if he was willing to foster the child then she could rest easy knowing that he would be surrounded by Healers and music, as listening was the only thing she thought he could do anymore.
To her great relief Konar agreed to take the boy in and Killian, now 10 turns old, found himself on the next ship to the main continent, and then on the next caravan to Fort Hold. He tried to stay out of everyone’s way on both trips and managed it for the most part, with the people ignoring him almost as though he was both def and mute in addition to being blind. This was not true of coarse and Killian did not waist his time on this trip, putting all of his concentration on recognizing the voice patterns of the sailors, along with there individual smells and sounds, he did the same on the caravan making himself memorize the different ascents of the different holds they passed along the way.
Once he arrived at Fort Killian found himself in a completely different environment, with healers all around to help him, though he soon found out that though their intentions where good, they did nothing but coddle him. His uncle a kind if gruff old man noticed this as well and also seemed to be the only one who noticed how upset it was making his great nephew. And so Konar wasted no time in taking Killian out of the healer hall and into the Harper Hall where he worked as one of the head cooks.
Determent to be strong in the faces of the people around him, .Killian never once had a chance to really paddy himself the lose of his site, instead he buried that emotion and went to work in anyway he could. But sadly he only seemed to be in the way having not gotten completely used to his surroundings yet. That all changed, when Killian turned 11 however as that was the Turn Master Ramon returned to the hall. The man almost instantly took Killian under his wing, training him and then convincing the other masters to make him an Apprentice.
That was 9 turns ago and now Killian is 20 turns living happily in the Hall with his few friends and rough old Uncle, working daily to prove to himself if not to anyone else that he can be a wonderful Harper despite his handicap.
Name: Shawn
Contact Info: DragonShadow5835@msn.com
How you heard of LW: in the long long ago
Character Information
Name: Killian
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 20, winter baby
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Apprentice Harper.
Location: Harper Hall
Affiliation: Killian is rather neutral. He will not try to force anyone into anything so long as they do the same for him. He has seen to much violence to want to cause more.
Standing: Killian has faith in the dragonriders and their purpose. He knows that there has been a Long Interval like this before and that Thread will fall again.
Family: Killian is the 5th child in a family of 7 children having 3 older brothers 1 older sister 1younger brother and 1 younger sister. His mother is one of the resident healers in Ista Hold, with her daughter working under her. His father is a fisher and trader spending a lot of time at sea.
Mother- Katerina 46
Father- Noront 48
Sister- Beca 28
Brother- Vinren 26
Brother- Certain 24
Brother- Xicorn 22
KIllian- 20
Brother- Zantar 18
Sister- Lanira 16
Pets: none yet, though I am still thinking up a way to get him a flit
Appearance: Killian is of medium height, standing at 5'9". He has a slim though muscular frame, with strong arms and legs. His hair is naturally an ashy gray, as though he had stood by a fire for to long. (This may sound unlikely but I met a man barely a month ago who had hair like this. He was only 22 and it was so cool I had to use it.) that hangs in front of his eyes, usual tickling his nose, this is all it dose as it isn't really long, just long enough to get in the way but to short to keep all of it behind his ears. But even his strange hair color doesn't catch people's attention quite like his eyes do. They are black, and they seem to see right through you into your very soul. This is impossible however as Killian is completely blind. His body shows many small scars where the rocks and the accident that blinded him had been embedded in his skin, but all of these are hidden by his loose normally white tunics and brown pants. Killian can always be found with either his guitar or violin strapped across his back, some times both, he also always has his staff. This staff was a gift from his uncle and is made of plain hard wood and stands at an even Six feet, being barely taller then Killian himself.
Personality: Killian can usually be found with a smile on his face. Considering his past, it is rather surprising to most that he can be so cheerful, but to the public eye Killian is as happy and polite as any good Holder boy. When he is alone however it is a different story as Killian is constantly haunted by nightmares and the memories of his acsedent having only been a child. Always addressing people as mi'lady and mi'lord Killian can get a little annoying to some, not that he cares, he just smiles and apologizes by saying, "sorry mi'lord" this is do to a few factors, for one his mother made a point to ingrate it in his head that as long as he was a child every adult needed to be addressed as such, when she fostered him he continued to think this way with the added effect that deep down in side he thinks that because he can no longer see that he is some how lower then the rest of the people he lives with. Killian fears only three things, creepy crawlies crawling on him, watter sudenly and unexpectadly splasing on him, and hurting or losing someone he cares about. Killian would cut off his own arm to help anyone in his new Hall, but is not that forgiving of people who dare to hurt someone he knows, though at the moment he only has two people he would call friends one is a young drudge girl who is only 10 terns old and the other is his favorite Master, Ramon who teaches guitar and singing.
History: Killian was born the fifth child in a family of seven children, so it is understandable to say that he never received a lot of special attention. With seven children it is also understandable that Killian’s family never had much marks to be spent frivolously, but they never did go hungry. And so Killian lived a normal happy life on Ista Island, playing on the beach with his siblings for as long as he could remember. Until he was 8 turns old.
It was mid summer when the accident happened, Killian and two of his older brothers where going out for a swim in there usual spot, a rather dangerous cliff the local children liked to jump from despite or maybe even because of the risks. On a clear day it wasn’t difficult for the children to jump out past the over hang and completely miss the small hidden rocks below, but this day was not a normal day.
It had started out sunny enough with a cool breeze to cool the skin after baking in the hot sun. the boys hung there spare cloths and towels on a dead tree that hung just to the side of there jumping spot ready to spend the hole day doing nothing but swimming and sunning. But as the day wore on dark clouds started for form not far out to sea, the boys played them no head however, to busy with there fun. But soon the wind began to pick up and the water became choppy.
Resigned to the fact that there good day was to be cut short the boys managed to putt off the inevitable and continue swimming until it started to rain and the wind picked up even more. When they could no longer swim they finally gave up and made the long trek made even more difficult by the stinging rain up the cliff and towards there clothes. Talking amongst themselves the older boys took full advantage as they always did of their younger brother being there, making him go get the now wet cloths wile they stood under a near by bolder sheltered from the rain. After a quickly settled argument Killian did as he was told trudging though the slick mud up to the tree to get their things.
He had everything piled up to the side, making sure to put his brothers things on the bottom of said pile, while he reached for the last towel which was being wiped to and fro by the now howling wind. Lightning flashed somewhere in the distance to illuminate for just a moment the startled look on the young boys face as the trees roots gave out from under him. With a powerful gust of wind and another flash of lightning the tree tumbled into the ocean taking Killian with it. Completely shocked, Killian turned in mid air only to land face first in the churning water.
He snapped his eyes shut but to late, as his head seemed to burst with the pain of the full on contact with the salt water, as the ocean tossed him about, causing the branches of the tree he was still tangled in to cut him in a thousand different places. The boy had enough sense about him to cover his face with his bare chest and back taking the full brunt of the assault from both the tree and the ocean.
Killian never saw his brothers pull him out of the water, he didn’t even wake up until the next evening, but his entire world had changed. He couldn’t move for the three broken ribs and the cuts all about his body, but more then that, Killian found himself unable to focus his eyes on anything, everything seemed to be covered with a misty haze that got darker and darker with each passing day until all was blackness.
His other injuries healed at a normal rate, until nothing was left but a thousand little scars where the rocks and wood had bit into him, but there was nothing his mother could do for his eyes. They tried to manage, but with six other children plus work his mother soon had a nerves break down, unable to care for both her eight turn old son and her other charges. She quickly sent a message to Fort Hold and the Healer Hall and Harper Halls. Her uncle worked at the Harper Hall and if he was willing to foster the child then she could rest easy knowing that he would be surrounded by Healers and music, as listening was the only thing she thought he could do anymore.
To her great relief Konar agreed to take the boy in and Killian, now 10 turns old, found himself on the next ship to the main continent, and then on the next caravan to Fort Hold. He tried to stay out of everyone’s way on both trips and managed it for the most part, with the people ignoring him almost as though he was both def and mute in addition to being blind. This was not true of coarse and Killian did not waist his time on this trip, putting all of his concentration on recognizing the voice patterns of the sailors, along with there individual smells and sounds, he did the same on the caravan making himself memorize the different ascents of the different holds they passed along the way.
Once he arrived at Fort Killian found himself in a completely different environment, with healers all around to help him, though he soon found out that though their intentions where good, they did nothing but coddle him. His uncle a kind if gruff old man noticed this as well and also seemed to be the only one who noticed how upset it was making his great nephew. And so Konar wasted no time in taking Killian out of the healer hall and into the Harper Hall where he worked as one of the head cooks.
Determent to be strong in the faces of the people around him, .Killian never once had a chance to really paddy himself the lose of his site, instead he buried that emotion and went to work in anyway he could. But sadly he only seemed to be in the way having not gotten completely used to his surroundings yet. That all changed, when Killian turned 11 however as that was the Turn Master Ramon returned to the hall. The man almost instantly took Killian under his wing, training him and then convincing the other masters to make him an Apprentice.
That was 9 turns ago and now Killian is 20 turns living happily in the Hall with his few friends and rough old Uncle, working daily to prove to himself if not to anyone else that he can be a wonderful Harper despite his handicap.
