Post by namelesslilly on Nov 14, 2005 14:57:15 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Nameless Lilly
Character Information
Name: T'mor (Temor)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 14 (born in winter)
Orientation: strait though he is not quiet mature enough to know yet ^_-
Location: Lateo
Rank: Candidate, Drudge, apprentic tanner
Family: Temor is the youngest of 12 children, all of which are drudges in some Weyr Hold or another. He is still in contact with his mother vea her flit and though he heres news about his siblings he had never met any of them. though not really Family Tomar is the closest thing Temor has to a brother.
Pets: none
Appearance: Temor is very small for his age, looking to be about 10 rather then his full 14 turns. He stands at an even 4’ and has not hit his first growth spurt yet, he also only ways about 95lbs soaking wet. His hair is a shaggy brown to match his chocolate eyes. Over all there is nothing about his appearance that would make him stand out in anyone’s mind or memory and that is just they way he likes it. Though he is very shy and never talks, Temor is always smiling. With a disposition of, ‘it could always be worse.’ Temor is a pleasur to be around even if he dose not speak when spoken to but mearly nodds or makes other facale expretions. Temor can usually be found in clothes that are way to big for him in shades of brown an gray.
Personality: Despite the fact that almost everyone in the Weyr thinks him mute Temor can talk, he just chooses not to. When he dose it comes in short one to three word sentences and tends to shock those around him. Ironically Temor has attracted one friend and many companions who talk a lot, perhaps this is because they don’t have to worry about being interrupted or perhaps it is because he responds in just the right way in just the right places. Now I say companions because, though Temor has lived his entire remembered life in the Weyr he has only made one real friend in Tomar. The thing is that most people never really seek him out for company and he never seeks anyone else out, most of his conversations, if they can be called that occur because he was in the right place at the right time, usually doing chores as Temor is a workaholic getting all of his real pleasure in life by seeing a job done and done well.
History: Temor was born the youngest of 12 children, to a woman who though she loved them all could not keep them all. And so when he was born he was fostered away to the Weyr to work as a drudge and perhaps to get an opportunity his mother could not give him on her own. Out of his brothers and sisters only three live with his mother, four are fully grown and living on there own, and the other four are fostered to various weyrholds. Temor has never met any of his siblings though he knows them very well, through the regular letters with his mother and even with his older sister who managed to impress herself a golden flit.
He lives a happy life everyday, getting all of the family love and comfort he could ever want though his letters. It is because of this easy contentment that Temor has never looked for any other companions amongst the drudges or the weyrbrats. But in the case of Tomar he didn’t have to. The two boys ran into each other quite literally with Temor was 8 turns old, he was on his way down to clean the stables when the boy came belting around the corner to run head long into him dropping pastries everywhere. The boy seemed to be the mirror image of Temor the only difference being his shaggy blond hare and mismatched eyes instead of Temor’s brown hair and chocolate eyes. The boys met gazes only momentarily before the voice of the head woman came bellowing down the hall, “that is the last time Tomar! You will wait for desert like everyone else!” they both could tell that the woman was still a distance away and both hurried to hide the pasties away in the nearest empty room. At the last moment Temor pushed Tomar into the room as well before looking down the hall to see the head woman come bustling along. Eyes wide in fake fear, Temor stood strait and pointed down the hall, in the direction Tomar had been running. She took the bate and Temor and Tomar where friends from that day on, with Tomar doing most if not all of the talking and dragging Temor in to all the kinds of mischief he would have never gotten in before.
Two turns latter Temor was taken in to work under the Weyr Tanner, where he is learning to work with all kinds of leather in all kinds of ways, repairing riding straps and anything else he can do, as well as scraping and stretching the raw hide of slaughtered heard beasts.
But now the boys are both 14 despite there appearances and both are eagerly awaiting there turn on the sands.
Color Preference no real preference.
Name: Nameless Lilly
Character Information
Name: T'mor (Temor)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 14 (born in winter)
Orientation: strait though he is not quiet mature enough to know yet ^_-
Location: Lateo
Rank: Candidate, Drudge, apprentic tanner
Family: Temor is the youngest of 12 children, all of which are drudges in some Weyr Hold or another. He is still in contact with his mother vea her flit and though he heres news about his siblings he had never met any of them. though not really Family Tomar is the closest thing Temor has to a brother.
Pets: none
Appearance: Temor is very small for his age, looking to be about 10 rather then his full 14 turns. He stands at an even 4’ and has not hit his first growth spurt yet, he also only ways about 95lbs soaking wet. His hair is a shaggy brown to match his chocolate eyes. Over all there is nothing about his appearance that would make him stand out in anyone’s mind or memory and that is just they way he likes it. Though he is very shy and never talks, Temor is always smiling. With a disposition of, ‘it could always be worse.’ Temor is a pleasur to be around even if he dose not speak when spoken to but mearly nodds or makes other facale expretions. Temor can usually be found in clothes that are way to big for him in shades of brown an gray.
Personality: Despite the fact that almost everyone in the Weyr thinks him mute Temor can talk, he just chooses not to. When he dose it comes in short one to three word sentences and tends to shock those around him. Ironically Temor has attracted one friend and many companions who talk a lot, perhaps this is because they don’t have to worry about being interrupted or perhaps it is because he responds in just the right way in just the right places. Now I say companions because, though Temor has lived his entire remembered life in the Weyr he has only made one real friend in Tomar. The thing is that most people never really seek him out for company and he never seeks anyone else out, most of his conversations, if they can be called that occur because he was in the right place at the right time, usually doing chores as Temor is a workaholic getting all of his real pleasure in life by seeing a job done and done well.
History: Temor was born the youngest of 12 children, to a woman who though she loved them all could not keep them all. And so when he was born he was fostered away to the Weyr to work as a drudge and perhaps to get an opportunity his mother could not give him on her own. Out of his brothers and sisters only three live with his mother, four are fully grown and living on there own, and the other four are fostered to various weyrholds. Temor has never met any of his siblings though he knows them very well, through the regular letters with his mother and even with his older sister who managed to impress herself a golden flit.
He lives a happy life everyday, getting all of the family love and comfort he could ever want though his letters. It is because of this easy contentment that Temor has never looked for any other companions amongst the drudges or the weyrbrats. But in the case of Tomar he didn’t have to. The two boys ran into each other quite literally with Temor was 8 turns old, he was on his way down to clean the stables when the boy came belting around the corner to run head long into him dropping pastries everywhere. The boy seemed to be the mirror image of Temor the only difference being his shaggy blond hare and mismatched eyes instead of Temor’s brown hair and chocolate eyes. The boys met gazes only momentarily before the voice of the head woman came bellowing down the hall, “that is the last time Tomar! You will wait for desert like everyone else!” they both could tell that the woman was still a distance away and both hurried to hide the pasties away in the nearest empty room. At the last moment Temor pushed Tomar into the room as well before looking down the hall to see the head woman come bustling along. Eyes wide in fake fear, Temor stood strait and pointed down the hall, in the direction Tomar had been running. She took the bate and Temor and Tomar where friends from that day on, with Tomar doing most if not all of the talking and dragging Temor in to all the kinds of mischief he would have never gotten in before.
Two turns latter Temor was taken in to work under the Weyr Tanner, where he is learning to work with all kinds of leather in all kinds of ways, repairing riding straps and anything else he can do, as well as scraping and stretching the raw hide of slaughtered heard beasts.
But now the boys are both 14 despite there appearances and both are eagerly awaiting there turn on the sands.
Color Preference no real preference.