Post by namelesslilly on Nov 14, 2005 14:54:44 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Nameless Lilly
Character Information
Name: T'mor (Tomar)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 14 (born in spring)
Orientation: strait
Location: Lateo
Rank: Candidate, Weyrbrat, Wood Worker
Family: Tomar is an only child but lives with both his mother who was a stand in for his father when his blue flew a green with a male rider.
Pets: none
Appearance: Tomar is very small for his age, looking to be about 10 rather then his full 14 turns. He stands at 4’1” and has not hit his first growth spurt yet, he also only ways about 100lbs soaking wet. His hair is a shaggy Blond that is rarely ever kept in any semblance of the word neat. Over all there is nothing about his appearance that would make him stand out in anyone’s mind or memory other then his eyes which have a habit of catching everyone’s attention; they are two different colors, one blue and the other green. he is very out going and talkative, with a trouble making streak and a disposition of, ‘at least I’m not in trouble… yet.’ Tomar is a laugh to be around with his constant stream of story’s and wild hand gestures to amplify them. Tomar can usually be found in clothes that are way to big for him in shades of bright blue or green.
Personality: Tomar is a trouble maker a bit of a pick-pocket and a none stop talker. Who doesn’t mind doing chores for punishment, though he grumbles like he dose so the others wont catch on. He is generally a very cheerful boy, who hardly ever gets mad at anything. The one thing that dose make him mad however are when people tadle on him or pick on Temor, his best friend who never fights back. A pleasure to be around Tomar has made a habit of flirting with every girl in the weyr at least once, and he can’t wait for the growth spurt his mother keeps promising so that people will take him more seriously.
History: Tomar was born in Lateo Weyr when his mother stood in for a flight between to male riders, and though they are close nether his mother or father hold any real ties between each other then their son and the occasional nighttime visit. And so Tomar has lived a relatively normal Weyr life, doing his chores even if he only puts half his effort into them, preferring to laze about and talk to anyone who is willing to lesson. Despite his talkative nature however Tomar never really sot out any permanent friends, But in the case of Temor he didn’t have to. The two boys ran into each other quite literally when Tomar was 8 turns old, he was running down the hall with an arm full of stolen pastries when he came belting around the corner to run head long into Temor dropping pastries everywhere. The boy seemed to be the mirror image of Tomar the only difference being his shaggy brown hare and chocolate eyes instead of Tomar’s blond hair and mismatched 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 the head woman come bustling along. Eyes wide in fake fear, Tomar looked thought the key hole to see that Temor had 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.
When he turned 10 Temor was taken in as a Tanner in training but Tomar instead took on training with the wood worker at Lateo. There he discovered a talent for widdeling he never knew he had. This is the only job he is really dedicated to, helping in making many of the small wooden things seen though out the Weyr. His creations can be distinguished though the little sleeping dragon carved somewhere on the object.
But now the boys are both 14 despite there appearances and both are egerly awaiting there turn on the sands.
Color Preference no real preference. "Impreshion"
Name: Nameless Lilly
Character Information
Name: T'mor (Tomar)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 14 (born in spring)
Orientation: strait
Location: Lateo
Rank: Candidate, Weyrbrat, Wood Worker
Family: Tomar is an only child but lives with both his mother who was a stand in for his father when his blue flew a green with a male rider.
Pets: none
Appearance: Tomar is very small for his age, looking to be about 10 rather then his full 14 turns. He stands at 4’1” and has not hit his first growth spurt yet, he also only ways about 100lbs soaking wet. His hair is a shaggy Blond that is rarely ever kept in any semblance of the word neat. Over all there is nothing about his appearance that would make him stand out in anyone’s mind or memory other then his eyes which have a habit of catching everyone’s attention; they are two different colors, one blue and the other green. he is very out going and talkative, with a trouble making streak and a disposition of, ‘at least I’m not in trouble… yet.’ Tomar is a laugh to be around with his constant stream of story’s and wild hand gestures to amplify them. Tomar can usually be found in clothes that are way to big for him in shades of bright blue or green.
Personality: Tomar is a trouble maker a bit of a pick-pocket and a none stop talker. Who doesn’t mind doing chores for punishment, though he grumbles like he dose so the others wont catch on. He is generally a very cheerful boy, who hardly ever gets mad at anything. The one thing that dose make him mad however are when people tadle on him or pick on Temor, his best friend who never fights back. A pleasure to be around Tomar has made a habit of flirting with every girl in the weyr at least once, and he can’t wait for the growth spurt his mother keeps promising so that people will take him more seriously.
History: Tomar was born in Lateo Weyr when his mother stood in for a flight between to male riders, and though they are close nether his mother or father hold any real ties between each other then their son and the occasional nighttime visit. And so Tomar has lived a relatively normal Weyr life, doing his chores even if he only puts half his effort into them, preferring to laze about and talk to anyone who is willing to lesson. Despite his talkative nature however Tomar never really sot out any permanent friends, But in the case of Temor he didn’t have to. The two boys ran into each other quite literally when Tomar was 8 turns old, he was running down the hall with an arm full of stolen pastries when he came belting around the corner to run head long into Temor dropping pastries everywhere. The boy seemed to be the mirror image of Tomar the only difference being his shaggy brown hare and chocolate eyes instead of Tomar’s blond hair and mismatched 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 the head woman come bustling along. Eyes wide in fake fear, Tomar looked thought the key hole to see that Temor had 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.
When he turned 10 Temor was taken in as a Tanner in training but Tomar instead took on training with the wood worker at Lateo. There he discovered a talent for widdeling he never knew he had. This is the only job he is really dedicated to, helping in making many of the small wooden things seen though out the Weyr. His creations can be distinguished though the little sleeping dragon carved somewhere on the object.
But now the boys are both 14 despite there appearances and both are egerly awaiting there turn on the sands.
Color Preference no real preference. "Impreshion"