Post by catnip on Nov 7, 2012 21:08:14 GMT -5
Name: Daken
Age: 7 (Late Winter)
Sex and Gender: Male
Sexual and Romantic Orientations: None yet
Species: Tailed- Bear
Rank and Craft: Weyrbrat
Place of Birth: Cat's Paw Weyr
Current Location: Cat's Paw Weyr
Family: Father: A'ken of Red Alith (Age 32); Mother: Dalia; Exile (Age 26) (is not in life); Half Siblings- A'den of Green Kanith (Age 18); Candidate Relken (Age 14); Beastcrafter Apprentice Akelia (Age 12); Saken; Age 2
Pets: Blue Firelizard with unusually large wings ; Rumble
Hair:Cream Blond, no particular style, short
Eyes: Dark brown; human
Height and Build: 3'9; Pudgy
Appearance: Daken is an average size boy, though he's a bit on the pudgy side. When he's grown, he'll lean towards a muscular athletic build, but for now, he hasn't grown into it.
He's covered with a short coat of white fur, with ears and tail to match. His eyes are dark brown, but not animalistic, and his teeth are also human. His hair is a creamy blond, just a shade darker than his white fur, and while short, is not cut in any particular style.
His clothing is nothing spectacular, hand me downs from his brothers, but they are well mended, with brightly colored patches.
Personality: A quiet introvert, Daken prefers to watch and listen to people talk rather than engage in much conversation, although he will put in his two marks' worth when asked. He has a quiet sort of confidence, something that just gives the feeling that he'll accomplish whatever task that he's set out to do.
He's a fast learner, and tends to be willing to take on any job he's asked to do, no matter how boring, dirty, or whatever the job might be. He enjoys learning things that he doesn't know, and thus has a wide skill base, though he's not really good at anything. He makes up for his lack of talent by being a hard worker, doing his best at whatever it is he's doing. He's not the strongest of people, but since most of his duties aren't that strenuous, it isn't much of a trouble.
He's fairly clumsy, and it isn't unusual to see the boy in the infirmary, having his cuts and scrapes treated. He's pretty calm about it, not fussing at all, and he often brings 'gifts', pretty flowers and shiny rocks, to those who've helped him.
History: It was a stormy night that Daken was born, in a worn down abandoned cothold where he and his mother were the only occupants. Thankfully, it had been an easy birth, and they remained there until his mother had healed. Then they moved on.
It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't going to be able to take care of the boy properly, and after only a little bit of thought, began the long journey to the weyr. He was the son of a dragonrider, one whom she had seduced at a gather, and luckily had gotten his name and home weyr from. The child would have a better life growing up there, and she would be able to survive without having to worry about taking care of him.
She would remain at the weyr only long enough to explain that the boy was the rider's son, and then would vanish, never to be seen again.
With no other option, A'ker turned Daken over to the creche, knowing that he didn't have time to raise a young child. He would still make time to visit, and bring gifts, and even occasionally takes the boy out to gathers and on adventures.
It was on one of these adventures that he and his father found a wild clutch of eggs, and after they brought them back to the weyr, Daken was allowed to pick one. It hatched a blue, much to everyone's relief, and his father has been giving him lessons on how to take care of him.
Age: 7 (Late Winter)
Sex and Gender: Male
Sexual and Romantic Orientations: None yet
Species: Tailed- Bear
Rank and Craft: Weyrbrat
Place of Birth: Cat's Paw Weyr
Current Location: Cat's Paw Weyr
Family: Father: A'ken of Red Alith (Age 32); Mother: Dalia; Exile (Age 26) (is not in life); Half Siblings- A'den of Green Kanith (Age 18); Candidate Relken (Age 14); Beastcrafter Apprentice Akelia (Age 12); Saken; Age 2
Pets: Blue Firelizard with unusually large wings ; Rumble
Hair:Cream Blond, no particular style, short
Eyes: Dark brown; human
Height and Build: 3'9; Pudgy
Appearance: Daken is an average size boy, though he's a bit on the pudgy side. When he's grown, he'll lean towards a muscular athletic build, but for now, he hasn't grown into it.
He's covered with a short coat of white fur, with ears and tail to match. His eyes are dark brown, but not animalistic, and his teeth are also human. His hair is a creamy blond, just a shade darker than his white fur, and while short, is not cut in any particular style.
His clothing is nothing spectacular, hand me downs from his brothers, but they are well mended, with brightly colored patches.
Personality: A quiet introvert, Daken prefers to watch and listen to people talk rather than engage in much conversation, although he will put in his two marks' worth when asked. He has a quiet sort of confidence, something that just gives the feeling that he'll accomplish whatever task that he's set out to do.
He's a fast learner, and tends to be willing to take on any job he's asked to do, no matter how boring, dirty, or whatever the job might be. He enjoys learning things that he doesn't know, and thus has a wide skill base, though he's not really good at anything. He makes up for his lack of talent by being a hard worker, doing his best at whatever it is he's doing. He's not the strongest of people, but since most of his duties aren't that strenuous, it isn't much of a trouble.
He's fairly clumsy, and it isn't unusual to see the boy in the infirmary, having his cuts and scrapes treated. He's pretty calm about it, not fussing at all, and he often brings 'gifts', pretty flowers and shiny rocks, to those who've helped him.
History: It was a stormy night that Daken was born, in a worn down abandoned cothold where he and his mother were the only occupants. Thankfully, it had been an easy birth, and they remained there until his mother had healed. Then they moved on.
It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't going to be able to take care of the boy properly, and after only a little bit of thought, began the long journey to the weyr. He was the son of a dragonrider, one whom she had seduced at a gather, and luckily had gotten his name and home weyr from. The child would have a better life growing up there, and she would be able to survive without having to worry about taking care of him.
She would remain at the weyr only long enough to explain that the boy was the rider's son, and then would vanish, never to be seen again.
With no other option, A'ker turned Daken over to the creche, knowing that he didn't have time to raise a young child. He would still make time to visit, and bring gifts, and even occasionally takes the boy out to gathers and on adventures.
It was on one of these adventures that he and his father found a wild clutch of eggs, and after they brought them back to the weyr, Daken was allowed to pick one. It hatched a blue, much to everyone's relief, and his father has been giving him lessons on how to take care of him.
