Post by Gemini on Feb 11, 2008 23:52:15 GMT -5
((My first thread submission thing kaput'd out on me, not sure if it worked, so sorry if I accidentally double-submitted))
Name: Dain
Age: Sixteen Turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight and yet to get proven otherwise
Rank: Candidate/Artist Apprentice
Hair: Dain has light brown hair bordering on blonde, worn short and messy
Eyes: Green, almost foresty
Height: 5'3"~ish. He's short and hates admitting it.
Over-All: Dain, as one might guess by his personality, is a sharding little ray of sunshine. He constantly has a smile on his face, only gone when he's either unconscious or in those brief, brief moments of seriously or sadness and one can barely look at him without smiling back or laughing.
Partially due to his small size, he looks much younger than he really is. His outer appearance shows little signs of maturity and he's the sort of boy who tends to get beat up a lot (or, in an Earthling school, shoved into lockers!). While not ugly by any means, he can't be called handsome. Cute would be the proper word. His hands, strangely enough, are the most handsome part on him. They're almost similar to a musician's, but adapted to work with artist's tools.
His clothes are perfectly fitted for one his size, which, in turn, make his small stature almost unbearingly apparent. While most of his wardrobe is simple--the typical breeches and tunics--he does have one jacket that stands out. One day he decided to cover it with random bits and pieces he found, creating what can only be called the oddest wearable work of art around. No matter how many stares it attracts, he can't bring himself to get rid of it and he wears it every chance he gets.
Dain is a bit of a dimglow. He hears things well enough, but they tend to go in one ear and hang themselves somewhere in his mind. Some say he's confused, others say utterly naive, most say he's just plain stupid. Each is right, although the latter is a little less. He does, on occasion, show a spark of brilliance. On occasion.
Thanks to his naivety, he maintains a sense of carefree happiness. It also leads to an almost irrational personality in which any sort of sadness slides off in mere moments only to be replaced with nigh on dumbfounding optimism. Despite all this, he keeps a calm, chipper appearance rather than constantly bouncing off the walls with happiness...unless drunk. Never. Ever. Ever let him near alcohol. Ever. He does not handle it well. If you want to see a grumpy Dain, just give some to him.
In the worst of times, he will show another side, but usually only around those he really likes and trusts. He cares deeply for all of his friends and worries about their well-being nearly all the time.
From early in life, everyone knew that Dain was going to be an artist of some sort. He drew in and on everything he could, from sand to dirt to walls. His parents were overjoyed when he could begin an apprenticeship in art so his creative impulses could be utilized somewhere less messy.
Unfortunately for him, life in the Artist craft didn't go as well as everyone hoped and expected. Dain was a free spirit of the worst kind. When teachers asked him to draw a runnerbeast, for instance, he would obediently start drawing one. It wouldn't be long before that runnerbeast on paper grew wings and headknobs and a long tail and took off into the air as a dragon. While what he could create was fantastic, it was just too 'out there.'
As such, he never got as far as he could have in the artist craft. His life was one big tangent. For now, he continues to just roll with the punches while he waits for something bigger and better to come along, maybe for someone to recognize what talent he has rather than his complete lack of order.
His chance came when a Searchrider came to the Hold. Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped on the chance. He loved being an artist, sure, but he knew that he would never get anywhere stuck in the craft for the rest of his life. So, with decorated jacket in tow, he left. He didn't take any art supplies with him. Instead, he would improvise on materials when he needed them just as he was going to improvise on everything else.
OPTIONAL STUFF
FOR CANDIDATES:
Honorific: D'in
Preferred Color: No preference, really.
General Information
Name: Dain
Age: Sixteen Turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight and yet to get proven otherwise
Rank: Candidate/Artist Apprentice
Appearance
Hair: Dain has light brown hair bordering on blonde, worn short and messy
Eyes: Green, almost foresty
Height: 5'3"~ish. He's short and hates admitting it.
Over-All: Dain, as one might guess by his personality, is a sharding little ray of sunshine. He constantly has a smile on his face, only gone when he's either unconscious or in those brief, brief moments of seriously or sadness and one can barely look at him without smiling back or laughing.
Partially due to his small size, he looks much younger than he really is. His outer appearance shows little signs of maturity and he's the sort of boy who tends to get beat up a lot (or, in an Earthling school, shoved into lockers!). While not ugly by any means, he can't be called handsome. Cute would be the proper word. His hands, strangely enough, are the most handsome part on him. They're almost similar to a musician's, but adapted to work with artist's tools.
His clothes are perfectly fitted for one his size, which, in turn, make his small stature almost unbearingly apparent. While most of his wardrobe is simple--the typical breeches and tunics--he does have one jacket that stands out. One day he decided to cover it with random bits and pieces he found, creating what can only be called the oddest wearable work of art around. No matter how many stares it attracts, he can't bring himself to get rid of it and he wears it every chance he gets.
Personality
Dain is a bit of a dimglow. He hears things well enough, but they tend to go in one ear and hang themselves somewhere in his mind. Some say he's confused, others say utterly naive, most say he's just plain stupid. Each is right, although the latter is a little less. He does, on occasion, show a spark of brilliance. On occasion.
Thanks to his naivety, he maintains a sense of carefree happiness. It also leads to an almost irrational personality in which any sort of sadness slides off in mere moments only to be replaced with nigh on dumbfounding optimism. Despite all this, he keeps a calm, chipper appearance rather than constantly bouncing off the walls with happiness...unless drunk. Never. Ever. Ever let him near alcohol. Ever. He does not handle it well. If you want to see a grumpy Dain, just give some to him.
In the worst of times, he will show another side, but usually only around those he really likes and trusts. He cares deeply for all of his friends and worries about their well-being nearly all the time.
History
From early in life, everyone knew that Dain was going to be an artist of some sort. He drew in and on everything he could, from sand to dirt to walls. His parents were overjoyed when he could begin an apprenticeship in art so his creative impulses could be utilized somewhere less messy.
Unfortunately for him, life in the Artist craft didn't go as well as everyone hoped and expected. Dain was a free spirit of the worst kind. When teachers asked him to draw a runnerbeast, for instance, he would obediently start drawing one. It wouldn't be long before that runnerbeast on paper grew wings and headknobs and a long tail and took off into the air as a dragon. While what he could create was fantastic, it was just too 'out there.'
As such, he never got as far as he could have in the artist craft. His life was one big tangent. For now, he continues to just roll with the punches while he waits for something bigger and better to come along, maybe for someone to recognize what talent he has rather than his complete lack of order.
His chance came when a Searchrider came to the Hold. Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped on the chance. He loved being an artist, sure, but he knew that he would never get anywhere stuck in the craft for the rest of his life. So, with decorated jacket in tow, he left. He didn't take any art supplies with him. Instead, he would improvise on materials when he needed them just as he was going to improvise on everything else.
OPTIONAL STUFF
FOR CANDIDATES:
Honorific: D'in
Preferred Color: No preference, really.
