Post by Boobalicious on Feb 22, 2008 10:11:25 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Jevorin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance
Hair: Light brown/dark blond
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’6
Over-All:
Generally, a nice-looking guy. His hair is of a shade that many people debate the actual name of, ranging from sandy brown to dark blond. It’s short but shaggy, falling in unruly strands around his head and looks as if a cloud of dust would raise from it if touched. Not overly remarkable, it appears rather flat and dull in color. It usually stays clear of his eyes, which are an equally non-descript brown in color, neither dark nor light. They’re framed in short, dark lashes that are neither thick nor thin. Beneath his eyes reside a few faint, solitary freckles that will likely disappear altogether by the time he’s grown. His face is generally round in shape and yet it seems to have a minimal amount of excess fat.
There’s not much going for him build-wise either; standing at an unimpressive 5’6, this boy isn’t making an impression on anyone as far as physicality goes. His build is often hidden with clothes that hang from his form rather than actually fitting him, giving the impression that there’s a half-starved child underneath. While this isn’t really the case, he has very little in the way of actual muscle tone; he’s not exactly skinny or lanky, but he’s not going to win any wrestling matches anytime soon either. Neither long nor short, his limbs seem to fit somewhere in the middle, adding to his altogether nondescript appearance. His skin is a dusty brown in color, implying that he spends the majoirty of his time outside… which isn’t far from the truth.
All-in-all, not one who stands out in a crowd.
Personality
Some might say that Jevorin’s personality matches his appearance: completely boring and nondescript. But there’s much more beneath the surface than he chooses to let on. While he’s not exceptionally outgoing, Jevorin has no qualms about approaching someone, anyone, so long as there’s a reason… or even if his mood dictates that he do so. His is a generally pleasant and accepting personality, choosing to go with the flow and accept life’s ups and downs with minimal fuss. Why fight the inevitable? To some, it may seem like the lad doesn’t care about… well, anything. In some cases this rings true, but not always. To his way of thinking, there are some things worth caring about and some that aren’t. Sometimes this is a boon, as it means he doesn’t get easily ruffled when it comes to trivial matters. Other times, however, it works against him when he deems something as less important than it really is. While he tends to put some things off till later, Jevorin is not what one would call lazy. His slow going, easy-does-it manner may fool some, but anyone who truly knows him is aware of his working methods, which are the same as his outlook on everything else: more important things first. What is important and what isn’t is entirely his to decide, whether it actually is or not… and even if it isn’t, he treats it as such anyway. There’s no convincing him otherwise.
And in this manner, Jevorin might come off as subtly conceited, giving off a ‘my way is best’ air at times when he does things his own way. But it usually works out, and if it doesn’t, then he takes that as a learning experience. Jevorin tends to become caught up in small details, often immersing himself in whatever he’s doing until he’s nearly fainting from hunger and fatigue. It takes another person to tap him on the shoulder and remind him that he hasn’t slept in two days and he should go lie down for a while. This unexpected form of “passion” comes as a surprise to many who meet him as the care-free lad with the easy smile. He’s undeniably gentle and compassionate, though this is something that comes out more readily in the presence of animals.
Needless to say, Jevorin’s intentions are always good; he’s never purposely done anything to even inconvenience anyone, much less endanger them, and he never will. It seems easy for him to pick up friends, as he seems to be the sort that most people tend to feel at ease around. He’s not someone who needs to be impressed. An excellent listener, Jevorin will let someone talk to him all day without saying a word. His calm demeanor prevails even when everyone else is heated into a frenzy, and this is when his observational skills come into play. Even when it seems as if he’s not paying attention to anything but his work, Jevorin’s eyes and ears are always open. But even if he hears something not meant for his ears, he would never use it against anyone, keeping it locked away forever.
His temper is almost non-existent; the most that anyone will ever see in him is a mild irritation, and that’s only in situations that would have most people screaming in fury. Any words that are issued from him during these times are usually harmless, though his irritation usually seeps into his tone and his expression. Unfortunately, he’s the forgiving sort, much more likely to give someone a second, third, or even fourth chance if they plead their case correctly. But eventually, a level head prevails over matters of the heart, and some day their chances will run out for Jevorin never, ever forgets.
History
Jevorin was born in the middle of clear, calm summer night in Sanctum Hold to a Joined couple. He was born the middle child of five, in a bustling and happy family. They were not wealthy or privileged people, but in the medium-sized Hold, they did well enough. His older sisters had already begun apprenticeship as artists by the time he was born. His mother was a harper, his father a beastcrafter who helped to look after the Hold’s runners and herdbeasts. As was usual, Jevorin was adopted into a craft at the age of 4 Turns, his father coming to the decision to teach the boy all he knew about the art of beastcraft.
The young lad seemed to do well in his particular niche within Sanctum Hold. He learned not only how to care for the animals, but also about what ailed them and how to treat it. His father was pleased beyond words with his son’s progress, though his wife cautioned him on pressing the boy too hard in his lessons. Despite the fact that his mother was one of the Hold’s harpers, Jevorin learned his numbers and letters with all the other children. But his true love was the animals, and after lessons, he would dash out to the stable or the pens, wherever his father happened to be.
On his 10th birthing day, the boy got to witness the birth of a foal from one of his father’s most prized broodmares. The foal was a soft charcoal black all over, save for a white sock on the left hind leg and the tiniest of stars in the middle of its forehead. Jevorin was immediately informed that the foal was his own to raise, train, and care for. Never had he been more pleased than that moment. And it was the beginning of a fast friendship. Now, after lessons with the Hold harpers, the boy dashed to the stables to his Starlight. His very own runner.
As he grew, so too did Starlight, into a well-groomed, well-cared for and exceptionally well-trained beast. Jevorin had eyes for nothing else in the Hold. As soon as he was able, he was riding his Starlight through the Hold, though he was generous enough to give the other holdbrats a ride as well. The weyrbrats often weren’t interested. Even as he grew up, Jevorin seemed interested only in his craft; other Hold boys had turned their gazed toward the Hold girls. Oh, Jevorin had plenty of friends who were girls, as well as boys. But he didn’t seem to be as interested in spending the kind of time in the hay loft that the others were. Always the gentleman, he much preferred to stay where suspicious adults could keep an eye on him and their daughters.
By his 15th birthing day, Jevorin had been trusted to help train several foals out of the Hold’s most prized stock, and not just of runners. He was an adept beastcrafter in every aspect of the craft. But just as talk began of perhaps letting him walk the tables early, a dragon appeared on the Hold proper. Likely lads and lasses were being taken to the Weyr as Candidates for the clutch that was currently on the Sands. Jevorin initially had no interest in going, and watched as the dragon flew away with several others from his Hold. But as he did so, something tugged within him. Shrugging it off, the boy went back to his training. But the odd feeling would not leave him be. After a sevenday or so, Jevorin broached the subject to his parents, who listened patiently to their son. Neither of them protested; in fact, they both agreed that, if it was what he wanted, he should go to the Weyr. After all, what family would protest at having a dragonrider in their lineage?
And so with the arrival of the next Searchdragon, the lad was ready. It wasn’t easy to steel himself against releasing Starlight to his father’s care, but he knew the runner was in good hands. Refusing to look back, Jevorin left with the Searchrider to become a Candidate at Sanctum Weyr.
FOR CANDIDATES:
Honorific: J’vrin
Preferred Color: I’d laugh if he Impressed brown xD; I don’t have my heart set on it or anything though (in other words, give him whatever you think is best ^^;).
