Post by Missa on Apr 18, 2008 5:39:25 GMT -5
Name: Carlion
Age: 8 Turns
Rank: Weyrbrat
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: In short, Carlion is an adorable child, there is no other way to put it. Small for his age, the boy will often be found clinging to the shadows of the weyr. An angel's face stares back at you, rounded cheeks and full lips, accompanied with a button nose, it's almost impossible not to feel motherly around this little boy.
His eyes are larger than what is normal, but in his face, it doesn't look odd, more endearingly innocenet as he blinks at people, a beautiful crystal grey colour, Carlion's eyes are the focus of attention when looking at him, for that small blue ring around the pupil looks eerily out of place in the colouring of his eyes. Thick lashes surround those eerie eyes, giving the boy an innocently dreamy look about his soft features. Soft locks of the sweetest blonde fall gently around his head, the fringe cut to grandma's liking, for though straight long, it is cut so that there is not even teh slightest chance Carlion could hide his eyes like his uncle can.
Carlion isn't the strongest, and is often reffered to as 'runt' by some of the other boys, he's quick though and there's very little he can't do with his hands. Using his size to full advantage, Carlion will hide as often as he possibly can.
Personality: Carlion's personality is sumed up in the words, sweet and shy. The boy would do absolutely anything for anyone, just to make them smile, and hates seeing people upset, he'll often give someone he knows a cuddle to make it better, though will rarely talk about what's bothering him. Carlion won't stand for anyone hurting animals or girls, and it's probably the only thing he will stand up and fight for, side note, he usually loses these fights.
Carlion is a gentle child, nothing like the other boys his age, he would rather splash in the water, or play with the canines then wrestle and make the other boys hurt, at the same time, he so desperately wants to fit in, and hates that he can't simply because he doesn't like the same things they do. He wants to have friends, but as he never really had them, has become attatched to those he considers his family, which include his grandma and his mother.
Extremely shy, Calrion is the type to smile shyly and offer a hand to his peers, or peek out from behind an adult when introduced to someone, he's easily frightened and doesn't like to be put in with conflict. He speaks softly, as though he accepts not everyone wants to listen to him and gives them that choice.
History: Carlion was born to Green rider Carlissa and brown rider D'lion, concieved in a flight, his parents weren't together from the beginning, though his mother was utterly devoted to the tiny child she birthed. When ever she could, she'd visit Carlion, usually with a tale or two about her green Hemith, who Carlion adored. Right from a youngster, it was obvious Carlion was a gentler child, tending to give even whers a bit of love when he saw them, no creature was surperior to another in his eyes and he would often spend his time sitting infront of the wher's lair and chatting to the creature.
Only recently has Carlion experienced what it is like to lose a parent, for his mother fell ill with firehead and slipped away. Green Hemith keening loudly as she leapt between on the moment of her rider's death. Insturctions were left that he should be left at the weyr in which he'dgrown up in throughout his life.
Pets:
{I'll fill this out now, for like... Way later. XD}
-If a Candidate:
Name Change: (C'lion, C'ion, L'ion, A'lion, R'ion.)
Color Preferences: Whatever, he's not technically old enough yet
Colors NOT wanted: Uh, any again. Same thing as before.
Magical Password: Firelizard.
{Yes, I'm aware I'm going to try and populate the weyr single handedly. xD}
Age: 8 Turns
Rank: Weyrbrat
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: In short, Carlion is an adorable child, there is no other way to put it. Small for his age, the boy will often be found clinging to the shadows of the weyr. An angel's face stares back at you, rounded cheeks and full lips, accompanied with a button nose, it's almost impossible not to feel motherly around this little boy.
His eyes are larger than what is normal, but in his face, it doesn't look odd, more endearingly innocenet as he blinks at people, a beautiful crystal grey colour, Carlion's eyes are the focus of attention when looking at him, for that small blue ring around the pupil looks eerily out of place in the colouring of his eyes. Thick lashes surround those eerie eyes, giving the boy an innocently dreamy look about his soft features. Soft locks of the sweetest blonde fall gently around his head, the fringe cut to grandma's liking, for though straight long, it is cut so that there is not even teh slightest chance Carlion could hide his eyes like his uncle can.
Carlion isn't the strongest, and is often reffered to as 'runt' by some of the other boys, he's quick though and there's very little he can't do with his hands. Using his size to full advantage, Carlion will hide as often as he possibly can.
Personality: Carlion's personality is sumed up in the words, sweet and shy. The boy would do absolutely anything for anyone, just to make them smile, and hates seeing people upset, he'll often give someone he knows a cuddle to make it better, though will rarely talk about what's bothering him. Carlion won't stand for anyone hurting animals or girls, and it's probably the only thing he will stand up and fight for, side note, he usually loses these fights.
Carlion is a gentle child, nothing like the other boys his age, he would rather splash in the water, or play with the canines then wrestle and make the other boys hurt, at the same time, he so desperately wants to fit in, and hates that he can't simply because he doesn't like the same things they do. He wants to have friends, but as he never really had them, has become attatched to those he considers his family, which include his grandma and his mother.
Extremely shy, Calrion is the type to smile shyly and offer a hand to his peers, or peek out from behind an adult when introduced to someone, he's easily frightened and doesn't like to be put in with conflict. He speaks softly, as though he accepts not everyone wants to listen to him and gives them that choice.
History: Carlion was born to Green rider Carlissa and brown rider D'lion, concieved in a flight, his parents weren't together from the beginning, though his mother was utterly devoted to the tiny child she birthed. When ever she could, she'd visit Carlion, usually with a tale or two about her green Hemith, who Carlion adored. Right from a youngster, it was obvious Carlion was a gentler child, tending to give even whers a bit of love when he saw them, no creature was surperior to another in his eyes and he would often spend his time sitting infront of the wher's lair and chatting to the creature.
Only recently has Carlion experienced what it is like to lose a parent, for his mother fell ill with firehead and slipped away. Green Hemith keening loudly as she leapt between on the moment of her rider's death. Insturctions were left that he should be left at the weyr in which he'dgrown up in throughout his life.
Pets:
{I'll fill this out now, for like... Way later. XD}
-If a Candidate:
Name Change: (C'lion, C'ion, L'ion, A'lion, R'ion.)
Color Preferences: Whatever, he's not technically old enough yet
Colors NOT wanted: Uh, any again. Same thing as before.
Magical Password: Firelizard.
{Yes, I'm aware I'm going to try and populate the weyr single handedly. xD}
