Post by Alyx on Sept 29, 2012 16:20:35 GMT -5
(Face Claim: Brant Daugherty)
NAME: G'rett (Originally Garrett)
RANK: Bronzerider, Wingrider, Healer & Dragonhealer
AGE: 19 turns (18 turns at creation)
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DRAGON: Bronze Mastromideth
PETS:
X Zeki - Blue Gemglider
X Glimmer - Gold Firelizard
X Flick - Blue Firelizard
APPEARANCE: Image:Younger image/Before Timing Event
All in all, when you first meet G'rett, he doesn't strike you as the type of man that would be on a bronze, even as tall as he is at just over six foot (6.1). Not driven to be a leader or to run in the front of the pack, he's much more down to earth and it shows. His clothing is functional and clean, deep earth tones with some colors tossed in. He doesn't live in his leathers like a lot of riders do, preferring loose shirts and simply tosses the leather jacket on when he needs it. He's got a look about him, a soft smile and a low voice when he wants to put people at ease, but can turn into a hardened fighter in a second if he has to. He does his best to look the part of both healer and rider and manages it fairly well.
The first thing most people notice are his eyes; heart-stopping, icy blue with a light circle around the outside of the iris. Unique and too sexy for his own good. He'll have a problem in the sun glare and will need to use darker goggles for his own safety. His hair is dark brown, cropped short all over. Easier for him to manage, and quicker to wash and quick to dry. He has very few scars, very few worth mentioning. He has a few tooling cars on his palms and several thin, white scars across the underside of both his wrists that are normally hidden under thick, leather resist cuffs - he doesn't like to talk about them. Other nicks and scraps, but no stories behind them.
PERSONALITY FAULTS:
G'rett is your typical teenage boy in a lot of ways. He is self-critical and slightly shy around girls (something he'll probably lose with age) and often turns quiet around people he doesn't know. He has a happened of coming off a little cold or cool before he gets to know a person. Like any teenager, he has his idiot moments of trying to 'act cool' for the girls and ends up getting himself in over his head in trouble. If you make fun of him or his, be ready for a fight - he's not above throwing a few punches for something he believes in or someone he thinks needs defending.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:
True to his nature, G'rett is a hard worker and feels driven to prove himself as more than his father's son. He has a good sense of humor and is generally kind-hearted, but he can't help it if sometimes a joke goes awry. He'll go above and beyond to cover for his friends, often getting into trouble himself in the process. A sweet kid, but not always the best with his choices in the people he hangs out with, but he's not about to turn on them just because someone spreads a few bad rumors about a friend.
FAMILY:
Granten; 67 turns; Master Blacksmith; alive; Father
Caeitta; 43 turns; Crafter (pottery); alive; Mother
Tlisha; 39 turns at TOD; Weaver; dead; Father's first wife
Brenna; 15 turns; Candidate; alive; younger sister
Grender; 21 turns; Beastkeeper; alive; full brother
Caeten; 24 turns; Journeymen Blacksmith; alive; half-brother, child of Tlisha
... A dozen others, not any important at this time.
HISTORY:
Born to a rather large family in Keroon Hold, Garrett wasn’t really anything special to start out with. The second-born son of his father second wife, he wasn’t in line for anything but trouble in their mix-matched clan. His father Granten, was a master blacksmith and made no bones about the fact he expected his kin to earn their way in the world. No one got a free ride in their family, and Garrett grew up with a tough-love work ethic and a drive to prove himself. That ‘drive’, sadly, was a source of many fights between him and his brothers – especially Caeten, his father’s oldest son and Garrett’s half-brother.
The pair tangled often, neither coming away un-touched, but Garrett faired the worse against the larger and rougher build boy. On many occasions, the fighters would wind up in the hands of the Hold’s guards, or worse, the Healer’s keeping. And then their father would be summoned and it only got worse from there. In an attempt to keep the boys of his blood in check, Granten ‘farmed’ them out to anyone that would take one; too young to be apprenticed, Garrett was ‘volunteered’ into the service of the Hold’s healers, for everything from running errands to planting herbs to helping with the wounded. He hated it. Nothing worst then being ordered around as a kid! He moaned and groaned, complained and fought until reluctantly he realized that all his yoke-fighting would get him no place. Relenting, he realized soon that the tasks, though a little dull, weren’t so bad.
Months past, he actually started to enjoy helping the people that came to the Healer for help. At thirteen, almost a turn after his ‘punishment’ started, he was given a choice – remain and become an official apprentice Healer, or find another vocation he might wish to pursue. Give that Caeten was now his father’s apprentice and quite capable of braining him with a smithing hammer, Garrett opted to stay on where he was. Safer for the long run survivability. That didn’t mean he was able to avoid the altercations all together, and both boys were regularly disciplined for their actions. Caeten gained scars on his shoulder and chest, Garrett on his arms.
Just a little after his 17th birthing day, Dragonriders came to Keroon Hold, searching for candidates. Garrett stood with the others, the arms of his little sister Brenna around his waist from behind as she tried to hide from the Blue – probably the first dragon she’d ever seen up close. The Dragon had looked them over; pronouncing threw his rider who among them have the chance to become riders. Garrett’s heart seized, unsure how he felt about being one of those the Dragon’s faceted eyes had fallen on. Brenna had cried, clinging to him as he had gathered his things to go with the rider. His teacher had been happy for him, his mother had hated it and cried, his father puffed up like an over-proud wherrie, Caeten had seethed with a jealous anger, and Brenna had begged him not to go.
But he did. He promised Brenna he’d come back, with or without a dragon, and gave her a necklace to seal the deal. He’d flown with the others through the bitter cold of the black Between to the Stand on the Sands of Marvos Weyr.
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
I'll pick b. Turn them into an NPC who may be killed off or used for plot purposes but who will not be played by someone else.
