Post by Alyx on Jan 25, 2018 23:06:11 GMT -5
Face Claim: Valery Kovtun
NAME:E’rik (Formerly Eradrik)
RANK: Brownrider Weyrling
AGE: 19 Turns
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
DRAGON: Brown Anatath
PETS: --
APPEARANCE:
E’rik is, well, unique looking. He’s ever going to be missed in a crowd, no matter how large the crowd is; and blending is pretty much a never going to happen for him. Born with an extremely pale complexion and brilliant, bright blue eyes, he’s a face you won’t forget quickly. He’s blessed with finely carved, almost feminine facial features and washed out, almost white blonde hair which he’s let grow out fairly long to fall around his shoulders.
He is a bit on the tall side. He’s build well, but not over-muscled, but toned by his trade as a baker. Strong arms, strong back from pulling pans to and from the stove, and hauling heavy bags of flour and grain for his mother so she didn’t need to. He’s sure-footed but doesn’t move fast unless told to – or pushed too. Years of moving around heated baking ovens and his younger sisters have almost trained him to be careful when he moves, and that running around like a madman is bad.
As he grew and realized how striking (or frightening) some people found him, E’rik embraced the attention in his own way. He dresses almost a bit for the dramatic, often favoring crisp whites, solid rich blacks, or a mix thereof. If he wears colors, it’s normally in deeper, solid colors like burgundy, emerald, indigo and so on. Clearly, he realizes people watch him whether he wishes them to or not, he has become very contentious of his appearance to others and tries to look his very best. After all, his mother raised him properly... for the most part.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Quiet, Aloof, Shy
Whether it is nature, how he was raised, or how people react to him, E’rik tends to keep quiet in general. He won’t normally start conversations with strangers, and will more often than not avoid situations that put him in contact with a lot of people he doesn’t know. He can come off as aloof or distant, daydreamy or disinterested in what is going on around him, but rest assured he is probably very much aware of the world moving around him. He won’t make friends easy on his own, but he won’t push them away – with his luck, his Dragon is likely to do the friend making for him.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Charming, Courteous, Calculating
Once you get to know him though, E’rik is a sweet, almost gentlemen like boy. He thinks out almost everything before he moves or speaks, sometimes too much so, but in reality, it’s just that he wants to make sure he’s doing thing ‘right’. He will almost always call an adult or higher ranking rider by title, or ‘sir’or ‘ma’am.’ In spite of being seen as a ‘baker’s son’, his mother taught him well and it shows. He’s gentle, but not withdrawn, and in spite of his oddness, he’s totally comfortable in his own skin so to speak. If you aren’t, well... That’s your problem, not his.
FAMILY:
Father, adopted; Dirk, Master Glasscrafter
Mother, adopted; Eradria, Baker
Siblings; Loera & Reia (twins sisters, younger by 6 turns), Arran (stillborn boy, would have been the same age)
Various extended family members I am sure.
HISTORY:
To open knowledge, no one knows where the pale newborn came from. No one saw him tucked into the basket, carried through the streets, and tucked among the bags of flour and grains waiting in the back alley for the Baker to unpack them. No one saw anything, even as the midwife in her rustic, green cloak skittered away into the crowd of morning workers and shopper, never to be tied to the events that let a little, unknown babe in the perfect spot to be found by a grieving mother. No one would know details, hows or whys… all that was needed to be known was that the babe needed a mother, and the mother, still healing, needed something to love.
That babe, wrapped in soft, clean white linens, tucked behind the flour and ingredients, was named Eradrik by the little baker that found him. Eradria, a woman very thin in build, and young to boot, was only now returning to work after the death of her own babe boy. Born sick, the child had survived barely hours before he’d gone cold and blue, and there had been nothing the midwife or the healers could do to save him. Eradria blamed herself, too young and too small in the hips to give birth properly.
She’d mourned for weeks, then slowly, with her husband’s gentle prodding, returned to her daily activities; then finally to her little corner bakery. Unloading the newly purchased supplies, the cry of a babe had startled her – the bag she had been hauling dropped to the ground, splitting, and slipping flour in a fine dust on the stones. Her husband, Dirk, quickly joined her and together, they peered into the basket to find the little boy squalling for attention. Having no idea where he’d come from, the mourning couple took him inside and placed him by the warming hearth. When no one knew who he was, or where he came from, there was only one question – and the couple was quick to agree that there was a reason he’d been left for them to find.
Eradrik grew up in a family filled with love, never doubting he was wanted and, when older, never caring to wonder who had left him before. His mother made it clear, every day, that fate had brought him to her, to heal her heart with his love. And for that, he was proud. Given his rather odd appearance, he didn’t care much to spend time with other boys his age, or even really play outside much. He enjoyed helping his mother in her bakery, which was full of warmth, happiness, and the best sweet buns anyway! When his mother became ladened down with his soon to be twin sisters, the six turn old took on as much as she would let him – and often messed it up. But it was the thought that counted.
Thankfully, in spite of worries, Loera and Reia were born healthy, and the family continued along with its happy little path. The Bakery was full of laughter and kids as long as Eradrik could remember; he had planned, when he got older, to take over for his mother and continue the family tradition as she had – probably with the help of his sisters. He began to spend more and more time learning the trade with his mother Eradria as his teacher. Bread, muffins, bubby pies, sweet rolls… this was very much the future he foresaw for himself.
Until, days before the local festival, a woman in leathers walked into their Bakery; a Bluerider on Search, who was simply ducking into the bakery for travel food. It only took a moment, and she was talking about the skies and the Weyr; Eradria had just smiled, nodding gently when the woman asked if she could simply take him out to meet her Blue – if his mother knew or not, he wasn’t sure. Excited, he dusted the flour off his hands and went out to meet the big, beautiful Blue. He was surprised with the Dragon had greeted him; then quickly pronounced his rider’s judgment correct.
Eradria and the girls had followed them out, and his mother had cried when the rider had nodded softly and simply looked at her. Perhaps she had known after all; The Searchrider, named Rachel, had been more than willing to wait for his Father to be summoned to the Bakery from his workshop so that the family as a whole could talk about what Eradrik’s future might whole. Within hours, his things were gathered and he was hugging his parents farewell. Eradria had cried – her little boy, the one she was never meant to have was off to try to become a Dragonrider. Rachel thanked them, helped him onto the back of her Blue, and they were away – he promised to send word as soon as he could, once he was settled.
Only a seven-day or so later, he was standing on the Sand in his stunning white robes, watching as the eggs shattered. The hatching was one for the tales – Browns claiming female candidates, losing so many between, and the rumors of a hidden truth to the Weyr’s newest Goldrider – but none of it mattered to Eradrik… or now, E’rik. All that mattered now was Anatath, the little Brown that came to him, with rainbow eyes that would change everything.
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?
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.
