Post by spades on Oct 22, 2011 20:16:11 GMT -5
Username: spades
Character Number: Numero Uno!
Name: Sh'kal ( Formerly Sharkal ‘Shark’)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual (and very, very closeted)
Rank: Weyrling
Wing: Groundcrew
Status: Fighting fit!
Play-By: Bradley James; please see here~
Appearance: The first thing people usually notice about Shark is his hair. It’s a bit light, considering their geographic location, indicating that there was some Northern descent somewhere among his heritage. His hair is also quite unruly - don’t be fooled, it’s not just a style. Shark tries to cut his own hair and often botches the job terribly. The only way to hide it is to ruffle his hair until it seems to just stick up and out in all directions. That’s attractive, right? The second thing they notice is his height; Shark only comes up to the shoulders of most boys his age. Small in stature, he’s often trying to puff himself up and make himself look a little more impressive. Often seen with a scowl and his arms crossed on his chest, Shark is usually leaning against some wall trying to make himself appear as tough as possible.
His eyes are a dark blue, and while they are actually quite pretty, the effect is lost when he squints and scowls. His facial features are sharp, perhaps because he tends towards the skinny side of the scale. He lacks a lot of muscle, and he favors speed and agility over brute force. The way he dresses often tries to mask the fact he’s as thin as a rod. His clothing is nothing nice, he doesn’t own anything remotely nice or well-taken care of, and is mostly rather dreary, drab colors. Perhaps his most prized possession is his boots, given to him by one of his fellow Weyrbrats when they were outgrown. They are the only piece of clothing he seems to look after; to be honest, he’s more concerned with not getting himself looked down on rather than what they actually see when he’s looked at.
Personality: It is quite possibly that Sharkal has honestly forgotten what the meaning of ‘no’ is. And while it might make him persistent and help him reach what little he aspires to, it also makes him incredibly irritating and borderline obsessive. Well, scratch that. He gets very obsessive. Revenge is never far from his mind; his pride is enormous and though he’s trying establish some sort of dominance, it’s always in the flux and he can never be sure where he’s standing with the other folk of the Weyr on any particular day. He’s aggressive, but he’s not confident, harboring a deep-seeded fear that the tables may be turned on him and he will be pushed back to the bottom of the wolf pack. He is often guilty of ‘beating a dead runner beast’, unable to determine when enough is enough, and his point has been proven.
Socially, he’s a bit awkward. He was born stubborn and perhaps a bit belligerent, but he learned to fight. He also learned fighting wasn’t the best answer, but Sharkal still struggles to find a better response. Defensive, he’s a protector. He operates much better when he has an ally or an ideal to defend; fighting without a cause requires much more anger. He isn’t the best at approaching people and isn’t quite sure how to ask for what he wants, instead taking it or just doing without. He’s also horrible at sharing people, and while society dictates he must, he’s a very jealous friend. (One can only imagine him in a romantic situation.)
Sharkal has a hard time grasping the bigger picture. His blinkers are usually on, limiting him to the here and now. It enables his obsessions, allowing him to focus on one or two particular things (or people) and forget everything entirely. It also allows him to be a very tedious worker with good ethic; he does everything in stages and does them well, because should one step fail him, his entire project might fail.
Uncertain and uncomfortable without a central figure in his life, Sharkal can get clingy and needy with no way to express his wants and needs. He’s never had a romantic encounter, with no idea how to go about such a thing, and only one or two close friends in his entire lifetime, both since moved on, either Impressing or aging out and finding a role elsewhere in the world. Think of Shark was Crabbe and Doyle to your Draco Malfoy - he’d much rather prefer to be the henchman and have someone to look up to then surge ahead and forge a path on his own. That shit is hard, you know.
History: Sharkal, like many before him, and many after, was born to a pair of workers. It was not glamorous, nor cause for any circumstance. He was his mother’s first child, and his father’s second. In fact, his parents weren’t even a couple, nor did they intend to be, and quickly went their separate ways. Sharkal, while he has met both parents on random occasion, was raised like all the other weyrbrats. He bares no ill will towards them, though he did attach himself to a Headwoman as a young child.
It wasn’t abnormal, it was the way of the Weyr. And what did happen to the boy, being a bit of a suck up? He was picked on. Where some was easy to get along with and quick to make allies, Sharkal was staunch in his opinions and, well, he was small. It made him an easy target. And what happened when Sharkal was picked on? Why, surprise of surprises, he fought back! (And when that failed, he’d be quick to run and tattle.) Unruly and disgruntled, the boy fought and fought, picking fights with anyone if he felt like it would up his status in the ‘pack’, so to speak.
It didn't take long, however, for Sharkal to realize open fistfights were only good for two things. Getting a bloody nose, and getting more work than he knew what to do with. By the time he was eleven, he’d been forced to come to terms he was small and not likely to win any of his confrontations physically. Since then, he’s kept his nose a little cleaner and tries to find larger boys to stick with. He’s picky about who he sticks with, and it’s been a few years since he’s had someone to back, preferring to be the ‘what he said!’ guy to the man calling all the shots. (Back ups tend to get punched less.)
He has Stood since he was twelve, and obviously has nothing to show for it. His closest friend has since aged out of possible Impression, and has moved to a cothold, deciding to settle down with a family and earn his living. Naturally, Shark was shocked (and mildly disgusted) by the domesticity of his leader’s choice, and has been sent back into the big pond to find himself a new companion to lurk around.
Laohuth's Impression came as a shock - Sh'kal (as he was now called) tried to convince his dragon she was mistaken at first. For all his notions that he would never ride a female dragon, it didn't take much for the red to bring him to his knees and latch on to her like his life depending on it.
Family:
Shayla - Mother - 37 - Kitchen Worker
Hark - Father - 42 - Journeyman Healer
No known sibs
Character Number: Numero Uno!
Name: Sh'kal ( Formerly Sharkal ‘Shark’)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual (and very, very closeted)
Rank: Weyrling
Wing: Groundcrew
Status: Fighting fit!
Play-By: Bradley James; please see here~
Appearance: The first thing people usually notice about Shark is his hair. It’s a bit light, considering their geographic location, indicating that there was some Northern descent somewhere among his heritage. His hair is also quite unruly - don’t be fooled, it’s not just a style. Shark tries to cut his own hair and often botches the job terribly. The only way to hide it is to ruffle his hair until it seems to just stick up and out in all directions. That’s attractive, right? The second thing they notice is his height; Shark only comes up to the shoulders of most boys his age. Small in stature, he’s often trying to puff himself up and make himself look a little more impressive. Often seen with a scowl and his arms crossed on his chest, Shark is usually leaning against some wall trying to make himself appear as tough as possible.
His eyes are a dark blue, and while they are actually quite pretty, the effect is lost when he squints and scowls. His facial features are sharp, perhaps because he tends towards the skinny side of the scale. He lacks a lot of muscle, and he favors speed and agility over brute force. The way he dresses often tries to mask the fact he’s as thin as a rod. His clothing is nothing nice, he doesn’t own anything remotely nice or well-taken care of, and is mostly rather dreary, drab colors. Perhaps his most prized possession is his boots, given to him by one of his fellow Weyrbrats when they were outgrown. They are the only piece of clothing he seems to look after; to be honest, he’s more concerned with not getting himself looked down on rather than what they actually see when he’s looked at.
Personality: It is quite possibly that Sharkal has honestly forgotten what the meaning of ‘no’ is. And while it might make him persistent and help him reach what little he aspires to, it also makes him incredibly irritating and borderline obsessive. Well, scratch that. He gets very obsessive. Revenge is never far from his mind; his pride is enormous and though he’s trying establish some sort of dominance, it’s always in the flux and he can never be sure where he’s standing with the other folk of the Weyr on any particular day. He’s aggressive, but he’s not confident, harboring a deep-seeded fear that the tables may be turned on him and he will be pushed back to the bottom of the wolf pack. He is often guilty of ‘beating a dead runner beast’, unable to determine when enough is enough, and his point has been proven.
Socially, he’s a bit awkward. He was born stubborn and perhaps a bit belligerent, but he learned to fight. He also learned fighting wasn’t the best answer, but Sharkal still struggles to find a better response. Defensive, he’s a protector. He operates much better when he has an ally or an ideal to defend; fighting without a cause requires much more anger. He isn’t the best at approaching people and isn’t quite sure how to ask for what he wants, instead taking it or just doing without. He’s also horrible at sharing people, and while society dictates he must, he’s a very jealous friend. (One can only imagine him in a romantic situation.)
Sharkal has a hard time grasping the bigger picture. His blinkers are usually on, limiting him to the here and now. It enables his obsessions, allowing him to focus on one or two particular things (or people) and forget everything entirely. It also allows him to be a very tedious worker with good ethic; he does everything in stages and does them well, because should one step fail him, his entire project might fail.
Uncertain and uncomfortable without a central figure in his life, Sharkal can get clingy and needy with no way to express his wants and needs. He’s never had a romantic encounter, with no idea how to go about such a thing, and only one or two close friends in his entire lifetime, both since moved on, either Impressing or aging out and finding a role elsewhere in the world. Think of Shark was Crabbe and Doyle to your Draco Malfoy - he’d much rather prefer to be the henchman and have someone to look up to then surge ahead and forge a path on his own. That shit is hard, you know.
History: Sharkal, like many before him, and many after, was born to a pair of workers. It was not glamorous, nor cause for any circumstance. He was his mother’s first child, and his father’s second. In fact, his parents weren’t even a couple, nor did they intend to be, and quickly went their separate ways. Sharkal, while he has met both parents on random occasion, was raised like all the other weyrbrats. He bares no ill will towards them, though he did attach himself to a Headwoman as a young child.
It wasn’t abnormal, it was the way of the Weyr. And what did happen to the boy, being a bit of a suck up? He was picked on. Where some was easy to get along with and quick to make allies, Sharkal was staunch in his opinions and, well, he was small. It made him an easy target. And what happened when Sharkal was picked on? Why, surprise of surprises, he fought back! (And when that failed, he’d be quick to run and tattle.) Unruly and disgruntled, the boy fought and fought, picking fights with anyone if he felt like it would up his status in the ‘pack’, so to speak.
It didn't take long, however, for Sharkal to realize open fistfights were only good for two things. Getting a bloody nose, and getting more work than he knew what to do with. By the time he was eleven, he’d been forced to come to terms he was small and not likely to win any of his confrontations physically. Since then, he’s kept his nose a little cleaner and tries to find larger boys to stick with. He’s picky about who he sticks with, and it’s been a few years since he’s had someone to back, preferring to be the ‘what he said!’ guy to the man calling all the shots. (Back ups tend to get punched less.)
He has Stood since he was twelve, and obviously has nothing to show for it. His closest friend has since aged out of possible Impression, and has moved to a cothold, deciding to settle down with a family and earn his living. Naturally, Shark was shocked (and mildly disgusted) by the domesticity of his leader’s choice, and has been sent back into the big pond to find himself a new companion to lurk around.
Laohuth's Impression came as a shock - Sh'kal (as he was now called) tried to convince his dragon she was mistaken at first. For all his notions that he would never ride a female dragon, it didn't take much for the red to bring him to his knees and latch on to her like his life depending on it.
Family:
Shayla - Mother - 37 - Kitchen Worker
Hark - Father - 42 - Journeyman Healer
No known sibs
