Post by chessur on Sept 27, 2011 14:13:59 GMT -5
Username: Chessur
Character Number: Two!
Name: Arlo
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pretty sure she's straight, but who knows? Some wonderful woman may come blow her away. We'll see how her life plays out.
Rank: Candidate
Wing: N/A
Status: Healthy
Appearance: Arlo is a fairly plain, though still pretty young woman. Straight auburn hair cascades just past her shoulder blades and is often plaited back for practicality, though from time to time Arlo lets it down. It frames a heart-shaped face with hazel eyes and a knowing smile.
Standing 5' 6", Arlo's frame is well-muscled, with enough extra flesh to round out the soft curves of her body. She's not overly voluptuous or feminine, but neither is she as flat chested as any boy. If she took more time to play up her features, Arlo might have more of a chance at drawing the eyes of the men, but her priorities are elsewhere. Her usual attire is practical and neat, though in the course of work it becomes soiled. Form fitting trousers and wherhide boots are her preference and light tops, sleeveless whenever the weather permits. A dusting of freckles lays across her shoulders from sun exposure and small pale scars appear here and there on her hands from work. Her skin is somewhat fair and even if she burns in the sun, once it peels she is back to her original coloring with a few extra freckles to show for it.
Personality: While she can appreciate the finer things and the advantages that come with them, Arlo prefers simplicity. She's quite observant and in quiet times breaks down her own experiences or those of others that she witnesses so that she can learn from them herself or perhaps pass a lesson along to another. She's a self-proclaimed philosopher of sorts and is always willing to lend an ear.
She's got a fair enough hand with a gitar and a well-tuned ear. Fortunately enough her voice is fair as well, so it's enough that she does enjoy music when the opportunity presents itself and neither do those in the general vicinity complain of a poorly conducted song.
Arlo is alert and motivated. She's opinionated herself, but takes the time to also consider the positions of others. Her decisions are often based on what would result in the best outcome for all and she's not particularly selfish. Hard work doesn't scare her away and when she sets to task, Arlo finds it difficult to stop until it's complete. She's passionate about the things she brings into her life and is a loyal friend, knowing friendship to be one of the most valuable resources one could obtain.
When upset, Arlo prefers to brood rather than lash out, but being human she occasionally reaches a snapping point. She hold few grudges, but is open to holding one more still if someone were to prove themselves worthy of such a position to her. On the general though, Arlo does her best to keep her temper in check. Her first priorities are the tasks she's given and once work is put aside, she indulges herself and relaxes in the company or others, mingling and having fun.
History: Arlo grew up in one of the larger plains holds and her life has always seemed to revolve around runners. Her father was the head keeper for the Lord Holder's personal string of runners, including several fine racers, and Arlo was always out in the stable from the time she was big enough. Despite being one of the younger hands at present, Arlo worked herself into a position of respect and amongst the hands themselves, she seemed to organize things and keep things flowing. From sunup to sundown Arlo consumed herself with the daily tasks of mucking, cleaning leather, and caring for their charges and she was good at what she did. She's skilled enough in the saddle to be accomplished, but enjoys groundwork more and seeing that the stables are in order
It was a complete surprise for a blue searchdragon to come to the Hold. Word hadn't yet spread of the clutch on the sands, and it was felt that there were not enough boys to be spared at this time of year anyways with the harvesting and racing season in full swing. But on that particular day it wasn't a boy the blue dragon sought. As courtesy, Arlo greeted the rider and inquired or the dragon, asking if she should turn out a beast if he would like to eat. She didn't shy away from the dragon, but rather, she was intrigued. It was a rare treat to see a dragon in these parts and she'd been the quickest of the hands to run to greet the rider.
Having contented herself that they were settled, Arlo returned to her work as the bluerider went off on his own business. Just before the afternoon meal, she was approached by both the dragonrider and her father. She was instantly worried she may have somehow done a disservice or offended but that wasn't the case at all. She had been selected to go to Solace Weyr in hopes of Impressing a dragon. Arlo was instantly excited, but caught herself. When she started to protest that she was needed in the Hold, her father urged her on, saying it was an honour to be asked to stand upon the hatching sands and that her mother would have wanted to see Arlo go if she were still alive.
Arlo accepted and after a flurry of packing her modest belongings ended up whisked far away to Solace Weyr. She's found it a different sensation, but not unwelcome. Where back home she had known just about everyone and the pace held a comfortable familiarity, Solace was new and foreign to her and she knew no one. Arlo saw it as a chance at a clean slate, though her old one was not especially fouled. Solace Weyr was the opportunity to expand her horizons and if fate was kindly inclined toward her, would provide her the opportunity to join the ranks of the dragonriders that protected them all.
Family: Father - Marcello ; Mother - Aretta
Character Number: Two!
Name: Arlo
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pretty sure she's straight, but who knows? Some wonderful woman may come blow her away. We'll see how her life plays out.
Rank: Candidate
Wing: N/A
Status: Healthy
Appearance: Arlo is a fairly plain, though still pretty young woman. Straight auburn hair cascades just past her shoulder blades and is often plaited back for practicality, though from time to time Arlo lets it down. It frames a heart-shaped face with hazel eyes and a knowing smile.
Standing 5' 6", Arlo's frame is well-muscled, with enough extra flesh to round out the soft curves of her body. She's not overly voluptuous or feminine, but neither is she as flat chested as any boy. If she took more time to play up her features, Arlo might have more of a chance at drawing the eyes of the men, but her priorities are elsewhere. Her usual attire is practical and neat, though in the course of work it becomes soiled. Form fitting trousers and wherhide boots are her preference and light tops, sleeveless whenever the weather permits. A dusting of freckles lays across her shoulders from sun exposure and small pale scars appear here and there on her hands from work. Her skin is somewhat fair and even if she burns in the sun, once it peels she is back to her original coloring with a few extra freckles to show for it.
Personality: While she can appreciate the finer things and the advantages that come with them, Arlo prefers simplicity. She's quite observant and in quiet times breaks down her own experiences or those of others that she witnesses so that she can learn from them herself or perhaps pass a lesson along to another. She's a self-proclaimed philosopher of sorts and is always willing to lend an ear.
She's got a fair enough hand with a gitar and a well-tuned ear. Fortunately enough her voice is fair as well, so it's enough that she does enjoy music when the opportunity presents itself and neither do those in the general vicinity complain of a poorly conducted song.
Arlo is alert and motivated. She's opinionated herself, but takes the time to also consider the positions of others. Her decisions are often based on what would result in the best outcome for all and she's not particularly selfish. Hard work doesn't scare her away and when she sets to task, Arlo finds it difficult to stop until it's complete. She's passionate about the things she brings into her life and is a loyal friend, knowing friendship to be one of the most valuable resources one could obtain.
When upset, Arlo prefers to brood rather than lash out, but being human she occasionally reaches a snapping point. She hold few grudges, but is open to holding one more still if someone were to prove themselves worthy of such a position to her. On the general though, Arlo does her best to keep her temper in check. Her first priorities are the tasks she's given and once work is put aside, she indulges herself and relaxes in the company or others, mingling and having fun.
History: Arlo grew up in one of the larger plains holds and her life has always seemed to revolve around runners. Her father was the head keeper for the Lord Holder's personal string of runners, including several fine racers, and Arlo was always out in the stable from the time she was big enough. Despite being one of the younger hands at present, Arlo worked herself into a position of respect and amongst the hands themselves, she seemed to organize things and keep things flowing. From sunup to sundown Arlo consumed herself with the daily tasks of mucking, cleaning leather, and caring for their charges and she was good at what she did. She's skilled enough in the saddle to be accomplished, but enjoys groundwork more and seeing that the stables are in order
It was a complete surprise for a blue searchdragon to come to the Hold. Word hadn't yet spread of the clutch on the sands, and it was felt that there were not enough boys to be spared at this time of year anyways with the harvesting and racing season in full swing. But on that particular day it wasn't a boy the blue dragon sought. As courtesy, Arlo greeted the rider and inquired or the dragon, asking if she should turn out a beast if he would like to eat. She didn't shy away from the dragon, but rather, she was intrigued. It was a rare treat to see a dragon in these parts and she'd been the quickest of the hands to run to greet the rider.
Having contented herself that they were settled, Arlo returned to her work as the bluerider went off on his own business. Just before the afternoon meal, she was approached by both the dragonrider and her father. She was instantly worried she may have somehow done a disservice or offended but that wasn't the case at all. She had been selected to go to Solace Weyr in hopes of Impressing a dragon. Arlo was instantly excited, but caught herself. When she started to protest that she was needed in the Hold, her father urged her on, saying it was an honour to be asked to stand upon the hatching sands and that her mother would have wanted to see Arlo go if she were still alive.
Arlo accepted and after a flurry of packing her modest belongings ended up whisked far away to Solace Weyr. She's found it a different sensation, but not unwelcome. Where back home she had known just about everyone and the pace held a comfortable familiarity, Solace was new and foreign to her and she knew no one. Arlo saw it as a chance at a clean slate, though her old one was not especially fouled. Solace Weyr was the opportunity to expand her horizons and if fate was kindly inclined toward her, would provide her the opportunity to join the ranks of the dragonriders that protected them all.
Family: Father - Marcello ; Mother - Aretta