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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:49 am
.Table of Contents.
1. Table of Contents
2. Updates!
3. Mr. Scowls
4. A Smile is a Frown Turned Upside Down
5. Why so Serious?
6. The Only Lady in His Life
7 What is this . . "Friend" Thing I Keep Hearing About?
8. Tidbits/Logs
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:00 am
.Updates.Announcements
07.09.09. He's officially a part of the Weyr. . . not let's see about those RPs!
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:01 am
.Mr. Scowls Himself.
Name: Darcir
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight (Shhhh- he's a very closeted homosexual!)
Craft: (Only if applicable - put N/A if not) N/A
Rank: Candidate/worker
Physical Description: This man was brought up to look and appear at his absolute best at all times. Thankfully, he was blessed to harbor many physical features and traits that often assured his family that he might marry in to rank with a just as beautiful lady. Beauty to them is important, and he has often been assured that he has yet to cause his parents shame in such a matter.
Darcir stands tall at 6'0" with surprisingly fair skin for one who had been born and raised in the south. It's easy to see that he's been a bit spoiled by the indoors, having little need to spend much time out of doors against his wishes. A thick mop of dark black hair has been tossed upon his head, the locks long enough to reach past his shoulders with ease, though his bangs need frequent trimming. It's always brushed and neatly tied loosely with some sort of ribbon or chord. Thick brows overshadow a long-lashed gaze; his eyes harbor little light or amusement, and the dark, hazel gaze often stings others with their serious ferocity. Paired with thin, pale lips that are carved in to a endless, unwavering scowl, and a nose that seems just a bit too large for his features, Darcir is indeed a force to be reckoned with. He holds a strong jaw, his features sharply chiseled in to what one could dub as charming and handsome. His stature is average, though he's long of torso with broad shoulders and a thin waist.
If one were to critically study the man, they would find flaws in his figure - though he's strong, he isn't fast and his stamina isn't nearly as great as his resolve. His ears are large, and if one might see him smile they could see a chipped front tooth. His feet are too large, and much to his mothers distaste, he has a habit of biting his nails.
And, unbeknownst to anyone (Darcir included) he is sterile and shall never produce offspring of his own.
The young man is spoiled in the fashion department and prefers to the fineries of life. He often sports cool tones as his attire - rich blues and dark blacks and greys, set off by creams, whites, and occasionally gold. Many find him impractical in his attire, or at least far too formal for a man his age. He's almost always in what some might think is Gather Best, and Faranth forbid him to think of wearing anything less suitably so.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:02 am
A Smile is a Frown Turned Upside Down
Personality: For all his achievements in the appearance department, Darcir's attitude is seemingly beyond repair. Raised as the second-youngest in a small but prosperous cot-hold in the South, it is no surprise he could be considered spoiled rotten. And rotten is indeed what many find his personality to be - a proud sort to be sure, who doesn't know the definition of fun.
And it's true. Though he himself takes pains to keep up his appearance, one might be mistaken to think he harbors a great vanity - surprisingly, he doesn't. Though it's been bred in to him that appearances mean everything and is, according his family, is where his only true talent and potential lie - Darcir doesn't find himself all that out of the ordinary compared to his sisters.
Though not truly vain, he is proud and harbors a strong work ethic. Laziness and idle hands are not permitted in his company, and he often fidgets if commanded to do nothing - deep down, he's a class-A workaholic! Though he doesn't often do much physical labor (at least before he was searched), there were records to study, archives to memorize, business to attend. To see one idling their life away and spending moments doing nothing is but a waste of energy and potential - those that get caught up in dreams and fantasies should be properly scolded and shown some work to do! There is no such thing as 'play'. . . at least not when one grows of age to be of real use to a family.
A hardened spirit, the man rarely smiles or finds much joy in anything - what is joy but a distraction to the work at hand? Another vice that many harbor is a lack of true intelligence - and Darcir is quick to call them out on their lack of judgment, propriety or wit. Though he often keeps to his own council, he isn't completely unsociable - just a bit out of practice. If one truly looked they would find a shy man who doesn't easily speak with strangers, a man whose serious countenance isn't made up completely out of vanity or belief that he is somehow 'better' than another, but by insecurity. Though quite serious and grave, around the small few he does trust, he is loyal and generous to a fault.
Though he'd work himself to death on a project, he would also be the first to take time to help those most dear to his heart, regardless of the conflict of schedule to his own plans and ideas. He harbors no obvious temper, though he's stubborn and long carries a grudge against those that slight him. And deep down, he feels passionately about many a thing - such as music and art and all things beautiful.
If one believes him to be without hope for change, they need only catch him alone with his little green fire-lizard. Having been raised strictly and under such rules and pressure, to finally find a friend who understands his thoughts and feelings was wonderful to the young man. The way he spoils Liu with attention and tender-care proves he isn't without a heart. It's just difficult to get close enough to him to really see past his serious facade.
There is, though, a sense of shame on a cross he bears. Despite his conservative upbringing, despite being told that his true place was to marry and produce an heir of just as much beauty as he, Darcir has found himself attracted to quite the wrong sex. Though he can appreciate a female physically, he feels little attraction or interest beyond that of a pretty face. His family knows none of his interests in men, and even Darcir has fast pushed aside such desires and wishes. He has long accepted the fact that it is a woman he shall court and marry, and a woman alone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:03 am
Why so Serious. . . ?
History:As stated previous, Darcir was the second to last child out of a family of five. His father had inherited a small, but wealthy cot-hold on the coast of Ista, and one might believe that the man thought it as large and prosperous as Ista Hold itself! His family was spoiled with all the riches his title offered, and they were taught the difference between men of their rank, and those 'beneath' them. Where Darcir and his siblings were taught studies by journeyman, they were kept indoors and away from the 'vermin' children that lived much more modestly then they. Where his father taught them with a heavy hand that foolisheness was not to be allowed, that games were nothing but a downfall, and that nothing could be achieved without duty and work, Darcir's mother could only preach about beauty. If any of her children were to marry well and succeed, they need only look as far as their reflection - cordiality, etiquette and social-graces [even when placed with the vermin] were honed in to their thoughts and beliefs.
Though the children had everything they could desire, there was affection and fondness that was lacking. True emotion and feeling was frowned upon to be shown, and while the girls were known to be the weaker of the two sexes and able to break, the men were to be strong and allowed no cracks in temperament.
In reality, Darcir's life could almost be considered plain. He was protected, he was spoiled, and with age he made his father proud by becoming exactly what they had wished him to be - handsome, intelligent, cordial, and cold. Though he could think on his own, he had his family's honor to uphold - so long as they stayed pleased, nothing else quite mattered.
At turn 15, the young man was sent to various neighboring cotholds and Holds, often introduced to others of rank. His family began arranging potential marriages, in hopes that their son might choose a woman to their liking and ideals. Despite often courting many a lady, the dark haired boy refused to choose one nad settle, and has (three turns later) still retained his bachelor nature. Unfortunately for him, his excuses are beginning to wane thin - while before they agreed that emotional attachment and interest were for the best in such a committed relationship, they have since changed their views and tell him that not all marriages have the convenience for romance. Of course, it isn't a lack of romance that bothers Darcir as it is the lack of proper gender! It isn't the women he's interested in. . . .
As a gift from one family to his own at turn 16, he was offered a fire-lizard egg for his turning day. Surprised by such an offering (though he was quite sure it was an attempt of bribary to better look upon their daughter) in it was a petite and dainty green fire-lizard. Though he'dn ever thought of owning a creature, he found her companionship strangely appealing and has thus trained her to be a proper little lady.
Thankfully though, just as family's patience began to wear thin, dragonmen appeared in the sky. Surprisingly, despite his cool and grim nature, a blue sought him out as a potential Candidate! Darcir was surprised when his father and mother decided it was for the best for him to Stand - he was to Impress a bronze and inherit the Weyr upon its maturity. Now wasn't that something to be proud of? No, he needn't worry about the inheritance of the Hold - he did have a younger brother that was growing up just as well as he! And if Darcir failed to attract the attention of a proper dragon, well, he would return at once to his family - and no, he needn't worry about finding a proper wife. Upon his arrival, his father assured him with no uncertainty, that his future bride would be waiting.
The Weyr is certainly a change, and he's found with slight disgust that his rank has been completely stripped and he's coerced to work side by side with lessers! Odd, truly, but thankfully the young man harbors patience. He isn't completely prejudiced, and being away from his family's stiff and hardened 'virtues' might very well pay off. . . .
The Weyr, he's found, is liberating and refreshing - but Faranth forbid anyone catch him believing such a thing! He looks forward to the Hatching, curious about the event, but uncertain how he feels about the potential to Impress. No, he's not looking forward to return to his family and whatever speciman of a lady they were fishing for him, but then again, life in the Weyr was indeed different, and it would take a lot of work to adjust his views and beliefs. So many strangers, so many his mother and father would deem unworthy of his time. . . .
If he were to stay for any length of time, who knows how he might be corrupted.
Other/Talents: Being serious. No, really, he's quite good at that. He does enjoy studying the archives and has a keen interest in learning; even if it's subjects his family wouldn't approve of. He's a hard worker and, though still adjusting to all the menial tasks Candidates are forced to do, he'll tackle them hard regardless.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:07 am
The Only Lady in his Life
Pets: A little green fire-lizard, Liu 
Personality: Slightly brighter than an average green, Liu is well trained and sticks to her rider like butter on bread. It is rare for her to stray, even to enjoy the companionship of other fire-lizards or the dragons at the Weyr. Calm and dainty, she is a proper lady with no temper or aggression. She's very good around strangers and children, very tame and docile, just as Darcir trained her to be.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:13 am
What is This "Friend" Thing I Keep Hearing About. . .?
Significant Others (xD NEVER IN A MILLION TURNS!)
Friends (Har har. . good luck with that.)
Aquaintences (Much more likely but still improbable to stick around long) M'rik: My first assigned room mate. Though he seems to be a walking mouth of endless annoyance, some dragon found him suitable and can tolerate his obnoxiousness. -_-; B'lin: My other first assigned room mate. He was a quiet sort, didn't get to know him well but that's quite all right. Unlike M'rik, he too Impressed and to a bronze at that. Hmph. Lucky him I guess.Bachi: Newest room mate. I REFUSE TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR AGAIN KTHXBAI!J'riar: Met the senior weyrling down at the beach. He was a friendly sort. . .And had a very polite green dragon. Not as obnoxious as M'rik. He was all right, I suppose.
Enemies (None yet, surprisingly enough)
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:14 am
Tidbits of This & That
Rp Logs: (None yet. . .hopefully it won't stay that way!)
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