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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:30 pm
Name: Rumoor
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: While his sister, Nelioa, is tall and lanky, it seemed as if he was given the short-end of the gene pool, rather literally. Whether it was contributed to their different fathers, or some backhanded genes from his mother, he dos not know. He's a short boy, in the sense that most average-height girls are taller than him. His hair is a muddy brown, though is also highlighted by a few lighter, more golden strands. It is probably apt to call him a 'mop head', because his hair is far from tame, curling in front of his eyes, and when tucked away behind his ears, it only falls back in front of his eyes. His eyes, much like his hair, are a light mud-water color. The bridge of his nose and his cheeks are speckled with light freckles, that are also present on his shoulders and arms. To a degree he is attractive, but he could have been far more so with a few extra inches, a more angular face, and a firm, more muscled body. He's yet to grow out of his baby-face, making him seem a few more years younger than he is. The candidate is simply someone you can't truly look at and take seriously.
Personality: To describe Rumoor in short, he's your all-around good boy. Unlike his sister, he is not prone to skipping his chores now that he's grown older. When younger, he loved to run off and play with his big sister, but as time passed he allowed it to be beat into his head that he should do as he was told. So, he's learned to be hard-working, usually finishing his chores before schedule just so he gets that extra bit of time of relaxation before he's dragged off to the next task.
To the outside eye, it almost seems as if he is the polar opposite of his sister, but they relatively have the same temperment. Rumoor is easy-going, and always seems to take things as they come. He's the teen who won't easily crack under pressure, and it's equally hard to ruffle his feathers.
When it comes to Healing, it could easily be said that he was on the right track. But when his interest dwindles in something and moves to something else, the effort he puts into the original task dwindles as well. He still learns from his mother around his chores and other menial duties, and he applies himself to the task as best as he can. But he's the type to day dream to himself just a little, and the type to let his mind drift from the task at hand. While if he applied himself more thoroughly, he'd do far better in healing then he does now.
While his physical appearance isn't that much to speak of, he doesn't care enough about looks to be bothered by it. Rather, he's happy to make friends, although he can be awkward in conversation at first. It takes him a little bit to warm up and get over that first bout of shyness, but when he does he's an easy person to talk to, and attentive to the other end of the conversation. He's just your good sort of boy, through and through.
History: He knows his father to be one of the dragonriders in the Weyr, but his mother never seemed inclined to talk about things of the past, and a part of him respects that enough that he hasn't rooted around and made any sort of attempt to get to know his father. He knows his name, has seen him occasionally, had even once gathered up enough guts to say 'hello' in passing. But, to him it doesn't matter. He lives a life unhindered by not knowing his father, and is rather pleased with the bonds he developed with the people of the lower caverns, dragonriders, and other weyrfolk.
His mother, Rulioa, tried to show him and his older sister the art of being a Healer, and admittedly he picked it up with admitted grace. While his sister stumbled and fell short of the mark, he rather past it. He could recognize herbs and plants by sight and touch, knew how to cure certain ailments, but when his mother sought to excel him further in the field, his interest dwindled. Being young, he didn't and still doesn't want to dedicate his life to patching people and dragons up. He wants to be something more heroic. And so while he would make an apt healer, he wanted to be a candidate, and when he turned thirteen turns old, he was Searched and permitted to stand upon the Hatching Grounds.
Needless to say, he still hasn't Impressed, but his love with the idea of being a heroic dragonrider hasn't died just yet. While he spent most of his childhood obediently doing his chores and learning from his mother, he wants a change, and elevation of ranks of a sort. He's lived a pretty easy-going life, without many hardships and only with praise from his mother. Saying that he was spoiled because of this would not be an understatement.
But he has a dream, and instead of taking a laid-back approach to healing, he seems a bit more determined in this field.
Pets: Two flitts (to be re-certed) Rix and Raz, one of whom he accidentally Impressed rather than his friend who he was intended to be for, and the other a gift from his mother. He usually calls them both "Rixraz!" to get their attention (Ri-zuhr-az).
Other/Talents: I imagine he sings better when he's drunk.
Will this character be a candidate? Yes
Picture: I hate using pictures, LOL >:
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