Name: Ielin
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft: Miningcraft (General Miner)
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: Genetics seemed to be shining on Ielin, especially for a miner’s son. He’s tall--capping off at six foot--with the broad frame to back it up. His strength is built up from years of working in the mines with his parents, and general labor to stay toned. It doesn't help much that it’s soothing to Ielin, so he tended to fall back on labor to keep busy. The shape of his face is sharp, with higher, defined cheekbones. His complexion ranges from a gentle tan to a warm tawny color with some soft gold at his corners. Ielin’s hair is a mix of light and medium browns; rich and full, it’s soft to the touch and a nervous habit to run a hand through it to stick the lochs up some. The hair on the top of his head is kept longer, almost the width of his hand -- it trails down in length, getting shorter the further down and closer to his neck and jaw. It continues down along short sideburns and a neatly kept full beard. It gets a few shades lighter during the summer months and with more time spent in the sun -- all except for his eyebrows, oddly enough. His eyes are a darker, deeper shade of brown than even his hair gets. Dark and deep, like the mouth of an unlit cave -- there may be treasure, but there may also be something waiting to take a bite out of you.
However, there are scars of scuffles and marks made by living littered throughout his body. His shoulders are covered in pinhole scars and little slashes from Timber landing and taking off. They look almost like silvery freckles when he’s shirtless. His hands are covered in little scars, by-products of taking up whittling to keep busy.
Personality: At first glance, a few things stick out about Ielin on the surface; hard-working, no-nonsense, and a touch on the sterner side of things. It’s marked Ielin as tough, and a bit unapproachable -- something he’s not entirely quick to try to change.
When he was younger, that was different. Work became less work and more soothing. It was a break from his home life, and a chance to shut off and keep his mind narrowed down to tasks. He’s a hard worker, going until his fingers ache and are stiff at the end of the night. He keeps his head down, goal-oriented mind focused until all tasks are done for the day -- and has no issues baring teeth if someone isn’t holding their end of the workload. This almost more hotheaded approach has led him to get into scrapes and scuffles, but never going beyond. It’s near instinctual at this point, to respond to harsh words and biting words with a square of his shoulders and stand his ground. Harsher authority has him biting his tongue sometimes until it bleeds, grinding teeth to do as he’s told. It’s battle-picking at his finest -- battles with his father learned to be head-on matches, while ones that can eventually lead him to gain something are often approached with quiet agreeance--but never quite acceptance. It’s just a stepping stone to reach his goals, after all.
However, there is still some small flicker of the older Ielin -- the one that was happy before his mother’s death and his father’s heavy drinking. It comes out so few times, when he got some alone time with Timber. It’s soft and nurturing, however that side so rarely is seen by anyone -- and still often gets twisted into knots. Ielin has trouble properly expressing emotion in general -- nevermind someone that’s actually gone through the trouble of actually befriending him. Then it gets.. a bit difficult. Ie tends to be on the possessive side -- with so few possessions and friendly faces, he clings to them like he can protect them from a world that ripped everything from him in the span of a turn.
Positive Trait List Hard worker, determined, attentive, calculating
Negative Trait List Jaded, self-preservation, possessive
History: Ielin was born as the only son and child to a pair of miners, his mother Kissa and his father Vosin, at Crom Hold after many attempts and nil results. The married couple had begun to wonder if a child might not be in their future -- until winter when they would have their first and only child -- Ielin. His boyhood was sweet and gentle, though there would only be the three of them, it suited just fine. His days spent playing with his father’s brown firelizard Timber. Never had they felt lacking by only the three of them, and Ie grew up in a loving homestead. Ie began to work with his father in the mines, learning to find his place with the miners. With time and building muscle, he began to thoroughly enjoy following in his parents footsteps.
A little over after Ielin turned fourteen, there was a collapse in the mines -- an expedition that Kissa had been a part of. There had been no survivors, and the happy family of three was suddenly down to a disjointed two. Ielin kept his head down, throwing himself into work as they suddenly were down an income. Vosin, however, never quite recovered from his wife’s death. Drink helped make lonely nights disappear, and soon alcohol became a third hand. He stopped going to work in favor for staying pacified -- something that struck a chord with Ielin, as the teenager was working until he nearly dropped from exhaustion. It led to many fights, and the rise of a drunken Vosin’s ire. The softer side of Ielin that had been nurtured for twelve turns shut down, hiding behind walls built by life crashing around his ears.
That ire would end up being his downfall. After a bender that had Ielin’s father disappearing for days on end, he would end up disappearing. Rumors circulated as days spread on for weeks and months--until the man and his old firelizard disappeared for good. Part of Ielin, the tiny fragment of a boy who’d been happy with his parents, hoped that his father had found a caravan to hitch onto and hadn’t found a more likely end in a ditch.
The summer after he had turned 18 had provided his way out of a very lonely existence working in the mines. A green dragon had found great interest in him, happy to take him along back to High Reaches to stand for candidacy.
Other: He whittles, and while he doesn’t have good social skills--sometimes he likes to leave crude, quick carvings for people to find in their things.
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
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