Post by Zero on Oct 18, 2011 20:42:35 GMT -5
Name Velkan
Name Upon Impression Vl’kan (Sounds just like Villain)
Age 20 Turns
Gender Male
Season Born In Fall
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Korvan --- Father --- 50 --- Lord Holder
Diana --- Mother --- Deceased -- Harper
Korvik --- Brother --- 28 --- Fisherman (Captain)
Cassandra --- Aunt --- 48 --- Master Harper (Sister to Diana)
Fallon --- Cousin -- 20 -- Thief / Harper / Dragon Candidate
Theault --- Cousin --- 20 --- Fisherman (First Mate) / Wher Candidate
Appearance
6’1”
Dirty Blonde
Green Eyes
Due to the warm climate that is his home, lighter colors are his preferred clothing during daily activities. White and dark blue shirts coupled with dark trousers and a pair of dark boots set off his usual attire. A crop of dark, dirty blonde hair sits neatly atop his head. Most of the time he keeps it short and somewhat spiky but he can go the month or so where he grows it out somewhat and maintains a slightly shaggy and rough appearance. Clean shaven is not entirely in his nature. Velkan sees it as too much as a chore so he only cares to follow the routine every few days or so. Naturally this leaves him looking more then a little on the scruffy side on most days. Due to his great love of the outdoors and the many activities he gets in to his body has developed a healthy tan along with thick bounds of muscles that wrap from his arms, across his torso, and around his legs.
He has a few small scars here and there, the most prominent being a nice two inch scar that stretches horizontally across his nose. It’s a distinguishing mark that leaves him unable to simply blend in to a crowd. He loathes it really as it doesn’t go well when he’s forced to make appearances. During the more finer nights when Hold and Weyr come together as one and celebrate the seasons good harvest, Velken can be seen in his more finer attire. When the occasion calls for it, and that’s including when he can be bothered to put on appearances he can be seen in a crisp, deep blue tunic with streaks of white with a set of dark blue, nearly black, trousers.
Personality
Rough, mildly arrogant, proud, “tough guy” act, flawed, kind, has moments of weakness.
Under all of this hides what could be a great leader someday.
Velkan is a strong minded and proud individual. He’s not really one to cross idealistic wise as he’s very passionate about his beliefs. So if you have something to say and it goes against what he’s said you had better had something damn good to back it up with or he’ll shoot you down and watch you burn quicker then a hatchling learning to flame for the first time. He’s a very well educated individual and quick to pick up new things. He learned to read and write at a young age which in turn led him to develop his interest in painting and sketching, both a skill and a talent he picked up from his mother.
Some might say it’s all an act, a façade really. As he’s built up this dark persona that surrounds him when he’s in public but when he’s alone or with the few that really know him know that he’s just as troubled and flawed just like everyone else. Like most people though, if the right person were to come along and give him a good smack in the right direction and shatter his barriers they‘ll come to see that he‘s just a man who took a wrong turn and got lost once or twice. Basically he just needs someone to bring him back down to reality, away from the shadow of his father and his life and home, and teach him what it means to live. While, naturally, getting into mounds of mischief and trouble along the way.
History
Velkan had a pretty normal upbringing. He had the older brother, a loving mother, and what family would be complete without the overbearing and strong willed father? Korvik was the oldest and when he was 14 managed to slip out of his fathers grasp by joining his uncle on the seas and leaning the fisherman’s craft. Velkan, on the other hand, hadn’t been so fortunate. His mother had passed away when he was young and his brother had gone off and this had left Velkan under the harsh and not so loving care of his Lord Holder father. His father had loathed the fact that his eldest son had shirked his duties to being a Lord Holders son so naturally Korvan took out his frustration out his youngest and only remaining son. After all, he would need someone to carry on after he was dead and gone.
The two boys had adored their mother, Velkan most of all. She was their beacon of strength and support when their fathers wrath ripped through the hold. Now being the youngest by a good many turns, it left him vulnerable to his fathers outbursts at an early age. When mother and brother weren’t around for some reason or another, the young boy became very well acquainted with the back of his fathers hand or the snap of his belt, whichever happened to fit the Lord’s mood that evening. No one really suspected a thing when the bruises began to show on the young boy. After all, he was a child and a rambunctious young boy at that, they do tend to earn their fair share of scrapes and bruises running around the place. At first no one but the staff noticed how Velkan tended to have a few more bruises when he was alone with his father but they knew better then to speak up. Their jobs were at stake and they had families to feed, so you can’t really blame them can you? Oh but Velkan can and did as he got older.
His mother didn’t find out about the mistreatment of her son long after her eldest had left and Velkan was around the age of twelve. It was utter chaos that night. His mother was like a wher gone rogue as she confronted the man who had been abusing his own child for so many years. Velkan had been standing near the door, looking through the small crack and staring wide eyed as the light from the fire danced across his parents and the scene that was unfolding in the library. It was a passing drudge that had to take him firmly, but gently, by the hand and lead him away from the distressing scene but even though his sight no longer beheld the library his ears rang with a swift clap of flesh striking flesh and the startled gasp of his mother as Velkan could only guess his father had instead turned his hand on his mother this night.
That was the night where his hatred for his father began but it truly started to ignite and consume him no more then four turns later when his mother turned up dead in the same library the confrontation had occurred. Velkan was devastated at the loss and completely held his father responsible for her early death. By now he was sixteen and contained a lot more hatred and violence within himself. He could be heard on a daily basis going on to servants about how it was his father who murdered his mother but naturally there was no proof and of course the Lord’s servants wisely kept quiet, for anyone who spoke up about the matter tended to show up missing within the month.
Though he was the son of a Lord Holder, Velkan really only held one truly precious possession. When his mother passed her bronze fire lizard, Apollo, instead of wandering off to leave chose to further his bond with Velkan and attached himself to the boy. The old bronze was a life saver to the troubled youth. With Apollo around his father didn’t dare try and lay a hand on him and for the first time since his mother passed Velkan finally felt at ease walking the halls of his own Hold knowing no harm would come his way, not when he had his trusty companion perched stoically on his shoulder. Apollo was more then just a protector though. With his brother gone most of the time out to sea, the bronze served as a reliable means to get messages back and forth between the two brothers.
As with the rest of his life though, it seemed like this good thing wasn’t meant to last. When he was around 18 the news came down that apparently his father had found Velkan a suitable wife and the arrangements were being made to wed the two during the summer. Naturally Velkan was outraged at the audacity of his father, of course refusing to marry the girl he had no interest in and barely knew. Enraged the lad stormed into his fathers study, for the first time standing up for himself, and angrily shoved the older man from behind to gain his attention. For a brief moment it looked as though he had gained the upper hand and finally managed to put the old man in his place, showing that his son would not be his personal punching bag anymore. Those feelings only lasted half a breath as his fathers arm swung back and cracked him across the face. Blood poured down from a gash across his nose as his fathers ring had dug deep into his flesh, permanently scarring him for the rest of his life. His trusty bronze had tried to interfere and protect His but his father had swatted the annoying creature aside and leaving poor Apollo with a badly broken wing and a damaged ribcage. Unfortunately within a few days the flit had passed away after some complications that occurred from internal bleeding. Apollo had been 28.
Fed up with his life and how it had turned out so far, Velkan stormed out of his Hold after borrowing the beast masters ‘lizard and sent word to his Aunt, his mothers sister, down in the South telling her about all his fathers doings and the recent murder of his mothers flit, demanding that she use her connections with Trelis to send a dragon to fetch him. He couldn’t stay where he was anymore, he needed out. The response came within a day with instructions to wait at Ista Weyr till she could send a friend of hers to retrieve him.
It didn’t take much to get into the Weyr being the son of a Lord, even if he so happened to be a bastard, had it’s advantages. Currently he was rooming with a young Harper girl who befriended him as he patiently awaited the arrival of a Trelis dragon. He had no idea that the dragons of Ista would soon come to insist he be ushered to the sands as the thought of becoming a rider never once crossed his mind. Who knows, could this be the change that he was so desperately searching for?
Craft Harper
Ranking Apprentice
Strengths Writing, sketching, painting, playing guitar. Has the potential to teach others.
Weakness Lacks confidence in his own abilities which keeps him from reaching his full potential.
Location
Emerald Nebula egg- Garnet Thormyth impresses to Vl'kan
Age 3-4 Months
Current Size 9.3 ft
Personality: Strives for acknowledgement, Hateful, Spiteful, Aggressive, Calculating, Flirtatious, Secretly self-conscious and insecure.
Size: 37 feet
Hex Codes:
Body/Nose- 2c0000
Underside/Tailtip- b31313
Highlights/Tail- f10505
A note on Thormyth: Thormyth loves to see people get hurt, but it all comes from an insecurity he has in himself. He will never let anyone but His know, but it is there nevertheless. He's worried he isn't good enough, not taken seriously, etc. So, he decided upon hatching that he would make others pay attention and acknowledge him. He doesn't even care how much damage he has to do in the meantime.
Pop Rocks Sunset
Name: Starfire
Impressed to:
Full-grown size: 1.5 feet
Colour Codes:
DBB430
EB7120
EF1C1C
Personality: Mothering, sweet, no nonsense attitude, stern, scolding, loving, whiny at times, loves Thorymyth, possessive
