Post by Zirin on Jul 3, 2011 21:02:33 GMT -5
Korvin of White Kosk
Canines: Boar(M) and Gray(F)
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Korvin
Canines: Boar(M) and Gray(F)
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Korvin
Pronunciation: Core-vin
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Birth Season: Spring, I1 T178
Sexuality: Undecided, leans towards females
Location: Trelis Weyr
Rank: Wherling
Pack: Tsunami
Family
Parents: Deceased
Brothers:
Brothers: Naldrin (-4) and Venton (-11) - Location Unknown, assumed deceased
Sisters: Zinxa (-2) and Drieki (-7) - Location Unknown, assumed deceased
Appearance:
Hair:Stringy, oily, black
Eyes: Green
Height:5 8
Korvin is, to say the least, a greasy fellow. His black hair, shiny, stringy and parted directly in the middle, reaches just past his ears in straight, un-kept strands. His bangs usually hang in front of his eyes, though if he s concentrating on something they may be tucked behind his ears. His skin is oily, rarely tanned and usually covered in smudges of mud or dirt. He has a large, hooked nose and thin lips that are usually set in a scowl. His deep, green eyes, full of loathing and a bit of ego, are usually narrowed, shadowed by his somewhat thick eyebrows.
Despite his lifestyle, he is shockingly thin. His muscles are well defined, but small; strong enough to do what he needs to do and nothing more. He has a number of small scars over his body from childhood fights. He has two long scars on his side, a trophy from his only attempt on the southern wild felines. The rest of his frame is well proportioned, just the right thickness for his five foot eight height. Korvin tends to wear darker colours, occasionally in browns and greens but usually in black. His clothing is always practical.
Despite his usual appearance, Korvin can be somewhat attractive when he cleans up, though that is rare in itself. He has gather clothes, though again they lean towards more practical than formal, and are generally black.
Personality:
Determined, Independent, Loyal to the people he cares deeply for,
Disrespectful, Untrusting, Poor manners, Sarcastic
Korvin is the type of person you don t want to get involved with. Rude, ignorant and a bit obnoxious, Korvin thinks of him and him alone. If you speak to him, be prepared to be belittled or ignored, no matter who you are. Until you earn his respect, he won t give a damn who you are. He tends to deal with people using blunt comments or sarcasm. This has a tendency to get him into trouble, as his life in the Weyr now requires him to be respectful of those who outrank him. Due to this, he tends to stick to himself, keeping company only with his dogs whenever possible. He hates appearing weak, and no matter the odds he will avoid asking for or accepting assistance from anyone. His canines are the only exception, as he sees them as an extension of himself. This hatred of weakness extends to others as well. He hates weak and happy-go-lucky people, believing they are too na ve of the real world to be of any use to anyone.
He loves the dark, loves the ability to blend into the shadows of the night and loves testing his skills by hunting and exploring the area around the Weyr at night. Strangely enough, he has a soft spot for the young of any species, including humans, as it is the only time in life when innocence and naivety is ok. The only other type of person he feels anything for is, oddly enough, anyone who successfully dominates him, either mentally, physically or sexually.
Korvin is also quite the drunk, enjoying wine and drink to the fullest. When he drinks enough, he has a strange tendency to become friendly, cuddly even, and is one of the few times he is ever truly approachable. Never let him drink too much, however, because once he passes a certain amount in his system, he tends to become emotional and violent.
He has also speaks with an accent.
History:
Korvin was the second of seven children born to Xadrion and Vioneli, leaders of a medium sized band of nomadic hunters. The group was made up of a small number of family groups, each of which had skills in hunting, tanning, and carving. The troupe would travel the lands, setting up camp in a location that would be their home for a couple weeks, long enough to preserve the meat and hides of their kills. The materials they collected were sold at Hold gathers in order to gain the marks they needed to bring in new canines, materials and the occasional packbeast that were used to pull the caravans. Siblings were born to the family over a number of years. From the time Korvin and his siblings were old enough to walk, they began learning how to recognize animal tracks and signs, though Korvin never had much luck with it. They also began learning to wield the bows and crossbows that their group were known to use.
As he grew older, he spent time equally with both his father and mother. With his father, he practiced hunting, shooting, and understanding the hunting canines they used. With his mother, he learned first how to raise the pups, then eventually how to train them to be hunting or guard dogs, and the differences in each. He took an instant love to bother and waited anxiously for the day he would be considered old enough to raise and train his first personal canine partner. The day finally came on his seventh turn, when he was allowed to pick a pup from his mother s canine s recent litter. He picked a bulky, stamina heavy male, whom he named Bull. He tried his best to train the pup, and though it wasn t the most well trained, it did the job it was needed for well enough, showing a prowess for tracking scents.
As time went on, Korvin and Bull began joining the hunters more often and was excited to hunt alongside his elder brother, Xandrikor, who was a bit of an idol for the young boy, since Xand showed a knack for one hit kills. When he was thirteen, his younger brother Xadrev raised his first dog, a large brown and black male named Boar. Unlike Bull, Boar was raised to be a guard dog, and though he could be used for hunting, he was trained to be protective of their homes and people. He ended up being more vicious and territorial than most of the troupe preferred, but Boar showed a deep love for both Xadrev and Korvin and was very protective of them both. Turns passed without anything too exciting happening, and Korvin began trying his luck at night hunting, finding the experience to be an exhilarating new challenge. His parents weren t fond of his new hobby, but with both Bull and Boar often accompanying him, they felt he was safe enough. Tracking became easier for Korvin as he learned to trust his canine companions. Eventually Xadrev began to join the night hunts and one night he went out alone and came back covered in deep gashes, Boar showed a number of gashes as well. Xadrev didn t survive the night.
With his owner gone, Boar was adopted by Korvin, since he was the only one with any control over the dog. However, even he had a hard time when Boar was near his eldest brother, and Bull began showing the same distrust. Unsure of why the canines were behaving that way, Korvin passed off the behavior as a side effect of his brother s death. A mistake he regrets to this day.
It was less than a Turn later that IT happened. Korvin had been banned from his night hunts, his parents fearing he would die like his younger brother had. Yet, the daylight lifestyle didn t suit him, and almost a Turn after the death, Korvin snuck out. He had not been gone long when Bull and Boar suddenly became nervous, and moments later, the air was filled with screams. He ran back to the campsite, horrified to find everything in flames. He called desperately for his family as the dogs paced the perimeter. The he saw his eldest brother watching from the tree line. Help! He had called, but his brother simply turned away. Korvin chased after him, calling for him to help. Eventually his brother turned around and told him the truth. HE had set the fire, to escape the wretched, traditional lifestyle of the camp. He wanted to be a rider, but a witness would make that difficult. Xandrikor pulled his crossbow on them. It became a fight as Bull launched himself at Xandrikor to protect his master. Korvin was forced to watch as his dog ripped out the throat of the brother he had loved most. The dog, wounded from the fight, passed away.
Korvin stayed by the camp after that until the fires had burned down enough for him to scavenge the camp for the materials he would need to survive. It was while he was scavenging that he found a slightly smoky, three month old pup, likely the only survivor, hidden underneath one of the less burnt caravans. He named the skittish pup Gray and took her with him. He spent a few days loitering around the site, hoping someone would come back, though the only life that returned was one of the mules. Realizing he needed to leave if he was to live, he took the mule and his dogs and left. He spent the next two turns surviving on his own, training Gray as he went. He began sneaking into gathers with the low quality hides he was able to salvage from his kills, and it was there that he first learned of whers; the powerful, night beasts of the Weyrs. Interested by the idea of an animal more powerful than his canines, he decided to make his way to Trelis, bartering his mule off for passage on a ship to the island.
Now, completely unaware of how Weyrlife works and with no knowledge of whers other than that they are powerful, Korvin must learn to recognize his place in his new home in time to stand.
Craft: Hunter
Ranking: N/A
Strength: Large animals, crossbows, hunting alone, some simple tanning
Weaknesses: Snares, tracking, group hunts, felines, making hunting tools
IC History:
Hair:Stringy, oily, black
Eyes: Green
Height:5 8
Korvin is, to say the least, a greasy fellow. His black hair, shiny, stringy and parted directly in the middle, reaches just past his ears in straight, un-kept strands. His bangs usually hang in front of his eyes, though if he s concentrating on something they may be tucked behind his ears. His skin is oily, rarely tanned and usually covered in smudges of mud or dirt. He has a large, hooked nose and thin lips that are usually set in a scowl. His deep, green eyes, full of loathing and a bit of ego, are usually narrowed, shadowed by his somewhat thick eyebrows.
Despite his lifestyle, he is shockingly thin. His muscles are well defined, but small; strong enough to do what he needs to do and nothing more. He has a number of small scars over his body from childhood fights. He has two long scars on his side, a trophy from his only attempt on the southern wild felines. The rest of his frame is well proportioned, just the right thickness for his five foot eight height. Korvin tends to wear darker colours, occasionally in browns and greens but usually in black. His clothing is always practical.
Despite his usual appearance, Korvin can be somewhat attractive when he cleans up, though that is rare in itself. He has gather clothes, though again they lean towards more practical than formal, and are generally black.
Personality:
Determined, Independent, Loyal to the people he cares deeply for,
Disrespectful, Untrusting, Poor manners, Sarcastic
Korvin is the type of person you don t want to get involved with. Rude, ignorant and a bit obnoxious, Korvin thinks of him and him alone. If you speak to him, be prepared to be belittled or ignored, no matter who you are. Until you earn his respect, he won t give a damn who you are. He tends to deal with people using blunt comments or sarcasm. This has a tendency to get him into trouble, as his life in the Weyr now requires him to be respectful of those who outrank him. Due to this, he tends to stick to himself, keeping company only with his dogs whenever possible. He hates appearing weak, and no matter the odds he will avoid asking for or accepting assistance from anyone. His canines are the only exception, as he sees them as an extension of himself. This hatred of weakness extends to others as well. He hates weak and happy-go-lucky people, believing they are too na ve of the real world to be of any use to anyone.
He loves the dark, loves the ability to blend into the shadows of the night and loves testing his skills by hunting and exploring the area around the Weyr at night. Strangely enough, he has a soft spot for the young of any species, including humans, as it is the only time in life when innocence and naivety is ok. The only other type of person he feels anything for is, oddly enough, anyone who successfully dominates him, either mentally, physically or sexually.
Korvin is also quite the drunk, enjoying wine and drink to the fullest. When he drinks enough, he has a strange tendency to become friendly, cuddly even, and is one of the few times he is ever truly approachable. Never let him drink too much, however, because once he passes a certain amount in his system, he tends to become emotional and violent.
He has also speaks with an accent.
History:
Korvin was the second of seven children born to Xadrion and Vioneli, leaders of a medium sized band of nomadic hunters. The group was made up of a small number of family groups, each of which had skills in hunting, tanning, and carving. The troupe would travel the lands, setting up camp in a location that would be their home for a couple weeks, long enough to preserve the meat and hides of their kills. The materials they collected were sold at Hold gathers in order to gain the marks they needed to bring in new canines, materials and the occasional packbeast that were used to pull the caravans. Siblings were born to the family over a number of years. From the time Korvin and his siblings were old enough to walk, they began learning how to recognize animal tracks and signs, though Korvin never had much luck with it. They also began learning to wield the bows and crossbows that their group were known to use.
As he grew older, he spent time equally with both his father and mother. With his father, he practiced hunting, shooting, and understanding the hunting canines they used. With his mother, he learned first how to raise the pups, then eventually how to train them to be hunting or guard dogs, and the differences in each. He took an instant love to bother and waited anxiously for the day he would be considered old enough to raise and train his first personal canine partner. The day finally came on his seventh turn, when he was allowed to pick a pup from his mother s canine s recent litter. He picked a bulky, stamina heavy male, whom he named Bull. He tried his best to train the pup, and though it wasn t the most well trained, it did the job it was needed for well enough, showing a prowess for tracking scents.
As time went on, Korvin and Bull began joining the hunters more often and was excited to hunt alongside his elder brother, Xandrikor, who was a bit of an idol for the young boy, since Xand showed a knack for one hit kills. When he was thirteen, his younger brother Xadrev raised his first dog, a large brown and black male named Boar. Unlike Bull, Boar was raised to be a guard dog, and though he could be used for hunting, he was trained to be protective of their homes and people. He ended up being more vicious and territorial than most of the troupe preferred, but Boar showed a deep love for both Xadrev and Korvin and was very protective of them both. Turns passed without anything too exciting happening, and Korvin began trying his luck at night hunting, finding the experience to be an exhilarating new challenge. His parents weren t fond of his new hobby, but with both Bull and Boar often accompanying him, they felt he was safe enough. Tracking became easier for Korvin as he learned to trust his canine companions. Eventually Xadrev began to join the night hunts and one night he went out alone and came back covered in deep gashes, Boar showed a number of gashes as well. Xadrev didn t survive the night.
With his owner gone, Boar was adopted by Korvin, since he was the only one with any control over the dog. However, even he had a hard time when Boar was near his eldest brother, and Bull began showing the same distrust. Unsure of why the canines were behaving that way, Korvin passed off the behavior as a side effect of his brother s death. A mistake he regrets to this day.
It was less than a Turn later that IT happened. Korvin had been banned from his night hunts, his parents fearing he would die like his younger brother had. Yet, the daylight lifestyle didn t suit him, and almost a Turn after the death, Korvin snuck out. He had not been gone long when Bull and Boar suddenly became nervous, and moments later, the air was filled with screams. He ran back to the campsite, horrified to find everything in flames. He called desperately for his family as the dogs paced the perimeter. The he saw his eldest brother watching from the tree line. Help! He had called, but his brother simply turned away. Korvin chased after him, calling for him to help. Eventually his brother turned around and told him the truth. HE had set the fire, to escape the wretched, traditional lifestyle of the camp. He wanted to be a rider, but a witness would make that difficult. Xandrikor pulled his crossbow on them. It became a fight as Bull launched himself at Xandrikor to protect his master. Korvin was forced to watch as his dog ripped out the throat of the brother he had loved most. The dog, wounded from the fight, passed away.
Korvin stayed by the camp after that until the fires had burned down enough for him to scavenge the camp for the materials he would need to survive. It was while he was scavenging that he found a slightly smoky, three month old pup, likely the only survivor, hidden underneath one of the less burnt caravans. He named the skittish pup Gray and took her with him. He spent a few days loitering around the site, hoping someone would come back, though the only life that returned was one of the mules. Realizing he needed to leave if he was to live, he took the mule and his dogs and left. He spent the next two turns surviving on his own, training Gray as he went. He began sneaking into gathers with the low quality hides he was able to salvage from his kills, and it was there that he first learned of whers; the powerful, night beasts of the Weyrs. Interested by the idea of an animal more powerful than his canines, he decided to make his way to Trelis, bartering his mule off for passage on a ship to the island.
Now, completely unaware of how Weyrlife works and with no knowledge of whers other than that they are powerful, Korvin must learn to recognize his place in his new home in time to stand.
Ranking: N/A
Strength: Large animals, crossbows, hunting alone, some simple tanning
Weaknesses: Snares, tracking, group hunts, felines, making hunting tools
IC History:
- I1 T197 (Summer) - Korvin arrives at the Weyr after hearing about whers
- I1 T197 (Summer) - Korvin meets Naomi, they dislike eachother almost immediately, though he also respects her.
- I1 T197 (Summer) - While out hunting, Korvin trips and is trapped under a rock, Naomi saves him and kisses him, but otherwise there is a lot of arguing
- I1 T197 (Fall) - Gray gave birth to a large litter of puppies, which Korvin gives away at the Fall Gather
- I1 T197 (Fall) - At the Gather, Korvin drinks a bit too much and flirts with Naomi
- I1 T197 (Fall) - Korvin attends the wher hatching and impresses White Kosk
Kosk
Pronunciation: Caw-sk
Rank: White (Identifies female)
Age: 4 Months
Size: 2.6 Feet
Color Codes:
Body: f1e4f1
Clutch
Name/Egg: Wonderland Clutch - Cheese Wheel Egg
Dam: Green Lobask
Sire: Bronze Dask
Date: Fall, I1 T197
Appearance:
Kosk is a tiny thing, even for a white, something that Korvin detests with every fiber of his being. At under three feet when she's full grown, Kosk will likely always be the smallest wher in Trelis, but that doesn't seem to trouble her at all. She moves with a sort of subtle grace, like a strange dance known only to a knight such as herself. Her hide is white, like most of her rank, but after being well oiled and in decent light, it's possible to see the subtle pink hue of her hide. Her tail is abnormally long for a wher, and incredibly skinny to boot, and she seems to use it as a sort of balancer on the ground, allowing her to move quickly and make sharp turns without stumbling or losing her balance. When not on the move, Kosk has a habit of sitting with her tail wrapped around her feet, head tilted to one side.
Personality:
Stead-fast, loyal, fierce, protective, matter-of-fact, fighter not lover, eager to impress others, hates being called small
Kosk is the type of companion you truly want, too bad she isn't bigger. If there's one thing this little lady hates, its being jusged for her size. As she sees it, she can do anything anyone else can do and her tiny has nothing to do with it. In time, she'll learn to truly use her size to her advantage. She is a fierce and loyal companion, always believing the best of her companions regardless of the situation, and she is loving to a fault. Not so loving that she'll avoid fighting however. Kosk loves to fight, or as she claims; duel. She has an incessent need to prove herself, possible in an attempt to get Korvin to love her as she loves him.
She has a moderate intelligence, rather average for her range, making her easy enough to train. Her need to impress others helps keep her on track with training and her matter-of-fact attitude means she likes knowing things before others. She has a strange love of carrying sticks in her mouth like a sword.
Mind-Voice
Kosk not tiny! Kosk might! Kosk win.
Her voice holds nothing but pure confidence and pride, and would be intimidating to listen to if not for the high-pitched, squeaky tone of her voice. She can be loud at times, though when she gets sad or upset her voice can get quieter than the whispers of a mouse.
Impression Post
Now, almost as an opposite of its green sibling, the smallest egg of the clutch was about to hatch. The egg tapped from inside out, chirping happily as it worked. Nothing to fear, it would be out soon, and its hunger would be dealt with as well. Another chip out, another chirp. It went like this for a while, and to some it might even seem as if the wheret inside was eating at its shell little by little. Except it wasn't really eating the shell, that would be gross.
Finally one white claw hooked onto the edge of the shell, and a glowing blue, yellow eye pressed against the opening. Why hello there, what was this!?! The wheret chirped again and squeaked as she pressed her tiny wings against the sides of her egg. It gave way with a sigh-like sound and she gladly shook off the remnants from her hide. A white, a small one at that, and female. She glanced up at Korvin and tilted her head, waving her tail around behind her. Chirping again, she suddenly pranced in place and landed with her tail end up in the air and her head to the ground like a playing canine pup.
She would fight this one, for he seemed to be strong and fierce as well! This one was worthy of her match, oh yes. She purred and came back to a sitting position, wrapping her long tail around her paws, again tilting her head. Korvin'sKosk think Korvin has secret. Kosk not tell though. She peered into his mind, her eyes turning to rainbows as she blinked. Kosk think Korvin dislikes Korvin'sKosk too. Kosk not tiny! Kosk mighty! Kosk win. She fluttered her pale wings and seemed to smile at the young man.
Boar
Pronunciation: Boar
Type: Canine
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Size: Medium-Large
Color Codes:
Base: 764121
Belly: e2c192
Marking: 1c1c25
Litter
Dam: N/A
Sire: N/A
Date: Fall, I1 T90
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Appearance/Personality:
Boar is territorial, no ifs ands or buts. This big boy will claim something as his own and protect it to the death. He is snarly, vicious, and prone to attacking anyone or anything that comes into his home, though thankfully he only considers the room he lives in as his territory. He is incredibly loyal, never letting harm come to his owner or Gray, his pack mate. Becoming part of this German Shepherd type canine's pack is tough, but once you do, you ll find a loving, life-long, friend.
There are a number of scars on Boars hind legs and side, from a battle with a southern feline. Boar always wears a black-coloured strip of hide around his neck, which his owner uses to chain him when he has to do non-hunting tasks.[/spoiler]
Gray
Pronunciation: Gray
Type: Canine
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Size: Medium
Color Codes:
Base: 343737
Belly: b8c2c1
Marking: 8a6130
Litter
Dam: N/A
Sire: N/A
Date: Summer, I1 T195
Appearance/ Personality:
Unlike Boar, Gray is much more of a pet than a working canine. Where he is noisy and aggressive, she is quiet and submissive. Friendly and intelligent, she has a fair bit more freedom than Boar, as she won t attack strangers unless they show aggression towards her owner. She is overall shy, requiring patience in order to gain her trust. She is a rather dependant canine and has a habit of following Boar around.
She is a fair bit smaller than Boar, though still in the medium size range, and wears a light blue strip of hide around her neck. Unlike Boar, however, the collar is usually not used to chain her up, as she never strays far from Boar.
Unlike Boar, Gray is much more of a pet than a working canine. Where he is noisy and aggressive, she is quiet and submissive. Friendly and intelligent, she has a fair bit more freedom than Boar, as she won t attack strangers unless they show aggression towards her owner. She is overall shy, requiring patience in order to gain her trust. She is a rather dependant canine and has a habit of following Boar around.
She is a fair bit smaller than Boar, though still in the medium size range, and wears a light blue strip of hide around her neck. Unlike Boar, however, the collar is usually not used to chain her up, as she never strays far from Boar.
