Post by slush on Sept 13, 2014 15:27:38 GMT -8
Name (Pronunciation): Madiren Suvern (Muh-deer-en Soo-vern)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Turnday: 58.04.04
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate (formerly Journeyman Seacrafter)
Family: Mother – Maveiya Suvern; Father – Drenal Suvern; Sister – Veyala Suvern; Paramour – Trasendi Mapeko; Son – Traren
Friends: none yet at ISW!
Pets: none yet
Appearance: The first thing anyone notices about Madiren is his easy smile. He has a dazzling set of pearly whites, especially for a Seacraft lad (perhaps because he spends far more time building ships than sailing them). Those teeth certainly stand out in his olive-toned face. His lopsided grin rests in the shadow of a too-large, narrow nose. His deep-set eyes are dark brown, as is his shock of untidy hair. Due to them and the typical 5’oclock shadow he sports, he often looks rumpled or sleepy. The young man is well-muscled from a combination of good genes and a lifetime of hard work. At 5'8", he’s just a bit below average height at, but as he sees himself as ten feet tall, he isn’t bothered. Despite his stocky build, Madiren is agile—nothing stops him from zipping all over the deck of a trawler, be it half built or pitching in a gale.
He always moves with a cocky swagger. It’s not hard to pick out his confident lope among a crowd of Seacraft boys who flop about like fish out of water on dry land. His grace extends to the dance floor, too, but good luck getting him there unless he’s well into a flagon of wine. There is an enviable ease to his self-carriage, one that makes him seem approachable at almost any time.
Personality: Madiren is generally an affable young man. He’s relaxed and outgoing. In fact, he’s a bit of a flirt with both sexes, but when it comes down to it, he’s strictly off-limits, for his heart was stolen long ago. As such, he was labeled a tease around the Seacraft Hall. He’s not the type to meet a stranger. Unfortunately, he’s also not very discerning when it comes to the moral fiber of others. He sees the best in everyone, and when someone doesn’t sit so well on his pedestal, it comes as a crushing blow. Despite his open nature, once a person has crossed him, it’s not likely he’ll ever return to Madiren’s good graces. He prides himself on his honesty and expects all others to do the same.
He has an overabundance of energy, though most of it he manages to contain by being a driven, dedicated worker. He hates to leave a job half-finished, and he’s a perfectionist, too. He can get quite prickly when his work (or others’) doesn’t meet his standards, and he’s outspoken enough to say so. He’s also not afraid to speak to or against higher-ranking persons—though he attempts to do so with respect, sometimes his emotions get the better of him, and his tongue gets him into all sorts of trouble.
Perhaps Madiren’s biggest flaw is his inability to admit his own weaknesses. He’d much rather pretend they don’t exist and hope they go away. However, when someone forces his eyes open, he works ferociously to amend his shortcomings—though it takes considerable persuasion to convince him he has them. Sometimes, despite his bluster, he gets very down on himself, particularly when his life is thrown into turmoil. When that happens, his mood turns bleak for a while, and everyone around him suddenly misses the cocksure young Seacrafter they’d once found so lovably annoying.
If there’s one thing that rivals Madiren’s love of ships and the sea, it is perhaps singing. He can’t carry a tune to save his life, but that doesn’t keep him from caterwauling like a dying feline every chance he gets. Some of his crewmates took to wearing cotton plugs jammed in their ears, for he wails away as he works, no exceptions.
Of course, his truest love is his childhood sweetheart, Trasendi, but now that he’s somewhat-exiled to Ice Stone Weyr, it pains him to speak of her. The ink-stains on his fingertips stand as a testament to his devotion though, as the usually non-verbose Madiren writes his lady love any time he has a free moment.
History: Madiren is far from native to the snow and ice of the Weyr. He hails from the one of the Seacrafthalls in the South, and he fully expected to live out his days as a shipbuilder there. He was the first and only son of parents who were also bred in the craft—his father was a shipwright, his mother a worker in the Hall’s nursery. His aptitude for his father’s business had him set on an Apprentice’s path straightaway, and he made Journeyman in good time. But the life Madiren pictured was not to be.
As a young lad, he spent much of his time with his mother in the crèche. There, he met a young lass by the name of Trasendi. Her parents had died when their craft went down in a storm, and the orphan girl clung to her caregiver Maveiya. Soon, he and Trassy became inseparable, and once Madiren’s younger sister Veyala was of an age to gallivant with them, she tagged along as well. The three of them were doted on by Maveiya. She considered Trasendi a child of her own, and she was quietly pleased when a romance blossomed between the mild-mannered girl and her son.
However, times were growing increasingly hard. A rival shipbuilding family had transferred South from the main Hall in the North, and the competition was wearing on both clans. As these Lacderran’s had a daughter of an age with Madiren, it was decided that the two would be betrothed to secure both family’s wealths.
Madiren railed against his parents, but they were as firm with punishment as they were free with praise. They informed him in no uncertain terms that he was to marry Salza Lacderran, and that was the end of that. He and Trasendi were both devastated. Unbeknownst to any save Veyala, he and his paramour carried on a clandestine tryst.
The secret came out when Trasendi could no longer conceal the fact that she was with child. The only thing more abundant than fish in a Seacraft Hall is gossip, so everyone and their mother knew the culprit. And to make matters worse, Maveiya had, out of the kindness of her heart, arranged a marriage for Trasendi, too! She was wroth with the both of them, naturally. As punishment for shaming their family, Madiren’s parents sent him to live with distant relatives at Icy Caverns Hold. Supposedly, he was to be granted work building ships for the fishermen there.
Cold, miserable, and along among strangers, Madiren brooded, pining for his love and the son he has yet to set eyes on. To top it off, the holdfolk whispered about the circumstances of his transfer. They locked up their daughters and cast suspicious glances. It was hard for him to find work, considering the Holdfolk’s distrust of this strange southron boy. And it hasn’t helped that he landed slap in the middle of a political storm of which he is entirely ignorant.
Possessed by an unusual wild hair and thoroughly maddened by the state of his life, he did something he’d never before considered. He ran away, to the Weyr of which the holders spoke so venomously. Perhaps the Weyrfolk would not be so judgmental, and if he were to Impress a dragon, well…not much could stop him from being with Transendi then, now could it? He was accepted as a Candidate, but the dragons’ pronouncement of him as fit has not entirely eased the minds of their riders
Adoption:No, I’d rather not.
Dragon Preferences:
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Turnday: 58.04.04
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate (formerly Journeyman Seacrafter)
Family: Mother – Maveiya Suvern; Father – Drenal Suvern; Sister – Veyala Suvern; Paramour – Trasendi Mapeko; Son – Traren
Friends: none yet at ISW!
Pets: none yet
Appearance: The first thing anyone notices about Madiren is his easy smile. He has a dazzling set of pearly whites, especially for a Seacraft lad (perhaps because he spends far more time building ships than sailing them). Those teeth certainly stand out in his olive-toned face. His lopsided grin rests in the shadow of a too-large, narrow nose. His deep-set eyes are dark brown, as is his shock of untidy hair. Due to them and the typical 5’oclock shadow he sports, he often looks rumpled or sleepy. The young man is well-muscled from a combination of good genes and a lifetime of hard work. At 5'8", he’s just a bit below average height at, but as he sees himself as ten feet tall, he isn’t bothered. Despite his stocky build, Madiren is agile—nothing stops him from zipping all over the deck of a trawler, be it half built or pitching in a gale.
He always moves with a cocky swagger. It’s not hard to pick out his confident lope among a crowd of Seacraft boys who flop about like fish out of water on dry land. His grace extends to the dance floor, too, but good luck getting him there unless he’s well into a flagon of wine. There is an enviable ease to his self-carriage, one that makes him seem approachable at almost any time.
Personality: Madiren is generally an affable young man. He’s relaxed and outgoing. In fact, he’s a bit of a flirt with both sexes, but when it comes down to it, he’s strictly off-limits, for his heart was stolen long ago. As such, he was labeled a tease around the Seacraft Hall. He’s not the type to meet a stranger. Unfortunately, he’s also not very discerning when it comes to the moral fiber of others. He sees the best in everyone, and when someone doesn’t sit so well on his pedestal, it comes as a crushing blow. Despite his open nature, once a person has crossed him, it’s not likely he’ll ever return to Madiren’s good graces. He prides himself on his honesty and expects all others to do the same.
He has an overabundance of energy, though most of it he manages to contain by being a driven, dedicated worker. He hates to leave a job half-finished, and he’s a perfectionist, too. He can get quite prickly when his work (or others’) doesn’t meet his standards, and he’s outspoken enough to say so. He’s also not afraid to speak to or against higher-ranking persons—though he attempts to do so with respect, sometimes his emotions get the better of him, and his tongue gets him into all sorts of trouble.
Perhaps Madiren’s biggest flaw is his inability to admit his own weaknesses. He’d much rather pretend they don’t exist and hope they go away. However, when someone forces his eyes open, he works ferociously to amend his shortcomings—though it takes considerable persuasion to convince him he has them. Sometimes, despite his bluster, he gets very down on himself, particularly when his life is thrown into turmoil. When that happens, his mood turns bleak for a while, and everyone around him suddenly misses the cocksure young Seacrafter they’d once found so lovably annoying.
If there’s one thing that rivals Madiren’s love of ships and the sea, it is perhaps singing. He can’t carry a tune to save his life, but that doesn’t keep him from caterwauling like a dying feline every chance he gets. Some of his crewmates took to wearing cotton plugs jammed in their ears, for he wails away as he works, no exceptions.
Of course, his truest love is his childhood sweetheart, Trasendi, but now that he’s somewhat-exiled to Ice Stone Weyr, it pains him to speak of her. The ink-stains on his fingertips stand as a testament to his devotion though, as the usually non-verbose Madiren writes his lady love any time he has a free moment.
History: Madiren is far from native to the snow and ice of the Weyr. He hails from the one of the Seacrafthalls in the South, and he fully expected to live out his days as a shipbuilder there. He was the first and only son of parents who were also bred in the craft—his father was a shipwright, his mother a worker in the Hall’s nursery. His aptitude for his father’s business had him set on an Apprentice’s path straightaway, and he made Journeyman in good time. But the life Madiren pictured was not to be.
As a young lad, he spent much of his time with his mother in the crèche. There, he met a young lass by the name of Trasendi. Her parents had died when their craft went down in a storm, and the orphan girl clung to her caregiver Maveiya. Soon, he and Trassy became inseparable, and once Madiren’s younger sister Veyala was of an age to gallivant with them, she tagged along as well. The three of them were doted on by Maveiya. She considered Trasendi a child of her own, and she was quietly pleased when a romance blossomed between the mild-mannered girl and her son.
However, times were growing increasingly hard. A rival shipbuilding family had transferred South from the main Hall in the North, and the competition was wearing on both clans. As these Lacderran’s had a daughter of an age with Madiren, it was decided that the two would be betrothed to secure both family’s wealths.
Madiren railed against his parents, but they were as firm with punishment as they were free with praise. They informed him in no uncertain terms that he was to marry Salza Lacderran, and that was the end of that. He and Trasendi were both devastated. Unbeknownst to any save Veyala, he and his paramour carried on a clandestine tryst.
The secret came out when Trasendi could no longer conceal the fact that she was with child. The only thing more abundant than fish in a Seacraft Hall is gossip, so everyone and their mother knew the culprit. And to make matters worse, Maveiya had, out of the kindness of her heart, arranged a marriage for Trasendi, too! She was wroth with the both of them, naturally. As punishment for shaming their family, Madiren’s parents sent him to live with distant relatives at Icy Caverns Hold. Supposedly, he was to be granted work building ships for the fishermen there.
Cold, miserable, and along among strangers, Madiren brooded, pining for his love and the son he has yet to set eyes on. To top it off, the holdfolk whispered about the circumstances of his transfer. They locked up their daughters and cast suspicious glances. It was hard for him to find work, considering the Holdfolk’s distrust of this strange southron boy. And it hasn’t helped that he landed slap in the middle of a political storm of which he is entirely ignorant.
Possessed by an unusual wild hair and thoroughly maddened by the state of his life, he did something he’d never before considered. He ran away, to the Weyr of which the holders spoke so venomously. Perhaps the Weyrfolk would not be so judgmental, and if he were to Impress a dragon, well…not much could stop him from being with Transendi then, now could it? He was accepted as a Candidate, but the dragons’ pronouncement of him as fit has not entirely eased the minds of their riders
Adoption:No, I’d rather not.
Dragon Preferences:
| Preferred Colors | Any, really | Why do you think these colors fit? |
| Cross Impression? | No preference | Comments? |
| Preferred Type(s) of Dragon/Rider Pair | Again, any | I’ll try my hand at playing anything |
| Preferred Personality Traits | Anything! | N/A |
| Mauling | Yes | As long as he keeps all his limbs, I’m game. |
