Post by metaldawn71 on Jun 26, 2012 4:09:45 GMT -4
Name: Novar
Pronunciation: Noe - Vahr
Age:14
Season Born In: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Appearance: Standing 5'7", he has short brown hair and intense blue eyes. He wears a v-shaped black tunic and brown snug fitting trousers. He is lightly muscled, slender and has whip marks on his back. He has fair skin. He has an average sized nose and thin lips. He has freckles on the left and right cheek and on the bridge of his nose. He's a scrawny thing, looking as if the wind would blow him away. His arms and legs barely seems to have any meat on them. His hair is tousled in a wild nest of curls and waves. He is actually stronger than he appears, fooling everyone when it comes to lifting anything.
He has begun to notice how people tend to view him as attractive ever since he left the Hold. Novar has a burn scar on his leg. The boy's step-father burned him after seeing the drawings with hot candle wax. He would do this many times before Novar left the Hold.
Personality: At first glance, people think that Novar is not dragonrider material. Don't let this fool you. He is very kind and compassionate. He is very strong-willed and determined. His past made him what and who he is, today. He can be cruel at times, not thinking of the consequence until afterwards. He is a paranoid boy with a timid disposition. One thing he isn't is disrespectful of his elders. Some may look at him as odd, while others that know him look at him as a loyal, binding friend.
He is a peacekeeper or at least tries to be. Novar is a bit shy when it comes to pretty women or men. He is an excellent conversationalist when around his friends. He is very quiet when strangers approach. Socially, he is not for large crowds. This is because of what happened to him during his stay at Benden Hold. He was ganged up on a lot and stoned because he was viewed as a freak.
A lot of hurtful things were said, most could not be forgotten. When ever he was invited to stay anywhere, he would think that there was a motive behind it. There is room for improvement, however. He yearns for friendship and eventually a relationship in the future.
Family:
Father - Unknown Brownrider
Mother - Betra - BeastHealer; Last known whereabouts was in Benden Hold.
Foster Father - Setliat - Journeyman Vinter
Foster Mother - Dianra - Drudge
Location: Holdless, wilderness
Rank: Rebellion Dragon Candidate
History: Novar grew up with two foster parents, not by choice. That is to say, his father was from Benden Weyr, a random Brownrider who got his mother pregnant and was never heard or seen from again. For a single mother, it was very difficult for her. She could not take up a Craft because of her pregnancy, and there was an issue of being a female and working a Craft at Benden Hold. She knew little about Beastcrafting but practiced it in secret, which wasn't easy. She needed someone to help take care of her son. She was a drudge for one man named Setliat, servicing him and his wife. Setliat had treated her like a canine. He knew she was pregnant so he said to her the payment for her freedom was her unborn child. He said when the child was born, he would send her south because he had heard rumors. He said she had worn out her service to him.
Setliat fed her well and took care of her. His wife was jealous. He told her not to be; that he was only being kind to her because his mother was pregnant. When her son was born, he would take the baby and raise it as their own. Set's wife hated the idea but went along with it, fearing punishment if she went against him. Nine months came, and the baby was born with the help of a local midwife. His mother was in tears since she desperately wanted her son but only to be free. The local midwife knew the situation and obediently gave the child to Setliat. The knowledge that she could not be with her son tore her apart.The women around Setliat knew he would punish them if they were to defy him, including his wife. Setliat took the child away from his mother in hopes the child would never see her again. Set named the boy Novar.
At age 6, Setliat taught Novar how to read, write and figure numbers. What he did excel at was a bit unexpected. He excelled in art. Setliat did not approved of this and discouraged any form of art the boy did. He threw out any paintings or drawings the boy did, constantly made fun of his singing and just was a all around arse to Novar. Set's wife, however, was kind and compassionate to Novar's misfortune with his step-father. Every time Set saw his son with his wife, talking or running to her crying, he got in front of him but would not harm the boy. He knew he would grow up hating Setliat and loving his wife, as a mother. He could not stand this. It just was not right for him to treat women as such. He had it planned to let the boy go and when he was old enough, he would teach him the respect that his step-father deserved and how to treat women. Seth wanted to control Novar and mold him just like him.
When Novar reached 8 Turns old, Setliat decided that Novar was to do chores around the establishment with help of his step-father. Being a rich man, Setliat hardly worried about treachery from his own son. Setliat tried to shield the boy from the dragons, hurrying him inside when they appeared.
At 10 Turns old, Novar glanced outside and skyward because he thought he saw a shadow of moving overhead. He did. It was a Dragon! Setliat was not there, he was gone on business since he was a Journeyman Vinter. During his father's absence, his wife told him that Set and her were not his real parents; that she didn't know where his biological mother was. Novar was angry but too young to think about retaliating. About two Turns later, Setliat returned to a very different Novar. He was cold and unloving toward Set. Novar wanted to get rid of him but he knew if he did that, he wouldn't be any better than Set. He could not go anywhere since he was too young to be an Apprentice. He had to wait two more turns to be free from his captor. Set would naturally try to train him in the Vintercraft when he came of age. Keeping this secret about his real mother was difficult since he was angry with Setliat.
At age 13, as suspected, Set tried to train Novar in the Vintercraft. Novar did not want this and he told of what he saw last turn while he was away. Setliat was livid and started attacking Novar! He wanted his boy to grow up to be like him, not some sharding dragonrider or some fruit loop. Novar blocked the attack and countered with a strong punch in the stomach. He turned his back on his step-father, big mistake! Set reached for his whip on his side and used it on Novar. Set and Novar couldn't see eye to eye. He didn't want to be a Vinter and no one was going to force him, including Setliat. It was him that hid the boy away every time dragons flew overhead. He couldn't tell when they were on searches. Novar started to feel like an outcast. In Set's mind, he was. One night, when Novar was sleeping, Set sneaked in his room and opened the closet. There he found the sketches in Novar's chest. He was angry at him again. He didn't want him to be an artist...he wanted him to be a Vinter, like him.
*That boy! He's a disgrace to humankind! He's a fruit loop, a pansy..a freak!* Setliat thought. The pictures were of the dragon he saw that one day that Set was out of town. He waited until morning and called Novar down. Set confronted him about the drawings and he had confiscated all of them. Novar told him that he had no right to go in his bedroom and take all of his things. Set said that he had every right because it was his house, he then proceeded to take the drawings outside with Novar following. Set threw the drawing in a pile and burned all of his drawing tools, his drawings....everything that could tie him to art. Novar watched in shock and disbelief. He shook his head. Set knew the boy couldn't do anything because of his strength. Novar was weak, in a matter of speaking. He was meant to believe that. Set kicked the boy out on the streets. He thought Novar was a lost cause. He didn't care about what happened to him anymore. Set threw him out, literally.
Set had influence on most people in the Hold. Where ever Novar went, other people would either throw rotten tomatoes at him or yell snide remarks at him. Set didn't care whether he stayed. At 14, Novar went to Set one last time to confront him. Seth gave him the cold shoulder and told him to leave and never come back. He loved Setliat like a father and it hurt to know that his step-dad thought of him as a freak just because he was into art. Hesitantly, Novar left Benden Hold. Not because he wanted to, because he was forced to.
Novar roamed the wilderness as a storyteller, telling of the dragon he once saw and the tale of his step-father. The children of other Holds laughed at him when he told of the dragons because the way he talked. Novar once again, felt humiliated in front of total strangers. He tried to find somewhere to sleep but he was denied at every turn. He had found a abandoned cave, he made a fire and had blankets. He slept there and avoided Threadfall as well. Even though he was laughed at, he was going to try again at the storyteller. He needed the marks, he had to do something. What stories would he bring to the children? Dragon tales? No...he wanted a home to call his own. No more stories. No more traveling.
He traveled from Hold to Hold, being laughed at and feeling humiliated, living off the land. He was, after all, Holdless and alone.
Candidate Questionnaire
Name after Impressing- N'var
Name of Wher- Novsk -Duel Candidate
Color Preference- Surprise me
Character Preference- Make it a surprise.
Non-preferred- none, pretty flexible on color
Cross-Impressing- Maybe
Mutations- yep
Mauling- No. Poor boy is paranoid enough as it is.
Preferred/Non-Preferred Personality traits- angry, timid, cruel, blunt, compassionate and kind
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Pronunciation: Noe - Vahr
Age:14
Season Born In: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Appearance: Standing 5'7", he has short brown hair and intense blue eyes. He wears a v-shaped black tunic and brown snug fitting trousers. He is lightly muscled, slender and has whip marks on his back. He has fair skin. He has an average sized nose and thin lips. He has freckles on the left and right cheek and on the bridge of his nose. He's a scrawny thing, looking as if the wind would blow him away. His arms and legs barely seems to have any meat on them. His hair is tousled in a wild nest of curls and waves. He is actually stronger than he appears, fooling everyone when it comes to lifting anything.
He has begun to notice how people tend to view him as attractive ever since he left the Hold. Novar has a burn scar on his leg. The boy's step-father burned him after seeing the drawings with hot candle wax. He would do this many times before Novar left the Hold.
Personality: At first glance, people think that Novar is not dragonrider material. Don't let this fool you. He is very kind and compassionate. He is very strong-willed and determined. His past made him what and who he is, today. He can be cruel at times, not thinking of the consequence until afterwards. He is a paranoid boy with a timid disposition. One thing he isn't is disrespectful of his elders. Some may look at him as odd, while others that know him look at him as a loyal, binding friend.
He is a peacekeeper or at least tries to be. Novar is a bit shy when it comes to pretty women or men. He is an excellent conversationalist when around his friends. He is very quiet when strangers approach. Socially, he is not for large crowds. This is because of what happened to him during his stay at Benden Hold. He was ganged up on a lot and stoned because he was viewed as a freak.
A lot of hurtful things were said, most could not be forgotten. When ever he was invited to stay anywhere, he would think that there was a motive behind it. There is room for improvement, however. He yearns for friendship and eventually a relationship in the future.
Family:
Father - Unknown Brownrider
Mother - Betra - BeastHealer; Last known whereabouts was in Benden Hold.
Foster Father - Setliat - Journeyman Vinter
Foster Mother - Dianra - Drudge
Location: Holdless, wilderness
Rank: Rebellion Dragon Candidate
History: Novar grew up with two foster parents, not by choice. That is to say, his father was from Benden Weyr, a random Brownrider who got his mother pregnant and was never heard or seen from again. For a single mother, it was very difficult for her. She could not take up a Craft because of her pregnancy, and there was an issue of being a female and working a Craft at Benden Hold. She knew little about Beastcrafting but practiced it in secret, which wasn't easy. She needed someone to help take care of her son. She was a drudge for one man named Setliat, servicing him and his wife. Setliat had treated her like a canine. He knew she was pregnant so he said to her the payment for her freedom was her unborn child. He said when the child was born, he would send her south because he had heard rumors. He said she had worn out her service to him.
Setliat fed her well and took care of her. His wife was jealous. He told her not to be; that he was only being kind to her because his mother was pregnant. When her son was born, he would take the baby and raise it as their own. Set's wife hated the idea but went along with it, fearing punishment if she went against him. Nine months came, and the baby was born with the help of a local midwife. His mother was in tears since she desperately wanted her son but only to be free. The local midwife knew the situation and obediently gave the child to Setliat. The knowledge that she could not be with her son tore her apart.The women around Setliat knew he would punish them if they were to defy him, including his wife. Setliat took the child away from his mother in hopes the child would never see her again. Set named the boy Novar.
At age 6, Setliat taught Novar how to read, write and figure numbers. What he did excel at was a bit unexpected. He excelled in art. Setliat did not approved of this and discouraged any form of art the boy did. He threw out any paintings or drawings the boy did, constantly made fun of his singing and just was a all around arse to Novar. Set's wife, however, was kind and compassionate to Novar's misfortune with his step-father. Every time Set saw his son with his wife, talking or running to her crying, he got in front of him but would not harm the boy. He knew he would grow up hating Setliat and loving his wife, as a mother. He could not stand this. It just was not right for him to treat women as such. He had it planned to let the boy go and when he was old enough, he would teach him the respect that his step-father deserved and how to treat women. Seth wanted to control Novar and mold him just like him.
When Novar reached 8 Turns old, Setliat decided that Novar was to do chores around the establishment with help of his step-father. Being a rich man, Setliat hardly worried about treachery from his own son. Setliat tried to shield the boy from the dragons, hurrying him inside when they appeared.
At 10 Turns old, Novar glanced outside and skyward because he thought he saw a shadow of moving overhead. He did. It was a Dragon! Setliat was not there, he was gone on business since he was a Journeyman Vinter. During his father's absence, his wife told him that Set and her were not his real parents; that she didn't know where his biological mother was. Novar was angry but too young to think about retaliating. About two Turns later, Setliat returned to a very different Novar. He was cold and unloving toward Set. Novar wanted to get rid of him but he knew if he did that, he wouldn't be any better than Set. He could not go anywhere since he was too young to be an Apprentice. He had to wait two more turns to be free from his captor. Set would naturally try to train him in the Vintercraft when he came of age. Keeping this secret about his real mother was difficult since he was angry with Setliat.
At age 13, as suspected, Set tried to train Novar in the Vintercraft. Novar did not want this and he told of what he saw last turn while he was away. Setliat was livid and started attacking Novar! He wanted his boy to grow up to be like him, not some sharding dragonrider or some fruit loop. Novar blocked the attack and countered with a strong punch in the stomach. He turned his back on his step-father, big mistake! Set reached for his whip on his side and used it on Novar. Set and Novar couldn't see eye to eye. He didn't want to be a Vinter and no one was going to force him, including Setliat. It was him that hid the boy away every time dragons flew overhead. He couldn't tell when they were on searches. Novar started to feel like an outcast. In Set's mind, he was. One night, when Novar was sleeping, Set sneaked in his room and opened the closet. There he found the sketches in Novar's chest. He was angry at him again. He didn't want him to be an artist...he wanted him to be a Vinter, like him.
*That boy! He's a disgrace to humankind! He's a fruit loop, a pansy..a freak!* Setliat thought. The pictures were of the dragon he saw that one day that Set was out of town. He waited until morning and called Novar down. Set confronted him about the drawings and he had confiscated all of them. Novar told him that he had no right to go in his bedroom and take all of his things. Set said that he had every right because it was his house, he then proceeded to take the drawings outside with Novar following. Set threw the drawing in a pile and burned all of his drawing tools, his drawings....everything that could tie him to art. Novar watched in shock and disbelief. He shook his head. Set knew the boy couldn't do anything because of his strength. Novar was weak, in a matter of speaking. He was meant to believe that. Set kicked the boy out on the streets. He thought Novar was a lost cause. He didn't care about what happened to him anymore. Set threw him out, literally.
Set had influence on most people in the Hold. Where ever Novar went, other people would either throw rotten tomatoes at him or yell snide remarks at him. Set didn't care whether he stayed. At 14, Novar went to Set one last time to confront him. Seth gave him the cold shoulder and told him to leave and never come back. He loved Setliat like a father and it hurt to know that his step-dad thought of him as a freak just because he was into art. Hesitantly, Novar left Benden Hold. Not because he wanted to, because he was forced to.
Novar roamed the wilderness as a storyteller, telling of the dragon he once saw and the tale of his step-father. The children of other Holds laughed at him when he told of the dragons because the way he talked. Novar once again, felt humiliated in front of total strangers. He tried to find somewhere to sleep but he was denied at every turn. He had found a abandoned cave, he made a fire and had blankets. He slept there and avoided Threadfall as well. Even though he was laughed at, he was going to try again at the storyteller. He needed the marks, he had to do something. What stories would he bring to the children? Dragon tales? No...he wanted a home to call his own. No more stories. No more traveling.
He traveled from Hold to Hold, being laughed at and feeling humiliated, living off the land. He was, after all, Holdless and alone.
Candidate Questionnaire
Name after Impressing- N'var
Name of Wher- Novsk -Duel Candidate
Color Preference- Surprise me
Character Preference- Make it a surprise.
Non-preferred- none, pretty flexible on color
Cross-Impressing- Maybe
Mutations- yep
Mauling- No. Poor boy is paranoid enough as it is.
Preferred/Non-Preferred Personality traits- angry, timid, cruel, blunt, compassionate and kind
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