Post by twitchie on Jun 10, 2012 17:52:43 GMT -4
[/color]
Name: Venton
Pronunciation: Vin-ten
Age: 15 turns
Season Born In: Fall
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Venton is lean, though fairly muscular and rough. His limbs are wiry, firm and quick. He is wary and ready to spring to his feet to protect himself and or his beloved 'family' (which consists of Vensk, and Kico)
His hair is quite wild. It looks to be rarely brushed at times, but is usually kept clean. It hangs long and really has little order. Most of the time it settles framing his forehead and face.
His face is much older than his age. His cheeks and chin are rough from weather and sunlight, but still youthfully soft. His nose is sharp, somewhat large, and to some handsome. His eyes are deep brown that catch the light often.
Venton is marred by severe burns in several places. His left thigh, hip and a good portion of the leg is covered by a tender, slightly puffy, pink patch. His right cheek bears a similar quarter sized blotch.
Personality:
Venton, unlike his brother Korvin, wears his heart on his sleeve. He is not the kind of person to tell a lie or atleast not very convincingly. After the loss of his family, he has hardened a great deal and taken on a much more mature, grim personality.
He is simple, never wanting much. He is more than happy with course, crude cloths, sparse meals, and as little as a soft bed of hay. He is not picky, more than happy to make due with what life gives him. He certainly makes lemonade out of the lemons of life.
Despite always being ready to fight, Venton does not really like to draw his skinning or fighting daggers. He is content to save those for butchering and wild animal protection. If he can, he'll make peace with his enemy.
Even though Venton's calm and easy-going, he will fight when provoked. He's a wild man, unaccustomed speaking his mind.
Family:
Parents: Deceased
Brothers: Xandrikor and Xadrev and - Deceased
Brothers: Naldrin (-4) Korvin - Location Unknown, assumed deceased
Sisters: Zinxa (-2) and Drieki (-7) - Location Unknown, assumed deceased
Location: Overseas ---> Trelis
Rank: Wingrider
Wing/Pack: Earthshakers
History:
Venton had a fair childhood, roaming around, fishing and learning survival. He grew hearty and strong from his work and excercise. His skin was a deep tan and his cheeks dark but full of the warmth of life. He was a tall boy, sprouting quickly then filling out.
Venton had a happy, carefree life before the event that forever changed him. He had been napping (well 'resting his eyes') when he was choking on smoke. Thick black smoke swept heavily into the caravan. He screamed, gagging at the sudden dryness of his throat. Venton shut his mouth, crawling as best he could to get out.
There was a small hole he could likely squeeze though, since he was tall but thin. He was a growing 8 turn old, an orphaned boy now.
Just as he was able to taste fresh air, part of the flaming roof collasped on his left leg. A spit of flame licked his right cheek, scalding both places.
He swore he heard his skin cooking, and fought his way out.
Venton limped and crawled to a safe place, weeping. His whole body hurt, especially his burns. Soot covered his face and body.
A series of frightened, confused yips came to his ears, and to his grave delight, there was Kico!
He caught the pup in his arms, and held her.
Venton was pretty shaken up by the deaths of his entire family. He spent several days sleeping, only waking to sip water from a stream. He knew he couldn't protect both himself and Kico in his condition, so they began their quest to a new home.
It took several weeks, surviving off of mushrooms or acorns and the occasional fish until he and Kico found Apolla Hold.
He was taken, washed and bandaged before anything else was said or done.
He refused to be nursed. No. A doctor would not waste his time with him...
Several turns passed, until he was 14. During this period, Venton apprenticed to a butcher and went hunting. He butchered and sold the meat for a bit of coin for himself.
Venton had healed as much as he would, quite scarred as he would be forever.
He attended a Wher hatching, not expecting much. He had a knife in his hand, but why would be be chosen? An orphan, scarred and frightened?
The eggs hatched, one by one. Venton's hope flickered and faded. Disappointed, he turned to leave. Why had he expected to impress? What-- Something had bump into his leg hard, clearly by accident.
Looking down, Venton saw a tiny, beautiful little wher. His hide was nearly iridescent, glimmering with flecks of color.
Oh how he'd envy who ever that little wher would impress to...
Vensk very very glad he find you! Vensk is hungry and thankful he spot Vensk's!
His hands trembled, and he hardly managed to slice his palm.
"Here, Vensk."
He whispered, bending down to the little opal.
"It's ok. I'm here."
He added even softer.
Blood spilled down his wrist, staining the ground. Vensk came forward and delicately locked at Venton's blood. His eyes whirled rainbow and he snuggled against his foot.
Dragon/Wher
Name: Vensk
Pronunciation: VEE-AN-SK
Age: 1 turn
Type: wher
Rank: Opal
Size: 3.3 full grown (1.4 hatching)
Color Codes:
Base color ;; e0ffff
Flecks and Speckles 1 ;; 736aff
Flecks and Speckles 2 ;; b1fb17
Flecks and Speckles 3 ;; fbb117
Appearance:
Vensk is a tiny and delicate little wher. His hide is a snowy, shimmery blue-white with vividly speckles of orange, blue and green. He has a small but well-proportioned build with a normal thick but long tail. His face is oddly blunt, giving him a round look. His eyes are maybe alittle larger than normal.
Personality:
Vensk loves His dearly! He is very keen to how he's feeling and will pick up on any change of mood. Venton can sigh and Vensk is already prying about what is troubling His. He cannot bear to see anybody sad, so its his job to keep the world smiling!
He is a cheerful ball of happiness, his goal being to bring joy to His and others.
He believes he is a unique knight, but does not demand attention.
He compliments more than he flirts as he's clumsy and almost childish.
Vensk is always bouncing around Venton's feet, shivering and trembling with great excitement. He bumps into things a lot, as he tends ti blabber and become very distracted. He walks with a hoppish quality, head bobbing with his movements. He thinks he can do all kinds of 'dance' moves and whatnot, but really he flails around a trips over himself in a good-natured and cute way.
Mind-Voice (If applicable): Vensk wonder why Vensk's so sad... Miss family again?
- Innocent and curious. Vensk asks many amusing questions.
- He's very in tune to Venton's emotions, and usually comments or questions his memories.
Name: Kico
Pronunciation: Kee-co
Age: 1 turn
Type: dog
Rank: x
Size: Medium
Color Codes:
Appearance/Personality:
Kico is a happy but shy mutt. She's very protective of her master but tends to be submissive. She's not very bright, though she's a skillful hunter. She brings back squirrels and rabbits and wherries...
She's a forgiving pup who just loves people. When she wags her tail her whole body wags too..
Kico is a simple brown and white dog. Her eyes are bkack-brown and so is her nose. Her ears crimp over at the points. Her fur is soft underneath, but more wiry on top.
[/blockquote] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
