Post by Mentoe on Oct 2, 2009 17:23:09 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Player Name: Mentoe
Other Characters: NA
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Mentoe
Age: 21
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Lord Holder
Craft Specialty:
Current Residence: Fort Hold
Appearance:He is a tall man. He is well muscled from his work as the lord holder of Fort. He had black hair and near black eyes that are either gentle or stinging. They are large and gorgeous to look at. He has a wide chest and wide shoulders. He has a scraggly beard and mustache, though it is not full and thick, it adds something to his appearance. He has a brilliant smile that lights up a room. In appearance, he would be the perfect man to any woman in my estimations though other's might disagree.
Personality:Sweet and kind, he is trusted by those close to him. Strong and just, he is trusted by all beholden to him. He is understanding and fare. He has one of those personalities that make him see the shame to anyone and, to his knowledge, he has tried to work hard not to inflict such things on others. New in his title, he is unsure of his position and the power he holds over others. One of his greatest fears in life is failing those who are depending on him for his support and for his leadership. He would never abuse his powers, and don't get me wrong, he has been tempted before, but his schooling under his current stuard has held his judgement and ethics firm. He is smart and quick witted, never afraid to laugh. Cleaver in his dealings with people, he has the ability to avoided many situations where he must officiate. He seems to be able to circomnavigate the problems other newly appointed Lord Holders run into. He is still testing his wings in holding but feals almost ready to fly.
History:Born to the late Lord Holder, he grew up a Lord. He was his father’s only issue though he was very young when his father had died. The man that is now his trusted stuard became warder of his hold while Mentoe grew up. This same man became his instructer, mentor. Mentoe grew up distanced from his father's memmory due to the fact that he hardly knew his father. Since he was the only one that could legaly follow his father as Lord, he was not fostered out to the other holds as was the norm. He did have several fosterlings share his schooling however. At twelve, there was a search for candidates for the eggs heating on the Fort Weyr hatching grounds. He and another fosterling were chosen but while the other boy went, Mentoe did not go, for he knew that he had to be Lord Holder one day and could there for not be a dragon rider. As he grew and experienced the urgings of his teen years, he became awair of the struggles he would have in love. He knew he would have to marry and keep his blood going, but he dreamed of a true and undieing love, a love he thought he could never have. He took hold durring his twentieth turn and is now twenty-one.
Pets: Small tortisshell cat, female.
Sample Post:Mentoe heard the door squeak and winced as it grated on his eardrums. The child he held moved her face against his chest and he knew she was not awake. Mentoe turned his head around to look at the people comming from the door. The Weyrwoman came first with the weyrleader not far behind and another rider came in behind. He looked to be a brown rider from his shoulder knots and the insignia sewn in his shirt told him the man was the weyr healer. Tiered as he was, he made an attempt at the propper formalities and stood, the child still in his arms. He swayed on his feet but regained his balance and dipped his head, "Good day, Weyrleaders, weyrhealer."
He winced at the weyrwoman's comment. Snorting, Mentoe answered, Yes, Lady, we were hit hard, but we are recovering. I am sorry that I can nor offer more hospitalities, but I myself have barly recovered and most others are still abed including, my headwoman. Three in the hold have been spared;Grandrel my guard, this child, and one of the kitchen women Janya. Thank the Shells, the hold has fallen ill gradualy as the others recovered so we were not without resources. I hope the Weyr has faired better than my own hold."
The weyr healer's comment made his smile almost sinicle, "It has been two days since I was alowed to leave my bed, Weyrhealer. No, I do not feel well enough to be out and about but it is a necessity. I can not leave the working of my holding to another for there is no other to manage the hold seeings as I would prefer to have them done in this crisis. The long and short is, I can because I must. He smiled a normal smile then, "May I offer you some wine? Weyrwoman? Weyrleader? Weyrhealer? I hear it is superb for bringing back your strength."
Player Name: Mentoe
Other Characters: NA
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Mentoe
Age: 21
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Lord Holder
Craft Specialty:
Current Residence: Fort Hold
Appearance:He is a tall man. He is well muscled from his work as the lord holder of Fort. He had black hair and near black eyes that are either gentle or stinging. They are large and gorgeous to look at. He has a wide chest and wide shoulders. He has a scraggly beard and mustache, though it is not full and thick, it adds something to his appearance. He has a brilliant smile that lights up a room. In appearance, he would be the perfect man to any woman in my estimations though other's might disagree.
Personality:Sweet and kind, he is trusted by those close to him. Strong and just, he is trusted by all beholden to him. He is understanding and fare. He has one of those personalities that make him see the shame to anyone and, to his knowledge, he has tried to work hard not to inflict such things on others. New in his title, he is unsure of his position and the power he holds over others. One of his greatest fears in life is failing those who are depending on him for his support and for his leadership. He would never abuse his powers, and don't get me wrong, he has been tempted before, but his schooling under his current stuard has held his judgement and ethics firm. He is smart and quick witted, never afraid to laugh. Cleaver in his dealings with people, he has the ability to avoided many situations where he must officiate. He seems to be able to circomnavigate the problems other newly appointed Lord Holders run into. He is still testing his wings in holding but feals almost ready to fly.
History:Born to the late Lord Holder, he grew up a Lord. He was his father’s only issue though he was very young when his father had died. The man that is now his trusted stuard became warder of his hold while Mentoe grew up. This same man became his instructer, mentor. Mentoe grew up distanced from his father's memmory due to the fact that he hardly knew his father. Since he was the only one that could legaly follow his father as Lord, he was not fostered out to the other holds as was the norm. He did have several fosterlings share his schooling however. At twelve, there was a search for candidates for the eggs heating on the Fort Weyr hatching grounds. He and another fosterling were chosen but while the other boy went, Mentoe did not go, for he knew that he had to be Lord Holder one day and could there for not be a dragon rider. As he grew and experienced the urgings of his teen years, he became awair of the struggles he would have in love. He knew he would have to marry and keep his blood going, but he dreamed of a true and undieing love, a love he thought he could never have. He took hold durring his twentieth turn and is now twenty-one.
Pets: Small tortisshell cat, female.
Sample Post:Mentoe heard the door squeak and winced as it grated on his eardrums. The child he held moved her face against his chest and he knew she was not awake. Mentoe turned his head around to look at the people comming from the door. The Weyrwoman came first with the weyrleader not far behind and another rider came in behind. He looked to be a brown rider from his shoulder knots and the insignia sewn in his shirt told him the man was the weyr healer. Tiered as he was, he made an attempt at the propper formalities and stood, the child still in his arms. He swayed on his feet but regained his balance and dipped his head, "Good day, Weyrleaders, weyrhealer."
He winced at the weyrwoman's comment. Snorting, Mentoe answered, Yes, Lady, we were hit hard, but we are recovering. I am sorry that I can nor offer more hospitalities, but I myself have barly recovered and most others are still abed including, my headwoman. Three in the hold have been spared;Grandrel my guard, this child, and one of the kitchen women Janya. Thank the Shells, the hold has fallen ill gradualy as the others recovered so we were not without resources. I hope the Weyr has faired better than my own hold."
The weyr healer's comment made his smile almost sinicle, "It has been two days since I was alowed to leave my bed, Weyrhealer. No, I do not feel well enough to be out and about but it is a necessity. I can not leave the working of my holding to another for there is no other to manage the hold seeings as I would prefer to have them done in this crisis. The long and short is, I can because I must. He smiled a normal smile then, "May I offer you some wine? Weyrwoman? Weyrleader? Weyrhealer? I hear it is superb for bringing back your strength."