Post by grey on May 20, 2008 11:14:15 GMT -8
Name: Saliro (sah-LEE-roe)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Rank: Trader/Jeweler
Darkness cloaks Saliro in shadow even when he stands in the light of the sun. Inky hair falls to his collar in waves perpetually tousled; it compliments skin browned by birthright and weathered by turns in the sun. Near-black eyes smolder in a frame of long lashes, dominating even striking features by virtue of their intensity. His nose is long and sharp, evidence of a fight or two in his youth while high cheekbones and strong jawline are accentuated by the well-kept beard that surrounds his full mouth. Average in height at 5’10, his build is slender, rangy, with long muscle, little bulk and almost no softness to speak of.
His preferences lean toward simple lines and fine fabrics, straight legged trousers in black or slate, tailored shirts in richer jewel tones with bits of embroidery at collar and cuff, often unbuttoned to allow a glimpse of chest. Flattering, well made clothes that advertise the wares of his sister’s family paired with black boots and a matching belt hung with knife and pouch. If the situation warrants fancier garb he rises to the occasion with sisal and fine wool, a cravat knotted at his throat. Whether in rougher traveling gear, fancy dress or every day refined fare he wears examples of his own work. Sleek silver rings or a heavy masculine bracelet, the glint of a chain pale against the dark skin of his neck.
In a word, Saliro is passionate. Where once Saliro was a carefree charmer, the turns have deepened his charisma to something almost dangerous – smoldering embers that threaten flame. His sense of humor is dark, droll amusement and a sharp wit often at the expense of others. His temper is quick to flare but just as quick to subside, he flirts shamelessly when it serves him but he has never sought a second wife. While his nature is to swing from heights to depths, he is Caminar to the core, able to soften and lighten his expressive features to woo reluctant buyers or increase the purchases of the willing.
Circumstance has left him with less ambition than he once had, but he takes pride in his work, in his daughter, in his family. Pride that is sometimes easily bruised and always passionately defended. Stubborn, proud, charming… often to a fault, Saliro is the type of man that is either loved or hated, and unless marks are in the balance he rarely cares which.
There is little of note in Saliro’s early life, unless you are plantado and the common things, like hunting escapades, traveling the continent, and getting into and out of more trouble than you can keep track of might seem novel. For a Caminar, it was all run of the mill, learning the skills the traders consider basic, and then the education required to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a jeweler.
In his late teens his family’s caravan stopped at Telgar Hold. What began as a typical trading stop became a delicious, heady summer full of flirtation and the wooing of a fostered Blooded girl lured to the stables. It was as memorable a season for Saliro as it was for Aderes, but the cultural stigma on taking a plantado bride was far too strong for him to even consider it, and with her background he knew she would be more likely to beg him to stay. For Saliro, with the journey and the wind in his blood, staying, even for this ethereal young woman, was simply not an option. So he followed the road as it led away from Telgar, but he spent many a night with visions of pale curls against golden hay dancing in his head.
The next turn's annual gather found him old enough to marry, and with a bit of deft handling between his parents and hers, a union with a lovely young woman was arranged. Though both Caminar, Iline and Saliro were only of remote relation, had never met, and their first turn of marriage was a rocky one where getting to know each other was barely balanced by attraction. The next turn was better, bringing with it a beautiful baby girl, Isra, and the decision to leave Saliro's parents to trade on their own.
For five turns they travelled, sticking closer to the Fort region where Saliro's handcrafted jewelry and other simple metalwork were more rare, and therefore in higher demand. The Weyr, Hold and Halls were close enough that they tended to think of that as home base, a good place to winter and a profitable stop any time of the year. True tragedy then, that they were at the opposite end of a wide loop when Iline and toddling Rothal fell ill. Saliro's knowledge of herbs was limited, and though they rushed headlong for the nearest hold with a posted healer, it was too late. Fever took them within days of each other - Isra and Saliro saved by some twist of fate or fortune neither could put name to.
The Caminar are nothing if not resilient, and while grief was etched deep into both father and daughter, it was not long before they joined up with Saliro's father Duarte, his sister Mela, and his sister's family. A large group to travel together, their varied skills (embroidery and tailoring for Mela, entertainment for her husband, jewelry for Duarte and his son) made them a profitable group. Saliro never sought to take a second wife, and if he broke unspoken rules to dally with a plantado woman now and again, the rest never mentioned it.
And so life went on. Their travels rarely took them toward Telgar until the rumors began to spread like wildfire, suspicion and accusations raging. That combined with the annual gathering has lured them to the Weyr, and they have arrived just as the celebrations begin. With little contact with the area, Saliro has heard the name of the Senior Weyrwoman of course, but thinks it a coincidence and nothing more. With the way things are shaping up, even this shock may be the least of the surprises in store for the two of them.
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Rank: Trader/Jeweler
Physical Description
Darkness cloaks Saliro in shadow even when he stands in the light of the sun. Inky hair falls to his collar in waves perpetually tousled; it compliments skin browned by birthright and weathered by turns in the sun. Near-black eyes smolder in a frame of long lashes, dominating even striking features by virtue of their intensity. His nose is long and sharp, evidence of a fight or two in his youth while high cheekbones and strong jawline are accentuated by the well-kept beard that surrounds his full mouth. Average in height at 5’10, his build is slender, rangy, with long muscle, little bulk and almost no softness to speak of.
His preferences lean toward simple lines and fine fabrics, straight legged trousers in black or slate, tailored shirts in richer jewel tones with bits of embroidery at collar and cuff, often unbuttoned to allow a glimpse of chest. Flattering, well made clothes that advertise the wares of his sister’s family paired with black boots and a matching belt hung with knife and pouch. If the situation warrants fancier garb he rises to the occasion with sisal and fine wool, a cravat knotted at his throat. Whether in rougher traveling gear, fancy dress or every day refined fare he wears examples of his own work. Sleek silver rings or a heavy masculine bracelet, the glint of a chain pale against the dark skin of his neck.
Personality
In a word, Saliro is passionate. Where once Saliro was a carefree charmer, the turns have deepened his charisma to something almost dangerous – smoldering embers that threaten flame. His sense of humor is dark, droll amusement and a sharp wit often at the expense of others. His temper is quick to flare but just as quick to subside, he flirts shamelessly when it serves him but he has never sought a second wife. While his nature is to swing from heights to depths, he is Caminar to the core, able to soften and lighten his expressive features to woo reluctant buyers or increase the purchases of the willing.
Circumstance has left him with less ambition than he once had, but he takes pride in his work, in his daughter, in his family. Pride that is sometimes easily bruised and always passionately defended. Stubborn, proud, charming… often to a fault, Saliro is the type of man that is either loved or hated, and unless marks are in the balance he rarely cares which.
Background
There is little of note in Saliro’s early life, unless you are plantado and the common things, like hunting escapades, traveling the continent, and getting into and out of more trouble than you can keep track of might seem novel. For a Caminar, it was all run of the mill, learning the skills the traders consider basic, and then the education required to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a jeweler.
In his late teens his family’s caravan stopped at Telgar Hold. What began as a typical trading stop became a delicious, heady summer full of flirtation and the wooing of a fostered Blooded girl lured to the stables. It was as memorable a season for Saliro as it was for Aderes, but the cultural stigma on taking a plantado bride was far too strong for him to even consider it, and with her background he knew she would be more likely to beg him to stay. For Saliro, with the journey and the wind in his blood, staying, even for this ethereal young woman, was simply not an option. So he followed the road as it led away from Telgar, but he spent many a night with visions of pale curls against golden hay dancing in his head.
The next turn's annual gather found him old enough to marry, and with a bit of deft handling between his parents and hers, a union with a lovely young woman was arranged. Though both Caminar, Iline and Saliro were only of remote relation, had never met, and their first turn of marriage was a rocky one where getting to know each other was barely balanced by attraction. The next turn was better, bringing with it a beautiful baby girl, Isra, and the decision to leave Saliro's parents to trade on their own.
For five turns they travelled, sticking closer to the Fort region where Saliro's handcrafted jewelry and other simple metalwork were more rare, and therefore in higher demand. The Weyr, Hold and Halls were close enough that they tended to think of that as home base, a good place to winter and a profitable stop any time of the year. True tragedy then, that they were at the opposite end of a wide loop when Iline and toddling Rothal fell ill. Saliro's knowledge of herbs was limited, and though they rushed headlong for the nearest hold with a posted healer, it was too late. Fever took them within days of each other - Isra and Saliro saved by some twist of fate or fortune neither could put name to.
The Caminar are nothing if not resilient, and while grief was etched deep into both father and daughter, it was not long before they joined up with Saliro's father Duarte, his sister Mela, and his sister's family. A large group to travel together, their varied skills (embroidery and tailoring for Mela, entertainment for her husband, jewelry for Duarte and his son) made them a profitable group. Saliro never sought to take a second wife, and if he broke unspoken rules to dally with a plantado woman now and again, the rest never mentioned it.
And so life went on. Their travels rarely took them toward Telgar until the rumors began to spread like wildfire, suspicion and accusations raging. That combined with the annual gathering has lured them to the Weyr, and they have arrived just as the celebrations begin. With little contact with the area, Saliro has heard the name of the Senior Weyrwoman of course, but thinks it a coincidence and nothing more. With the way things are shaping up, even this shock may be the least of the surprises in store for the two of them.
