Post by hails on Jul 6, 2008 18:17:28 GMT -8
Name: Laikol
Gender: Male
Age: 21, born in the tenth month
Rank: Trader
Laikol is a young man with a deep, brooding appearance. His hair is wavy, coarse, and dark chestnut brown. He keeps it cut so that it falls in his eyes and covers his ears. His face is clean-shaven a majority of the time and when not, only a bit of stubble grows. His eyes, when visible, are an eerie shade of olive which are sometimes compared to those of a feline. He has a strong jaw line but almost babyish round cheeks. His skin is tanned and his build is by no means weak. He’s fairly short at 5’6” but he always stands and walks with great presence.
For clothing, he’s never without his leather boots which are scuffed and reach to his knee. He tends to wear plain tunics and loose breeches of simple design when traveling but his love of bright colors show when he’s at an important event. Bright fabrics and gaudy jewels are thrown together in a mismatched style he’s proud to call his own. His trademark color is goldenrod and he usually adds shades of emerald green and dark reds to the mix. The more eye-catching the better and he plays the part of a dashing young prince rather well.
Laikol is dramatic, fierce, calculating, and proud. He knows what he wants in life and will fight for it, tooth and nail. He has a deep mistrust of strangers and is on edge at being stuck in the Weyr for so long. At least he has good food and alcohol while here as well as many opportunities to flirt with whoever catches his eye. Speaking of which, Laikol continually finds his eye drawn towards those other young men like himself. Still, he plans to get married and have children lest he disappoint his family. He may not make the best father or husband but that’s still better than being on his own and left to fend for himself. Deep down, he fears nothing more than rejection hence why he creates such a thick wall around himself.
Nothing in life really gives Laikol any happiness, causing him to be emotionally constipated for lack of a better term. He gets flustered easily when people around him begin to show extreme emotion such as crying and he’s terrible at consoling others. He just can't seem to relate to people. He only shows real softness around his younger sister but even then he’s the ‘colder’ of her older brothers. Surprise Laikol and you'll see a glimpse of the easy-going and amiable person he used to be...at least until he puts a frown on again.
But for all his faults, Laikol is loyal to those he trusts and if he ever falls in love, he will fall hard and fast. He’s intelligent and will make a strong, though demanding leader someday. All he needs is a chance and possibly something earth-shaking to mend his self-destructive ways.
Laikol is the middle child of three, a very small number for a Caminar caravan. His mother died in childbirth while delivering his baby sister. His father’s own two brothers then moved in with their two wives, though none of them brought their fully-grown children. It was a small caravan but life wasn't too difficult with five adults around. Laikol spent most of his childhood with this arrangement and he came to regard his two aunts as maternal figures.
When his father and one uncle were killed during a raid on their caravan, the hierarchy shifted. They merged to live with their uncle's old caravan which easily had a dozen distant family members. This was a more 'typical' Caminar arrangement with cousins and nieces and nephews running around. Laikol's eldest brother, Ikram, began to learn how to be a future caravan leader from his uncles while his sister, Rasima, learned to be a proper future wife. Laikol was left to find his own way and chose to work with an elder cousin and learn to raise and train Runnerbeasts. He's very close to an old draft mare who's due to give birth at any time and whose foal he will train on his own.
He’s not at all pleased with the family’s decision to follow the crowd and go to the Weyr and he’s made a stubborn promise to himself to stay as far away from the weyrfolk as possible. It’s not really working.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? Yep.
Closest image I can find that I like. Just imagine that it's not all glowy.
Gender: Male
Age: 21, born in the tenth month
Rank: Trader
Physical Description
Laikol is a young man with a deep, brooding appearance. His hair is wavy, coarse, and dark chestnut brown. He keeps it cut so that it falls in his eyes and covers his ears. His face is clean-shaven a majority of the time and when not, only a bit of stubble grows. His eyes, when visible, are an eerie shade of olive which are sometimes compared to those of a feline. He has a strong jaw line but almost babyish round cheeks. His skin is tanned and his build is by no means weak. He’s fairly short at 5’6” but he always stands and walks with great presence.
For clothing, he’s never without his leather boots which are scuffed and reach to his knee. He tends to wear plain tunics and loose breeches of simple design when traveling but his love of bright colors show when he’s at an important event. Bright fabrics and gaudy jewels are thrown together in a mismatched style he’s proud to call his own. His trademark color is goldenrod and he usually adds shades of emerald green and dark reds to the mix. The more eye-catching the better and he plays the part of a dashing young prince rather well.
Personality
Laikol is dramatic, fierce, calculating, and proud. He knows what he wants in life and will fight for it, tooth and nail. He has a deep mistrust of strangers and is on edge at being stuck in the Weyr for so long. At least he has good food and alcohol while here as well as many opportunities to flirt with whoever catches his eye. Speaking of which, Laikol continually finds his eye drawn towards those other young men like himself. Still, he plans to get married and have children lest he disappoint his family. He may not make the best father or husband but that’s still better than being on his own and left to fend for himself. Deep down, he fears nothing more than rejection hence why he creates such a thick wall around himself.
Nothing in life really gives Laikol any happiness, causing him to be emotionally constipated for lack of a better term. He gets flustered easily when people around him begin to show extreme emotion such as crying and he’s terrible at consoling others. He just can't seem to relate to people. He only shows real softness around his younger sister but even then he’s the ‘colder’ of her older brothers. Surprise Laikol and you'll see a glimpse of the easy-going and amiable person he used to be...at least until he puts a frown on again.
But for all his faults, Laikol is loyal to those he trusts and if he ever falls in love, he will fall hard and fast. He’s intelligent and will make a strong, though demanding leader someday. All he needs is a chance and possibly something earth-shaking to mend his self-destructive ways.
Background
Laikol is the middle child of three, a very small number for a Caminar caravan. His mother died in childbirth while delivering his baby sister. His father’s own two brothers then moved in with their two wives, though none of them brought their fully-grown children. It was a small caravan but life wasn't too difficult with five adults around. Laikol spent most of his childhood with this arrangement and he came to regard his two aunts as maternal figures.
When his father and one uncle were killed during a raid on their caravan, the hierarchy shifted. They merged to live with their uncle's old caravan which easily had a dozen distant family members. This was a more 'typical' Caminar arrangement with cousins and nieces and nephews running around. Laikol's eldest brother, Ikram, began to learn how to be a future caravan leader from his uncles while his sister, Rasima, learned to be a proper future wife. Laikol was left to find his own way and chose to work with an elder cousin and learn to raise and train Runnerbeasts. He's very close to an old draft mare who's due to give birth at any time and whose foal he will train on his own.
He’s not at all pleased with the family’s decision to follow the crowd and go to the Weyr and he’s made a stubborn promise to himself to stay as far away from the weyrfolk as possible. It’s not really working.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? Yep.
Et Cetera
Closest image I can find that I like. Just imagine that it's not all glowy.
