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02.Dec.17, 07:13 AM
Phinarion
Candidate
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Kento Yamazaki
Important Details
Original Name: Phinarion
Pronounced: FIN-air-eon
Honorific:
Pronounced:
Nicknames: Phin, Phinny (he hates it)
Dragon Name:
Dragon Name:
Dragon Colour:
Wing Assigned:
Wing Rank:
Primary Rank: Candidate
Secondary Ranks: V'ler's wide eyed nephew
Place of Birth: Farm near Nerat Hold
Date of Birth: 20.08.724 AL
Searched By: Bluerider R'nd
Searched Date: 14, 14.09.738 AL
Impression Age: Age, dd.mm.yyy AL
Physical Age:
Aged Out:
Partner: N/A
Pronounced: FIN-air-eon
Honorific:
Pronounced:
Nicknames: Phin, Phinny (he hates it)
Dragon Name:
Dragon Name:
Dragon Colour:
Wing Assigned:
Wing Rank:
Primary Rank: Candidate
Secondary Ranks: V'ler's wide eyed nephew
Place of Birth: Farm near Nerat Hold
Date of Birth: 20.08.724 AL
Searched By: Bluerider R'nd
Searched Date: 14, 14.09.738 AL
Impression Age: Age, dd.mm.yyy AL
Physical Age:
Aged Out:
Partner: N/A
Appearance
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Hair: Phinarion wears a shaggy, messy cut of his dark brown hair falling to around ear length, and strands dusting the back of his neck. His forehead and often his eyes, too, are hidden behind the messy strands, of which he puts no effort into maintaining.
Height: 5'11 (final height. He hasn't finished growing yet)
General Appearance: A bright and sunny face, with full lips and a straight nose, Phinarion’s features are set in and oval face with defined cheekbones. Young as he is, Phinarion has the classic baby face, though with it comes the promise of being a pretty young man, a promise that is as clear as his bright green eyes.
Naturally inclined to be pale, Phinarion has a light tan from spending time outside for the harvest season. He has long limbs, with narrow hips and shoulders, creating a waif of a young man who is much stronger than his appearance indicates at first glance after a lifetime on the farm has built up wiry muscles throughout his body, and callouses on his hands.
Long and nimble fingered, Phinarion has a natural talent for repairs and fixing things, and enjoys sitting around doing repairs, be it to work gear for the nags used on the farm, or clothing with holes and tears.
Dressing Style: Growing up on the farm, Phinarion learned to appreciate good solid work clothing, and sturdy boots. He never had much option for more exuberant colours or styles; everything was a hand-me-down and required repairs or it was used for rags. He, like the other members of his family, had one good outfit for Gathers, but they were chosen for him by his mother, leaving no room for the boy to develop his own taste in clothing.
Since being Searched, Phinarion has found that his wardrobe has expanded beyond the sturdy work clothing he brought with him from home, but he hasn’t yet gotten to the point where he can afford to buy anything new. This is particularly so since he doesn’t see much need, since he has plenty of hand-me-downs available to him, and he’ll only outgrow anything he does buy.
As a result, Phinarion can mostly be seen in plain but well fitted trousers, sturdy boots, and a clean if occasionally patched up shirt. He keeps himself and his clothing clean, and while he won’t go out and buy new clothing, he is quick to request new hand-me-down’s from the headwoman when his current outfit becomes unseemly.
Personality
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Cheerful and determined, Phinarion has a knack for setting his mind to something, and not stopping until he achieves it. He is stubborn, but never so much that he puts himself at risk; he knows sleep is important and as much as he loves to read, he will set it aside before the night gets too late and head to bed. That said, he has been known to rise early – something drilled into him during his farm life – and often could be found (or not) hiding away with some activity to keep him occupied while he avoided heavy handling of the farm chores. Unlike most of his classmates, Phinarion enjoyed his homework, which gave him an excuse to work alone and at his own pace.
Flowers, and the springtime fill Phinarion with joy; he loves the sweet scents, the bright colours and the soft petals of the flowers that his mother’s garden is filled with; it was the area he primarily excelled in during his time with the Craft Hall. Keeping to his love of flowers, he has brought with him to the Weyr a small box of dirt, in which he keeps a little bush known to flower brightly and smell sweetly. He keeps it by the window, where it gets daily sunshine, and ignores the other boys who mock him.
Phinarion is full of energy, and often criticized as being hyperactive, and scolded for not knowing when to tone it down. While this can be true, Phinarion has a good sense of timing, and knows when to be serious and when he can get away with his buoyant personality and bubbly attitude. He is full of smiles, and a genuine love of life – especially now he is a part of the Weyr life, with so much to see, so much to do, and so much to learn.
Habits/Mannerisms: Picking dirt out from under his nails is Phinarion's primary habit, and he can regularly be seen cleaning his nails. He also has outstanding hygiene, because of his deep hatred of all things dirt or dirty. He probably spends as much time scrubbing in the bath as rich ladies do soaking.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: It sounds terrible. But also exciting!
Stealing/Kidnapping: So that is what happened to Uncle Valerian! How exciting!
Weryrleader S'kef: He hears murmurs about this S'kef person, but no one really seems interested in telling him more details. It has his curiosity spiked, though! He'll find someone to tell him all about it, though!
Firelizards: Wow! They're just like dragons! But smaller! He desperately wants one!
Women's loss of honourifics: Again, with the whispers of things that people aren't willing to explain. But then, no one seems particularly interested in talking about women riders... Hrm!
Return North: It was so exciting to see dragons in the sky! He'd heard tales about them from his mother, but never imagined he'd ever see on, let alone be Searched! He can't wait to have one of his own!
Likes:
Flowers: They're pretty, and useless, and because of that, Phinarion loves them. They're the only part about farming he really enjoyed learning about. He loves the use behind them - the breeding aspect of plants - and is fascinated by how it all works. But mostly he loves the way they look, and the way they smell, and he has a fondness overall for being surrounded by beautiful flowers.
Uncle Valerian: Ever since he was a youngster, he's heard tales about the missing uncle he so resembles, both from his mother and his aunt and uncle, though less so. He was proud to be Valerian's nephew even before he found out what had happened to him, and even more proud to now he knows his uncle rides a beautiful blue dragon. He can't wait to meet them! So far he simply hasn't had the courage to introduce himself to his hero.
House pets: Just like flowers, Phinarion loves useless house pets, things like felines and fish, things that make a home warm and friendly, but offer no substantial use to the home life. They make him happy, and he likes to surround himself with them. He adopted a kitten as soon as he moved into the Weyr, and it sleeps curled up against his chest every night, purring happily.
Dislikes:
Dirt: Phinarion finds dirt to be disgusting, and he hates being dirty. He hates the way it gets under his nails and into the creases of his hands. He hates the way it smells, the way it feels, and the way it makes him feel as if he hasn't had a good bath in far too long.
Winter: It has its own beauty, really, but Phinarion prefers the spring and summer, when all the beautiful flowers are in bloom. Even Autumn is stunning, with the leaves of red and orange and gold. But winter, not only is it cold and miserable, once the snow turns mushy and ashy from constant fires, well, it just becomes gross.
Smoking: After joining the Hall, he discovered that smoking was something that the popular young men, and the troublemakers, did, and Phinarion quickly learned to avoid them. He came to dislike the scent that clung to their clothes and sleeping quarters, especially when the Journeymen would come through and use the smell as an excuse to tear their rooms apart.
Strengths:
Determined: Even though Phinarion had no desire to be a farmer, he was determined not to waste his parent’s money and did his best in every class he took part in at the Hall, making sure he came out at the top percentage, and that he learned his lessons well. He is determined, now, to learn his Candidate lessons well and Impress to a dragon of his own in the near future.
Intelligent: Phinarion is an intelligent young man, with a quick mind and a clever eye for details. He enjoys quizzes and puzzles, and can often be found sitting around near the older folk, who often have the most interesting stories to tell, the strangest facts, and a lot of them have fun puzzles and quizzes for him, too!
Independent: Phinarion does not need anyone to hold his hand. Even from a young age he was independent; he could entertain himself, he could feed himself, and he was quite happy to do his chores without a babysitter peering over his shoulder at every moment.
Flaws:
Stubborn: Phinarion has a habit of being a bit pigheaded and stubborn; once he has a goal in mind, he will put a lot of effort into achieving it, even (or in spite) of people proclaiming that it is an unreachable goal.
Hyperactive: Except for the most extreme of mood-killers, Phinarion is full of energy, excited to be alive and delighted in the world around him. He can tone it down, but he enjoys living life to the fullest and loves bouncing from one task to the next.
Ambitious: Phinarion has goals, hourly goals; daily goals; life goals. He sets them for himself, and works hard to achieve them. He is not easily downtrodden and is determined. It takes a lot to cause him to put aside a goal after he has set it, but it has not been unknown to happen. It is just rare. Very rare.
History
Father: Damarion, b.691
Rank: Farmer
Mother: Seraphina, b.702
Rank: wife and mother
Siblings:
Phinarion [M], 724
Arioraph [M], 726
Inarion [F], 728
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Background Story:
724.08.20, Birth: Phinarion is born, the first child of his parents, after several years of unsuccessful attempts. He is a healthy, if small, baby but has a strong set of lungs and a lusty cry. Despite this, he suffers severe colic for the first six months.
726, 2: A younger brother, Arioraph, is born. The toddling Phinarion is delighted by this new addition, but less delighted by how attention is waning. He takes to toddling around after his father, who encourages the child and often can be found carrying him around the small farm and talking to him about what he is doing, though the child understands little.
728, 4: Another baby is born, a healthy little girl. Phinarion is less interested in this new addition, particularly since her appearance doesn't distract his father's attention from him.
730, 6: Phinarion's parents arrange for him to be promised to a girl whose family lives near by. She is their first born daughter, and the prospect includes joining their farms together if a son isn't born to the other family, as the second born daughter has been promised to a young man who will inherit his family's store.
732, 8: The little girl Phinarion was promised to dies of a childhood sickness. Phinarion is saddened, as they were summer playmates in an effort to build a relationship between the two children. He knows little of the plans for him to wed her in the future, so he simply mourns a playmate. His family mourn the loss of extra farmlands.
734, 10: Phinarion falls from the farm nag, and breaks his arm near the elbow. The break is clean, but painful and takes a long time to heal, notably because Phinarion is careless and bumps it a couple of times, causing damage to the healing bones. He is ordered to bedrest for several weeks, during which time he is taught to read and dives into the activity with gusto. He reads every scrap of paper the family own, and his mother goes out of her way to buy him a story book from a Scribe in the town not far away. It is an expensive and useless gift, but something Phinarion still has with him, and treasures greatly.
736, 12: Phinarion is sent off to the Beastcrafter Hall to learn more about farming, so that he can be better at running the family farm once he comes of age, as he is the heir. It isn't a big farm, but it has fed his father's family for generations and is expected to be theirs for generations to come. Phinarion isn't particularly taken with the idea, but he does it because his family want the best for him, and they worked hard to afford the apprenticeship fees. Phinarion's younger brother is jealous but supportive.
738, 14: Phinarion is Searched by bluerider R’nd of Ayyonth when he is visiting the family for Harvest – a season during which all the Beastcrafters are allowed to go home if they are needed – and he is thrilled, despite the fact that the Halls are still against allowing Search. Promising to give up all his attachments, Phinarion gives his heir ranking to his younger brother, as well as his place in the Craft Hall. The boy promises to visit when he is a dragonrider, but doesn’t look back as he leaves with his meagre belonging to start a new life as a Candidate.
Rank: Farmer
Mother: Seraphina, b.702
Rank: wife and mother
Siblings:
Phinarion [M], 724
Arioraph [M], 726
Inarion [F], 728
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Background Story:
724.08.20, Birth: Phinarion is born, the first child of his parents, after several years of unsuccessful attempts. He is a healthy, if small, baby but has a strong set of lungs and a lusty cry. Despite this, he suffers severe colic for the first six months.
726, 2: A younger brother, Arioraph, is born. The toddling Phinarion is delighted by this new addition, but less delighted by how attention is waning. He takes to toddling around after his father, who encourages the child and often can be found carrying him around the small farm and talking to him about what he is doing, though the child understands little.
728, 4: Another baby is born, a healthy little girl. Phinarion is less interested in this new addition, particularly since her appearance doesn't distract his father's attention from him.
730, 6: Phinarion's parents arrange for him to be promised to a girl whose family lives near by. She is their first born daughter, and the prospect includes joining their farms together if a son isn't born to the other family, as the second born daughter has been promised to a young man who will inherit his family's store.
732, 8: The little girl Phinarion was promised to dies of a childhood sickness. Phinarion is saddened, as they were summer playmates in an effort to build a relationship between the two children. He knows little of the plans for him to wed her in the future, so he simply mourns a playmate. His family mourn the loss of extra farmlands.
734, 10: Phinarion falls from the farm nag, and breaks his arm near the elbow. The break is clean, but painful and takes a long time to heal, notably because Phinarion is careless and bumps it a couple of times, causing damage to the healing bones. He is ordered to bedrest for several weeks, during which time he is taught to read and dives into the activity with gusto. He reads every scrap of paper the family own, and his mother goes out of her way to buy him a story book from a Scribe in the town not far away. It is an expensive and useless gift, but something Phinarion still has with him, and treasures greatly.
736, 12: Phinarion is sent off to the Beastcrafter Hall to learn more about farming, so that he can be better at running the family farm once he comes of age, as he is the heir. It isn't a big farm, but it has fed his father's family for generations and is expected to be theirs for generations to come. Phinarion isn't particularly taken with the idea, but he does it because his family want the best for him, and they worked hard to afford the apprenticeship fees. Phinarion's younger brother is jealous but supportive.
738, 14: Phinarion is Searched by bluerider R’nd of Ayyonth when he is visiting the family for Harvest – a season during which all the Beastcrafters are allowed to go home if they are needed – and he is thrilled, despite the fact that the Halls are still against allowing Search. Promising to give up all his attachments, Phinarion gives his heir ranking to his younger brother, as well as his place in the Craft Hall. The boy promises to visit when he is a dragonrider, but doesn’t look back as he leaves with his meagre belonging to start a new life as a Candidate.
Education
Craft: Beastcrafter
Speciality: N/A
Craft Rank: Jr. Apprentice
Date Apprenticed: 12, 24.12.736 AL
Education Details: Phinarion’s family saved up diligently in order to send him to the Crafthall, where he began his training to take over the family’s farm, as was his right being born the eldest son. The fact that Phinarion would rather do anything but be a farmer was never asked of him. He worked diligently at his education, because he didn’t want to waste his family’s hard won money, but his heart was never in it.
When a Search dragon came to his family’s farmstead while he was visiting for the harvest season, Phinarion dropped everything and agreed to be Searched, much to his father’s disappointment. Phinarion, however, promised to give up his place as heir, and bestowed the right upon his younger brother, who was a natural farmer and much more invested in the family business. Even if he never Impressed, Phinarion was sure he’d be happier in the Weyr, surrounded by mythical dragons, than he’d ever be with dirt under his nails.
Speciality: N/A
Craft Rank: Jr. Apprentice
Date Apprenticed: 12, 24.12.736 AL
Education Details: Phinarion’s family saved up diligently in order to send him to the Crafthall, where he began his training to take over the family’s farm, as was his right being born the eldest son. The fact that Phinarion would rather do anything but be a farmer was never asked of him. He worked diligently at his education, because he didn’t want to waste his family’s hard won money, but his heart was never in it.
When a Search dragon came to his family’s farmstead while he was visiting for the harvest season, Phinarion dropped everything and agreed to be Searched, much to his father’s disappointment. Phinarion, however, promised to give up his place as heir, and bestowed the right upon his younger brother, who was a natural farmer and much more invested in the family business. Even if he never Impressed, Phinarion was sure he’d be happier in the Weyr, surrounded by mythical dragons, than he’d ever be with dirt under his nails.
RP Sample
Phinarion beamed in delight as the blue dragon paused, his nose just about touching the boy’s chest, and he set excited eyes from dragon to the rider, a handsome blonde man who smiled back at him. When he was told Ayyonth – what a cool name! – thought he would make a good dragonrider, Phinarion’s grin just about split his face in two. He could be a dragonrider! What could be more amazing than riding a dragon?! Phinarion turned his look upon his parents, his mother looking wide-eyed and his father with pursed lips. Phinarion’s heart sank at the expression. He wasn’t going to be allowed to go, was he?
With a desperate look at the dragon and his rider, Phinarion backed away and then barrelled over to his parents. “Papa, please!” He begged, hands clasped together as he looked imploringly up at the serious man. He would do anything for this chance! And he said as much, begging his father to give his craft education, his rights as heir, to his younger brother, who stood gaping. Arioraph was a natural farmer, and he would do so much better! He would make their father proud, and with little nudging, his brother joined in with careful words of agreement. He would do so much to make their father proud, and just think of the honour a dragonrider in the family would bring…
In the end, it was their mother who swayed their father, and at last he gave a nod of accent and Phinarion threw himself at the serious man, hugging him tightly and thanking him over and over again. Then he hugged his mother, kissing her on the cheek and cuddling her close for a few moments, before dashing into their home to pack. He didn’t know what he should bring, so he packed a little bit of everything. His sturdy farming clothes, an old but well cared for gather outfit, his favourite pieces of art that his mother had gifted him, and some other miscellaneous items that seemed appropriate, but also unlikely to be the target of jealous fellow Candidates.
Once everything was packed neatly, Phinarion trotted happily back out to the dragonriders, and stood by with shy excitement as the blues and green finished examining the young men. He noticed, curiously, that the women were ignored, and he realised there must not be a gold egg available, or they already had their quota of women filled. Poor girls! It must be so disappointing to stand by while so many of their brothers and friends made off to a better life (Phinarion just knew living in the Weyr would be so much better than farming!).
It didn’t take much longer before everyone was chosen, packed, and ready to go. Phinarion noticed he was just one of three boys total, and he grinned happily at his companions, ecstatic at their chances even if one of the boys in particular had always been a bully. He wondered what kind of dragon would pick a bully to be their mate, before tossing the thought aside and giving over his pack for R’nd (what a weird name!) to attach to his dragon. Then he was being loaded up, and Phinarion had to clench his teeth and purse his lips to keep from squealing in delight! This was all so exciting!
R’nd made sure he was secured properly, and then he was instructed to hold on as Ayyonth leaped into the air, and with flaps of his great wings, they were off! Phinarion took a deep breath, leaning to stare down as the ground got further away, grinning in delight, before the whole world went black! He gasped, shocked, but remembered they were travelling between to get to the Weyr. A few moments later, and once more they were awash in bright sunlight. Phinarion laughed out loud with delight.
With a desperate look at the dragon and his rider, Phinarion backed away and then barrelled over to his parents. “Papa, please!” He begged, hands clasped together as he looked imploringly up at the serious man. He would do anything for this chance! And he said as much, begging his father to give his craft education, his rights as heir, to his younger brother, who stood gaping. Arioraph was a natural farmer, and he would do so much better! He would make their father proud, and with little nudging, his brother joined in with careful words of agreement. He would do so much to make their father proud, and just think of the honour a dragonrider in the family would bring…
In the end, it was their mother who swayed their father, and at last he gave a nod of accent and Phinarion threw himself at the serious man, hugging him tightly and thanking him over and over again. Then he hugged his mother, kissing her on the cheek and cuddling her close for a few moments, before dashing into their home to pack. He didn’t know what he should bring, so he packed a little bit of everything. His sturdy farming clothes, an old but well cared for gather outfit, his favourite pieces of art that his mother had gifted him, and some other miscellaneous items that seemed appropriate, but also unlikely to be the target of jealous fellow Candidates.
Once everything was packed neatly, Phinarion trotted happily back out to the dragonriders, and stood by with shy excitement as the blues and green finished examining the young men. He noticed, curiously, that the women were ignored, and he realised there must not be a gold egg available, or they already had their quota of women filled. Poor girls! It must be so disappointing to stand by while so many of their brothers and friends made off to a better life (Phinarion just knew living in the Weyr would be so much better than farming!).
It didn’t take much longer before everyone was chosen, packed, and ready to go. Phinarion noticed he was just one of three boys total, and he grinned happily at his companions, ecstatic at their chances even if one of the boys in particular had always been a bully. He wondered what kind of dragon would pick a bully to be their mate, before tossing the thought aside and giving over his pack for R’nd (what a weird name!) to attach to his dragon. Then he was being loaded up, and Phinarion had to clench his teeth and purse his lips to keep from squealing in delight! This was all so exciting!
R’nd made sure he was secured properly, and then he was instructed to hold on as Ayyonth leaped into the air, and with flaps of his great wings, they were off! Phinarion took a deep breath, leaning to stare down as the ground got further away, grinning in delight, before the whole world went black! He gasped, shocked, but remembered they were travelling between to get to the Weyr. A few moments later, and once more they were awash in bright sunlight. Phinarion laughed out loud with delight.
The Player
Character Created By: ThistleProse
Dragon Created By: TBA
Played By: ThistleProse
Preferred Contact: PM, Discord
Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs
Dragon Created By: TBA
Played By: ThistleProse
Preferred Contact: PM, Discord
Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs
