Post by weaving on Feb 25, 2008 21:58:07 GMT -5
The Person
About the Person:
Historical Facts:
Name: Daman
Age: twenty six
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Weyrfolk
About the Person:
Physical Appearance: Dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, it seems that Daman is destined to be dark. It doesn't help that he's native to the Southern continent, or perhaps it does, for due to the nature of his skin, he has never experienced a sunburn. During the winter months he remains a lovely dark hazelnut color but in the summer climate of the South, he darkens drastically.
His hair is kept rather short and though he remains mostly clean-shaven, within two days the beginnings of a beard can be seen. Dark brown eyes, nearly black in color, are extremely expressive, making it impossible for the man to hide his emotions. Already, stress lines seem permanently etched into his brow and around his mouth, which though is not always turned downward, has been set in a frown more often of late.
Not a tall man, Daman never the less manages to remain a half a head above most women. His build is rather slight, clearly not meant for laborious tasks and he often makes himself useful with more domestic tasks. It isn't that he's weak, but his muscles certainly aren't fit for extended use and his strength is somewhat lacking.
Personality: While not the most outgoing person, Daman is by no means a social recluse. Instead he is somewhere in between, seeking out those whose company he enjoys and making cautious, though friendly overtures to those that he has yet to meet. The more he gets to know someone, the more he'll open up and. With those whom he is truly comfortable around, he'll joke and even make a completely fool of himself just for laughs.
On the whole , Daman is a very mature and respectful person. He'd never think of disobeying authority and finds those who mistreat others despicable. Above all, his daughter comes first and he finds it absolutely impossible to say no to her, no matter how absurd the request. Since the loss of his wife, he has remained wary of emotional relationships and has become much more protective of Ankti.
Historical Facts:
Family: Guthra (mother) - 47, Pandar (father) - 50, Friha (wife) - 22(deceased), Ankti (daughter) - 2 1/2
Pets: none
History: Daman grew up in New Southern Weyr and, like most children, was the result of a rather passionate mating flight. He never knew his real parents, having been fostered with a family in the lower caverns, but it didn't seem to much bother him. As he grew, it was his dream to become a dragonrider. Of course, by the time that he came of age to stand as a candidate, all thoughts of dragons had flown out of his head for he had found something better. True love. He was absolutely smitten with Friha and her bright golden locks and pale eyes. It wasn't long before he began courting her and when it turned out that she had similar feelings, he was absolutely overjoyed.
The two were Joined and quietly but happily settled into their life as weyrfolk, helping where needed and going about their lives. Ankti was a blessing to the couple and they doted on their child. Until the accident. Though all the threadfall charts had been posted, apparently one had been miscalculated as to where it would be falling and though the dragonriders had thought that those under the protection of the Weyr would not be harmed, the tail end of threadfall actually fell. Friha had been out collecting tubers when it hit. Needless to say, she didn't make it back. Daman was devestated. If not for Ankti, it's quite possible that he would have taken his life. Now he has focused all of his attentions on his only child, the only thing he has left to remind him of Friha.
Name: Ankti
Age two and a half
Appearance: Dark like her father, with the same black hair, though it is longer and curly rather than straight, she resembles her father more than her mother. There is one striking oddity about her. Her eyes, rather than the typical brown, are instead a bright silver-grey, clearly inherited by her mother. She's rather short and round, with rosy cheeks perfect for pinching, though much of it is baby fat and is expected to be lost as she grows older.
Personality: Ankti doesn't understand the concept of fear. This child has no qualms with climbing the back of a slumbering dragon, no matter how large, and absolutely adores strangers. Though her speech is limited, she'll converse in her strange mixture of baby-nonsense and real words, enjoying herself every minute of it. Too young to understand what happened to her mother, she loves her father more than anything and hates to see him sad.
