Post by Femisis on Apr 28, 2008 16:24:28 GMT -5
Name: Ci'ero (or just Cero)
Age: 24
Rank: Weyrhealer/Weyrleader
Family: Meyna; Father, Falivant ; Brothers, Revin, Eremit, Lormarin; Sister, Selae
Birthplace: Benden Hold
Appearance: At 5'8" Cero is of average height for a boy, though at first glance he hardly looks like one. His legs are disproportionately long, making up much of his height. His arms, too, are quite long, though more in proportion to the rest of his body. His figure is lithe and agile, but he's got enough muscle to deal with the most unruly patients, human and dragon alike. Despite his frame, he is deceptively strong and has been known to hold thrashing patients down and stitch a wound at the same time.
His skin is quite pale as he spends much of it in the infirmary, though he likes being outside just as much as the next person. He has a light dusting of freckles across his nose and on his cheeks which he feels detracts from the bad boy appearance he was going for when he was younger. It doesn't matter so much now, but it doesn't help people when trying to decide on his gender. The worst part is that his soft black hair reaches far past his waist and, though it is usually either free or pulled into a tail, ninety five percent of the time he wears some sort of colorful ornament in his hair.
Personality: Healing is one of the most important things to Cero, ranking just behind his family and dragon. He puts his whole heart and soul into it, even if he acts like he hates the job more than anything else. Though his cold and distant attitude toward people drives him away, he's a medical genius and know quite a few tricks of the trade. He's saved many lives and learned much from those he wasn't able to save. He seems to have little sympathy when someone dies with his 'get over it' attitude, but that is simply how he grieves, by getting over it.
C'ero is quite calm and aloof which helps in many situations. It's rare for him to panic since panicking when someone is bleeding to death doesn't help anyone. He really doesn't consider himself better than anyone else except those he feels don't deserve his respect. He's polite to everyone aside from those mentioned before as respect goes a long way and he needs people to respect and trust him as their Healer and, possibly, future Weyrleader.
Blood doesn't phase him at all and has built a tolerence to pain. He can stitch his own wounds without any numbweed at all. He's been pegged as a masochist, but this notion is entirely false. After stitching yourself up on more than one occasion, one becomes numb to the pain it poses.
He's a meticulous planner and manipulator, able to make things happen exactally the way he wants them to. He generally works alone when scheming though he has ways of making accomplices work quietly. He's not one to seek revenge for petty matters, but rather sets up grand schemes that affect many. This is because he's much rather spend his time focusing on his craft, but will certainly seek revenge on one who has done him a grevious wrong.
As far as romance goes, Cero is hopelessly unromantic. He's not looking for a cuddly lovey-dovey relationship, he wants a Weyrmate who is going to love him without saying it every ten seconds. He's looking for more in the lines of rough physical contact in bed as opposed to sloppy kisses. He doesn't want a one night stand, however. He's looking for a steady Weyrmate who isn't going to run around with twelve other people. You don't like committment? See you.
Who ever said boys just liked to roll in the mud? C'ero is VERY vain, especially when it comes to his hair. There's a reason it's so long, which is he likes his hair and wants to be a bit different. Say anything about it and he'll shoot you a glare cold enough to freeze a dragon's fire. He does fawn over the rest of his appearance as well, but his hair gets the most attention. If there's just a hair out of place... well, let's just say it's going to get ugly.
History: Born fourth of five children to a vinter and his dutiful wife, Cicero was never truly happy with his life. Sure, he wasn’t abused, starved, uneducated or neglected, but he was less than content with things. From a young age, he didn’t wholly approve of his father’s profession or his brother’s eagerness to join him, but it brought in money and kept them fed, so he really wasn’t in any position to complain. Still, he began to search for an alternate profession to follow with little success, until he stumbled upon a Healer tending to a badly wounded child. He was impressed by the man’s professional manner and decided that he wanted to become a Healer himself.
It wasn’t an easy road by any means. Being in such close proximity to Fort was unnerving, but Cero refused to let it distract him. He threw himself wholeheartedly into his studies. He proved to be a rather brilliant student, amazing even his teachers. He showed a desire to learn beyond what any of them had seen before, putting him far beyond his peers. He received many taunts and jeers from those his age, but when he refused to respond, they gave up, especially when one of their number became violently ill with a mysterious stomach ailment. Though everyone passed it off as chance, others knew better.
As he got older, he became more experienced, though he was far from perfect. Not long after he became a senior apprentice, he was working on stitching up a patient who had cut himself on a shard of glass. He was being watched, but the procedure was fairly routine. Just as he was making the final stitches, the man began to twitch, then spasm, and minutes later was dead from a seizure. This shocked Cero quite a bit and set him to thinking that he had done something wrong, that somehow it had been his fault. He later learned that the man had been ill for a while and the nagging doubt vanished instantly. There was no reason for him to dwell on it. It wouldn’t bring the man back, so what was the point?
Riders only;
Dragon colouring:
Dragon Name: Sephiroth (A,K.A. Seph)
Dragon Age: Three turns
Dragon Rank: Weyrleader
Dragon Personality: To say the least, Sephiroth knows his place in the Weyr (practically on top) and uses this to his advantage at every turn. It's not to say that he abuses his power, but he uses it quite liberally and sometimes unecessarily. For instance, if he's hungry and doesn't feel like getting his own wherry, guess who's getting it for him? Someone else. He's definately spoiled to some degree and very few people can get the defination of 'no' across to him the first time.
He's incredibly smart for a dragon and is very adept at figuring things out for himself. His memory is as bad as any other dragon's, but he can put two and two together to get four when someone isn't telling him everything. If it's something he doesn't care about, though, it's in one ear and out the other.
Though rather calm, Sephiroth can be vicious when prompted, especially during flights. He always needs a reason to attack, but once he has it, it isn't pretty. He once split a Bronze open, but in only in self defense. Still, it hadn't been easy to watch and had made C'ero sick for a week.
Age: 24
Rank: Weyrhealer/Weyrleader
Family: Meyna; Father, Falivant ; Brothers, Revin, Eremit, Lormarin; Sister, Selae
Birthplace: Benden Hold
Appearance: At 5'8" Cero is of average height for a boy, though at first glance he hardly looks like one. His legs are disproportionately long, making up much of his height. His arms, too, are quite long, though more in proportion to the rest of his body. His figure is lithe and agile, but he's got enough muscle to deal with the most unruly patients, human and dragon alike. Despite his frame, he is deceptively strong and has been known to hold thrashing patients down and stitch a wound at the same time.
His skin is quite pale as he spends much of it in the infirmary, though he likes being outside just as much as the next person. He has a light dusting of freckles across his nose and on his cheeks which he feels detracts from the bad boy appearance he was going for when he was younger. It doesn't matter so much now, but it doesn't help people when trying to decide on his gender. The worst part is that his soft black hair reaches far past his waist and, though it is usually either free or pulled into a tail, ninety five percent of the time he wears some sort of colorful ornament in his hair.
Personality: Healing is one of the most important things to Cero, ranking just behind his family and dragon. He puts his whole heart and soul into it, even if he acts like he hates the job more than anything else. Though his cold and distant attitude toward people drives him away, he's a medical genius and know quite a few tricks of the trade. He's saved many lives and learned much from those he wasn't able to save. He seems to have little sympathy when someone dies with his 'get over it' attitude, but that is simply how he grieves, by getting over it.
C'ero is quite calm and aloof which helps in many situations. It's rare for him to panic since panicking when someone is bleeding to death doesn't help anyone. He really doesn't consider himself better than anyone else except those he feels don't deserve his respect. He's polite to everyone aside from those mentioned before as respect goes a long way and he needs people to respect and trust him as their Healer and, possibly, future Weyrleader.
Blood doesn't phase him at all and has built a tolerence to pain. He can stitch his own wounds without any numbweed at all. He's been pegged as a masochist, but this notion is entirely false. After stitching yourself up on more than one occasion, one becomes numb to the pain it poses.
He's a meticulous planner and manipulator, able to make things happen exactally the way he wants them to. He generally works alone when scheming though he has ways of making accomplices work quietly. He's not one to seek revenge for petty matters, but rather sets up grand schemes that affect many. This is because he's much rather spend his time focusing on his craft, but will certainly seek revenge on one who has done him a grevious wrong.
As far as romance goes, Cero is hopelessly unromantic. He's not looking for a cuddly lovey-dovey relationship, he wants a Weyrmate who is going to love him without saying it every ten seconds. He's looking for more in the lines of rough physical contact in bed as opposed to sloppy kisses. He doesn't want a one night stand, however. He's looking for a steady Weyrmate who isn't going to run around with twelve other people. You don't like committment? See you.
Who ever said boys just liked to roll in the mud? C'ero is VERY vain, especially when it comes to his hair. There's a reason it's so long, which is he likes his hair and wants to be a bit different. Say anything about it and he'll shoot you a glare cold enough to freeze a dragon's fire. He does fawn over the rest of his appearance as well, but his hair gets the most attention. If there's just a hair out of place... well, let's just say it's going to get ugly.
History: Born fourth of five children to a vinter and his dutiful wife, Cicero was never truly happy with his life. Sure, he wasn’t abused, starved, uneducated or neglected, but he was less than content with things. From a young age, he didn’t wholly approve of his father’s profession or his brother’s eagerness to join him, but it brought in money and kept them fed, so he really wasn’t in any position to complain. Still, he began to search for an alternate profession to follow with little success, until he stumbled upon a Healer tending to a badly wounded child. He was impressed by the man’s professional manner and decided that he wanted to become a Healer himself.
It wasn’t an easy road by any means. Being in such close proximity to Fort was unnerving, but Cero refused to let it distract him. He threw himself wholeheartedly into his studies. He proved to be a rather brilliant student, amazing even his teachers. He showed a desire to learn beyond what any of them had seen before, putting him far beyond his peers. He received many taunts and jeers from those his age, but when he refused to respond, they gave up, especially when one of their number became violently ill with a mysterious stomach ailment. Though everyone passed it off as chance, others knew better.
As he got older, he became more experienced, though he was far from perfect. Not long after he became a senior apprentice, he was working on stitching up a patient who had cut himself on a shard of glass. He was being watched, but the procedure was fairly routine. Just as he was making the final stitches, the man began to twitch, then spasm, and minutes later was dead from a seizure. This shocked Cero quite a bit and set him to thinking that he had done something wrong, that somehow it had been his fault. He later learned that the man had been ill for a while and the nagging doubt vanished instantly. There was no reason for him to dwell on it. It wouldn’t bring the man back, so what was the point?
Riders only;
Dragon colouring:
Dragon Name: Sephiroth (A,K.A. Seph)
Dragon Age: Three turns
Dragon Rank: Weyrleader
Dragon Personality: To say the least, Sephiroth knows his place in the Weyr (practically on top) and uses this to his advantage at every turn. It's not to say that he abuses his power, but he uses it quite liberally and sometimes unecessarily. For instance, if he's hungry and doesn't feel like getting his own wherry, guess who's getting it for him? Someone else. He's definately spoiled to some degree and very few people can get the defination of 'no' across to him the first time.
He's incredibly smart for a dragon and is very adept at figuring things out for himself. His memory is as bad as any other dragon's, but he can put two and two together to get four when someone isn't telling him everything. If it's something he doesn't care about, though, it's in one ear and out the other.
Though rather calm, Sephiroth can be vicious when prompted, especially during flights. He always needs a reason to attack, but once he has it, it isn't pretty. He once split a Bronze open, but in only in self defense. Still, it hadn't been easy to watch and had made C'ero sick for a week.
