Post by Narrator on Mar 8, 2014 18:31:54 GMT -8
Name: Sirril
Age: 15
Rank: Apprentice Seacrafter / Deckhand of 'Shipfish's Mate' beholden to White Sands
Appearance:
Sirril has the face of stormy weather, dark and fierce. Rukbat's powerful rays tanned his already dusky skin to a shade almost matching his obsidian hair. Unbound, his hair curls so tightly that it makes a dark halo around his head, adding to his feral impression. If you can tear your eyes from it, you might notice Sirril's intense liquid hazel that is often lost in his dark complexion.
He is a remarkable 4'5", although because he is skinny, his corded muscles make his body look strangely gangly. His feet are too big for him, as are his long, spidery fingers. Strangely flexible, he is good at maneuvering in tight spaces, even if he is not strong enough yet for most sailors' chores.
Another thing to be self-conscious about, Sirril dresses in the brightest colours he can find--and all at once. They complement his sprightly motions well, as well as his flutelike, high-pitched voice. Buried in this countenance, his vocabulary seems surprisingly expansive. It also makes anything he says in anger all the more comical.
Personality:
Sirril is hardworking and proud, probably a product of his upbringing by a tough but kind-hearted father and loving mother. He's remarkably clever and has surprising insights, but you would have to search hard to get him to express them. This is because most of the time, he is sullen and childish, feeling self-righteous and often getting into scrapes over some perceived slight or another.
He is very sensitive about his height, his voice, and also the fact that he never learned how to read, write, or figure. This often turns him into a bit of a hypocrite, and this hypocrisy is only underlined and punctuated by his aggressive protection of all things most dear to him. He starts out condescending when he feels insecure, then dissolves into tantrums and yelling.
He has a tendency to forget important things like birthdays, people's names, and where he harnesses his knife. His brother may have cured him of his habit to be sweet to people in person and then go rail about them behind their backs. Maybe not--it may be an ingrained response to stress.
He spends all his free time ashore searching for firelizard clutches.
History:
Sirril grew up at White Sands, the son of a sailor and the former Headwoman. His parents were distant even when his father Sorren was at port, and as a mama's boy, he never really grew fond of his father. Besides, his brother Sorli had taken up all chances of making a good impression on Sirril's father. To the stubborn, imperious little boy, it was obvious that Sorli was the favourite, taking up all the love.
So he never really showed an interest in the Seacraft, not even when his favourite uncle showed him how to pole a skiff decently. In fact, it almost distanced the small child from Lilyia's younger brother, just by its very nature. He quickly forgave his uncle, however, and continued his indulgent existence. His second brother often taught him little Harper tricks, as he had just been apprenticed, and that was enough for Sirril to stake out a place in the Holdbrat hierarchy.
When firehead swept through High Rest on its way to Essal, his brother Sorli was one of the first to perish, and his mother Lilyia went blind. His mother and his father were stripped of their deepest loves, their son and their work, respectively. For several months, they were not quite as capable of caring for him as they should have been. He told himself that he liked it, that he didn't mind the free time to wander and explore. However, this is not quite the case, and when Sorren gave his third son the chance to take his brother's place on the crew of his ship, he took it gladly, almost vehement with exuberance. He vows to make his father proud no matter what.
Family Connections: Son of Sorren and Lilyia. Lilyia has a brother. Younger brother of Sorli (deceased) and Sorrel (Harper).
Age: 15
Rank: Apprentice Seacrafter / Deckhand of 'Shipfish's Mate' beholden to White Sands
Appearance:
Sirril has the face of stormy weather, dark and fierce. Rukbat's powerful rays tanned his already dusky skin to a shade almost matching his obsidian hair. Unbound, his hair curls so tightly that it makes a dark halo around his head, adding to his feral impression. If you can tear your eyes from it, you might notice Sirril's intense liquid hazel that is often lost in his dark complexion.
He is a remarkable 4'5", although because he is skinny, his corded muscles make his body look strangely gangly. His feet are too big for him, as are his long, spidery fingers. Strangely flexible, he is good at maneuvering in tight spaces, even if he is not strong enough yet for most sailors' chores.
Another thing to be self-conscious about, Sirril dresses in the brightest colours he can find--and all at once. They complement his sprightly motions well, as well as his flutelike, high-pitched voice. Buried in this countenance, his vocabulary seems surprisingly expansive. It also makes anything he says in anger all the more comical.
Personality:
Sirril is hardworking and proud, probably a product of his upbringing by a tough but kind-hearted father and loving mother. He's remarkably clever and has surprising insights, but you would have to search hard to get him to express them. This is because most of the time, he is sullen and childish, feeling self-righteous and often getting into scrapes over some perceived slight or another.
He is very sensitive about his height, his voice, and also the fact that he never learned how to read, write, or figure. This often turns him into a bit of a hypocrite, and this hypocrisy is only underlined and punctuated by his aggressive protection of all things most dear to him. He starts out condescending when he feels insecure, then dissolves into tantrums and yelling.
He has a tendency to forget important things like birthdays, people's names, and where he harnesses his knife. His brother may have cured him of his habit to be sweet to people in person and then go rail about them behind their backs. Maybe not--it may be an ingrained response to stress.
He spends all his free time ashore searching for firelizard clutches.
History:
Sirril grew up at White Sands, the son of a sailor and the former Headwoman. His parents were distant even when his father Sorren was at port, and as a mama's boy, he never really grew fond of his father. Besides, his brother Sorli had taken up all chances of making a good impression on Sirril's father. To the stubborn, imperious little boy, it was obvious that Sorli was the favourite, taking up all the love.
So he never really showed an interest in the Seacraft, not even when his favourite uncle showed him how to pole a skiff decently. In fact, it almost distanced the small child from Lilyia's younger brother, just by its very nature. He quickly forgave his uncle, however, and continued his indulgent existence. His second brother often taught him little Harper tricks, as he had just been apprenticed, and that was enough for Sirril to stake out a place in the Holdbrat hierarchy.
When firehead swept through High Rest on its way to Essal, his brother Sorli was one of the first to perish, and his mother Lilyia went blind. His mother and his father were stripped of their deepest loves, their son and their work, respectively. For several months, they were not quite as capable of caring for him as they should have been. He told himself that he liked it, that he didn't mind the free time to wander and explore. However, this is not quite the case, and when Sorren gave his third son the chance to take his brother's place on the crew of his ship, he took it gladly, almost vehement with exuberance. He vows to make his father proud no matter what.
Family Connections: Son of Sorren and Lilyia. Lilyia has a brother. Younger brother of Sorli (deceased) and Sorrel (Harper).
