Post by Trism bon Cavalish on Aug 28, 2008 18:55:40 GMT -5
Name: Trism bon Cavalish
Specied Gillikinese
Birthdate: December 15
Age: 21
Year at Shiz/Year Graduated (if attended Shiz) Did not attend
Major/House at Shiz n/a
Birthplace: Northern Gillikin; he was born to a Gillikinese farming family.
Allegience: None, really; as far as he knows, the Wicked Witch of the West is just as wicked as they say, and he always considered Glinda "the Glamorous" to be more mislead than Good. He is currently employed by Mombi; he doesn't like her very much personally, but for all he knows she's just being a responsible ruler.
Appearance: Trism has medium-length, lightish-brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. About 6'1" in height, he has a lean build, though does have some muscle on him. He doesn't focus too much on appearance, being a soldier, though he's fairly attractive; he has that casual careless look to his appearance. His ears are pierced.
Picture:
Sexual Orientation Straight...?
Background History: Trism bon Cavalish was born into a Gillikinese farming family in northern Gillikin. His family had always tried to breed upwards socially, which was made difficult by the lower-class farmers they were surrounded by. In his youth, Trism had always had a way with animals; he proved his ability at hog-calling contests, which brought more shame than glory to his socially-minded family. They made him attend school through most of his youth at St. Prowd's, a high-clas private school just north of the Uplands. His parents wanted him to attend Shiz University as well, but instead he left to join the Army of Oz, eventually reaching the rank of Minor Menacier. Recently, Mombi began a top-secret project involving dragon-husbandry, which Trism soon became the head of thanks to his talents with animals.
Personality Traits/Flaws: Trism is a fairly calm, cool, and collected individual; things typically don't fluster him. He isn't entirely obsessed with morals, though he feels uneasy doing the wrong thing. He likes to have a good time as much as anyone; he's not a huge ladies man, though he's had plenty of one-night stands, and he goes to bars just as much as any other soldier. He can be cynical and indifferent at times, but in general he's a good person; he's just a realist. While most might assume that being a soldier he isn't very bright, he's actually fairly intelligent.
Intrests/Hobbies: Spending time with animals, working with the dragons, the outdoors, practicing drills
Likes: Animals, the outdoors, sports (gooseball especially), the summertime, being a soldier
Dislikes: The socialite tendencies of his family, winter, annoying levels of optimism, corruption, people with a superiority complex
Greatest Fear: Being forced to attend stuffy balls and banquets and the like for the rest of his life.
Strengths: Ability to control the dragons, physical strength, military training, clear-headed thinking, dedication
Weaknesses: Cynicism can be interpreted as iciness; family reputation limits him
Best Memory: Being chosen by Mombi for the important position of Dragonmaster
Worst Memory: The many dull hours spent at the bon Cavalish plantation
Goals: To raise his dragons to be used for the good of Oz
Writing Sample
Trism carefully sidled up to the huge green dragon, taking care to make as few motions as possible. The dragons were skittish and inbred, since there weren't many to work with. He had to be extremely careful. One wrong move and he'd be dead in an instant; but he had done this countless times by now. He waited for the dragon to relax. It took what felt like ages... but after a while he could hear the dragon's breathing beginning to slow. It was getting relaxed; that was key. He crept up to it, then carefully mounted it, climbing up to its long, strong neck. He rested his knees on the joint where the wings met the dragon's body, settling his chest along the dragon's kneck and gently wrapping his arms around the dragon's neck. The dragon didn't budge; it was far too relaxed at this point, and they were used to him by now. The dragons were hugely intelligent; he gently began to hum into its left ear, humming the shape of the task at hand.
The dragon suddenly began to stir, growing irritated; Trism quickly unlatched his arms from the dragon's neck, turning and leaping to the stone floor of the stables. He hit the ground running, darted out of the stable, and slammed the steel door behind him as the dragon's lethal jaws snapped at his heels. That was almost too close. But Trism had almost been there... he had almost been able to make the dragon listen, to take commands. He felt at the brink of a breakthrough... but it would take more work than that to make it a success. His position as Dragonmaster depended on this working; Mombi was getting impatient. Not that she could replace him. He was indispensable... only he could speak to these dragons. He just had to figure out how to get it right.
Did you read the Site Rules? Yes
Specied Gillikinese
Birthdate: December 15
Age: 21
Year at Shiz/Year Graduated (if attended Shiz) Did not attend
Major/House at Shiz n/a
Birthplace: Northern Gillikin; he was born to a Gillikinese farming family.
Allegience: None, really; as far as he knows, the Wicked Witch of the West is just as wicked as they say, and he always considered Glinda "the Glamorous" to be more mislead than Good. He is currently employed by Mombi; he doesn't like her very much personally, but for all he knows she's just being a responsible ruler.
Appearance: Trism has medium-length, lightish-brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. About 6'1" in height, he has a lean build, though does have some muscle on him. He doesn't focus too much on appearance, being a soldier, though he's fairly attractive; he has that casual careless look to his appearance. His ears are pierced.
Picture:
Sexual Orientation Straight...?
Background History: Trism bon Cavalish was born into a Gillikinese farming family in northern Gillikin. His family had always tried to breed upwards socially, which was made difficult by the lower-class farmers they were surrounded by. In his youth, Trism had always had a way with animals; he proved his ability at hog-calling contests, which brought more shame than glory to his socially-minded family. They made him attend school through most of his youth at St. Prowd's, a high-clas private school just north of the Uplands. His parents wanted him to attend Shiz University as well, but instead he left to join the Army of Oz, eventually reaching the rank of Minor Menacier. Recently, Mombi began a top-secret project involving dragon-husbandry, which Trism soon became the head of thanks to his talents with animals.
Personality Traits/Flaws: Trism is a fairly calm, cool, and collected individual; things typically don't fluster him. He isn't entirely obsessed with morals, though he feels uneasy doing the wrong thing. He likes to have a good time as much as anyone; he's not a huge ladies man, though he's had plenty of one-night stands, and he goes to bars just as much as any other soldier. He can be cynical and indifferent at times, but in general he's a good person; he's just a realist. While most might assume that being a soldier he isn't very bright, he's actually fairly intelligent.
Intrests/Hobbies: Spending time with animals, working with the dragons, the outdoors, practicing drills
Likes: Animals, the outdoors, sports (gooseball especially), the summertime, being a soldier
Dislikes: The socialite tendencies of his family, winter, annoying levels of optimism, corruption, people with a superiority complex
Greatest Fear: Being forced to attend stuffy balls and banquets and the like for the rest of his life.
Strengths: Ability to control the dragons, physical strength, military training, clear-headed thinking, dedication
Weaknesses: Cynicism can be interpreted as iciness; family reputation limits him
Best Memory: Being chosen by Mombi for the important position of Dragonmaster
Worst Memory: The many dull hours spent at the bon Cavalish plantation
Goals: To raise his dragons to be used for the good of Oz
Writing Sample
Trism carefully sidled up to the huge green dragon, taking care to make as few motions as possible. The dragons were skittish and inbred, since there weren't many to work with. He had to be extremely careful. One wrong move and he'd be dead in an instant; but he had done this countless times by now. He waited for the dragon to relax. It took what felt like ages... but after a while he could hear the dragon's breathing beginning to slow. It was getting relaxed; that was key. He crept up to it, then carefully mounted it, climbing up to its long, strong neck. He rested his knees on the joint where the wings met the dragon's body, settling his chest along the dragon's kneck and gently wrapping his arms around the dragon's neck. The dragon didn't budge; it was far too relaxed at this point, and they were used to him by now. The dragons were hugely intelligent; he gently began to hum into its left ear, humming the shape of the task at hand.
The dragon suddenly began to stir, growing irritated; Trism quickly unlatched his arms from the dragon's neck, turning and leaping to the stone floor of the stables. He hit the ground running, darted out of the stable, and slammed the steel door behind him as the dragon's lethal jaws snapped at his heels. That was almost too close. But Trism had almost been there... he had almost been able to make the dragon listen, to take commands. He felt at the brink of a breakthrough... but it would take more work than that to make it a success. His position as Dragonmaster depended on this working; Mombi was getting impatient. Not that she could replace him. He was indispensable... only he could speak to these dragons. He just had to figure out how to get it right.
Did you read the Site Rules? Yes
