Post by Randin Caster on Jun 19, 2012 16:33:02 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #03AB79; border-right: 10px solid #03AB79; border-top: 10px solid #03AB79; border-bottom: 10px solid #03AB79;] RANDIN CASTER You've got to keep you mind wide open...All the possibilities You've got to live with your eyes open...Believe in what you see.  HEY THERE, PEOPLE TEND TO CALL ME RANDIN AND I'M CURRENTLY 13 YEARS OLD. I'M A MAGI'KA AND I'M A MIDDLE - SHIPYARD/STABLE BOY. ------------------------------------------------- NAME: Randin Caster DOB: August 7 AGE: 13 GENDER: Male SPECIES: Sorcerer CLASS: Middle STATUS: Peasant OCCUPATION: Ship Yard/Stable Boy ALLEGIANCE: Unaligned KINGDOM: Elaerin MAGIC; Freelance RIDER BOND: Not Yet ~~~~~~~~~~ APPEARANCE Randin has a small build and is kind of scrawny. His skin color is fair white. His eyes are Arctic Blue and oval in shape. He also has rounded ears under a blanket of Auburn shaggy brown hair. Randin wears a tan shirt, leather overcoat, black pants, and black leather hiker height boots with leather wrist bands Randin wears the same cloths almost every day. Unless he gets the chance to get new ones, though he keeps his leather stuff that he never gets rid of. Only the cotton and under cloths. Otherwise he looks absolutely the same. He doesn't like wearing new things though cause there not broke in yet, it makes him feel like he is chaffing in them. As for how he stands he has a casual arms crossed look. He also likes to lean up against things when he is just standing around bored. Most of the time he can be found sitting and string off into space when he is not working. When working he has a more defensive sort of stance. Seeing as he feels he has to always be on edge. Other than that he acts pretty laid back and even smiles when he can. As much as he seems to act tough and defensive though, he still holds a very bright and warm aura about him. This many of the magical world can tell he has. ~~~~~~~~~~ PERSONALITY Randin is overall a pretty easy going person. He has is ups and his downs, but he tries his hardest to hang in there. Everyday is a new day to live. He does hope that eventually one of those days will be the one that gets him a ticket out though. Out of the town he is in, out of the depression, out of well everything there. He wanted to have adventure. Find fame and glory if he could. Be something more than what he was which was working in the stables. Randin is very stubborn, but doesn't always stand up for himself. Even when he should. He tends to defy when he can and assert authoritativeness when he can get away with it. But most of the time he takes orders more than he gives them. Its just the way he grew up. It's noting against the boy. He just doesn't always give all his 100%. Though if he did he wouldn't be a person to try and reckon with. Randin is a very caring person. However, sometimes he just doesn't think. There are days when he will only think of himself, but most of the time he isn't like that. He tries to think of others before he really ever thinks of himself. Most of the time he tries to do things from his heart and not just his mind. He gives a lot without the idea of receiving anything back in return. He is always there to help others and to guide them. Though he doesn't realize how much of a leadership sort of trait that really is. On most levels Randin connects to others. He likes to understand how others feel. Unless of course there mean to him. Then he isn't as apt to wanting to understand. Most of the time he also picks up on the moods of others so to say if someone is moody he will be a bit moody himself. Most of the time he tries to be a caring individual, but being human in nature he has his faults. Empathy is a mild to mid ranged ability for him. He just has to put effort into it. Sociable, he can tend to be a smart ass. He loves to chat it up. Especially with travelers. Tries always to get the latest news as to what is going on in the world. That's why he ventures to bars and pubs as often as he can get. With girls he is a bit more shy though. So he tends to stray from them so he doesn't have to think that he will feel like an idiot. Other than that he is just social all around. Eh, for a low waged kid he has a good head on his shoulders. He isn't too optimistic, but not too little. He never likes to get his hopes up. seeing as he doesn't have quite the life to do so. He does what he is supposed to and doesn't ask questions most often. The one optimistic hope that he holds is that he will someday get out of the stables and do some thing better with his life. So at least that keeps him going and keeps most of his spirits up. Any other optimism around that are pretty slim. But at least he tries. Well he trusts, but yet he doesn't at the same time. He trusts to the point that he may call you acquaintance until he gets to know you better. However, save is life and you have a better chance of being a friend. He trusts those that are most close to him. While strangers he has a harder time trusting. But he isn't a mean person to even a stranger. Unless they have wronged him. Then maybe he will have a thing against them. He has some courage. However, he hasn't had the opportunity to show out his fullest potential. He has a long way to go still. However, his stubbornness sometimes can work to his advantage. That or just potentially get himself killed. Three parts fool one part brave. He tends to get himself into lots of trouble sometimes with how much he sticks his neck out so to say. But his courageous pride is also the beginnings of a strong leader. Most of the time he hates getting up and working. But its a job none the less. What tends to get him through are the stories he hears. Stories about far away places and of adventurous plights. He then finds himself pretending to be some adventurer himself. Constantly he takes out his makeshift fighting post mannequin and beats on it like a fighter would. That would keep him going most of the time. However it too would get him in much trouble. Randin expects respect. Seeing as he has to give it everyday himself. He also has respect for women. He won't let another male hurt a lady for no reason or any reason at all. With him its just not cool. He for the most part has respect for his elders, his stubborn attribute just can get the best of him and he can tend to open mouth and insert foot sometimes. He also tries to hold the virtues of a knight even if he isn't one and even if he doesn't understand all of them. He at least gives his best. Honestly, as much as he is prideful. He has a very low esteem for self really. A bit under confident of obtaining what he wants to really be. But he doesn't think so lowly of himself that he wished he were dead. Quite frankly he tries not to think about himself. Instead he tries to drown that out by thinking about others. its his way of getting rid of the pain of the fact that he is just a stable boy. Even though he wants to be something more. There isn't too much that makes Randin nervous. Or even phobia like. He hates the dark a lot. Most due to being lonely. But that's because the dark is scary. There is no doubt about that. But outside of that there isn't really much. Not unless it hasn't surfaced yet. If there is one thing that Randin likes to do its whittle wood. He will either make things from it. Or he will whittle it to nothing. A lot of times he will do this when he is just sitting somewhere. Especially when he has nothing better to do. But its the only past time that is record able that he does most often. Outside of what has been stated there are no other further traits that he seems to possess. Some may come up later in the future. But for now all that has been put is all that can be give at this time. Everything above is all that seems to sum Randin up very well. If there are any further traits they will be put here. Until then that is all. LIKES:
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~~~~~~~~~~ PARENTS: Unknown SIBLINGS: Unknown OTHER: Unknown PET: None UNIQUE ITEM: None BIRTHPLACE: Unknown HISTORY Randin was born under the sign of the dragon. A very rare sign to be born under. However, he was born under it. He grew up in an orphanage in a monastery never knowing his family. Often he had asked though who they might of been. But alas not even the monastery workers for the New religion could even tell him. So he grew up family less. It didn't seem to phase him much though, at least on the outside. As he got older the monastery began to teach him. He learned vague concepts, such as languages though he never retained them, worldly concepts though he never remembered them, and ways about the New religion. He didn't keep that either. Not really, only in the recesses of his mind did the thoughts truly stay. Maybe again some day he would remember them, but today was not that day. He had more loftier opinions. His thoughts where always elsewhere. Eventually all that they could do was ship the boy off to doing work once he got old enough to do so. At age 10 he began working in the stables as a stable boy under the watchful eye of a stable master. He learned to do his work and keep his mouth shut. That was his life until he turned 12. Once he turned the age of 12, he started to work on the docks as a shipyard lackey. There he did started to do odd jobs and clean the ships that came into port. That was done under the watchful eye of the ship master, a stout shorter man. That was his life until up to current date. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: He was up before the sun rose over the distant horizon. The forsaken rooster crowed yet again before it was the proper time to do so. This made the boy groan, glaring his arctic blue eyes at the window and want to throw his goose feathered pillow out it towards the blasted thing to shut it up. Instead though he covered his shaggy auburn head and tried to sleep for at least another fifteen minutes. Unfortunately he ended up not being able to get back to sleep, so he pulled the pillow from off his head and tossed it grudgingly onto the bed with a sigh. He then let the home made blanket fall off his shoulders and down onto the bed as he stretched and yawned. He had been stiff from the day before. However, he knew that he couldn't use that as an excuse for the day. After all if he did try he would get a good flanking swat from his boss for being late to work. Finally he rose from his bed and turned to let his feet touched the ground, which was cold. A shiver rolled down his spine as the cold from the floor rushed up his legs. It almost forced him to jump back into bed and curl up into it, but he didn't do it. Instead he stood up and stumbled across the room gathering his cloths and putting them on and then making his way to where a door that led down a set of stairs to the main floor. Quietly he opened the door and stared down the stairs momentarily. Not hearing anything, he made his way down the semi noisy stairs, stopping only briefly to make sure the guardian of the house was still asleep. As soon as he reached the base he made his way to the cupboard to get some bread and honey to eat for the morning. Finding some he took it and prepared just enough to eat then, and then a bit later to take on the road with him into town. Although it wasn't a far cry in getting into town for him. Lighting a candle he sat down and began to eat in silence. The darkness outside was still there, just barely fading into light. a part of him was still weary, but it was quickly disappearing with each bite he took. Eventually the food was gone and with it him from the table. He laid his empty plate into the wash basin and then made his way to the main door to head out into the open fresh air. Once outside after grabbing his overcoat he shivered and pulled his coat over his shoulders letting it hug his chest, while his satchel slung over his right shoulder crossing over to lie on his left flank. Quietly he began to walk along the dirt road, alone and very tired. It didn't take long for him to get slightly spooked by shadows and soft blowing wind winding its way through the tall evergreens. This made the boy's heart race as he'd hear a whoosh and then see a moving of a tree. Quickening his pace, the dirt road began to make scratchy noises as he walked heavily along. It was almost like he wanted to bolt like some wild horse or deer, but instead he tried to keep his calm. He let his mind wander the best he could onto other subjects, one of which was A typical on girls. If someone were to be watching his life closely they would probably laugh and call him a silly boy. However silly boy as he was, his thoughts at least were justified. Finally after about a decent fifteen minute to half hour walk, he entered the still sleeping town. Only early birds like him were just starting to venture out into the open air. Spring was the hardest time for any person really. During the day it would warm or raining and at night it would be cold or dreary. At least the flowers were starting to bloom though and the smell of sweet grass filled the air. That was what made all the difference in the world. Just the mere fact to know that warmer weather was well on its way. The year prior had been a harsher year, filled with snow and hard rain. This he did not want to see again for it made for a miserable walk in and out of town. A part of him missed his old life, his life before being shipped off for working in the real world. It was a safe and comfortable life, though it was a simple disciplined one. However that simple life was etched away by days of hard work. The boy had two jobs to upkeep. The first was his stable work, that one he did year round. The other was helping down at the docks taking care of the harbors ships. That job out of the two was his more favored. It left him to day dream about far off adventures across an open sea and of pirates and sea warfare. In his mind he figured he would never get to see the real world farther out, but at least he could imagine it in his safe little world. Speaking of safe worlds he made his way to the shipyard , today was his day to be working with the boats. Men were getting ready to set sail for open fishing grounds further out into the large lake. He had to be there to help make sure there boats were ready for sail and that they left with a clean start. With light now starting to stream down, it made it easier for the boy to see as he reached the docks board planks. Carefully walking down them, looking to see if the ship master was anywhere to be found. Luckily the door to his wooden hut was closed, which either meant he was there and didn't want to be disturbed, or he wasn't there and hadn't come in yet. The boy always had a habit of getting to work before his bosses would. At first both the stable master and the ship master had thought the same thing about the both when he would do that. They both believed him to be arrogant and cheeky for coming in early. That he was trying to suck up greatly to get out of too much work. However, that was on the contrary. He just showed up because he just got up early. Eventually both gave the boy slack seeing that he made a habit of this. It was all because he was used to having to be rose for morning mass at the old monastery. That he never seemed to miss much, mostly cause he'd get antsy sitting and listening to some old priest go on and on about stories he could care less about. Though, he supposed some days the pains of kneeling and praying were much better than sharp pains from lifting and scrubbing. He went and laid his satchel down in its usual spot next to the hut and then made his way down the docks to where most of the ships were tied off. He noted that a new ship had arrived since last night, probably from the far off reaches of the other side of the lake itself. This didn't matter to him much outside of the fact that it wasn't a usual boat and it looked more intricate that it should of. He then deduced that it had to of been a nobles ship, with nobles on it to be visiting the local over lord of Elaerin. This made him snort a bit in a minor distaste for he was never fond of noble blood. But then he jumped when he felt a large strong hand touch his shoulder and slightly grip it with a force that could crush a crabs shell in two. The boy tensed slightly but then relaxed when he realized who it was by the persons style of grip. |
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THE PLAYER BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS ETERNAL AND IS 26. SHE LIVES IN THE MOUNTAIN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO BILLY GILMAN, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PLAYER BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS ETERNAL AND IS 26. SHE LIVES IN THE MOUNTAIN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO BILLY GILMAN, DON'T YOU THINK?
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