Post by Cretey on Jun 23, 2007 16:27:41 GMT -5
Your Name: Cretey
Character's Name: Rett Santenfold
Age and Birthday: March 22, age 17
Race: Tortallan
Social Standing: middle class/lower middle class commoners
Profession: Puppy
Place of Residence: Mainly at his brother-in-law’s place in the Lower City; sometimes with his parents’ house (above their shop) in Prettybone.
Magic: None, and he’s fine with that. He has a slight grudge against people his own age with magic, due to an unfortunately obnoxious Gifted neighbor during his childhood, but respects it in people he respects. After all, Osric has a mild one, and Osric is his hero.
Family: Father & Mother- living in Prettybone above their all-purpose basic foods store. He has a fairly cordial relationship with them, and although he doesn’t live with them, he frequently stays with them for a night or two. They, like Rett, are content with their relationship as it is, and they’re hesitant to push any limits for fear that Rett will rebel; they’re already proud of him for joining the Dogs.
Sister, Jerra, now Jerra Taname, 7 years older; traveling with her husband, Henam Taname, a traveling trader. Rett and Jerra get along fairly well, when he sees her; growing up, they weren’t close enough in age to be good friends.
Osric Taname- Henam’s younger brother, a few years older than Rett; when Jerra and Henam married, Osric and Rett became good friends, and now Rett shares an apartment with Osric. The two are good friends, and because Osric is a worrier and feels highly responsible for Rett, Rett has some of the respect for him that he would for a parental figure.
Osric is definitely one of his favorite people, and possibly the most influential; Osric manages to be one of Rett's best friends with whom he loves hanging out and feels extremely comfortable with, and yet is still his guardian/authority figure whom Rett actually obeys, most of the time. Also, Rett tends to get a bit hero-worshippy with everyone older than him that he respects and/or likes.
Physical Description: Rett is short for his age/gender, though he still occasionally experiences those awkward teenager growth periods. He’s slightly stocky, and not perfectly toned, but he’s not overweight, and he has a fair amount of muscle; his feet and hands are slightly small. His face is square, his jaw strong. His nose is large and his lips are narrow; his eyes are mud brown. He has a few freckles; his skin is otherwise typically Tortallian pale, though he tans easily. His appearance isn’t unpleasant overall, but no girl has ever told him he’s particularly handsome. His hair, a very dark brown, is slightly curly on the rare occasion he lets it grow out, but usually he keeps it cropped short, and his face clean-shaven.
Rett usually wears dark breeches and a pale—white or tan—tunic. He has a tendency to borrow Osric’s clothing, both his castaways and new outfits; he’s not too poor to buy his own, but he finds this simpler, and has a certain laziness in this regard. Osric is slightly taller and narrower, and consequently the clothing fits somewhat awkwardly.
Personality: Rett is somewhat of an attention hog—well, subconsciously. He’ll often make comments or provide his opinion when it isn’t wanted, no matter who else is talking. (He’ll usually address them all to his friends, though, even if others are present.) And of course, these comments are often self-deprecating, and he honestly isn’t fishing for compliments; if you asked him, he would deny that he wanted attention at all. He doesn’t always initiate conversations with people he doesn’t know, but whenever he knows a certain person at all, he begins to talk to them freely- and often. He rambles, he says irrelevant things, he gives too much information, he makes joking comments when not appropriate.
Once he’s interacted with a person, he tends to quickly decide whether he considers them an enemy (well, usually just an annoyance) or friend, or the occasional neutral. Instead of waiting for confirmation from them, he immediately begins to treat them as such, and assumes that they’ll know his opinion about them, and reciprocate it. If he doesn’t like a person, he’ll tend to ignore them, usually attempting to draw the attention back to himself, or at least change the subject away from what said person wants to discuss. While he usually likes a fair percentage of the people he meets, he tends to like one or two people even more, and will become very loyal to them, often wishing they were around no matter how many other friends surround him. And he doesn’t hide this affection; he’ll ask their whereabouts, jump to their defence at perceived insults, reference them in every other sentence.
With his friends, he’s often playfully argumentative or sarcastic. With his closest friends, he’s still playfully argumentative and sarcastic, but ends up doing anything they ask. Often, if this close friendship is with a girl, he’ll slowly start to crush on her. He likely won’t realize it, but it’s usually fairly obvious to others. And if history is any indication, he has a thing for slightly-older women. (No, he’s never been very fortunate in this area.)
He doesn't treat females any differently than males, professionally speaking. His best friend before he joined the Dogs was female (she moved out of the city, sadly,) and he had an obvious (to everyone but him) crush on her; he tends to have quite a lot of female platonic friends (especially when he was younger,) but then, Osric is one of his best friends, so it's not really fair to say all his best friends are girls. He's not one to jump to love-at-first-sight (or in this case, crush-at-first-sight;) he tends to become romantically attracted to girls he's been friends with for a while, often without realizing it. He may notice that a female he doesn't know well is attractive, but he probably won't be attracted, and will quite likely treat them just like the guys.
Rett is easily annoyed by small things (though of course he ignores them when it’s one of his close friends in question,) but it takes a lot to get him truly angry. When he does get angry, he’s more likely to resort to passive-aggressiveness than to yelling or to blows, and more likely to resort to yelling than to blows. He’ll hold a grudge for a long time. His easy displays of affection or annoyance aside, he’ll often try to brush off hurt feelings, doubt, or fear, and attempt to deny them.
He’s managed to develop some self-restraint for his job, however, and has no trouble taking orders—fortunately, as he’s a Puppy. His dexterity could be better; he drops things fairly often and prefers to avoid knives and other sharp objects whenever possible, being quite adept at giving himself minor cuts. He’s quite capable in all other forms of movement, however, and has good stamina; he’s reasonably intelligent.
History: Rett's parents were two commoners who, quite simply, fell in love and decided to marry. She was the daughter of an innkeeper, and he had just recently inherited the small family grocery business. They moved into the first level above their store, although the next story was still rented out. Their first child was a girl, Jerra, and their economic situation went downhill with the addition. It was almost seven years later when their situation was stable again, and their son, Rett, was born. They rented another room on the next floor when both their children were grown enough to need space.
Rett and Jerra got along fairly well, but never seemed to have many interests in common, and the age gap was fairly large. Jerra and Rett both helped their parents in the store, though perhaps not as diligently as their parents would have liked; at roughly the same time as Jerra began ditching work to meet boys, Rett began abandoning the shop simply to wander. He was fond of exploring the market and nearby streets; he had a few neighborhood friends, but they never lasted very long.
When Jerra was 20, she met a trader from the northern border. Henam Taname was blonde, 22 years old, slightly shy, and traveling with his 18 year old brother Osric. Jerra and Henam decided to marry very soon after meeting each other; the Santenfolds were extraordinarily pleased. Henam and Jerra began to travel his trading routes together, occasionally providing extra financial support for Jerra's and Rett's parents. With one less mouth to feed and body to house, the Santenfolds decided to expand; they rented out the remainder of the third floor to live in, and organized the second floor as an extension on their shop.
Meanwhile, and partly because of this decrease in living space, Rett moved in with Osric. They had been friends from the beginning; they were closer in age than Rett and his sister, and Osric was only too happy to have a friend other than his lovestruck brother. When Jerra and Henam left the city, Osric decided that he would rather stay in Corus- he became assistant, and then partner, to one of the leather merchants in the market- than follow two newlyweds around. Rett's parents had no objections to Rett working his way up to living full-time with Osric, as Osric was responsible and a relative. They also privately hoped it would help keep their relationship with their restless teenager a pleasant one.
All the while, Rett had a growing interest in the Guard. The Dogs he saw on the streets were often the most fascinating part of his day when he was little, and as he grew older, he started desiring to help. His parents encouraged him, and Osric badgered him until he finally signed up.
Now he's on the streets, training; he's actually nearing the end of his time as a Puppy. It's been a pretty average run as Puppy so far; some embarassing stuff at the beginning, of course, but he got over it (hey! more attention!), and he's about average competence for the stage he's at. His best friend moved with her family out of the city right before they became Puppies; they had known each other before they joined, having lived nearbye, so most of their other friends were also just neighborhood kids, not other Puppies. However, he has found a group of friends within the Puppies/younger Dogs since then that he likes to hang out with, but none particularly close yet-- often he just mooches off of Osric's friends, or his old neighborhood friends, even though he doesn't see them as regularly any more.
RP Sample: Rett was bored, as was quite common, and was wandering around the market. Restlessly, but not quite aimlessly; he already had a plan in mind. Osric always had his break at this hour of the day, and always hung around close to his stall (presumably because his neighbor was very female and very pretty.) So Rett was on a quest to find Osric.
It didn’t take long; Rett saw the other man standing with a group of his friends, including the pretty girl. Rett had been introduced to all of them except the girl, and knew a few fairly well. One looked over as Rett approached, but Rett furiously shook his head. The man rolled his eyes and looked away.
His brother-in-law's back was turned to Rett, so Rett decided to amuse himself. He was also hungry, and hadn’t thought to bring any of his own money with him. So he did what any rational person would do; he snuck up behind his brother-in-law, and slid a hand into his pocket in a unpracticed attempt at pickpocketing.
Thank Mithros Rett was more than eager to be on the proper side of the law; he wouldn’t have lasted as a thief. Osric spun angrily and grabbed Rett by the wrist before noticing who it was. When he did, he rolled his eyes and let go. He was used to it. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, secretly amused. “And I thought you were a Dog, too.”
“Plenty,” Rett responded cheerfully, “and since I’m just a Puppy, well, they haven’t had time to beat it out of me yet.”
“So did you really want money, or were you just trying to annoy me?”
“Oh,” Rett said, “I really did want money. If you can spare any for your poor relation, that is, Mr. Shopkeeper Sir.”
Osric shoved Rett, then dug into his pocket for some coins. “Here,” he said, and after handing them to the younger male, he ruffled Rett’s hair. Purposefully to annoy him, of course. “And get me a turnover while you’re at it.”
“Right-o,” Rett said. “Want me to get one for your lady friend, too?” he asked, grinning, inclining his head towards the girl.
Osric glared at him. “Get out of here,” he said, blushing slightly, and Rett obliged.
Picture:
Far from perfect, but it’s the closest I could find so far.
Character's Name: Rett Santenfold
Age and Birthday: March 22, age 17
Race: Tortallan
Social Standing: middle class/lower middle class commoners
Profession: Puppy
Place of Residence: Mainly at his brother-in-law’s place in the Lower City; sometimes with his parents’ house (above their shop) in Prettybone.
Magic: None, and he’s fine with that. He has a slight grudge against people his own age with magic, due to an unfortunately obnoxious Gifted neighbor during his childhood, but respects it in people he respects. After all, Osric has a mild one, and Osric is his hero.
Family: Father & Mother- living in Prettybone above their all-purpose basic foods store. He has a fairly cordial relationship with them, and although he doesn’t live with them, he frequently stays with them for a night or two. They, like Rett, are content with their relationship as it is, and they’re hesitant to push any limits for fear that Rett will rebel; they’re already proud of him for joining the Dogs.
Sister, Jerra, now Jerra Taname, 7 years older; traveling with her husband, Henam Taname, a traveling trader. Rett and Jerra get along fairly well, when he sees her; growing up, they weren’t close enough in age to be good friends.
Osric Taname- Henam’s younger brother, a few years older than Rett; when Jerra and Henam married, Osric and Rett became good friends, and now Rett shares an apartment with Osric. The two are good friends, and because Osric is a worrier and feels highly responsible for Rett, Rett has some of the respect for him that he would for a parental figure.
Osric is definitely one of his favorite people, and possibly the most influential; Osric manages to be one of Rett's best friends with whom he loves hanging out and feels extremely comfortable with, and yet is still his guardian/authority figure whom Rett actually obeys, most of the time. Also, Rett tends to get a bit hero-worshippy with everyone older than him that he respects and/or likes.
Physical Description: Rett is short for his age/gender, though he still occasionally experiences those awkward teenager growth periods. He’s slightly stocky, and not perfectly toned, but he’s not overweight, and he has a fair amount of muscle; his feet and hands are slightly small. His face is square, his jaw strong. His nose is large and his lips are narrow; his eyes are mud brown. He has a few freckles; his skin is otherwise typically Tortallian pale, though he tans easily. His appearance isn’t unpleasant overall, but no girl has ever told him he’s particularly handsome. His hair, a very dark brown, is slightly curly on the rare occasion he lets it grow out, but usually he keeps it cropped short, and his face clean-shaven.
Rett usually wears dark breeches and a pale—white or tan—tunic. He has a tendency to borrow Osric’s clothing, both his castaways and new outfits; he’s not too poor to buy his own, but he finds this simpler, and has a certain laziness in this regard. Osric is slightly taller and narrower, and consequently the clothing fits somewhat awkwardly.
Personality: Rett is somewhat of an attention hog—well, subconsciously. He’ll often make comments or provide his opinion when it isn’t wanted, no matter who else is talking. (He’ll usually address them all to his friends, though, even if others are present.) And of course, these comments are often self-deprecating, and he honestly isn’t fishing for compliments; if you asked him, he would deny that he wanted attention at all. He doesn’t always initiate conversations with people he doesn’t know, but whenever he knows a certain person at all, he begins to talk to them freely- and often. He rambles, he says irrelevant things, he gives too much information, he makes joking comments when not appropriate.
Once he’s interacted with a person, he tends to quickly decide whether he considers them an enemy (well, usually just an annoyance) or friend, or the occasional neutral. Instead of waiting for confirmation from them, he immediately begins to treat them as such, and assumes that they’ll know his opinion about them, and reciprocate it. If he doesn’t like a person, he’ll tend to ignore them, usually attempting to draw the attention back to himself, or at least change the subject away from what said person wants to discuss. While he usually likes a fair percentage of the people he meets, he tends to like one or two people even more, and will become very loyal to them, often wishing they were around no matter how many other friends surround him. And he doesn’t hide this affection; he’ll ask their whereabouts, jump to their defence at perceived insults, reference them in every other sentence.
With his friends, he’s often playfully argumentative or sarcastic. With his closest friends, he’s still playfully argumentative and sarcastic, but ends up doing anything they ask. Often, if this close friendship is with a girl, he’ll slowly start to crush on her. He likely won’t realize it, but it’s usually fairly obvious to others. And if history is any indication, he has a thing for slightly-older women. (No, he’s never been very fortunate in this area.)
He doesn't treat females any differently than males, professionally speaking. His best friend before he joined the Dogs was female (she moved out of the city, sadly,) and he had an obvious (to everyone but him) crush on her; he tends to have quite a lot of female platonic friends (especially when he was younger,) but then, Osric is one of his best friends, so it's not really fair to say all his best friends are girls. He's not one to jump to love-at-first-sight (or in this case, crush-at-first-sight;) he tends to become romantically attracted to girls he's been friends with for a while, often without realizing it. He may notice that a female he doesn't know well is attractive, but he probably won't be attracted, and will quite likely treat them just like the guys.
Rett is easily annoyed by small things (though of course he ignores them when it’s one of his close friends in question,) but it takes a lot to get him truly angry. When he does get angry, he’s more likely to resort to passive-aggressiveness than to yelling or to blows, and more likely to resort to yelling than to blows. He’ll hold a grudge for a long time. His easy displays of affection or annoyance aside, he’ll often try to brush off hurt feelings, doubt, or fear, and attempt to deny them.
He’s managed to develop some self-restraint for his job, however, and has no trouble taking orders—fortunately, as he’s a Puppy. His dexterity could be better; he drops things fairly often and prefers to avoid knives and other sharp objects whenever possible, being quite adept at giving himself minor cuts. He’s quite capable in all other forms of movement, however, and has good stamina; he’s reasonably intelligent.
History: Rett's parents were two commoners who, quite simply, fell in love and decided to marry. She was the daughter of an innkeeper, and he had just recently inherited the small family grocery business. They moved into the first level above their store, although the next story was still rented out. Their first child was a girl, Jerra, and their economic situation went downhill with the addition. It was almost seven years later when their situation was stable again, and their son, Rett, was born. They rented another room on the next floor when both their children were grown enough to need space.
Rett and Jerra got along fairly well, but never seemed to have many interests in common, and the age gap was fairly large. Jerra and Rett both helped their parents in the store, though perhaps not as diligently as their parents would have liked; at roughly the same time as Jerra began ditching work to meet boys, Rett began abandoning the shop simply to wander. He was fond of exploring the market and nearby streets; he had a few neighborhood friends, but they never lasted very long.
When Jerra was 20, she met a trader from the northern border. Henam Taname was blonde, 22 years old, slightly shy, and traveling with his 18 year old brother Osric. Jerra and Henam decided to marry very soon after meeting each other; the Santenfolds were extraordinarily pleased. Henam and Jerra began to travel his trading routes together, occasionally providing extra financial support for Jerra's and Rett's parents. With one less mouth to feed and body to house, the Santenfolds decided to expand; they rented out the remainder of the third floor to live in, and organized the second floor as an extension on their shop.
Meanwhile, and partly because of this decrease in living space, Rett moved in with Osric. They had been friends from the beginning; they were closer in age than Rett and his sister, and Osric was only too happy to have a friend other than his lovestruck brother. When Jerra and Henam left the city, Osric decided that he would rather stay in Corus- he became assistant, and then partner, to one of the leather merchants in the market- than follow two newlyweds around. Rett's parents had no objections to Rett working his way up to living full-time with Osric, as Osric was responsible and a relative. They also privately hoped it would help keep their relationship with their restless teenager a pleasant one.
All the while, Rett had a growing interest in the Guard. The Dogs he saw on the streets were often the most fascinating part of his day when he was little, and as he grew older, he started desiring to help. His parents encouraged him, and Osric badgered him until he finally signed up.
Now he's on the streets, training; he's actually nearing the end of his time as a Puppy. It's been a pretty average run as Puppy so far; some embarassing stuff at the beginning, of course, but he got over it (hey! more attention!), and he's about average competence for the stage he's at. His best friend moved with her family out of the city right before they became Puppies; they had known each other before they joined, having lived nearbye, so most of their other friends were also just neighborhood kids, not other Puppies. However, he has found a group of friends within the Puppies/younger Dogs since then that he likes to hang out with, but none particularly close yet-- often he just mooches off of Osric's friends, or his old neighborhood friends, even though he doesn't see them as regularly any more.
RP Sample: Rett was bored, as was quite common, and was wandering around the market. Restlessly, but not quite aimlessly; he already had a plan in mind. Osric always had his break at this hour of the day, and always hung around close to his stall (presumably because his neighbor was very female and very pretty.) So Rett was on a quest to find Osric.
It didn’t take long; Rett saw the other man standing with a group of his friends, including the pretty girl. Rett had been introduced to all of them except the girl, and knew a few fairly well. One looked over as Rett approached, but Rett furiously shook his head. The man rolled his eyes and looked away.
His brother-in-law's back was turned to Rett, so Rett decided to amuse himself. He was also hungry, and hadn’t thought to bring any of his own money with him. So he did what any rational person would do; he snuck up behind his brother-in-law, and slid a hand into his pocket in a unpracticed attempt at pickpocketing.
Thank Mithros Rett was more than eager to be on the proper side of the law; he wouldn’t have lasted as a thief. Osric spun angrily and grabbed Rett by the wrist before noticing who it was. When he did, he rolled his eyes and let go. He was used to it. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, secretly amused. “And I thought you were a Dog, too.”
“Plenty,” Rett responded cheerfully, “and since I’m just a Puppy, well, they haven’t had time to beat it out of me yet.”
“So did you really want money, or were you just trying to annoy me?”
“Oh,” Rett said, “I really did want money. If you can spare any for your poor relation, that is, Mr. Shopkeeper Sir.”
Osric shoved Rett, then dug into his pocket for some coins. “Here,” he said, and after handing them to the younger male, he ruffled Rett’s hair. Purposefully to annoy him, of course. “And get me a turnover while you’re at it.”
“Right-o,” Rett said. “Want me to get one for your lady friend, too?” he asked, grinning, inclining his head towards the girl.
Osric glared at him. “Get out of here,” he said, blushing slightly, and Rett obliged.
Picture:
Far from perfect, but it’s the closest I could find so far.