Darctland, Peregrine F Dec 28, 2013 22:03:59 GMT
Post by PEREGRINE FLORIZEL DARCTLAND on Dec 28, 2013 22:03:59 GMT
- 140 pounds
- curly black hair, usually cropped short, but not so short that it looks neat
- green eyes that look happy
- scattered freckles across the nose, birthmark on his right foot
- he dresses in dark colored hose/britches and laced boots that cover his ankle and come halfway up his calf. He has a few tunics of lively different colors, and a large black belt that cinches the fabric around his waist. He has a warm winter cloak and a jaunty hat with a red feather in it, which he uses for special occasions.
Peregrine is clever and he knows it. He is superior about his intelligence, and can be an ass about it to others, but if you have a problem, he'll run straight to his books and will probably find an answer within the hour. He's a bit socially awkward, which may come from years and years of having his nose in a book, but Peregrine puts on an attitude of, "I'm awkward and I'm okay with that, aren't I funny?", but deep down, he's insecure about himself. He feels he should be something more and that he's not good enough, so he puts on this mask of being ridiculously well-versed in everything. If conversation isn't flowing, have no fear, he'll chime in!
- Cybil Darctland, 54, alive, blacksmith'd wife
- Patrick Darctland, 50, alive, blacksmith's
- Elias, 25, brother, alive, blacksmith
- Roland, 20, alive, brother, blacksmith's apprentice
- Hercules, an inaptly named gray horse
- Martin, his best friend from back home, 25, alive, now a chandler (maker of candles)
- Evelyn, sister-in-law (Elias's wife), 20, blacksmith's wife
Peregrine was born into a family that practiced vigorous physical activities and encouraged manliness in male children. Early on, Peregrine made it clear that he preferred being curled up with a book rather than outside smashing metal into weapons. He learned, begrudgingly, how to fence and swashbuckle, how to ride a horse and smash things with long sticks. He even managed to have a best friend, the chandler's son, Martin. Martin was a small, sickly child who thought Peregrine was the coolest thing since sliced bread. As his brothers grew up, they grew tall and strong, whereas Peregrine remained short and only "strong enough".
Peregrine looked down on a world where aggression of brute strength won out over intellectual achievements, and so he educated himself on all manner of things he could, so he could better explain them to other people. History was something that interested him, especially, and he took an interest in healing lore, even though he himself was no healer (he thought of himself as one, however). He even taught himself to play the fiddle and the lute through ancient texts, and developed a pleasant, but unschooled singing voice.
As his brothers mastered the family-honored tradition of the smithy, Peregrine was drawn to collecting information and he found a new love: crafting his own words. He made up stories to entertain himself and his brothers while he was restraining the horses they shod, and he wooed local girls through his original poetry, and eventually, he wrote his brother's wedding vows for him and his wife.
According to the rest of the family, Peregrine should have found a nice women and settled down by now, preferably with a son who had solid bone structure to continue the family line. He should at least have been a silversmith, if not a blacksmith, and he should be just like every other young man his age. But Peregrine is doing none of those things, and doesn't intend to start any time soon. He lives in a loft in the library of Lethos with nothing but a furry, disobedient horse for company. At best, he is a disappointment. Peregrine sees himself as a disappointment as well, only for different reasons, but he won't let anyone sense that; that's far too close to failure for his taste.
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