Name:

Laban Thayer

First name meaning “Gentleness, or White & Shining”

Last name meaning “The Heir”

Age:

18

Gender:

Male (He/Him)

Sexualtiy:

Hertosexual

Role:

Rookie

Appearance:

Credits to SuriLucy on Picrew.me

Laban is a pretty intimidating figure to stumble upon or into without prior interaction. He towers over most individuals, standing at a staggering 6’5” in height – making him hard to miss, but not impossibly so due to his stealth. Though, he is most definitely easy to spot in crowds. His build is naturally masculine but not to the extent of most farmers, looking softer than one would originally imagine. Well toned muscles are still prevalent, however, and provide the usual athletic aesthetic that comes with his occupation. It seems as though there is not an inch of his form that is made from body fat, causing him to come off as a wall of pure muscle. These muscles accumulate mostly around his arms due to the usual task of lifting heavy objects, but a good amount takes residence in his legs as well. Just not to the extent of his arms, seeing his their main usage – riding horses – is not a common occurrence for him. His chest is, naturally, abbed and works along both his arms and legs to provide even more power to any strikes he may dish out. Scarring around this area adds to this initial imposing demeanor, with a rather “nasty” looking scar running across the right side of his collarbone before disappearing from view during its trek towards his chest. Yet, there are other aspects that make him seem oddly soft as well. His baby smooth, pale skin and lack of freckles, one could almost describe him as soft if not for all that muscle he is packing. A lack of body hair is also something one may notice seeing as none sticks out from underneath his garments. The straight and casual posture is another contradicting statement towards this otherwise formidable look. It is much unlike the usual guarded, high strung, or borderline violent stances of most brawlers, being more open and approachable than most men itching for a fight. However, it is quick to switch to something a bit more battle hardened – ready to swing at a moment’s notice in order to protect a defenseless other.

This hunk-of-a-man’s facial features can simply be unforgettable or an oddity. Although starting out simple and generic, they swiftly turn to something a bit more wild and exotic. The general structure of his face is nothing out of the ordinary. A strong yet somehow “gentle” jawline defines the basis of his face with smooth and “thin” cheeks soon following suit. Here, his pale skin remains pure – having no blemishes nor freckles nor bumps or scars or even facial hair in sight. His lips are those of stand masculine men, being barely distinguishable from the rest of his face in thickness. Their color also mimics that of the rest of his skin with a slightly tanner tint. His ears are a bit off, strictly in size and not shape. They are slightly larger-than-average, but not to the extent of being noticeable. His eyes are also nothing too out there, being monolid-esk in shape and having beautiful forest green irises. Truly, what makes his facial aspects so memorable is his hair. Not so much its structure but its color. As luck would have it, this rookie was born with short pure white (or silver) hair, akin to the shade of freshly fallen snow. No one in his social circle knows where this oddity came from, but it is believed to just be the usual luck-of-the-draw genetics. A select few, on other hand, take it as some sort of sign. Though, none have been able to articulate the meaning behind it. Its overall structure is just as wild as its color, with strands having very little consistency in where they stick out. Its part is off-centered, leaning towards the left of his head and shifting most of its follicles to the right side of his head. A large amount of “bangs” (if one could consider them that) has formed because of this, with most of his longer hair sections covering his forehead and parts upper cheeks. The majority of which is located on the right side of his face. There are three main sections to this: left, right, and center. Left is considered to be the “medium” section, having more hair than one section but less than the other. This part mainly covers the top of his ear and the one corner of his eyes. The center section is the smallest of the bunch, having the least amount of hair. It only covers the middle portion of his face, reaching all the way down to his nose. The right is, naturally, the largest of these bunches of hair. It is connected to the center piece, but is too much of its own thing to be a part of it. It, like the left, covers the top of his other ear but covers a decent amount of its center as well – hiding it mostly from sight. The orientation of the part has also caused a sort of arch amongst all the hair that hangs down into his face – showing the two different sides quite clearly.

The white hair boy’s wardrobe is a simple one, or lackluster in the eyes of some. It is made up of essentially one outfit with one or two fancy add-ons, with this family being too poor for much else. And, despite his adoration of his present occupation, it is not enough for another outfit to be added to his “collection.” These clothes are what most would call his “work” clothes, with them being tossed on whenever it comes time to do his job. They are the standard “medieval” farming clothes, consisting of hand crafted shirts and pants. His casual top wear is a generic long sleeved tunic – pale cream in color with dark blue sleeves. Gray-blue linen trousers (which do reach down to the bottom of his legs) are paired with this, with a mass amount of noticeable stitchwork present from years of wear and tear, as well as length additions to conform to his current height. Leather shoes, also worn down from use, protect his feet with their somehow still durable material. The only “fancy” thing he owns in a white top of sorts, similar to modern day hoodies but less… well, modern. He strictly wears this in clean environments on special occasions. A white shirt is typically worn underneath this “hoodie.”

Any sort of accessory is considered to be a blessing for this tall young man, with him taking none that he possesses for granted. He is grateful for each and every one of them, and does his best to preserve their original appearance. Even if he owns very few. A cross earring is the smallest of these items, black in color and attached to his left ear. His right has no such addition. A dark blue cloak is another such precious article, having been created for his father years ago. It is made of some of the finest wool with the “popular” addition of tassels being present around its end. This cloak has wrapped itself firmly around his shoulders – appearing to be connected by some strings on the front – before lowering itself down his back. It extends no further than his behind. He does not go anywhere without it, believing that it keeps his father close to his heart wherever he goes. A leather belt ties all this in together, looping around his midsection. It is a bit thinner than most would expect and quite tattered through its constant use. Multiple pouches, “hooks,” and holsters can be seen connected to it – allowing for a large range of smaller items to be carried with ease.

No one is really sure what Laban’s voice actually sounds like. While those close to him hear it quite often (or what they consider often for him), encounters with a speaking snowy haired boy are few and far in-between for those outside his immediate family or circle of friends. But even those that do have the honor of hearing him speak will soon have trouble actually deciphering what he is saying. Not because of any sort of noticeable accent, but because of both soft and quiet his voice comes off as – akin to a gentle spring breeze that just lets its presence known through the shaking of forest leaves. It is nigh impossible to hear him in loud environments. The pitch of his voice is a bit startling for new people, being much higher than one would expect from someone of his stature. Though, it is still considered to be of a medium pitch for men. There’s a bit of roughness to it as well, sounding just slightly scratchy at times – but in a good way. His tone is typically cheerful yet meek, as though he were uncertain about each and every work he chose to use. Though this meekness does fade the more he gets to know someone, it does have the tendency to slip back into place around even the most trusted and beloved people in his life.

Personality:

Quiet || Charming || Soft Spoken || Thick Skinned || Patient || Gentle “Giant” || Compassionate || Selfless || Friendly || Helpful || Sorta Shy || Protective || Attentive || Mostly Confident || Hard Worker || Survivalist

Laban stares down at you in an uncertain expression. He isn’t quite sure what to say.

Laban is the living definition of strong and silent. Speaking, for him, is a rarity. A true blessing to the ears. For unknown reasons – be in his way mourning, his lack of perceived social skills making him uncertain, or simply his preference – he chooses to remain mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to or around those he loves. Or well, those he loves whom he trusts not to question his mannerisms, patterns, or anything of the like. Strangers, however, are obviously a different story. He avoids speaking to anyone he considers as such, merely using hand and head motions and expressions to communicate with them. His speech only ever comes into play when absolutely necessary. And don’t get started on the topic of him speaking to his crush. He’d be incapable of doing so, turning into a cherry tomato when simply being addressed by her. Though, he somehow still retains a sort of charm that only a select few could ever possess. He was taught chivalry from a young age, and often utilizes it to show his companions respect. Towards his crush, however, this charming aspect is a lot more tender than usual – leading to a lot of well-planned gifts and interactions, all of which aim to ensure that she enjoys her. Even he is not fond of the particular activity.

For those who miraculously get him to speak, they find him to be incredibly soft spoken. His words are oft kind and considerate, carefully placed in their particular order as a means of avoiding conflict or offending the person he is interacting with (if that is even possible). He never talks over another, allowing even the most disrespectful to speak before him or over him before it gets in a word. Thankfully, his thick skinned and patient nature prevents any sort of biting response from flowing past his lips or a physical strike as retaliation. He is completely unbothered by snarky remarks or aggressive rants, choosing to just stare and wait for the cascade of words to finally come to a halt. His voice never raises and is void of most negative emotions unless in an intense situation, choosing to appear as calm as possible in order to hopefully pacify the one in front of him if that is so much of a possibility. But, even when angered, he will not strike back (if he has a say in that). He will simply walk away to avoid further interaction.

As it may be apparent, this white haired boy is quite the gentle “giant.” Despite his immense amount of strength, he has chosen a much more passive path – never raising so much as a finger to harm another. Although not necessarily a pacifist, violence is certainly not something he knows, even if he may be decent at hand-to-hand combat (props to his father for teaching him self defense). Aggression is a last ditch effort for him, and is only utilized when in a dire situation or in the defense of another. His compassionate ways are another greatly exemplified trait. He shows a large amount of sympathy and concern for all creatures, especially those in any sort of pain. He will go out of his way to support and cheer up the disheartened, while also providing needs to the sick and injured. He always puts these peoples’ needs before his own, prioritizing their happiness over his own. A rarity in this world, but something he holds pride in. However, do not mistake him for any sort of a pushover. When struck, he will swing back twice as hard until the other has learned their lesson.

A friendly demeanor is what this young man carries with him despite what his outward appearance may hint towards others. He is very welcoming, gladly offering up smiles and aid to others around him – even if he does not feel comfortable speaking. In a way, it is rather touching how swift he is to offer a hand in any task. Though, don’t expect an offer of friendship right off the bat. He is a bit more discreet about doing that unless the other extends theirs first (which is the most likely situation). It is almost as though he were shy, in a way. He may be the one initiating the interaction in some way, but he is nearly always uncertain as to how he should continue it. Should he speak? Crack a joke? Offer them something? Would they judge them if he did? He is never quite sure.

To those in his inner circle, this tall young boy is an immensely protective force to be reckoned with. While he may have enough patience to deal with the sharp remarks pointed at him, he will never lay low when such phrases or comments are directed at a close friend or family member. He is quick to jump to their defense in this situation, not coming swinging but giving the one stupid enough to tempt fate a rather harsh glare – fit with crossed arms and a defensive stance. And don’t even think about attempting to slip under his radar to commit such actions. Laban is no idiot. He is both smart enough and attentive enough to tell that something may be up. He knows the telltale signs of discomfort in his loved ones, the mischievous or even hate-filled expressions of thus who plans. Few things slip past his watchful eyes, and he will not take any hints of malicious intent or agitation lightly.

Although shy and a bit awkward amidst social interactions, this Thayer son is pretty confident. He believes himself to be well off in his various abilities, never faltering when they are put to the test. He trusts that he is capable of handling most things thrown at him, even things they may otherwise be unfamiliar with. In such a case, he will work hard to understand and work through the issue or assignment – something he picked up after years of farming experience. No task too small, no mountain too large is essentially his motto whilst going through this. However, there is one thing he holds supreme confidence in: his survival skills. From the moment he could walk, his father began teaching him all the different methods to surviving out in the wild – in case he were to ever get lost. Marking trees for a path, building fire pits, foraging, and the like were all topics covered. Sadly, his training was cut short due to the attack but he has continued to work hard and refine his survival tactics as well as formulate new and effective new ones.

Dragon:

Deaencta

Strengths:

+ Physical Prowess

+ Survival Skills

+ Stealth

+ Kindness

+ Thick Skinned

+ Hand-To-Hand Combat

Weaknesses:

- Easy To Overwhelm

- Social Interactions

- Speed

- Gentleness (At Times)

- Easy To Spot In Crowds

- Weapons Usage & Knowledge

Crush:
I honestly would like one for him. Even if it is one sided. This will be his first one, ever.

Pending...

Significant Other/Spouse:

No.

Kin:

Open to a brother or two, as well as a younger sister.

Daniel (NPC) – Father; Deceased

Rebecca – His sister and personal armrest.

Cassandra – His younger sister and another armrest.

Open

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

- Laban was born into the farming life, residing on a “ranch” of sorts for the first eleven years of his life. Though this life was cut short, he learned many valuable lessons from this time and still holds onto his hard working ways.

- Laban’s father Daniel was killed in the attack seven years ago when attempting to save Laban. The boy has blamed himself ever since.

- This white haired man is, indeed, a Christian. However, he is not a very strong one and has much to learn. But his faith is ever strong.

Does my own work in progress dragon story count? :p

If not, then I’d have ta choose Eragon.

I know Solaris is listed on the...character list, but he's done! Working on my Dragon now :D

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I've changed how Im doing Original Dragons. I'm not simply doing a cap of 2-3 each, with the exception that Dragons in previous versions of Burning Embers automatically can be that type even if theres a max already.

I'll open the Discussion Soon.

Right Now we Need:
1 More OG Rider and 2 More Rookie Riders.


^ For Now, that is all I will be accepting until the numbers all even out.

Matunda,
Usani can't be over 250 as a Rookie Dragon, and you didn't put anything about his color in his appearance ^^

Reserve rookie rider? <3

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Deirore

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