Post by Lan on Oct 15, 2010 20:45:13 GMT -8
Name:
Hilton
Age:
22 (summer; year 36)
Gender:
male
Sexuality:
bisexual
Rank:
Winglet (Charlies)
Location:
Eyrie
Personality:
Hilton is deceptively simple. Or so that’s what his brother would say. While some people find him terribly easy to read, still others swear that he’s an enigma. So what’s the truth of the matter? Well, let’s take him at a glance and work our way from there. Hilton is a social person and is invigorated by social interaction as if it is the air he breathes. People are important to him… far more important than diasks or his time. Whether you’re eight years or eighty, male or female, laborer or executive, this policy stands. The tanner likes to surround himself with a lot of friends and if he can help it he never has a dull moment. Even at work, he’s always seemingly on the go, and when measuring a simourv for a harness he chats up both with rider and bird. Of course, the simourvs never respond, but he figures it’s a nice gesture anyway.
Yet he is also pragmatic and down-to-earth. Hilton isn’t one to think himself any more than he is, he’s just a man who works with leather at the Eyrie. He has no grand schemes for fame or fortune… he prefers to take things one day at a time and live a relatively simple and happy life. He likes his job and likes working and does his best with everything he makes, and likes the routine of waking up early to do work with his hands. This isn’t to say he has no determination, however. In his daily flights of fancy and tasks he can be single-minded and stubborn. This is especially true when it comes to women. When he’s pursuing a woman’s interest, he has a dogged manner of gumption that holds until he’s done every possible romantic thing he can think of… and then he still tries. His persistence in courting is not to be easily swayed. Even women with prior attachments are in his scope. After all, if he’s the one for them, they have no business being with someone else!
While his brother would say every woman Hilton sees he falls madly in love with, the man does have standards. Women who are irritable, domineering, grouchy, and just plain unladylike--or, as Hilton puts it, “women who aren’t really women”--don’t hold his attentions for long. While he’s up for a fling with nearly any lass, as any long term (or, rather, longer than a night) commitment Hilton likes his women calm and passive and, well, manageable. Old fashioned women who are unassuming, timid, yet bright and talented (preferably at cooking) are really the ones that catch his eye. And, of course, beautiful women… but, then again, they’re all pretty lovely in his eyes! The highest standards are reserved, instead, for the men in his life. Whether it’s a man who’s giving him orders or a man he’d possibly like to court, they have to work doubly hard to impress him. Those in charge, man or woman, are held to great scrutiny and, if they don’t fit his ideal, he rebels in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. And as far as pretty men go… well, Hilton’s not quite sure his “type” of man. They have to have a certain something and there has to be that certain perfect spark… otherwise, Hilton’s perfectly happy going and wooing some bonnie lass for the week or the night.
However, Hilton is not the sort of man to part with the secrets of his personality so easily. Beneath the earthy charm, and he does have charm and wit to turn a conversation into somersaults, lie a very earnest and steadfast young man. While his love life is a chain of flings, his closest friends and family are very important to him. He has the capability of being loyal, providing he’s known the person for a considerable amount of time, and he’s the kind of person that everyone knows where they stand with. Even though his sentiments don’t last long, he is genuine about them at the time, it’s just his definition of forever is slightly skewed from most people’s. While he doesn’t give out promises easily, he does intend to keep them, and when he’s unable to (as sometimes happens) he is genuinely hurt about it. He just doesn’t see any reason to remain hurt for someone else’s benefit. Hilton lives in the present, striving not to think about the past or the future. If he thought about such things, he believes, he would miss out on the beautiful pieces of life being threaded together all around him. In fact, he does everything he can to NOT think about past events or future promises. To him it would subtract from the beauty of the spontaneous life he lives.
Too often Hilton is classified as an optimist or an idealist, but really he sees himself as a realist. It’s true, there are koxi all around waiting to tear their livers out and puncture their spleens, but look at all the fantastic experiences one gets to have before that moment comes! He doesn’t make levity out of grave things or try to turn darkness into light. If something bad happens, then it is truly tragic and warrants a proper emotional response. He’ll be there for a friend in a time of sorrow and he’ll mourn losses like a normal human being. But he always moves on. One of the main things that truly characterize Hilton is his undying momentum. Time never stops passing by, so he must never stop to wait for it to come round again. This is one of the main reasons why, though he flits from affair to affair, he doesn’t torture himself over the women whose hearts he might have broken. That was then. This is now. He considers himself a very upfront person and if they can’t discern his manner from the start he’s not going to worry about how they handle him flying away. When he’s with them, he’s truly and wholly with them… and when he’s gone he’s gone. There is no inbetween. It is a rare person that can hold him down with any sort of ties, and those few slots are predominantly reserved for those who share his blood.
Appearance:
Hilton is, as most say, "easy on the eyes". His face in particular as smooth features, not cut at any particularly sharp angle, with a round nose and oval hazel eyes. He's more often than not clean-shaven and his medium-brown hair is the sort of messy soft that doesn't attract much notice to it. Light eyebrows and an oval face further accentuate his easy-going look, along with softly sloping cheekbones and a mostly unobtrusive adam's apple. Yet, for all his boyish charm, his smile is most devilish, giving one the impression that he's up to no good all the time. Fortunately, he has a smooth way of talking that attracts attention away from that hypnotizing grin.
While he's better than decent at his job, he doesn't quite look like he has the muscles for it. His body is thoroughly masculine, yet at the same time deceptively average. He may indeed have an average strength for his profession, and is lacking the pure manly strength of his brother, but he's plenty strong enough to beat most women (or... at least his kind of women). Yet, of all his parts, his hands must be the oddest. Born with a slight condition in his melanin, his hands are always a bit paler than the rest of his arms. Not only that, but they're also sort of small for a male his size. Standing at a solid 6'0", one would expect larger hands when instead he's just sort of... normal, or at least normal for a man much smaller than him.
Hilton carries himself with an energy and momentum that is contagious, and when socializing or in a social place he's always moving about from one place to another with a bright expression on his countenance and an eager manner. No one who's seen him working or just meandering could ever suspect him of depression. Yet, when he finally slows down and sits still, something changes about him that makes him seem down and even somewhat wounded. Spacing out, with a far look in his eye, he can become the exact opposite of the cheery, happy-go-lucky demeanor he usually carries. But it lasts only briefly before he's moving again.
Family:
father- Yalton, Tanner living in Itnala (44; year 14)
mother- Hiram, Homemaker living in Itnala (40; year 18)
half-brother- Marton, Tanner living in Eyrie (24; year 34)
sister- Amya, Assistant Seamstress living in Itnala (15; year 43)
Pets:
none
Simourv Name:
Norloph
Simourv Color:
blue (4e67b7)
Simourv Age:
0 (fall; year 58)
Personality:
(curious, a bit of a mama's boy, obedient but easy to distract)
Appearance:
(to be written)
Parentage:
Gray Eceph X Black Alianph
History:
Yalton was a first generation Pohonian, born of two parents who had undertaken the old terran profession of Leatherworking upon their arrival on the planet. They were honest folk, hardworkers that wouldn't lie to you to save their own lives. They were also excited about leaving their old life full of technological wonder behind. They had met before their arrival, but had been together on the planet's surface for fourteen years before they had their first son Yalton. It was after he was born that they decided, as soon as the opportunity was afforded them, they would leave the landing town of Sayaie to make their own way in their new world. Therefore when Yalton was twelve, on the twenty-sixth year of landing, the family picked up and helped create the settlement of Itnala, which was to be a fishing settlement on the cost of the peninsula to the west of Sayaie. Yalton's father made a cabin just to the north of the port town, and there the family was rather happy... until word of the xymokoxi attack spread.
Yalton's father, a proud man, refused to believe that such decimation came from such large, ferocious creatures, but when word came of terrible deaths from the settlers living north of him, Yalton's mother was finally able to convince the family to abandon their beautiful cabin and move closer into the port town of Itnala. Yalton's father didn't like it... he much preferred to keep his feet on the ground, but Yalton liked it very much and would spend his afternoons mucking about in the sand and the surf.
But the rest of Yalton's story isn't much to listen to. Koxi attacks continued, some even at Itnala, but his family managed to remain unscathed and live a semi-normal life. Yalton learned his father's trade, saved up some diasks, and on the thirty-fourth year of landing he married his first wife, Maria. That same year they had a son, Marton. And this is where the real story begins. When Marton was a year old his mother died, leaving Yalton alone to take care of him. Worried about the well-being of his son growing up without a mother, Yalton quickly married again a fisherman's daughter Hiram. The two didn't love each other in the romantic way, but their relationship was conventional and they cared for each other and took care of one another. Hiram even cared for Marton as if he were her own son. Then, a year after their marriage, Hilton was born.
While they came from different mothers, Hilton and Marton soon became thick as thieves. And this meant, of course, torturing each other to no end and competing in almost everything they did. As kids, they weren't actually all that nice to each other. They pulled pranks on each other, lied to each other to freak the other out, and other sort of sibling rivalry actions. When their baby sister was born eight years after Hilton, the two boys weren't quite sure if they'd like her either... until she started walking and talking... then she had captured their adoration forever.
In their teen years, Hilton and Marton were apprenticed under their father to learn his craft. They were still competitors now, but in more than one way. Not only were the competing for their father's and mother's affections and for who was better skilled, but now they were competing for the affections of girls. While Marton was decidedly more skilled in the art of tanning, Hilton was more creative in his endeavors of leathermaking --a trait which also allowed him to have more luck gaining the attention of the fairer sex. Marton was the strong, silent type, a true mystery that gained some attention... but Hilton was the charismatic one that thought well on his feet, never revealing so much that he was transparent but always revealing just enough to make himself seem as awesome as he wanted to be.
It wasn't until Hilton was eighteen that he and his brother started to get along... and, of course, it was their sister Amya that broke them of it. Ten at the time, Amya had been worried much by their constant squabbling and one evening while they were wrestling one another she intervened... at the expense of her spraining her wrist. In that moment Marton and Hilton swore off their arguments, not really sure why they started in the first place, and agreed to work together.
After they stopped bickering they actually became quite a team. Marton and his attention to detail tanned leather almost as good as his father (or so he fancied), and Hilton and his creative streak was able to make wonderful things from the leather he and his brother made. But a life in Itnala was not enough for them. Two young men at their prime were foolishly unafraid of the koxi that trolled their borders and they longed for a life that was full of adventure and new faces constantly streaming by. But they had a duty to their family, and neither wanted to leave their younger sister behind, so despite plans to move to Chydyn or Sayaie, they stayed working with their father and further honing their skills.
However, shortly after Hilton turned twenty, news of the riders came about... and also news of their home dubbed the Eyrie. This was the opportunity both brothers had been waiting for. Family or not, both Marton and Hilton knew they couldn't pass up on the chance to stretch out on their own and provide their skills in leather for the new riders. As Hilton pointed out, the riders would indubitably need plenty of leather... and some sort of harness system for their giant mounts. The two brothers talked it over with great fervor and eventually came up with a plan that their father couldn't refuse. There was only one flaw... they had to leave Amya behind.
Despite their begging and pleading to their mother Hiram to let them take Amya with them, she would have none of it. A girl of thirteen swanning off with her two brothers to try to turn a profit in that strange Eyrie? It was preposterous. So after an emotional goodbye (but never teary, for men don't cry), Hilton and Marton gathered up their stuff and undertook the long journey to the Eyrie. They mainly traveled with a band of traders that went from Itnala to Chydyn and then all the way up to the Eyrie. Marton was a bit weary with all the traveling it took to get to a place that was supposedly so great, but Hilton enjoyed seeing all the different faces and meeting new people.
Once they got there, they set up shop amazingly fast. It seemed at the Eyrie leatherworkers were quite useful, so they did business perhaps even moreso than they could have hoped. With his ever creative mind, Hilton found a way to improve the currently standing harness to make it safer and more comfortable for the animal, and since he and his brother have made their living as the dynamic duo of harnesses and other random leatherworks. Marton is the main tanner in the group, while Hilton (who is a fair tanner, though not as good as his brother) takes to actually making the leather into something useful.
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