Ildenin's LJ:


Athletic in build and form, an almost understated subtlety shows along the every movement and gesture upon this young man's rather tall frame. Masculine features are obvious, from the angled line of his chin and jaw to the toned swell of muscles along his shoulders and chest. Proportions tend more to a build wrought of an active life, giving him lithe muscles as his fair skin is cast with a tan that tends to a life outdoors. The irises of his eyes are a glacial blue, flecked with cracked ice and fractured sunbeams. His sandy blonde hair drops with a careless intent to the nape of his neck with sun-bleached waves and curls that lay without care or chaos to leave him falsely just this side of boyish.

Ildenin was raised in a hold upon the peninsula of Nerat. Not an important hold or anything, just your average boondocks hold for tilling the land and caring for 'beasts. He was the youngest of a fair-sized brood of kids, including older sister Gwynne. Their mother had died in childbirth, so they were raised by their hidebound father.

Ildenin got along famously with his older siblings, playing the part of tag-along younger brother perfectly. He was the sort of kid who kind of got lost in the mix of others, and would wander off or try to do everything that all of the older kids were allowed to do -and protested mightily on the unfairness of it all if he couldn't. Now, dearest dad and Ildenin didn't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things. Dad would blame just about anything that any of the kids would do wrong upon 'that bad trader blood on your mother's side'. And Ildenin would get that muttered about him quite a bit.

Around the time of Ildenin's thirteenth turnday, something finally gave. Headstrong, the constant arguing with his father and a complete lack of interest in remaining upon the home hold caused this newly minted teen to have a moment of rebellion that would change his life forever after. In the heat of the moment and following through upon a threat to run away, Ildenin actually did it. He left the hold for a bit of outside adventure, feeling the thrumming in his veins of that rogue 'bad trader blood'.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a teenaged joyride. Coming from such an isolated hold, and perhaps not quite hearing immediately that Thread was already falling in other places, Ildenin decided to take a rebellious teenaged moment at probably the worst possible time. He really didn't have an intentions to go and join the 'circus' or anything, that's what comes from fleeing on an impulse. So it was pure happenstance that led him to be 'ambushed' by a group of rather questionable personalities.

A young boy on the road, angry at the world and a hidebound father? Oh yes, he'd be so easily taken in by the lawless crowd, the renegades. He was willing. They weren't so lawless as one would believe, for they had their own rules, and harsh penalties for infractions. Survival of the fittest. Ildenin found himself brought under the proverbial wing of one such well-spoken malcontent, who believed that the land belonged to all and just like in nature, only the most cunning and mightiest flourish. It wasn't an innocent or mentor/mentee relationship, but it had its relevance to the person he is now.

Used as the look out and one of the scouts for the band, Ildenin wasn't immune to the harsh realities and utter ruthlessness necessary for the life of a renegade. There are stories here that he will never speak of, ever, and things that he'll never tell anyone. He is honest with himself about what he saw and the things he aided, and will bear that cross for the rest of his life. Being without a roof over one's head when Thread starts falling from the skies shows just how mean one's existence is and how desperate one can be to find shelter.

It isn't so easily to leave the renegades once you join their ranks. They aren't so forgiving to those that wish to return to a more respectable life. Sick of the life, and what he saw, and the utter desperation of a life in a time of Thread, Ildenin wanted out. He knew he made a phenomenally bad decision turns past, and he wasn't about to give his life to these people. So when the opportunity arose to scout the Southern Continent, he took it. Where better to lose yourself than a continent away?

Chance led him and a companion to Ista Hold, and chance again one dark night in a Hold garden left him the focus of much attention. Ildenin isn't proud of the lengths and desperation that led him to try to kill an innocent woman who simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was locked up and willing to die for his sins, uncomfortable in the knowledge of what he would do for freedom.


But the desire to live is a strong force. Knowing his only that what was in his head would be the key to getting out, Ildenin bargained for what he knew about the renegades he was with in exchange for a sort of indentured servitude to Lord Holder Sterling. He'd testify to the leaders of Pern before a conclave, give them over everything he knew, and from there he'd have a chance at redemption and a new life.

Alas, it's funny how things work. So it is with an attempt on his life and an order of protection by one of the few places on Pern that renegades would have one hell of a time getting into, that Ildenin was sent to Ista Weyr. To add to the craziness of it all, S'tao's Sephiroth even though he'd do as a candidate too.

It's a crazy, crazy world out there.

Candidate Questionnaire

1) Tell us about your character's background. Where did they grow up? What was their childhood like? Do they have siblings? Lots of extended family?

I guess I explained most of this in the beginning, so I'll skip this one.

2) Who is your character close to now? Fellow crafters, residents, lots of people, or a few in particular?

As of right now, Ildenin isn't that close to many. In fact, he probably seems rather 'stuck up' considering he doesn't confide in many other than typical banter. Both superiority and inferiority show themselves in his aloofness, oddly enough. He is very careful and protective, I guess you can say. Beyond those reasons though, the only person he is moderately close to, who he can somewhat let his guard down around is his older sister Gwynne.

3) What personality trait or background element do you like most about your character? How would you like to build on that?

There are quite a few things that I love about him; his snappiness, intelligence, philosophy on life, fascination with all things associated with Smiths, lack of patience with others. But above all, I love how he talks. Despite his background, Ildenin is very careful about the words that come out of his mouth, and how he uses them. It's refreshing to have a character with such a rich vocabulary, and isn't against cursing or tossing out language a Lord or Harper would use to get his point across, and more often than not it'll be said in a way to challenge and test others.

4) What would you change about your character if you could? How might others help you do this?

I suppose the roughest thing with Ildenin is interacting with others. He's such a self-absorbed personality who hasn't a lot of patience for those who can't make his life easier or get him what he wants, that he is awfully rough to play around others. As I mentioned before, it does make him seem rather like he is looking down on so many, thus making interactions and RP difficult. I try really hard to make the teen more tolerant of the other candidates at times, and bring a more light-hearted amusement factor into things, but it is still difficult and I admit to worrying that it might put others off from playing with him. I guess all I'm asking for is patience as I try to continue to figure him out, and loosen him up.

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