Post by Anariel Narie on Jun 18, 2006 2:13:19 GMT -5
Triwathion Bainovain
Meaning/Pronounciation: Triwath (Try-waath/treewaath?) = slender shadow, -ion = masculine name ending, Bainovain (bey-no-vehyn) = beautiful of beautiful
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf.
Profession: He travels with a caravan, working as a gypsy and street performer.
Weapons: A simple longsword, given to him by Brethilior, the storyteller of the group.
Creature Companions: The many large, draft horses that pull the carts of the caravan. One in particular - a gypsy vanner mare, named Folly.
Special Abilities: Slight of hand, a few simple magic tricks, the playing of a harp, and, oddly enough, juggling.
Likes: Merriment, music, poetry, writing, reading, sketching, and horses. Also, he somehow has a strange fascination in people; how they act, react, or anything else.
Dislikes: Gloomy dispositions, arrogance, and pointless fighting, unlike his sparrs, with cousins, his father or anyone else, that involve skill and have a point, unfriendliness, and loud noises.
Appearance: As his name suggests ("slender shadow"), Triwathion is a tall, slender, and graceful man. His eyes are a deep, expressive turquoise, and his dark hair reaches just above the middle of his back. His skin is neither tan nor pale, and his body is between built and lean - toned, if you will. He almost always has a smile on his face, though it is neither too broad nor to saddened: content. He wears clothes of rather plain colors - odd to some, for he is pleasing to the eye and would most likely be expected to wear rich clothes, studded with jewels and other treasures, but he chooses not to emphasize on his looks, and instead wears plain clothes - most days a simple white shirt tucked in to a pair of his father's old trousers, a vest overlapping it, and a pair of boots, with the only accent of turqoise being a true turqoise pendant on a silver chain, bought for him by his parents on his eighteenth birthday.
History: Triwathion Bainovain grew up, actually, in the company of a caravan, where he lived as a gypsy with his elven parents and friends. His father, Hiluin Dringol, was the one who tempted Triwathion's mother, a mortal, Silivinu Han, to join him and his band of gypsy elves on their merry journey around Middle-Earth. Shortly after, around a year, Hiluin and Silivinu were wed, and not long after that, Silivinu gave birth to their only child, Triwathion. Because of his being the only child, the two gave him the second, or middle, name of Bainovain (meaning "Beautiful of beautiful") because he brought them such joy, and happiness.
Before Triwathion was even the age of ten, he became a street performer, just like his parents, and would perform on a harp made by his father around the campfires at night, and lull the others to sleep with soft, soothing tunes. Every night, the caravan's storyteller, Brethilior, would teach Triwathion to read and write, and soon the young elfling began to write his own poetry, stories, and started a journal.
Even at age fourteen he began to show signs of growing up to be an excessively handsome young man. He allowed his hair to grow out long enough to be tied back in a short ponytail, and his eyes had deepened over his years from a pale, greenish-blue, to a deep, rich turqoise; his figure began to fill out, and he kept in condition by playing games with the horses, with the elder children of the caravan, and swordplay with his father. (They would often sparr after dinner.)
When he was eighteen, at his coming of age, Triwathion began to work for small pocket money. He would take the weapons of the group into whatever town they were closest to, and get them cleaned and taken care of, or he would take care of a few horses and file down their hooves when they grew too long - perhaps even replace a thrown shoe. Whatever odd job he was given, Triwathion would somehow make it look as if it were the simplest thing he could possibly be doing.
At seventeen, he began to attract much attention from the young females he would encounter, with his good looks, charm, and exciting background of being a "mysterious young gypsy". He would entertain them by reading their palms, tarot cards, or doing small magic tricks, and whatever he did, he would leave them all with smiles on their faces, and they would say such things, as he seemed to be out of earshot, as "what an adorable young man," or "why must he leave?" And every time he would laugh to himself, not really seeing in himself what others did.
Now, at age nineteen, he still entertains among large or small crowds, and enjoys putting smiles on the faces of others, be it with a harp, palm-readings, clever tricks, or magic.
Meaning/Pronounciation: Triwath (Try-waath/treewaath?) = slender shadow, -ion = masculine name ending, Bainovain (bey-no-vehyn) = beautiful of beautiful
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf.
Profession: He travels with a caravan, working as a gypsy and street performer.
Weapons: A simple longsword, given to him by Brethilior, the storyteller of the group.
Creature Companions: The many large, draft horses that pull the carts of the caravan. One in particular - a gypsy vanner mare, named Folly.
Special Abilities: Slight of hand, a few simple magic tricks, the playing of a harp, and, oddly enough, juggling.
Likes: Merriment, music, poetry, writing, reading, sketching, and horses. Also, he somehow has a strange fascination in people; how they act, react, or anything else.
Dislikes: Gloomy dispositions, arrogance, and pointless fighting, unlike his sparrs, with cousins, his father or anyone else, that involve skill and have a point, unfriendliness, and loud noises.
Appearance: As his name suggests ("slender shadow"), Triwathion is a tall, slender, and graceful man. His eyes are a deep, expressive turquoise, and his dark hair reaches just above the middle of his back. His skin is neither tan nor pale, and his body is between built and lean - toned, if you will. He almost always has a smile on his face, though it is neither too broad nor to saddened: content. He wears clothes of rather plain colors - odd to some, for he is pleasing to the eye and would most likely be expected to wear rich clothes, studded with jewels and other treasures, but he chooses not to emphasize on his looks, and instead wears plain clothes - most days a simple white shirt tucked in to a pair of his father's old trousers, a vest overlapping it, and a pair of boots, with the only accent of turqoise being a true turqoise pendant on a silver chain, bought for him by his parents on his eighteenth birthday.
History: Triwathion Bainovain grew up, actually, in the company of a caravan, where he lived as a gypsy with his elven parents and friends. His father, Hiluin Dringol, was the one who tempted Triwathion's mother, a mortal, Silivinu Han, to join him and his band of gypsy elves on their merry journey around Middle-Earth. Shortly after, around a year, Hiluin and Silivinu were wed, and not long after that, Silivinu gave birth to their only child, Triwathion. Because of his being the only child, the two gave him the second, or middle, name of Bainovain (meaning "Beautiful of beautiful") because he brought them such joy, and happiness.
Before Triwathion was even the age of ten, he became a street performer, just like his parents, and would perform on a harp made by his father around the campfires at night, and lull the others to sleep with soft, soothing tunes. Every night, the caravan's storyteller, Brethilior, would teach Triwathion to read and write, and soon the young elfling began to write his own poetry, stories, and started a journal.
Even at age fourteen he began to show signs of growing up to be an excessively handsome young man. He allowed his hair to grow out long enough to be tied back in a short ponytail, and his eyes had deepened over his years from a pale, greenish-blue, to a deep, rich turqoise; his figure began to fill out, and he kept in condition by playing games with the horses, with the elder children of the caravan, and swordplay with his father. (They would often sparr after dinner.)
When he was eighteen, at his coming of age, Triwathion began to work for small pocket money. He would take the weapons of the group into whatever town they were closest to, and get them cleaned and taken care of, or he would take care of a few horses and file down their hooves when they grew too long - perhaps even replace a thrown shoe. Whatever odd job he was given, Triwathion would somehow make it look as if it were the simplest thing he could possibly be doing.
At seventeen, he began to attract much attention from the young females he would encounter, with his good looks, charm, and exciting background of being a "mysterious young gypsy". He would entertain them by reading their palms, tarot cards, or doing small magic tricks, and whatever he did, he would leave them all with smiles on their faces, and they would say such things, as he seemed to be out of earshot, as "what an adorable young man," or "why must he leave?" And every time he would laugh to himself, not really seeing in himself what others did.
Now, at age nineteen, he still entertains among large or small crowds, and enjoys putting smiles on the faces of others, be it with a harp, palm-readings, clever tricks, or magic.