Post by neekolas on Feb 19, 2011 2:51:01 GMT -6
Name: Samuel
Nicknames: Sam, Samuel, Five, 'Il Middlin', Fisher
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Searchable
Family:
Father- Samuel, "One, Pops" (52)
Mother- Amelia (50)
Brother- Samuel, "Two, 'Iggy" (32)
Brother- Samuel, "Three, 'Iggy Middlin'" (27)
Brother- Samuel, "Four, Middlin' Middlin'" (23)
Sister- Samelia (15)
Brother: Samuel, "Six, 'Il" (8)
Dragon or Wher:
Pets: Brouhan the Rot - loyal companion and member of the Fisha Dohgs line.
Appearance: Like all the males in his family, and more than a few of the women, Samuel is, physically, almost obnoxiously and stereotypically “manly”. Barrel-chested from a life of labor and hairy from (the Fishers claim) a diet of Surf and Spice (seafood and peppers). He’s actually fairly short, at just 5’7”, but a fit 165 pounds. His face is almost entirely obscured by a rough stubble and set of large mutton chops, but his black hair is kept short. His brown eyes typically have dark bags under them, but they are always bright and attentive, and a small smile is never far from his face (and is often threatening to break into a wide grin). His hands and feet are calloused from a lifetime of labor and a staunch stance against footwear, and his dress is minimal. Minimal along the lines of white cloth pants, going from tighter at the waist to wide at the knees (the cloth ending just past them) and made more secure at the waist by a bit of rope. Aside from the ends of the pants, by the knee, being dyed a deep blue, his clothing (such as it is) is largely unornamented. Life working the seas and beaches have left him with a fairly dark skin tone.
Basic Personality: The phrase “Fisher is a strange fellow” has very few times where it doesn’t apply. Namely in the case where the Fisher in question is a woman, in which case you just have your genders confused and should get your eyes checked maybe. It’s a family of backwoods nuts, and Samuel Jay-Four isn’t much of an exception. Or one at all, really. He’s affable, exuberant, gregarious, and has a signature manner of speaking that involves the ‘Fisha’ accent, a strange vocabulary, and a variety of hand gestures (he personally insists that the gestures are a language, and the fact that people don’t understand hand-talk is ridiculous). Eccentric and very curious, there are few things Samuel is willing to let lie. Despite all of these various traits pointing to an obscene lack of discipline, Samuel doesn’t take well to not having work to do. The Fisha Life is a life of fish and dohgs, labor and love. Can’t skimp on either of these things, just isn’t right.
Being raised as a Fisha also involves a degree of introspection along with the eccentric social aspects. Members of the family are encouraged to take periodic, multi-day retreats into the river or sea on a small boat with their dohg to reflect on whatever needs reflecting on, preferably a few things that don’t as well. They are also encouraged to return with fish. Not returning with fish is glubbage.
Strengths
Faults
History: The Fisha Life isn’t something overly complicated, but it is unique. Cotholders on the north-eastern coast of the Southern Continent, they pay their tithes, such as they are, to the nearby Covehold, along with periodically traveling there to sell their fish and dohgs.
They spend their days fishing, raising their dohgs, and wrestling and place a great deal of pride in excelling at all of these things (Out of the three, outsiders tend to not appreciate the wrestling so much).
For Samuel Jr. Jr. Jr. Jr. himself, he was born into the center of a rather large section of the Fisher line (There are no less than five groups of semi-related Fisher families, each with their own unique eccentricities) and has had to deal with both his larger brothers, already with their own families, in his younger siblings, forced to be crafty by their smaller stature.
He took the various instances of bruised skin and ego in stride, as is the Fisher way. Sibling rivalry was not a big deal in this life, and he certainly gave as good as he got.
Life has been typically predictable. Go out, every day, check the nets and traps, gather any fish, reset the nets, harvest rockfish. Play with the dog, wrestle. Take a week or so to be by himself and his dohg on the sea every three months. A simple life of Labor and Love, the tenants of the Fisha Life.
Seventeen years later, and he still hasn’t grown tired of it. It’s all he’s known, aside from occasionally dealing with the bustle of the Cove Hold, and he finds it satisfactory.
Then again, a Fisher loves adventure. They typically find it on the seas, but its hard for them to resist no matter where it comes from.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character?
NPC or kill him off at your discretion, but don’t adopt him out.
Misc. Information:
-The interesting thing about having such a large family is that the bonds sort of weaken at the edges. When your entire community is, in some far-flung way or another, family, the concept of familial relations becomes sort of skewed.
This is what the Rots are for, dohgs selected from the raising kennels, come in. Each member of this particular family is given a companion dohg, fresh from a new litter, at the age of five. From this, they learn lessons about family. Caring for it, raising it. Often, the Rots are a Fisher’s first experience with the death of a loved one. The typical lifespan of a Rot is 12-14 years, with the great degree of care that they receive, and it is customary to not take on a new Rot until 15 years have passed since receiving the previous. It is very rare for a Fisher to have two Rots at the same time, and such a situation never lasts for long.
Nicknames: Sam, Samuel, Five, 'Il Middlin', Fisher
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Searchable
Family:
Father- Samuel, "One, Pops" (52)
Mother- Amelia (50)
Brother- Samuel, "Two, 'Iggy" (32)
Brother- Samuel, "Three, 'Iggy Middlin'" (27)
Brother- Samuel, "Four, Middlin' Middlin'" (23)
Sister- Samelia (15)
Brother: Samuel, "Six, 'Il" (8)
Dragon or Wher:
Pets: Brouhan the Rot - loyal companion and member of the Fisha Dohgs line.
Appearance: Like all the males in his family, and more than a few of the women, Samuel is, physically, almost obnoxiously and stereotypically “manly”. Barrel-chested from a life of labor and hairy from (the Fishers claim) a diet of Surf and Spice (seafood and peppers). He’s actually fairly short, at just 5’7”, but a fit 165 pounds. His face is almost entirely obscured by a rough stubble and set of large mutton chops, but his black hair is kept short. His brown eyes typically have dark bags under them, but they are always bright and attentive, and a small smile is never far from his face (and is often threatening to break into a wide grin). His hands and feet are calloused from a lifetime of labor and a staunch stance against footwear, and his dress is minimal. Minimal along the lines of white cloth pants, going from tighter at the waist to wide at the knees (the cloth ending just past them) and made more secure at the waist by a bit of rope. Aside from the ends of the pants, by the knee, being dyed a deep blue, his clothing (such as it is) is largely unornamented. Life working the seas and beaches have left him with a fairly dark skin tone.
Basic Personality: The phrase “Fisher is a strange fellow” has very few times where it doesn’t apply. Namely in the case where the Fisher in question is a woman, in which case you just have your genders confused and should get your eyes checked maybe. It’s a family of backwoods nuts, and Samuel Jay-Four isn’t much of an exception. Or one at all, really. He’s affable, exuberant, gregarious, and has a signature manner of speaking that involves the ‘Fisha’ accent, a strange vocabulary, and a variety of hand gestures (he personally insists that the gestures are a language, and the fact that people don’t understand hand-talk is ridiculous). Eccentric and very curious, there are few things Samuel is willing to let lie. Despite all of these various traits pointing to an obscene lack of discipline, Samuel doesn’t take well to not having work to do. The Fisha Life is a life of fish and dohgs, labor and love. Can’t skimp on either of these things, just isn’t right.
Being raised as a Fisha also involves a degree of introspection along with the eccentric social aspects. Members of the family are encouraged to take periodic, multi-day retreats into the river or sea on a small boat with their dohg to reflect on whatever needs reflecting on, preferably a few things that don’t as well. They are also encouraged to return with fish. Not returning with fish is glubbage.
Strengths
- Let’s Wrassle: Every Fisher wrestles every other Fisher every week. Its impossible to go a day without someone deciding its time to throw down. Samuel is an accomplished wrestler. If he wasn’t, he’d be dead. Death by little sister choke-hold, not the best way to go.
- Businessfolk: The Fishers don’t put much store on education, but they do know the meaning of good business. Without an understanding of letters and reading, the Fishers are taught to do math in their heads and to appraise foodstuffs. Samuel can’t read what the sign says these fish are worth, but he can tell you himself and how much you’d be paying by the pound after hefting a few.
- Hard-Working: The Fishers are fisherfolk, and they are no strangers to hard work and getting things done. Despite his eccentricities, Samuel never has trouble applying himself to whatever he’s doing.
- A Different Perspective: Fishers have a strange way of looking at things, and often do it from several angles at once. Sam has a strange way about going about things, and so far that hasn’t been a bad thing. Sometimes the unpossible just needs a significant dose of ridiculous to make it possible.
- So?: Fishers don’t have a great deal of preconceptions and don’t tend to really care about how people choose to live their lives. This gives them an excellent ability to interact with a variety of people from a variety of places without having their sensibilities offended.
- Bad Idea? Glub It: Fishers are hard to dissuade or discourage, and Samuel Jay-Four is no different. They react to inconveniences with a grin and an insistence that it is balderdash and won’t stop them again.
Faults
- Backwoods: Samuel's manners are nothing to really even
look at without getting angry. Living in a large, gregarious family of fisherfolk kind of inures you to things like “rude” and “what the hell are you doing in here, get out”. - Backerwoods: Samuel has never left his Fisher Family, and doesn’t know much about the world beyond aside from the folk who buy the fish. Customs, niceties. Man, he does not even- what?
- The Backestwoods: Samuel will complain, quite loudly, when he is forced to wear clothes that make him look like something other than garbage. Or even a shirt, really. He finds any excuse possible to be half-naked and people tend to not appreciate this.
- These, What Are These: Samuel can’t read. He’s not even entirely sure letters are a real thing as opposed to some sort of elaborate lie.
- No, Listen: While Fishers lack some of the more prejudicial preconceptions other people might possess, they have a variety of operational ones (like insisting there is a difference between dawgs and dohgs, or that drinking and wrestling are, at least, bi-weekly activities) and they get rather flustered when people seem to not understand them as incontrovertible fact.
- Bad Idea? GLUB IT: This does not just pertain to things that are difficult. If it is outright dumb, and Samuel wants to do it, guess what. He tries to do it. If he fails? He tries to do it again.
History: The Fisha Life isn’t something overly complicated, but it is unique. Cotholders on the north-eastern coast of the Southern Continent, they pay their tithes, such as they are, to the nearby Covehold, along with periodically traveling there to sell their fish and dohgs.
They spend their days fishing, raising their dohgs, and wrestling and place a great deal of pride in excelling at all of these things (Out of the three, outsiders tend to not appreciate the wrestling so much).
For Samuel Jr. Jr. Jr. Jr. himself, he was born into the center of a rather large section of the Fisher line (There are no less than five groups of semi-related Fisher families, each with their own unique eccentricities) and has had to deal with both his larger brothers, already with their own families, in his younger siblings, forced to be crafty by their smaller stature.
He took the various instances of bruised skin and ego in stride, as is the Fisher way. Sibling rivalry was not a big deal in this life, and he certainly gave as good as he got.
Life has been typically predictable. Go out, every day, check the nets and traps, gather any fish, reset the nets, harvest rockfish. Play with the dog, wrestle. Take a week or so to be by himself and his dohg on the sea every three months. A simple life of Labor and Love, the tenants of the Fisha Life.
Seventeen years later, and he still hasn’t grown tired of it. It’s all he’s known, aside from occasionally dealing with the bustle of the Cove Hold, and he finds it satisfactory.
Then again, a Fisher loves adventure. They typically find it on the seas, but its hard for them to resist no matter where it comes from.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character?
NPC or kill him off at your discretion, but don’t adopt him out.
Misc. Information:
-The interesting thing about having such a large family is that the bonds sort of weaken at the edges. When your entire community is, in some far-flung way or another, family, the concept of familial relations becomes sort of skewed.
This is what the Rots are for, dohgs selected from the raising kennels, come in. Each member of this particular family is given a companion dohg, fresh from a new litter, at the age of five. From this, they learn lessons about family. Caring for it, raising it. Often, the Rots are a Fisher’s first experience with the death of a loved one. The typical lifespan of a Rot is 12-14 years, with the great degree of care that they receive, and it is customary to not take on a new Rot until 15 years have passed since receiving the previous. It is very rare for a Fisher to have two Rots at the same time, and such a situation never lasts for long.