Post by The CraftMaster on Feb 12, 2011 1:09:48 GMT -8
Name- Kyreen
Age- 46
Gender- Male
Rank- /A/ Master Harper
Description- Kyreen is a tall man, who uses his height to his advantage. As tall as he is, he works hard to remain fit and able to do what he must. The results of this leave him well muscled and able to do what he must. He is about six feet and seven inches tall. His mouth is in a perpetual scowl, with light wrinkles coming in from is perpetual use of the facial expression. The Master Harper's green-gray eyes are more likely to be seen with looks of disapproval, annoyance, anger, and the occasional contempt. His eyes have never failed and are still exceptionally keen.
Kyreen's red hair is cut short to his head and is beginning to be flecked with gray hairs from his need for perfection, though just enough to look as if it where dusted with snow, or perhaps lightened a little. His hair is not only lightening, but also receding slightly as well. The farther back it goes, the shorter his hair will get. That way, when it goes entirely back he will already have no hair so no one will notice. His ears, one with a small piece missing along the top of the rim from a tunnel snake when he was a small lad, are exceptionally keen to notes and pitches, used best for tuning his instruments.
Personality- Master Harper Kyreen has never been a patient man, and still isn't to this day. An excellent teacher, though he may be, he has never put up with laziness in students, nor tolerated an inability to be prepared. Kyreen believes that if they're not willing to do their best, and try their hardest, he's not going to give them his time. Oh yes, he'll teach them all right but he will work them until they are good enough or do his best to send them packing.
He is a strict taskmaster but his students are a credit to the field. He is hard to forgive and to get back in his good graces requires a lot more than proving their improvement. As hard as he is to forgive, it is harder still to receive praise from this hard-hearted old codger. If he calls attention to you, of course in a good way, you deserve the rewards. Listen to the way he speaks some time and you will realize that his strictness caries also into the way he speaks. No shortened words will pass his lips, nor contracted words or "slang".
History- Kyreen was born into a mess of a life. His mother was less than respectable and he himself was unsure exactly who his father was. His mother could tell him no better as there had been to many men. After two years, his mother, Kyri, had had enough of the insults and took him to a new life in Great Cliffs Hold.
As early as two turns of age, he asked his mother, after she had accidentally let it slip, where they had lived before Great Cliffs Hold. She remained silent and refused to tell him. Each year of life to come, he would ask and receive no answer. When his next year of life came to pass, word leaked into the Hold and people spoke to him less. Soon, any words to him where insults, and he soon learned to show no emotion.
But you see to show no emotion as a child that young, caused him inner turmoil and Kyreen soon was overwhelmed. As he didn't quite understand all he registered was the other mothers calling Kyri a mess, he assumed he was as well. As young children so agreeably do, then he became obsessed with everything in it's place and right on time. His room never had a speck of dirt, nor his clothes a tear or wrinkle.
Kyri never understood it, why her son pulled away form the children and appeared to grow up so fast. The neatness he kept in his life worried her, but he seemed to be ok. She decided to let him live as he would. As again, she was with many men and when Kyreen was ten, she became with child.
The taunting became worse, and eventually turned into being shunned. Mother's turned their children from him, much less the actions toward his mother, and no one spoke to him, not even the servants. Kyreen dived more deeply into his life of perfection, spending time in the archives, and eventually learning to speak with out strain from people or times. His grammar was stranger still when in comparison with the accent of the Holders.
After his sister was born she was named Kyra. The little baby girl was a happy, bubbly child and longed for people. As she grew, she never understood why people would not speak to her. Kyreen was sad but he managed to get the Headwoman to find a foster mother for her. She soon grew up and shunned her mother and brother as well. Kyreen and Kyri cried themselves dry at night but in their hearts, knew she was better off.
Soon after this, deep in thought, Kyreen was in the tunnels alone. He fell asleep, through the supper meal even, and woke late at night with a tunnel snake at his ear. He screamed and flung the lizard off of him and ran to his mother. They would not go to the Healers, for they assumed that the Healers would shun them as well and Kyri healed his ear the best she could. There is still a knick in it this day.
At twelve, his mother sent Kyreen off to the Harper Hall in hopes of a new life for him a well. He was accepted into the Hall, to her great pleasure. Though none knew of his family's disgrace, his coldness and assumption that all others meant ill, left him out and alone again. His scheduling came up again, greater than before, and he booked each moment of the day in his head. When his schedule was done each day, he never felt the need to schedule time for a girl. Thus he never had a girlfriend and still doesn't feel the need to.
His free time was not spent as many others with friends, as he had none, and thus he progressed in his studies faster than the other students did. He soon found himself a Journeyman by about 16 and he studied harder than before. He took example from his strict Master who required perfection from those who studied from him. Perfection took over his life but his instruments where hard to be faulted. His vocals were well enough for a Journeyman but not enough to carry on into a life of chorus.
Kyreen's Master watched him continually now, as when his 29th birthday rolled around, he decided that Kyreen was ready for his Mastership. The Master Harper sent Kyreen out into the wild instructing him to build a gitar, a great harp, and a set of pipes. When he would return with all of them built to perfection, with having to have made his own instruments, he would have the perfection of a Master Harper.
Kyreen went as he was told and first began to think. He knew this would be no simple task, and his Master had bid him not to return to the Hall until it was complete. He began around building a shelter. A nearby cave fit his need well. Fall was not due for a great time but still he began to work on a yard thick door. As he worked on the door, he filled in his new "house" and readied it for life. Soon, the cave was furnished and had a good supply of wood, water, food, and glows stored away. The door was soon finished and pushed into the opening of the cave, for lack of metal hinges.
As his home was now finished, he began preparations for his instruments. Kyreen fashioned his glue, after a few failed attempts, in different strengths and thickness. Soon he began finding slate and other layered rocks, which he broke until he had many sharp points. A few sharpening stones later, he had sharp knives, which he but needed to inlay in handles. The handles soon finished, Kyreen began work on the instruments.
Kyreen's first instruments where rudimentary but no piece of perfection. His next few attempts where little better, but each improved the work over time. As he fell into the routine of daily life. When he finally made his instruments to the perfection he felt they needed, Kyreen still felt they were incomplete. Gathering herbs and berries soon filled his days as well and soon after, making dyes from his collected herbs.
Kyreen dyed each instrument a bright color and veneered it beautifully. The finished instruments where loud and clear. But still, he was unready to return. Unsure of what he felt he needed to do, the Journeyman spent a year and a half filling his cave-home with the tools of his chosen trade and items enough to make many, many instruments.
As two years had now passed, he returned to the Harper Hall. His old Master was surprised to see him, as he'd assumed that Kyreen had given up and left. But still, the Master had not forgotten and Kyreen was settled in the Harper Hall nicely. He walked the tables soon after his return. The old Master and Kyreen then set about teaching students instrumental construction together.
Kyreen taught with his old Master for a turn more or so, but when he turned 36 he went off to a small hold, often unheard of. There he taught as a Harper for ten turns, wishing to get experience teaching to people that did not live for music as many had the Harper Hall had. After his ten turns where through, he made his way back to the Harper Hall which was once again in need of Master Harpers and he was more than willing to oblige.
Pets- Kyreen has no pets and has never had any. In his words they are "pointless, greedy, unintelligent wastes of time", which also included his feelings that if they cannot cooperate with time, they weren't worth his time. Kyreen knows of many people who have had tamed tunnel snakes at one point or other, but tends to be biased towards their owners and more than spiteful to the snakes themselves after his childhood incident.
Age- 46
Gender- Male
Rank- /A/ Master Harper
Description- Kyreen is a tall man, who uses his height to his advantage. As tall as he is, he works hard to remain fit and able to do what he must. The results of this leave him well muscled and able to do what he must. He is about six feet and seven inches tall. His mouth is in a perpetual scowl, with light wrinkles coming in from is perpetual use of the facial expression. The Master Harper's green-gray eyes are more likely to be seen with looks of disapproval, annoyance, anger, and the occasional contempt. His eyes have never failed and are still exceptionally keen.
Kyreen's red hair is cut short to his head and is beginning to be flecked with gray hairs from his need for perfection, though just enough to look as if it where dusted with snow, or perhaps lightened a little. His hair is not only lightening, but also receding slightly as well. The farther back it goes, the shorter his hair will get. That way, when it goes entirely back he will already have no hair so no one will notice. His ears, one with a small piece missing along the top of the rim from a tunnel snake when he was a small lad, are exceptionally keen to notes and pitches, used best for tuning his instruments.
Personality- Master Harper Kyreen has never been a patient man, and still isn't to this day. An excellent teacher, though he may be, he has never put up with laziness in students, nor tolerated an inability to be prepared. Kyreen believes that if they're not willing to do their best, and try their hardest, he's not going to give them his time. Oh yes, he'll teach them all right but he will work them until they are good enough or do his best to send them packing.
He is a strict taskmaster but his students are a credit to the field. He is hard to forgive and to get back in his good graces requires a lot more than proving their improvement. As hard as he is to forgive, it is harder still to receive praise from this hard-hearted old codger. If he calls attention to you, of course in a good way, you deserve the rewards. Listen to the way he speaks some time and you will realize that his strictness caries also into the way he speaks. No shortened words will pass his lips, nor contracted words or "slang".
History- Kyreen was born into a mess of a life. His mother was less than respectable and he himself was unsure exactly who his father was. His mother could tell him no better as there had been to many men. After two years, his mother, Kyri, had had enough of the insults and took him to a new life in Great Cliffs Hold.
As early as two turns of age, he asked his mother, after she had accidentally let it slip, where they had lived before Great Cliffs Hold. She remained silent and refused to tell him. Each year of life to come, he would ask and receive no answer. When his next year of life came to pass, word leaked into the Hold and people spoke to him less. Soon, any words to him where insults, and he soon learned to show no emotion.
But you see to show no emotion as a child that young, caused him inner turmoil and Kyreen soon was overwhelmed. As he didn't quite understand all he registered was the other mothers calling Kyri a mess, he assumed he was as well. As young children so agreeably do, then he became obsessed with everything in it's place and right on time. His room never had a speck of dirt, nor his clothes a tear or wrinkle.
Kyri never understood it, why her son pulled away form the children and appeared to grow up so fast. The neatness he kept in his life worried her, but he seemed to be ok. She decided to let him live as he would. As again, she was with many men and when Kyreen was ten, she became with child.
The taunting became worse, and eventually turned into being shunned. Mother's turned their children from him, much less the actions toward his mother, and no one spoke to him, not even the servants. Kyreen dived more deeply into his life of perfection, spending time in the archives, and eventually learning to speak with out strain from people or times. His grammar was stranger still when in comparison with the accent of the Holders.
After his sister was born she was named Kyra. The little baby girl was a happy, bubbly child and longed for people. As she grew, she never understood why people would not speak to her. Kyreen was sad but he managed to get the Headwoman to find a foster mother for her. She soon grew up and shunned her mother and brother as well. Kyreen and Kyri cried themselves dry at night but in their hearts, knew she was better off.
Soon after this, deep in thought, Kyreen was in the tunnels alone. He fell asleep, through the supper meal even, and woke late at night with a tunnel snake at his ear. He screamed and flung the lizard off of him and ran to his mother. They would not go to the Healers, for they assumed that the Healers would shun them as well and Kyri healed his ear the best she could. There is still a knick in it this day.
At twelve, his mother sent Kyreen off to the Harper Hall in hopes of a new life for him a well. He was accepted into the Hall, to her great pleasure. Though none knew of his family's disgrace, his coldness and assumption that all others meant ill, left him out and alone again. His scheduling came up again, greater than before, and he booked each moment of the day in his head. When his schedule was done each day, he never felt the need to schedule time for a girl. Thus he never had a girlfriend and still doesn't feel the need to.
His free time was not spent as many others with friends, as he had none, and thus he progressed in his studies faster than the other students did. He soon found himself a Journeyman by about 16 and he studied harder than before. He took example from his strict Master who required perfection from those who studied from him. Perfection took over his life but his instruments where hard to be faulted. His vocals were well enough for a Journeyman but not enough to carry on into a life of chorus.
Kyreen's Master watched him continually now, as when his 29th birthday rolled around, he decided that Kyreen was ready for his Mastership. The Master Harper sent Kyreen out into the wild instructing him to build a gitar, a great harp, and a set of pipes. When he would return with all of them built to perfection, with having to have made his own instruments, he would have the perfection of a Master Harper.
Kyreen went as he was told and first began to think. He knew this would be no simple task, and his Master had bid him not to return to the Hall until it was complete. He began around building a shelter. A nearby cave fit his need well. Fall was not due for a great time but still he began to work on a yard thick door. As he worked on the door, he filled in his new "house" and readied it for life. Soon, the cave was furnished and had a good supply of wood, water, food, and glows stored away. The door was soon finished and pushed into the opening of the cave, for lack of metal hinges.
As his home was now finished, he began preparations for his instruments. Kyreen fashioned his glue, after a few failed attempts, in different strengths and thickness. Soon he began finding slate and other layered rocks, which he broke until he had many sharp points. A few sharpening stones later, he had sharp knives, which he but needed to inlay in handles. The handles soon finished, Kyreen began work on the instruments.
Kyreen's first instruments where rudimentary but no piece of perfection. His next few attempts where little better, but each improved the work over time. As he fell into the routine of daily life. When he finally made his instruments to the perfection he felt they needed, Kyreen still felt they were incomplete. Gathering herbs and berries soon filled his days as well and soon after, making dyes from his collected herbs.
Kyreen dyed each instrument a bright color and veneered it beautifully. The finished instruments where loud and clear. But still, he was unready to return. Unsure of what he felt he needed to do, the Journeyman spent a year and a half filling his cave-home with the tools of his chosen trade and items enough to make many, many instruments.
As two years had now passed, he returned to the Harper Hall. His old Master was surprised to see him, as he'd assumed that Kyreen had given up and left. But still, the Master had not forgotten and Kyreen was settled in the Harper Hall nicely. He walked the tables soon after his return. The old Master and Kyreen then set about teaching students instrumental construction together.
Kyreen taught with his old Master for a turn more or so, but when he turned 36 he went off to a small hold, often unheard of. There he taught as a Harper for ten turns, wishing to get experience teaching to people that did not live for music as many had the Harper Hall had. After his ten turns where through, he made his way back to the Harper Hall which was once again in need of Master Harpers and he was more than willing to oblige.
Pets- Kyreen has no pets and has never had any. In his words they are "pointless, greedy, unintelligent wastes of time", which also included his feelings that if they cannot cooperate with time, they weren't worth his time. Kyreen knows of many people who have had tamed tunnel snakes at one point or other, but tends to be biased towards their owners and more than spiteful to the snakes themselves after his childhood incident.
Thanks Rascal!