Post by Royal on May 2, 2010 12:24:29 GMT -5
Name
Taran Aidan(Middle Name) Chad
Nicknames Can Be…
Clay, Tar, Chad, Blue-Boy
Meaning
“Handsome Warrior of the Earth”
Age
32 (6 year cryosleep included)
Secret Word
PMed
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
Human
Occupation
Pandora Researcher; Biologist; Avatar Driver; Translator (Na’Vi/English); Artist and Documenter
Human Physical Description
At first glance, Taran seems average, however, once you get a closer look, he’s a bit more than average – handsome maybe in some minds, but others, a bit better than average. Taran doesn’t care what he is though – he thinks of everyone but himself. He is short for a man, only being a height of five foot nine and a half inches, and to top that, shorter than his own father and only being taller than his mother by half an inch. His hair, a crisp, oily black flows wildly down to an inch before his shoulders. The end of his hair at his shoulders curls upwards – similar to the shade of a curling tidal wave. Some of his hair also falls over his forehead and over his eyes and sometimes gives off this golden brown hue when standing in the sun. When the moon is overhead, his jet black hair either shines with an unusual violet shade or a brightly tinted silver.
His others features include his very pale skin, yet, because of his mother’s Persian decent, has a light shade of ivory skin that blended together with his creamy skin. He usually has a darker shade of ivory skin underneath his eyes and down the sides of his nose – might show he is tired, however Taran is usually never tired. The shade creeps up to his hairline and has almost a clayish appearance. His skin had given him his name when he was born – ‘Taran’ which means ‘Earth’. ‘Chad’ was his father’s last name and was given to Taran, and it means ‘warrior’. ‘Aidan’ was given by his mother and it means ‘handsome’.
His eyes are also one of his many unique features – they are very light shade of cerulean with dark cyan shades around his iris that bleeds together with the light cerulean. Around his pupil is the lightest shade of his eye – almost described as an ‘icy white’. They can occasionally change color that depict his mood, but most times stay the same color. Taran does not wear glasses or contacts – he has better than perfect vision.
Under the massive bundle of clothing he wears, Taran remains a man in very good shape. He does not look like a full-on muscle man, but if you saw him, you’d understand why he looks like this. As the son of an old, laid-of RDA officer he ended up working a lot and allowed himself to build up muscle along his arms, legs, and abdomen.
Having grown up in the southern part of the United States – Louisiana – Taran had gained a slight accent. He, however, does say things like coffee as ‘kawfee’ like people would say up north. He rushes when he speaks a lot and blends words together to form new ones; however, most people can still understand what he says. He sometimes doesn’t pronounce the ‘t’ in some words, such as ‘don’t’. He would say it as ‘doan’.
Avatar Physical Description
Just like an average Avatar, or Na’Vi, Taran’s Avatar stands at ten feet tall, the tallest a Na’Vi can be with a slender body and with its shoulders forming what looks like an upside-down ‘V’. His head is only a bit smaller but his cheek bones are broader giving the Avatar the usual, cat-like, protruded snout. The Avatar’s facial structure resembles Taran more than a Na’Vi. His eyes are smaller than a normal Avatar’s and his nose isn’t as wide. The Avatar, however, doesn’t have Taran’s usual stubble along his chin – only his eyebrows. The violet-black hair is still wild like Taran’s and usually falls over his face. The Avatar has, also, the usual cyan-blue tinted skin, but with lighter colors on his chin, under his eyes, on the front of his neck, underneath his arms, and over his chest. The irises are not as wide but they are the usual yellowish color – however, his are a bit livelier and brighter – a hawk yellow. The Avatar has fainter stripes along its body and not as many stripes as what you find on an Avatar or Na’Vi.
The Avatar, like a usual human hybrid, has five fingers and five toes. Taran’s Avatar, however, has a tail that’s a quarter of an inch longer than a usual Avatar’s. The bioluminescent ‘dots’ on his face form along his forehead, leaving new diamond-like patterns, the smaller pattern in the space between his eyes and the second, larger pattern in the middle of his forehead. The ‘dots’ also spread out underneath his eyes where the pattern stops at the end of his eyebrows. He has one trail of ‘dots’ down his nose and several on his pinkish nose as well as several clustered about on the right side of his chin. Two patterns move from his lips to the edges of his ears.
Personality
Taran is more of a thinker than a speaker. He keeps to himself most time, isolating himself from groups and huddling alone in the corner of a room with his sketchpad to sketch down what he thought Earth would have been like if humans didn’t destroy it for their needs. Taran loves nature, even the very little of it that remains on Earth. When he can and when he can afford it, he travels to the local zoos and brings along his sketchpad and would draw out each animal he saw until the workers kicked him out. His father looked down upon this – his father never liked nature – him being an older RDA officer that was laid off after the war between the Pandora inhabitants and the RDA. He wanted Taran to become a part of the RDA, which was why he was named ‘Taran Chad’ – it means ‘Warrior of the Earth’. However, Taran always had different intentions.
Taran was nicknamed ‘Blue-Boy’ just because of his obsession with Pandora and the Na’Vi. He knows most of the dates by name and hates the RDA for what they tried to do to that planet – haven’t they already done enough to this planet? Why would they go harm another? Taran always keeps to himself but he sometimes does speak his mind, not too often because he think if he did, he would get in a crap-load of trouble.
Taran overloads himself with research, usually always on old Earth and on Pandora. He wants to find a way to bring old Earth back so the world and people wouldn’t be dying, quite literally, in the current economy. Maybe even go to Pandora to study a way to bring that life to Earth…
Unlike what most people think of him – selfish, obsessed, unable-to-persuade, Taran is the absolute opposite. If you took time to know, and I mean really know him, you’d realize he wasn’t the man people accused him as. He is a down-to-earth, selfless, yet private guy. He would only show his true feelings to others if they get why he is acting they way he is.
However, Taran does have a different side. For years he loathed his father for trying to ruin his path. Taran loved Pandora, the Na’Vi, and the plants and animals on Earth while his father, a laid-off RDA official hated the Na’Vi, their planet, and all the creatures on Earth, except humans. Their completely opposite lives conflicted and ended in a broken relationship where each loathed the other.
Talents
Na’Vi/English Speaker: For years, due to his obsession with the Na’Vi and with Pandora, Taran studied the Na’Vi language and taught himself. He isn’t quite fluent in it, but considering he had taught himself, he finds himself thinking he can be good and can translate. He studied a lot of it in college, being one of only five kids in the Interstellar Relationships class and being able to have much of the teacher’s free time to study with him. He does have a rich accent when he speaks in Na’Vi like he speaks in English.
Artist: Since he was just a child Taran loved to sketch and draw using all sorts of mediums. His mother, and artist herself, encouraged him to do so. He always grew up sketching different animals and his talent over the years grew increasingly better and better. His favorite medium to bring around is his old, coppered-paper sketchbook, his ink pens, and his mechanical pencils.
Military Training: This was something Taran didn’t wish for – he was forced to do it. His father had forced him to go into military training for several months where he learned how to protect himself in dangerous situations, to camouflage himself in surroundings, how to use specific human weapons, and to drive a helicopter. However, Taran only uses the first two; how to protect himself in dangerous situations, and how to camouflage oneself in surroundings most times because of his hatred for what his father made him go through.
Quick Decisions (don’t know if this could be considered a talent or not): Over the past few years Taran acquired this talent for ‘quick decisions’. He makes decisions what he wants – to avoid something all together, maybe to get someone’s attention, maybe save someone’s butt – it doesn’t matter. A lot of the times, it’s more like Taran doesn’t think – he just does it.
History
Taran was born April 22nd, 2154 in a Louisiana hospital to his mother and absent father. He was named ‘Taran Aidan Chad’, ‘Aidan’ being his mother’s only choice. His father and mother had agreed that their first son would be named Taran after the Earth. But what was there to name him after – really? A dying planet that was being killed by its own inhabitants? But, yet, he got the name Taran.
His mother raised him for the next six years by herself, teaching him about the RDA and about Pandora. She also taught him how to sketch and draw. Over the course of those six years, Taran’s mother always took him to a local zoo when she could afford it. Taran loved the animals and the plants that were in captivity, but he never understood why that was. He had found out from his uncle, a military officer. His Uncle Jon had told him that the habitats of the creatures were destroyed but he never mentioned who did it. Taran, even at a young age, wanted to make his goal in life to help recreate these habitats so those animals can live wild and free once again.
The year was 2160 when Taran’s father came back to Earth. Taran never knew his father before that except for several photos his mother kept around. When he finally met him, his whole view on his family, on the Earth, and on Pandora changed. His father cast away any hopes he had to go to zoos – his father said those animals weren’t important anymore – drawing wasn’t important too, so he threw away every medium of art Taran’s mom had gotten for him. The books on Pandora were also thrown out because of Taran’s father’s new hatred for the planet, Jake Sully, and the Na’Vi. He had lost his job and the income that helped keep his father a little over middle-class. But with the falling economy and with the fail of RDA’s mission on Pandora, everything worsened.
Taran found himself at his Uncle Jon’s house a lot, for weeks at a time, studying and doing school work. It was hard for him because everyone put so much responsibility on him as a little kid. And not just that – Uncle Jon tested and trained Taran with small military exercises on request of his dad. That was a lot to put on a six to eight year-old, isn’t it? Uncle Jon and Taran’s father didn’t think so.
When Taran turned twelve, he began to attend middle school, being the youngest in his grade but he didn’t seem to care a little bit about it. He aced every subject and always requested environmental classes and art classes – Biology and Art Studio were his favorite because of the mass information they had of the old world and just how he could imagine everything in his head as this lush, green planet with beautiful blue skies. But the real thing was a gray planet with black skies, polluted with chemicals for the humans’ own selfish gain. Taran, however, kept his thoughts alive. He could help this world if he put his mind to it. Let’s just say he wasn’t the most popular kid in school and he liked the way and ‘rank’ he had in school for peculiar reasons.
As he grew older, Taran started to build different things from wood and different materials (since lumber was short then) and started to go buy books and different materials on Pandora. He hid them away in these things he built and hid them away in secret places in his spacious room, in hope his father wouldn’t find them. The first book he read was named “The Na’Vi” by “Dr. Grace Augustine” and it was the first book and accounts from Pandora, written a few years before 2154. Over those years, Taran began to teach himself the language of the Na’Vi.
However, when Taran became eighteen, his father enlisted him to go to the military for six months because of his expectations for his son. Taran didn’t complain, only loathed his dad inside. He went to the training for two months before he finally snapped and returned to his father. He and his father got into a fight, Taran shouting and saying he never cared for the military, or for RDA. He never cared for his father! He loved biology, the plants and animals, Pandora, and the Na’Vi. His father got into a fight with his son and both ended up becoming bloodied and emotionally broken for their already destroyed relationship.
At that time, Taran packed up all his belongings and set off on his own for he had a full ride to a local college for Biology, Environmental Science, and Interstellar Relationships which he told neither his parents about. His mother only knew that because of her husband that Taran would never see her again. Taran’s father was disappointed and angered at his only son for Taran had thrown away his high expectations for him and all the money he spent on him. But Taran never looked back after making that decision of moving out…
For six years Taran studied the Biology of Earth and Environmental Science a lot, but more on Interstellar Relationships. The class had focused more the Na’Vi and Pandora than anything else and there weren’t many kids in the class – hardly any. Taran was only one of five that took the class. Taran learned more about the ways the Na’Vi lived, what they hunted, their weapons, their animals, and their language. It made his dream to go to Pandora grow more and more.
When he was twenty-four, in the middle of one his Interstellar Relationship classes, a few government officials came to talk to Taran, offering him a spot to go to Pandora to study. They explained he would be granted an Avatar for the trip. For the next two years, tests were done to make sure Taran’s growing Avatar’s nerves system and Taran’s nerves system were intact. After many, many tests, he was ready to go to Pandora. He told the officials to not tell his family because he knew his father, somehow, would hunt him down and kill him because of his decisions to go to the planet his father hated.
At age twenty-six, he went aboard one of the ships and was put into cryosleep for the next six years for the trip to Pandora. Finally, when he awoke, it didn’t seem like six years at all, but when he saw the moon Pandora, he knew he was far away from his old home. His talents and all his research has brought him to this and finally he was ready to live out his dream.
RP Sample
He felt the wind whistle through the braids in his violet-black hair and his hands, shaded a blue-cyan with long, jagged stripes the color of dark cobalt blue had long, purple and green antennae twirled around them like reins of a horse. Except, what he was riding was not a horse – it was a mighty Ikran. Not just an Ikran… his Ikran. Lor’Unil. The Beautiful Dream. The main color on its body was a dark cobalt blue, like the color of Taran’s stripes. Long, purple and green patterns stretched out across Lor’Unil’s body as well as the red, shark-fin-like structure on its chin. It would have beautiful if he were flying for the fun of it, but no, it wasn’t for fun. There was someone here… someone Taran hated for a long time, and he was going to destroy the one thing that Taran loved the most – Pandora.
He pulled back his teeth and his nose wrinkled as he let out an animalistic hiss. His ears flicked back as his Ikran let out an answering roar before folding its four wings and diving down. It swooped with ease through the trees until Taran could see one lone shape standing on the ground.
“Atxkxe!” Taran hissed to Lor’Unil as he recognized that one shape. His Ikran roared in reply and swooped down, landing on a large log which had broken free from the ground. With a swift, inhuman motion, Taran jumped off of his Ikran and faced the shape, pulling back his teeth in a hiss. His tail whipped behind him as he stood straight up and faced the dark shape. “Father.”
“Taran,” the shape began, anger tainting its voice. “You disgrace.”
Taran pulled back his lips again and his ears flicked back to lay flat against his dark hair. “I’m the disgrace? You were the one who couldn’t work. You were the one that couldn’t keep me as you wanted me. You are the disgrace!” he snarled.
The shape stepped forward into the sunlight, revealing the face of his human father, except blood tainted his face in a pattern from his chin to his forehead. He somehow recognized the pattern of blood on his father’s face. It was when Taran had fought with his father when he had told him of his decision. This scene, right here and now, was like that. A fight.
His father’s expression wasn’t angry though – there was a hint of sadness on his face. “I didn’t make your mother die,” he spoke.
Taran’s eyes narrowed and his tail flicked. His ears snapped forward. “What?”
“Your mother is dead.” Taran’s father spoke. “When she found out what happened to you, she had a heart attack. She passed away.”
Taran’s golden gaze dropped from his father to the ground. “No.”
“Yes. I told her you were dead.”
Taran looked up. “I’m not dead.”
“Once you sided with the Na’Vi and came here, you were dead to both of us,” his father hissed.
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Blue eyes shot open and Taran was looking up at the gray ceiling of his dorm in one of the buildings the humans built on Pandora. He looked around. Was that little meeting with his father real? No, it couldn’t be. He didn’t have an Ikran. He wasn’t a Na’Vi. His father wasn’t on Pandora. None of it was true – but how could it feel so real..?
