charloft: Monday & Tuesday | Hands & Feet, 2 + 2
HANDS
1. What size are your characters hands?
-Nolan has larger hands than Kerris with squarish nails, Kerris' are more slender and graceful looking with more oval shaped nails that are well taken care of.
2. How are his fingers comparatively to the rest of the hand?
-Nolan's fingers are on the stubby side but are not fat. Kerris' are longer and slightly bony.
3. Does he wear any rings? Wristwatches or bracelets?
-Nolan wears his grandfather's ring given to him by his father on his left forefinger. Kerris doesn't wear jewelry.
4. What would a palmistry reading say about your character? Would he/she believe it?
-Don't know enough to tell
5. Does he wear gloves? In the winter, or for fashion? What kind?
-Nolan's gloves are black leather as part of what he is required to wear, they are well-made but simple with no decorations. Kerris doesn't need gloves to keep his hands warm.
6. Is the character right or left handed? Ambidextrous? Does he/she do some things with one hand, and others with the other?
-Both are right-handed, though Kerris is able to control his gift with both hands
7. How is his penmanship?
-Nolan: scratchy, and slanted to the right, can be made legible if it's important. Kerris: is very academic and has neat, precise handwriting.
8. Does he have any hand or wrist problems? (warts, liver spots, carpal tunnel syndrome, arthritis)
-None.
FEET
1. What size are your character's feet?
-Nolan: size 10, Kerris: size 9 even though there's no standard shoe sizes in their world :D
2. Does he tend to wear shoes that are uncomfortable for the sake of fashion?
-Nolan is way more likely to do so than Kerris, who is practical.
3. Does he have any foot problems?
-None
4. Does he tend to wear shoes in the house, or go barefoot?
-Both are more likely to go barefoot outside than in a house and will wear house shoes
5. What sorts of shoes does he own? Is there a shoe collection going on, or are they for utility only?
-They both have sturdy boots as part of what they are required to wear but neither have more than 5 pairs of other types shoes each
6. What type of socks does he favor?
-Wool in winter, cotton otherwise
Today, share with us two instances in your life where things failed to add up-- whether as literal as your checkbook refusing to balance, or as metaphorical the moment when you realized s/he was cheating on you.
It was ten minutes to midnight and Nolan was staring at the ceiling of his dorm. He knew he should have tried to get a little sleep before it all started but he was too anxious. Any minute now he would start to feel the faint tingling in his fingers and toes and, maybe an hour or so later, he would begin the transformation into becoming Gifted.
He had been waiting for as long a he could remember for this night, the night when he would become a healer like his mother, his grandmother before her and his great-grandfather before that and generations even farther back until their family had begun keeping their records.
He'd spent hours imagining what his proving ceremony would be like; stepping into the hall wearing the cheerful yellow healing robes with Kerris proudly at his side as his Guardian, proudly displaying his new tattoos and beginning to let his hair grow long. He'd already started on that step in preparation. He even wondered what sort of illness he would be healing and who his mentor would be.
He let his mind wander in anticipation yet again, waiting for the deep chimes of the tower that would mark the morning of his sixteenth birthday and the start of the rest of his life.
He must have fallen asleep before the chimes because, the next thing Nolan knew, he was waking up to a bright morning and felt exactly the same as he had the day before.
He pulled a pillow over his head and laid in bed for the rest of the day, not wanting to deal with his own disappointment.
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Six months later, Nolan was shaken roughly from sleep by a scared looking Kerris.
Nolan sat up quickly. "What's happened?" he asked, alarmed.
Kerris sank down slowly onto Nolan's bed staring at his hands for a moment before whispering, "my fingers are tingling."
The implication caused a quick flash of heat to course through Nolan making him momentarily unable to speak.
Kerris finally looked up at him, "I want you to be my Guardian."
Nolan nodded distantly. "Of course," he managed to saw, his mouth dry. He barely registered the small voice inside of him that said it was supposed to be me.