kalon name; rohan
personality;
100/100 wrote:Rohan is quite intimidating at first glance. Both physically, in the strength and size of his figure, and also somehow intangibly, in the gleam of his eyes and the way he carries himself. Some of the apprentices under his direction complain about his sternness, saying he is unduly rigid and remarking that he’d sooner drop dead than crack a smile (Not entirely true- he does smile, sometimes). Rohan has become jaded and hardened by his life experiences, as well as gifted at hiding his emotions. To bear witness to a rare break in his uncaring façade is a noteworthy experience.
fall palette;
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how do they feel about fall?;
500/500 wrote:Mixed, as far as his students were able to discern. That was the general verdict on Rohan.
The stern Guildmaster wasn’t exactly the sharing type, those under his direction had quickly learned. He was there to oversee and train the prospective applicants to the Guild of Carriers, and met most attempts at joviality or getting to know him with a solid silence. Not an angry one, per se- possibly he was merely stoic like that, though the elder kalon’s lined face and thick eyebrows, not to mention his towering figure, certainly made him seem as though such questions annoyed him.
And so it was left to his students’ vivid imaginations to figure out how their teacher might feel about this change of seasons. Careful observations and plenty of speculation (both joking and serious) took place almost perennially among the prospective Couriers. Rohan was an enigma seemingly impossible to unravel.
Some argued that he enjoyed fall- not for the superficial beauty of the leaves, but for the changing of the Guild’s ranks. After their summertime training, the apprentices were evaluated as the leaves started to turn; the unfit were sent home and those who succeeded were dispersed among the outposts of the Guild, ready to continue their learning and enjoy their full membership. Surely, proponents of this argument insisted, Rohan enjoyed being rid of his impertinent apprentices. Or perhaps, offered one who particularly disliked the stern adult, he liked the fact that the leaves were dying, that the earth was getting colder and ready to be wrapped in a shroud of snow.
Others argued that he disliked fall, for how could a stern solitary figure like Rohan enjoy a season where the focus turned to natural beauty and camaraderie? And indeed, during this bright season there was much fellowship between those accepted into the Guild, filling the outposts with light and laughter and good food. Rohan always remained separate from these revelries.
There was truth in both of these arguments- truth that Rohan liked being rid of some of the fools who applied for membership to the guild, truth that he’d rather not participate in the feasts and festivities that came with the fall season.
(He didn’t mind the beauty of the leaves and the chilling of the weather, either- though not because of any sadism, as that one outspoken student had claimed. Rohan merely disliked the heat.)
And then there were the truths that only Rohan knew, but didn’t care to express- the truth that he disliked fall because it was the end of his time of teaching for the year, the time when he had to part ways with many of the truly promising recruits. It wasn’t affection, exactly, that Rohan expressed to these favored few, so much as a stoic sort of pride, made known through a rare pat on the back, or the slightest curve of a rare smile. The thing Rohan enjoyed most about fall was watching the best, the most passionate, of his apprentices thrive.
