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Name: G'ran (formerly Goran)
Age: 20 Turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Ichta-sexual?
Craft: None.
Rank: Senior Weyrling
Location: High Reaches
Physical Description: Big; everything about the man seems to imply as much. From his towering height to his broad shoulders, to his strong limbs and large hands and feet, Goran is a physically intimidating man. The scowl he always wears on his face doesn’t help things much. Roughly cropped, dark brown hair is short enough that it doesn’t obscure his hazel eyes, but it always looks messy. More often than not, he cuts it himself with a knife, and is badly in need of a better ‘look’. His face is hard and angular, a strong, thick jaw often sporting unkempt stubble. He is actually missing one of his front teeth, but it’s hard to notice since he doesn’t talk much. Goran looks more like a man in his prime rather than a teenager, which helps to keep overly friendly people from trying to approach him. His clothes are often shoddy and too small, often bearing crudely-repaired holes and the occasional smear of dirt and other stains.

Personality: Silent, gruff, and with his actions sometimes bordering on cruel, Goran wants nothing to do with people and prefers to keep to himself. His physical appearance often pushes him into the stereotype of a bully, and he has molded his personality to seem that way in better hopes of driving others away from him. If a particularly determined individual continues to talk to him, he will often reply in monosyllabic answers or grunts, and one will usually grow fed up enough to leave him be. In truth, the man speaks very slowly, and most are fooled into believing he’s a few glows shy of a basket. This isn't a far stretch, considering his lack of education thanks to his family's poverty. Goran is surprisingly clever, and takes his time when it comes to answering people so he can supply the best answer possible.

He is quick to anger if people push him where he doesn't want to be pushed, and has been known to react with physical violence as a result of his childhood. No one cares if you die alone in the mines of Nabol, and Goran was forced to learn to defend himself at a very young age. If it's a situation where he can quietly stomp off, he'd rather do so--but if his pride or honor is at stake, Goran will stand his ground. He holds grudges like no other, and anyone who crosses him badly will forever be ignored or openly scorned. Trust does not come easily to the man, if at all, making him very wary around new faces. He believes he is the only one that can truly support himself.

Despite his many flaws, if one could ever wedge their way underneath his tough exterior, they would find a loyal and capable friend. Goran is especially good at dealing with problems (so long as they have nothing to do with relationships), and will spend days picking them apart until he discovers a suitable solution. Pretty girls make him even gruffer than usual--and a great deal clumsier. They won't be able to get a word out of him if they tried.

The boy has also been known to be a bit of a bully. However, he's very particular about his targets; bullies, people who selfishly use and abuse others are his prime targets. He has no qualms with making their life hell, and will bristle quite visibly whenever he is forced to be in their presence. It is most likely during this time where he will be reduced to more violent, primitive methods of expressing his dislike.

Positive Trait List An adept problem solver, self-supportive, resilient.
Negative Trait List Slow to trust, aggressive, withdrawn.

History: Goran was born on the wagon of a traveling merchant—the product of an affair between said merchant's wife, and a miner at a lesser. The mother was then given a simple choice; keep the babe and get out of sight, or remain his loyal wife and pretend the event had never occurred. She chose the latter. The babe was dropped back at the Hold, and once he was old enough, shipped down to the mines. Goran's slow speech made him a prime target for the other children, and the boy was forced to shut himself down to blunt the worst of their words. Only when his body filled with muscle was he finally left alone. He spent all of his time alone, pulling apart pieces of mining equipment to find out how they worked before quickly fixing them back up before anyone could discover his curious habits.

No one in Nabol much cared that a young man would never be able to grow up and have a good life in such an environment. Though Goran's strength and aggression made him a fine work horse in the mines, he was hardly happy--or healthy, to boot. The dust in the mines had gotten into his lungs over the years, leaving him with a terrible cough that flared up particularly when the air wasn't clean.

It seemed that the young man was fated to an early death, and likely would have succumbed to the hard work of the mines--had it not been for the dragonrider in Search who just happened to notice the boy. Goran leaped at the opportunity to be one of the privileged few who could stand as a Candidate and perhaps Impress a dragon one day.

Other: Goran is surprisingly kind to shy, quiet people and animals. He also responds well toward those who remind him of himself. He can often be found making small carvings out of wood or pulling objects apart to study them. Such quirks are due to his unhealthy fascination with discovering how things work; although he does take the time to fix them when he is finished with his assessment. He also enjoys riddles, and is terrified of heights. Both are well guarded secrets. Because the boy has closed himself down, he doesn't have any personal goals or dreams that he's realized yet. Once he has time to settle and maybe even make some friends at the Weyr, perhaps he will begin to think about what he really wants out of life.  

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Brown Elzebuth
Written by Masterharper
Colored by Masterharper

Origin of Name: Elzebuth gets his name directly from the name, Beelzebub. This is originally the name of a Philistine god. Specifically, it is a type of Baal, from Ba'al Zebub, literally, "Lord of the Flies". It is also used in the New Testament as a synonym for Satan.



Inspiration: Elzebuth is based off The Devil tarot card which is number 15 of the Major Arcana. This card is often misunderstood, and it is thought that instead of being based off Satan, it is more inspired by Pan or Bacchus. These are more gods of abandon and pleasure, than the evil of Satan.

Personality:
Elzebuth is a handful, and Faranth help his rider. This dragon is trouble, and will need a strong hand to keep him in line. The first thing someone notices about this brown is the power that radiates from him. It isn't just his physically imposing size. No. This brown is powerful of body and mind. Confidence seems to ooze out of his very being, and others will take notice. He is no doubt a leader, and where his rider might hesitate to act, Elzebuth won't. He is a dragon who knows what he wants, when he wants it, and Faranth try to keep him from it. Honestly, he is the sort of dragon that would stare down a gold and try to disregard her commands. It wouldn't work, but that doesn't keep the brown from trying. His rider will absolutely have to try to keep Elzebuth in line, lest he disregard direction of those higher up.

Elzebuth is both fearless and stubborn. There is little he fears, and he will encourage his rider to be fearless everyday. The world is their oyster, and they should have everything they desire. He will not shirk from a fight, nor will he be afraid of the consequences from his actions. Elzebuth will do what he wants, when he wants. The only creature on Pern that he will listen to readily will be that of his rider, and even then, he might try to convince them of his master plans. Elzebuth is also relentless in his pursuits. If he wants something, he will become obsessive, and not give in until it is his. This can be great when it is focused properly, such as fighting Thread, or mastering a tricky maneuver during a wing drill. But it can be used for trouble, such as trying to catch the eye of a particular green, or wanting something that clearly isn't his to have.

And Elzebuth will often covet things he cannot have. This dragon has a covetous gaze. Why shouldn't he have what someone else gets? He can get envious of others, as his drive is often a sense of hedonism and pleasure. This brown will try to steal others mates if he likes them; he will try to rise up in rank to leadership positions; he will step into the limelight given any opportunity. He wants it all, and wants his rider to have it all, too.

Unfortunately, Elzebuth's power can make him controlling. He thinks of himself as the boss, in any situation, and will not yield up control if he believes he knows best. Those who are most precious to Elzebuth suddenly might find the brown charming them to do as he wishes. His rider will need to be strong to keep the brown's control in check. He doesn't command out of cruelty, but out of a belief that he truly knows best.

Elzebuth is a bit of an enabler which can often lead to trouble. Why be afraid of consequence when they can take what they want, and do what they desire? Why not give in to their carnal pleasure and desires? Why not pick me to fly you instead of your mate? Why not skip this class and spend time near the lake with me? Elzebuth will do what he can to encourage others to be their happiest, even at their own detriment. Not because he wants to hurt them, but because he believes others should feel good.

On thing to note is that Elzebuth is not necessarily a beast, or wicked creature. He just believes, with his heart of hearts, that he, above all else, knows best.

Positive Traits: Relentless, Powerful, Fearless
Negative Traits: Enabling, Covetous, Controlling
Adult Size: 41'
Physical Attributes: Elzebuth is a large brown! He is built like a brick, with large wings, and is very muscled. He is strong, no doubt, and physically imposing. His large size tends to make him less agile and more clunky than his smaller clutchsibs.

Additional Notes: Elzebuth will love to chase. He is all about carnal pleasure and desire, and any green or gold will find a willing brown every time. Unfortunately, he's not known to make healthy long-term attachments. He will either chase them off if they are of no longer any use to him, or, if he really likes them, he may try to control them and keep them to himself.

Theme Song: N.I.B. by Black Sabbath

Why Me?
Elzebuth was drawn to Goran immediately, despite their differences. The brown dragon is no fool-- he knows that Goran will be a challenge and the two are likely to be at odds from time to time. Perhaps that's what makes this particular relationship work -- Elzebuth could never really respect someone who folded so easily to his every whim. Goran is a challenge, and he likes that. He is a dragon that wants what he can't have, and he nearly lost Goran from the start. Now that he has him, he will never let him go. He might be a fearless dragon, but losing Goran, or never having his love returned by him IS his greatest fear. Ultimately there are things both rider and dragon can gain by working together. Goran might be the only man on Pern to have the strength to temper Elzebuth's forceful nature and commanding air. He's also wary enough to ensure the brown doesn't drag both of them into trouble. Additionally, the goodness that lies within Goran's heart might yet rub off on the brown. For his part, Elzebuth will give Goran never-ending support, power, and encouragement, and his secrets will always be kept safe. Goran can trust in Elzebuth wholly and for always, even if others cannot. He need not keep him out, for he will break down every barrier that stands between them -- physically and emotionally. The purist thing about this brown is his undying love for Goran, which he will actively display. Goran is the one man Elzebuth will yield to, the one man Elzebuth truly respect,, perhaps the one creature on Pern Elzebuth truly loves. Elzebuth is not an entirely bad brown -- but like Goran he keeps his tender sides hidden and reserved for few. He chose Goran because together they can and will do great things.

 

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The Touching

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With no further response from the pale egg, Goran gingerly removed his hand, wishing it luck and good fortune in the very near future. So little time.... He moved to touch his hands to the eggs he had not visited before, sending greetings and good luck to these others. The Sun, The Star, The Moon, The Wheel of Fortune, The Fool, The Death.... and, of course, The Empress, even if he was not eligible. It seemed only polite. He wished he could have lingered longer, gotten to sense their minds... but it was not to be, and there was no point in fussing over something he could not change.

Ichta caught his eye, and her path seemed to cross with his yet again. After a moment, he copied her movements, bowing at Urdith. Then, glancing for a moment at the girl, he then allowed his hand to settle upon the bright red shell of the Devil Egg.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, honestly. He knew that candidates had clustered around this egg before, almost as though they could not help but vie for the dragonet's attention. He had avoided them for a reason... but, with only a few candidates here, he felt more comfortable, at least.

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The Devil Egg
My oh my, who is this? Such strength, such anger, such pain. Take strength in the Devil, for it is strong, and it might crush those that took such foul advantage of Goran. Lean into the Devil. Its power would radiate and draw around both Goran and Ichta. A reminder that The Emperor and Empress were not the only strong ones within the clutch. Goran should stay, should linger. Goran wants to linger, doesn't he? Is not his friend here? They should both stay, and take comfort in The Devil's embrace.

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Goran carefully held Ichta's gaze for a moment before he nodded in turn, his eyes losing focus as the egg suddenly emanated sensations. This egg was.... strong. It seemed to know him, seemed to understand, and he very nearly listened to the subtle command to stay. Another part of him bristled, however, not liking the suggestion. He could not stay, not when their time was so short as it was. He carefully tried to keep his thoughts polite. It would not be fair... and somehow, he was even more repulsed because it had mentioned Ichta. It should focus on finding it's life partner, shouldn't it? He would not linger, not for long--and the huge head of Uridith gazing down at them was enough to awe the young man.

Then, there was chaos.

There was a crack, and Goran spun wildly to see that two of the eggs had collided. The sudden, frenzied plea for help was enough to make his stomach coil, and he immediately found himself stepping towards the Empress with clenched fists. What could he do? He didn't know--

--and then the golden dragon was stepping over him, causing him to gape like a wherry even as he tried to stumble out of her path. Urdith's roar within his mind was enough to make him stumble again, immediately veering towards Gr'del without hesitation. He searched for Ichta sharply, the tension in his shoulders relaxing only slightly when he saw that she was safe.

I am sorry. He thought towards Uridith without thinking. She had allowed them to approach her children, and it seemed as though it had gone quite poorly.

Were all Hatchings this way? He wondered...

The Hatching

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There was a twitch from the The Devil Egg, though it might be missed by any who weren't watching closely. Almost as if the being inside was testing the strength of the shell. Suddenly, another twitch, before the egg stilled.

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Let them be distracted. Soon all eyes would be on it.

With a large shove, The Devil finally threw off its top, and out rolled a very large, very dark brown dragonet. It gave a commanding bugle, one that was surprisingly loud.

The bad egg had hatched. Yes, it had not forgotten its nickname, and with the way it hissed perhaps it wasn't inaccurate. Unlike his siblings, this egg was not a happy dragon. Not today. Not right now.

All eyes on me, the dragon seemed to want to say. If they wanted him to be a bad egg, than fine. Watch him be the bad egg.

With a snap of his jaws, it didn't hesitate to push and bully any nearby Candidates away from it. He walked with confidence, unafraid, and powerful. Though he snarled and snapped at those who drew too near, he purposefully did not bite or draw blood. Yes, that's right, it seemed to sneer at the Candidates who cowed at him. Didn't expect a bad egg to do that, now, did you?

The Devil walked among the Candidates like he was king. And maybe that was exactly what he was.

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Goran instinctively clenched his teeth when the red egg fell, hoping the crack wasn't going to hurt the creature inside. The little green seemed quite satisfied with herself, but judging from her slowed pace, she was growing tired. Not a surprise, considering.... maybe she'd finally find a Candidate that suited her?

His breath caught as two more eggs hatched open. A smaller green, and a cheerful blue. The Fool seemed to regain her enthusiasm as her brother drew near, and Goran watched them engage in a friendly tussle. The other green seemed less inclined towards said actions, watching the Candidates instead....

And then the red egg split open.

The brown that sprang forth seemed to be in a horrendous temper, hissing and snapping at anyone who was too close. It did not pounce upon anyone, however... at least, not yet. For now, it simply prowled across the sands, seeming to own them. Goran was silent, watching the large dragonet with wariness. With luck, it would find itself satisfied with the attention it was receiving and wouldn't make much more of a fuss...

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Everything had been going fine for The Devil when she hatched shell. In fact, the brown stopped, turned his red eyes on his sister, and bugled defiantly at her. His wings flared, and he tried to look bigger than he already was. He was not afraid of her, and every Candidate on the stands knew it. Instead, he turned his head, and looked at the first Candidate he saw.

This was her fault. Her doing.

She just had to steal his show, and now she was going to pay.

I have waited for this too long now. Come to me, all of you. Come and let me see you better, so I might best get to know you. Do you not wish to get to know me? Do you not wish to be close to me? Do none of you wish to play? The voice reached out to all Candidates, and behind it was a strong sense of wistfulness, desire, and maybe, just maybe, the touch of a command. His anger was clear, but it was not directed at them.

This is what bad eggs could do. Hmph.

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That wasn't his to play with! The Empress delicately shifted herself free of her egg, standing up at last on the Sands. He knew that wasn't his. But what were they doing? They weren't even coming to him! What if one of them was his? The dragonet's eyes whirled between worried yellow and bright reddish orange. For, indeed, she did not know to whom the Devil himself belonged, and who might belong to him. She did know who didn't, and--

Wait.

WHAT? Wake up right now! the dragonet cried to her as yet unhatched sibling, nudging at the Emperor's shell. He was going after hers! What was he doing, he knew that one of those Candidates belonged with her, and he was stealing them anyway! Her eyes whirled bright red, and then almost white. As more and more of the Candidates responded to her brother, she gave a squeak of indignant protest.

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Shards, and now the little queen was breaking free of her egg, giving them a glimpse of an angry eye and a brilliant hide. The brown seemed to take offense at this, mantling his wings even as he stared back at the Empress. Before Goran would ready himself, the dragon swung his head back to them, and Goran heard that same voice in his head from before. The dragon almost sounded lonely, as though he truly meant what he said... but Goran felt that same surge of power, that command that made him bristle all up and down.

He was no longer someone else's tool.

Ichta's whispered plea earned a glance, and seeing Dorianus' hand on her shoulder earned a curt, approving nod. Good. He realized Nadry had reached out to hold the girl's hand.... and he spooked slightly when he felt Ichta timidly reach out to grasp his shoulder. He stared at her hand like it was a foreign thing for a moment before he accepted its presence, allowing it to stay. His attention turned back as the Queen removed herself from her shell.... and nudged a large, striped shell. His breath caught, and without thinking, he reached back to take Nadry's hand to give it an uneasy squeeze.

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The Emperor did not hesitate.

With a mighty bellow, the egg practically exploded. The hissing, snarling, red-eyed bronze didn't care if the scatter of shell hit Candidates, or his golden sister for that matter. The anger that all the Candidates had felt at the touching repeated, but this time even more forcefully.

Screeching in rage, the bronze lunged forward right for The Devil.

Any Candidates in his way were bitten and tossed aside; he used his wings, his claws, his fangs to pull, shake, and whip the Candidates out of the way. Not because he didn't care, but because he had only one target in mind, and that was the Devil.

Both Rham and Farensil were violently pushed aside (if they hadn't already scrambled) as the large and stocky bronze leapt at his brown brother.

STAND DOWN AND SUBMIT! His voice could be heard by all.

The Devil shrieked in anger, hissing, snarling and rearing up so he might fight his brutish sibling. This wasn't fair! He wasn't doing anything wrong! Why did everyone hate him so? Why was he just the bad egg!!?!
The two males bit, clawed, and tussled; they rolled around, the brown dragon defiant and unafraid, and the bronze aggressive and unyielding. He would force the brown submit to his control, one way or another.

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Although the golden dragonet seemed little concerned by the bits of shell that flew at her, she did watch the fight with a faintly worried gaze. Had she been right to call out her champion? It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but the little gold just didn't know. Maybe she'd been too hasty. He was so angry! And well he might have been, given what the Devil had done, but this was her doing. She had unleashed this rage, and now it flamed unfettered at her other brother. She backed up a step, watching, wings slightly spread.

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Shards and flaming Shells! Goran jolted as the striped egg seemed to explode, and he could only imagine the wrath that must be pulsing through the enormous bronze hatchling. It brutally clawed, bit, and tore its way through the crowd of Candidates, seemingly hellbent on making its way towards the brown dragon. The boom of the bronze's voice made his fists clench, but he forced himself to relax as to not hurt Nadry's hand.

With gritted teeth, he watched as the two hatchlings snarled and fought, feeling as though he should somehow intervene but knowing that would be an absolutely idiotic thing to do. It served that sharding brown right, he thought savagely. Trying to take all the attention for itself, not even trying to find its sharding partner! It upset the gold again, so there was little wonder the bronze had finally had enough.

Ichta's whisper made him twitch slightly, and with a growl, Goran shrugged off her hand and released Nadry. Guess he was about to do an absolutely idiotic thing.... but, before he could take more than a few steps, the Tower suddenly burst forth, making to shield the Candidates. His eyes were wide, and he glanced back to meet Nadry's gaze for a moment.

Hating the fact that he had come to his senses, Goran resisted the urge to jump into the fray. He carefully took hold of Farensil behind the back and under the legs, scooping her up as though she weighed nothing at all even as he kept a wary eye on the dragonets. "All right?" He grunted at her, pausing so that the boy nearby could look at her shoulder. "Back here. C'mon." He rumbled at Rham, wanting to retreat so they wouldn't get caught in the fray.

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The Devil fought hard against his brother. He bit, he clawed, he scratched, and he seemed to match the bronze pace for pace. That is, until something struck the brown, unheard by others. Instantly, the red-eyed brown turned his head and froze, hearing something that others did not.

It served that sharding brown right, he thought savagely. Trying to take all the attention for itself, not even trying to find its sharding partner! It upset the gold again, so there was little wonder the bronze had finally had enough.

His eyes went from red to pure white in terror, and his dark hide instantly started to take on a greyish hue. His wings dropped to his sides, and he allowed his bronze bother to bite, claw, and otherwise savage him. The bronze knocked him over, slicing his shoulder, and took a bite form his neck, but he didn't care.

What did that matter when his didn't love him? What did it matter when his thought so poorly of him?

MINE! MY GORAN! The cry went out to all in the Hatching sands, and behind it was a tone so despairing, so shocked, so horrified that it was hard not to be affected. Creeling with despair, the brown threw himself after Goran, running, stumbling, tripping, falling over himself to bridge the gap between him and his chosen. The Emperor followed closely, snapping at the others tail, wings spread, watching, waiting, but pausing just as the brown finally bridged the distance between himself and the larger man. The Devil ignored him. What were scars and cuts when his chosen despised him so? Do you really hate your Elzebuth so? The dragon threw himself at Goran's feet, allowing himself finally to submit to his most perfect chosen.

Had his games gone too far? He had only been playing. He had only been wanting of all the attention and power his sister and brother had. Was he so wretched a creature? Please, Goran mine, don't leave me all alone. His white eyes stared up at Goran, no rainbow this time -- only fear.

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Goran felt his heart leap into his throat as the boy who had been helping him suddenly went down in a tangle of limbs, thanks to the green dragon. Was she attacking him? No.... those rainbow-colored eyes--Impression, then? Goran forced himself to look away, and gingerly lowered Farensil to the ground so they could better work on her.

Luckily, Dorianus was quick on the uptake, and Goran stepped back awkwardly to let him work. That was when he noticed Ichta's face, and her expression was enough to make his stomach drop. She was--upset? Had the bronze scared her? Her request made him hesitate before he reluctantly offered a nod. He'd--try. Shards.

Nadry looked like a mess as well, and Goran sucked in a slow breath. "Just stay calm. Just--"

The sound of the brown echoed in his brain again, and the big man stopped dead when he heard his name. The hatchling, the sharding troublemaker, the one he'd resented--was barreling towards him, heedless of the damage being inflicted on it as the bronze gave chase.

Goran felt his jaws go slack, and he wasn't even aware that he'd fallen to his knees until the heat of the sand burned them. He could feel the dragon's terror, the panic, the sorrow, and with shaking fingers, he reached out to touch the scratched hide. "No," He said thickly, and he didn't understand why his eyes felt as though they'd caught fire. "M'not gonna leave you. M'not."

Stifling a sob, he reached down to embrace that perfect brown head, folding over Elzebuth to stay close to him. His dragon. His.

 

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Quiet People - Goran and Ichta
New Arrivals - Goran and Timor
Rotten Luck - Goran and Ichta

 

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Elzebuth has a permanent limp due to his left forelimb being badly scored!