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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2018 1:28 pm
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Name: Y'io (formerly Yario)
Age: 26 (Nameday 3551.01.06)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: demisexual, prefers ladies
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider (Harbingers Wing)
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper
Physical Description: At 6'3", Y'io is built whip-thin, skinny but not scrawny, with the lean, ropy musculature of a distance runner. His face is a bit too masculine to truly be termed "heart-shaped," but that's the closest description, with sharp, angular features, a straight nose, and a fairly full-lipped mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes are yellow-hazel in color and slightly uptilted at the edges, topped with heavy dark eyebrows (usually expressionless save for the occasional single eyebrow arch). His hair is glossy black with a distinct blue sheen to it; stick-straight and uneven in length, it hangs roughly to his waist. He usually ties it back in a low tail, with choppy fringe that hangs in uneven chunks in his face; when he's fighting Thread, it goes in a tight tail twisted and coiled beneath his flight helmet.
Y'io's voice is a soft, nondescript light baritone; he rarely raises it for any reason, and usually speaks in a near-flat monotone. He can sing quite well, though, usually accompanying himself on his harp. He is an eloquent, expressive musician despite his flat demeanor who uses his body as much as his breath or fingers to make music.
Y'io is something of a clotheshorse; he has a variety of outfits depending on what he's doing. For performing, he'll wear brightly-colored tunics wrapped closed in the front, sashes and close-fitting trousers with tall fur boots. His Gather finest also tends to be colorful, shirts and jackets with elaborate trim and sleek boots. For everyday wear, he prefers simple shirts and comfortable trousers with workaday boots. He even has a specific outfit for wearing beneath his flight leathers, which are completely black, including the fur trim. In the summer, his shirts and tunics tend to be sleeveless; in the winter he wears long-sleeved tunics along with a fur-lined long coat and a thick knit neckscarf.
Personality: Y'io is, first and foremost, a walking paradox. He is a collection of seemingly contradictory things; he's a "people person" who likes to do things alone, soft-spoken but not at all shy, cool and reserved but not unfriendly. Y'io is unapologetically eccentric, in the truest sense of the word. This eccentricity turns up mostly in his sense of humor -- dry and deadpan and wicked, he loves spouting flat non-sequiturs and playing subtle pranks on people, so subtle that sometimes they don't even know they're being pranked.
The thing people tend to find most disconcerting about Y'io is his stone-faced expression. He has the best poker face ever and the ability to hold it no matter what; it's exceedingly difficult to get a visible reaction out of him, over anything. It's nearly impossible to make him laugh (out loud, that is -- he might be dying of laughter on the inside, but he won't let his poker face crack), let alone even smile. And if you do manage somehow to get a reaction, pat yourself on the back -- and remember what you did, because he'll remember and won't let you get away with it again.
He's actually a fairly sensible man, despite the eccentricity, with a strong sense of personal responsibility. Y'io is extremely self-disciplined; he can learn or do whatever he puts his mind to, and is willing to do whatever is needed to accomplish a task. He radiates stability and happily serves as anchor with his calm, rock-steady presence and rational, if impassive, observations on the situation. He's cool as ice in a crisis, seemingly immune to freaking out or panicking. Trustworthy and punctual, he's a man of his word. If someone asks him to be someplace, he'll be there early, completely prepared and ready to go. If something needs doing and no-one else has stepped up to do it, he will. He's the ultimate team player.
There's more behind Y'io's cool stability and poker face than simply not wanting to tip his hand. Oh dear, is he a fool for love. He falls in love far too quickly and so very hard and with exactly the wrong people. And when things inevitably turn sour, he bashes himself unmercifully for not listening to his intuition, falls into a self-loathing funk and locks down his battered heart, along with his emotions. His self-loathing when he is betrayed is brutal, mainly because he feels a fool for trusting someone he shouldn't have yet again, and his subsequent vindictiveness against whoever hurt him (or who hurts anyone he cares about, for that matter) is poisonous and vicious. His need for vengeance is toxic and will eat him alive if he doesn't get it out of his system one way or another.
Mind you, nearly all of this inner turmoil is completely unknown to most people, thanks to Y'io's flat, deadpan expression and eccentric mannerisms. Most of the time one won't notice anything is going on with him. And he prefers it that way. Less likely to get hurt.
Positive Trait List Reliable, self-disciplined, team player, sane and stable, trustworthy
Negative Trait List Eccentric, vindictive and vengeful, prankster, self-loathing, emotionless and flat-affected
History: Y'io was born in Fort Hold to a family of distinguished Harpers that goes back generations. It was expected of him to become a Harper as well, so he was sent to Harper Hall at age 10, where he specialized in music composition and learned to play many different instruments. Despite the intense training and his own personal dedication to music, Yario fell in love hard at age 17 with a girl named Mavri, a fellow apprentice Harper. She ultimately broke his heart a year later (he thought she had fallen for a dragonrider and run off with them, not knowing she'd actually been Searched). Gutted, Yario developed his impassive outer shell and flat demeanor as a result of this incident to protect himself against ever experiencing something like that again.
Yario walked the tables at 19 to become a journeyman Harper and was assigned to a minor hold in Ruatha territory. No sooner had he arrived than he was Searched almost before he was settled in by the hold's watch dragon, and after confirmation by a proper Search dragon he was sent to High Reaches Weyr. He was a model Candidate, punctual and studious, much as he had been at Harper Hall, and he Impressed brown Taliorth at age 20. As with Candidate training, he and Taliorth excelled at Weyrling training, and the pair flew the first Threadfall after a thousand turns and survived.
Y'io only recently realized Mavri, the girl who broke his heart, is also at High Reaches...
Other: Y'io is still a Harper as well as a wingrider. He can play multiple different instruments including flute (his favorite), gitar and harp, as well as sing. He writes songs based on events around the Weyr, stories and gossip he hears from others, and also from books and poems he reads (including some of Theo/O'thio's bodice-rippers).
DRAGON
Name: Taliorth
Age: 5 (shelled 3571.08.22 from Rhianth x Kronoseth's clutch at High Reaches)
Color: Brown
Size: 38'
Physical Description: Taliorth is a big boy, not as big as browns can get but still impressively large. Barrel-chested and muscular, he's got a powerful build, with strong forelegs and broad, strong wings. His hide is a light brown, the color of milky klah, with a dark brown stripe that starts under his chin and extends over the top of his head over his knobs, down his neck and back, over his spines to the forks of his tail. Three rings of dark brown also circle his neck, and he has dark brown markings around his eyes.
Personality: Where Y'io is stone-faced and emotionless (on the surface at least), Taliorth is outspoken and positively bubbly. This dragon says the first thing that comes to his mind more often than not, and will communicate his rider's mood and meaning to whomever His is speaking to -- a trait which often gets a deep sigh from Y'io. Taliorth has a knack for bringing out the best in Y'io; he can get him to at least show some emotion, thereby forcing the harper to actually accept his feelings as legitimate and not in need of suppressing.
The hardest thing for Y'io to accept when he Impressed was that the love that Taliorth held for him was unconditional. From day one, this dragon has willingly reaffirmed his love and adoration of His on an almost constant basis. He is as sane and stable as his rider is, and just as reliable; this pair can always be counted on, whether it's during a Threadfall or transport duty or whatever is needed of them. They're an asset to their wing, and to High Reaches as a whole. |
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 4:57 pm
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Name: Ansirien
Age: 17 (Nameday 3557.13.26)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, pretty much
Craft: None
Rank: Candidate/weyrbrat
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: At 5'11", Ansirien still has a little bit of growing to do yet; he'll likely end up over 6' tall. He's lanky, fine-boned and fairly delicate in build, though not scrawny. He has a sweet little baby-face, and it's quite likely he always will, with slightly soft features, gently arched eyebrows, a straight nose, and a mouth of average width that's usually smiling. He has his grandfather F'gon's dark eyes, bright and almond-shaped. His hair is a shoulder-length, thick shaggy mess, reddish-blond in color, with shaggy fringe that's constantly hanging in his eyes. Clothing-wise, Ansirien has zero fashion sense. He wears simple linen shirts and comfortable trousers, adding a jacket or cloak in cooler weather; he rarely wears shoes at all, preferring sandals over boots except in the winter. He usually leaves it to others to dress him up for Gathers and other events.
Personality:
At his heart, Ansirien is a sweet, good-natured kid. Happy, playful and energetic, he's your typical teenage weyrbrat in a lot of ways. He's very huggy and physically affectionate with his friends and family, whom he adores, especially his grandfather F'gon. Being a weyrbrat, Ansirien has been left pretty much to his own devices for a good portion of his childhood, despite how close he was to his mother and grandfather. As a result, he's idiosyncratic to an extreme and independent as anything; he would rather do something himself than impose upon anyone else. He's not deliberately rebellious, though some may think he is -- he's actually quite obedient, once you get his attention.
Despite his young age, Ansirien has that kind of naive wisdom that comes from having an unconditional faith in people (here naive = unsullied and non-cynical). Perhaps it's his relative lack of life experience, but everything he does, he does with an undying optimism and hope. He can often see clear to the heart of a matter and offer sometimes blunt, matter-of-fact opinions and solutions. His brand of crazy wisdom tends to shock and/or surprise those he's talking to, but it also tends to get them to thinking about their problems in different ways.
Conversely, Ansirien's relative lack of life experience have made him more than a bit naive (and here naive = ignorant and lacking experience). He can be gullible and easily fooled and taken advantage of, with an overactive imagination that has him coming up with all manner of wild over the top negative scenarios about relatively minor things. He has absolutely no inhibitions and no internal governor over his actions or his words -- far too impetuous for his own good, he just doesn't know when to shut it off and toe the line. He'll learn, of course, but at the moment it's a bit of a problem.
It's been something of an adjustment to be looked after so closely by F'gon since his mother died, and he sometimes finds it a little bit chafing, despite his love for the old man. Most of the time he doesn't mind the overprotectiveness of his grandfather, especially when Thread is falling. Ansirien has developed an anxiety about Thread as a result of his mother's death and is reluctant to throw in with the other weyrbrats and Candidates loading firestone sacks, lest something happens and someone he's close to dies again. He's forcing himself to face his fears out of necessity if he ever wants to ride a dragon.
Positive Trait List Sweet-natured, wise beyond his years, independent, optimistic
Negative Trait List Anxious about Thread, idiosyncratic, naive, impetuous
History:
Ansirien grew up a mostly normal weyrbrat at Western Weyr, always a happy kid even as a pre-teen. He deeply loved his grandfather F'gon, and he wanted to be just like him when he grew up. He also adored his mother, who was the youngest of F'gon's four children. As is typical for a weyrbrat, he stood for his first clutch at age 14, and while he failed to Impress a dragon, he got his first real taste of what it was like, and he wanted it more than anything.
Then his mom was killed by Thread during that first Threadfall after no one believed it would ever return. He and his younger sibling were taken in by a grief-stricken F'gon. The death of his mother changed him; it made him fearful of things he could do nothing to stop, but especially Thread, to the point he would completely freak out whenever Thread fell. He also had nightmares about Thread and everyone he cares for dying (something he still suffers from).
Uncertain of what to do about his future, Ansirien skipped the last couple of clutches at Western, refusing to be considered for them. He has finally decided that the best way to honor his his mother's memory and his grandfather's legacy would be to become a dragonrider and deal with his fear by fighting his and Pern's ancient enemy.
Other:
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No |
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 11:04 am
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Name: Virje
Age: 36 (Nameday 3538.13.23)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Sapiosexual bi (they gotta have brains or she's not interested)
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider (Blazing Gold Wing)
Previous Rank/Craft: "Apprentice" Starcrafter, specializing in Meteorology (never formally studied)
Physical Description: Virje stands around 5'8" and is built slender and whippy, even a bit too thin (because she sometimes forgets to eat). Her flat black hair is kept simple, about butt-length and center parted; she shoves it up haphazardly under her hat and flying helmet, so it's usually a mess. She has big pale blue eyes that are usually wide with wonder at the world, a small slightly upturned nose, and a perpetually befuddled expression. Her fair skin is tanned from being outdoors all the time. She typically wears a big fur-lined leather flaphat with goggles, leather pants and jackets with fur-lined boots, with close-fitting simple shirts and tunics. She carries her weather-observing gear around in a big worn leather backpack along with a scarf and gloves; she always looks ready for flight and adventure.
Personality: Virje has her head in the clouds, both literally and figuratively. She has a natural weather sense and a deep love of climatology and meteorology; she's often found perched on the upper rims of the Weyrbowl with Unogeth studying the sky with her equipment and making notes. She's enthusiastic about her adopted craft and flying and her travels around Pern, and is happy to share stories of her adventures with others. But she's so oblivious to small social cues that she often ends up shoving her foot into her mouth and saying or doing the wrong thing.
Despite being a dragonrider, Virje is still at heart a scientist (if an amateur one). Endlessly curious and inquisitive, she will seek out knowledge and information about whatever is catching her imagination at the moment, wherever the best source of that knowledge and information might be. And that whatever is usually weather-related. She often will disappear for a day or two at a time to study weather phenomenon elsewhere, transmitted to her via a network of other weather nerd and Starcrafter riders across Pern via their dragons. This disappearing act has gotten her in trouble in past, though she hasn't missed a Threadfall or any other expected duties; she just forgets to mention to anyone where she's going or how long she'll be gone. She's trying to be better about this, with Unogeth's help.
Virje is something of an introvert and does her best when left alone and on her own, just her and Unogeth. She's had romantic relationships in the past, but they would invariably fizzle out due to her need for isolation and general obliviousness about how her romantic partner feels about her -- and her ever-present focus on the weather. She has absolutely no fear (because she's too oblivious to be afraid) and won't let distance or the idea of visiting someplace she's never been before stop her from pursuing the weather information she seeks. She'll seek that information from anyone, too; Weyr denizen or caravan trader or Lord Holder or pirate, it doesn't matter. It's the fact that she has had dealings with people like them before that makes her so unafraid; surely if one pirate treated her nicely, they all will, right?
She adores her Unogeth and wouldn't trade her for any other dragon on Pern.
Positive Trait List enthusiastic, inquisitive, rather fearless
Negative Trait List space cadet, introvert, wanderlust, oblivious
History: Virje grew up a weyrbrat at Southern Weyr, largely raised by her dragonrider parents V'ren and Lijet. She was taken as an "apprentice" by the Weyr's resident Starcrafter at age 9 and learned to love the stars and sky. In particular, she was fascinated by the weather, especially the monster storms that sometimes swept through. She wanted to go to Starcrafter Hall at Landing to further her studies but her parents forbade it; they wanted her to be a dragonrider and told her she had to start standing for clutches. She ultimately obeyed them and to her great surprise Impressed gold Unogeth at age 15.
Still caught up in her love of weather, she was fairly hit or miss with her Weyrling training. Once she graduated she left Southern to further study the weather all over Pern. She spent several Turns studying the weather of the Northern Continent, inadvertently setting up something of a network of other Starcrafters and meteorology nerds who happened to be dragonriders in the places she visited, who could send information to each other on interesting weather phenomena via their dragons. She learned about weather on the open sea, too, actually doing a turn or two as ship's meteorologist and navigator on a couple of trading (read: pirate) ships.
She was exploring the wild Western Continent when Thread unexpectedly returned. She'd seen Rukbat in the sky and didn't know what to make of it, but Unogeth forced her to take cover in a cave. Virje was terrified; she'd heard all the old teaching songs about Thread but like most of the rest of Pern thought it was gone forever. When it was safe, she made her way to Western Weyr and volunteered to station herself there, both to learn more about Thread and prepare herself for it to fall again, and to help fight it. And to study the Western weather, of course.
Other: Her prize possessions are her weather-observing tools: a spotting scope, a small wind vane, and a rain gauge. Appearance-wise, she looks like what would have happened if Posh Spice (Victoria Beckham) had been cast as Jet Girl in the Tank Girl movie.
DRAGON
Name: Unogeth
Age: 21 (shelled 3553.04.19 from Monaroth x Tatroth's clutch at Southern Weyr)
Color: Gold
Size: 48'
Physical Description: Unogeth is a big girl, on the large side of average, with strong broad wings and a stout build. Her hide is on the green-tinged side of gold, with a pale underbelly and wing sails and dark markings around her wrists and ankles. She's a pretty dragon, just… big.
Personality: Unogeth is a dragon who's happiest when she's flying. She loves to soar on the air currents, and since she shares her rider's interest in the weather, can predict where the currents will be best. Bold and brassy in temperament, she helps keeps Virje down to earth and engaged with the world. She loves to socialize with other dragons; she will no doubt have numerous friends amongst the other colors.
Unogeth doesn't much care for mating flights, finding them more of a nuisance than anything. Still, she has had a couple of "emergency" clutches at other Weyrs, and proved herself to be a doting mother to her eggs. When her babies hatch and Impress, however, she loses interest, figuring the dragonets have Theirs now and will be just fine without her.
She is dedicated to fighting Thread and actually does best when flying with her wingmates. With her knowledge of weather and wind patterns, she understands air currents enough to be able to predict fairly well which way a clump of Thread is going to go and is able to either avoid it or guide her rider to blast it with her HNO3 canister. She shares Virje's wanderlust and is happy to go off on weather adventures with her. |
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 11:06 am
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Name:. Robhin (pronounced Roh-vin)
Age: 24 (Nameday 3551.04.20)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: as gay as a picnic basket
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider (Star Flame Wing)
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper
Physical Description: At 5'3", Robhin is a pocket-sized dynamo. She's built wiry, slender and whippy, all lean ripcord muscle and coiled energy. Her heart-shaped face is sharp and impish, with enormous uptilted green eyes and a ring piercing in the left side of her lower lip, a straight nose and pouty mouth. Her dark honey-blond hair is straight and scruffy and hangs to the middle of her back, sometimes pulled back into a messy ponytail. She's got a pale complexion that's just suntouched enough to look slightly tawny. Tattoos in blue cover both arms; she'll roll up long sleeves or wear sleeveless shirts to show them off.
She dresses in fairly form-fitting trousers and shirts of varying fabrics and materials; a bit of a peacock, she enjoys wearing leather and linen in strong, vibrant colors, often elaborately decorated. Robhin does have workaday clothing as well for doing chores and flying Thread. Her flight leathers are a rich dark blue. Dresses? HAH. You'll never catch her in a dress. Her favorite color is Harper Blue.
Personality: Hard-living, hard-working, and hard-drinking, Robhin is a lover AND a fighter, high-energy and manic. "On" all the time, she'll dance on the tables and flirt with whatever lady catches her eye and get into deep angry philosophical discussions on the state of Pern all in the same evening, and all for fun. Outspoken and blunt, she will LET YOU KNOW AT FULL VOLUME PRECISELY HOW SHE FEELS, SHARD IT. And it's okay if you hold a different opinion, it really is! Just don't be a wher about it and you'll get along just fine with her.
Robhin has a natural distrust of people trying to take advantage of her. She wears her defiance and fierce independence on her sleeve. She's a quarrelsome, belligerent tunnelsnake of a girl -- she's incredibly impatient with people and situations, with poor impulse control on top of it. She feels that she is AWESOME and she makes no bones about ensuring everybody knows it. Aggressive and ambitious, the world as she sees it revolves around her. She can act like a complete spoiled brat when she's at her worst, demanding that she be given what she feels she has earned NOW. There's no real arrogance here, despite all appearances; it's more an innate self-assurance combined with occasionally forgetting there are other people in the world besides herself. She's working on reining herself in with Aloyith's help.
Her passions run deep, whether it's, well, passion or one of her causes. Robhin cares deeply about the Western Continent and the state of things there: things like having to rely on other Weyrs for firestone, rampant banditry and crime in Rivercrest Hold, etc. She will fight for her friends and their causes as fervently as she fights for her own. She also loves her wine, women, and song and is the biggest booze snob on the planet. She's the kind of friend who will happily play babysitter when out partying; she'll wipe your face when you get sick trying to keep up with her (she has the drinking tolerance of a bronzerider twice her size) and make sure you get back to your weyr safely even if she has to carry you there herself.
Music was her life prior to Impressing Aloyith, and it still plays an important role to her. She's a talented songwriter and performer who keeps her hand in at Western, readily performing during meals and gathers and any occasion she can. Robhin likes writing songs about her Weyrmates and their adventures and deeds of derring-do, and really enjoys embarrassing them by playing those songs in public. And when she falls in love/lust, she'll write endless songs to the object of her passions.
Positive Trait List Hard-working, passionate, self-assured, independent, outgoing
Negative Trait List Belligerent, self-centered, blunt with her words, defiant, impulsive
History:
Robhin grew up in a small seacot beholden to Tillek, the youngest of 7 kids. A hellion even as a child, she was loud and demanding and quarrelsome with her siblings and the other hold kids. Her parents decided what the best course of action would be with the girl, and she was sent to Harper Hall at 10 to get her out from underfoot, figuring the training in a proper Craft would sort her out. Robhin thrived at Harper Hall, proving to be a natural musician, even though her aggressive personality left something to be desired amongst her Masters. Still, she managed to prove herself sufficiently that she walked the tables to become a Journeyman at age 19.
She was promptly posted to a hold on the Western Continent beholden to Rivercrest Hold, and it was thought that would be that for the wild girl. HAH. Robhin ended up involved in a torrid affair with the Lady Holder and had to flee for her life when the Lord Holder found out and attempted to murder her. She decided that the hold harper life just wasn't for her, and she made her way to Rivercrest Hold to seek her fortune.
She busked for a living in Rivercrest, playing at inns and pubs and street corners and gathers; she was fairly successful at this, developing a repertoire of songs to entertain young and old, rich and poor alike (she still performs some of these songs in her sets at Western Weyr). Then Thread returned and all bets were off. Robhin was more angry than frightened or alarmed -- this wasn't supposed to happen! Many of her contacts and sources for gigs died in that first 'Fall in a thousand years, leaving her to scavenge and scrounge as best she could. At least she and her instruments were safe.
It wasn't long afterward that a dragon from Western Weyr came through, Searching for those who had the potential to be dragonriders and learn how to fight Thread. Robhin immediately threw herself in front of the dragon and offered herself up; the dragon promptly Searched her and whisked her off to the Weyr. Determined to succeed, she studied hard, and though she didn't Impress at first go, or even the second, the third time was the charm.
During Weyrling training she met a girl who was a fellow whiterider, T'kyr, and fell madly in love with her. Two Turns after graduation they became a couple. As in everything she does, the relationship was both passionate and tumultuous, and ended during an epic fight a Turn later, with Robhin being the one to walk out on T'kyr. Ever since then, they have been rivals, each trying to outdo the other during Threadfall and in everything. Thing is, Robhin still has feelings for T'kyr...
Other: A multi-instrumentalist, Robhin can play gitar, pipes, pennywhistle, drum, and practically anything you shove into her hands. She also sings, for certain values of singing, with a rough, raspy yet evocative alto voice. And she writes music as well as playing the traditional tunes in her own style; her songs are usually about the heroic people of old, as well as the modern legends of Western.
DRAGON
Name: Aloyith
Age: 3, shelled 3572.01.19 from Lyraeth x Veoth's clutch at Western Weyr
Color: White
Size: 14'
Physical Description: Aloyith is small for her color, snaky and slender with oversized broad wings. Her white hide almost shimmers with the colors of the rainbow in bright sunlight.
Personality: Aloyith is a proud creature; she's not intimidated by her lack of physical stature amongst others of her color in the least. She knows she can more than keep up with them -- even outfly them! More than a bit vain, she's gorgeous and she knows it, and insists on daily baths and oiling of her hide to keep her that way. She is a steady, stable presence in Robhin's life, an anchor with wings; she doesn't hold truck with some of her rider's worst behaviors and is about the only living thing that can keep Robhin in line and on the right track. Her will is at least as strong as Hers'.
Aloyith is also proud to be the dragon of a Harper. She feels this gives her a special place amongst dragon-kind. She loves to listen to Robhin's music, bobbing her head and even crooning or humming along on occasion when it's a song she really enjoys. She's knowledgeable on the things that Harpers are responsible for, especially news; this dragon is a nosy little thing who's an incorrigible gossip. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 7:06 pm
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Name: N'ran (formerly Narange)
Age: 20 or thereabouts, he thinks (actually is 21 this Turn)
Nameday: doesn't know for sure (b. 3554.06.03)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Whatever's clever, really
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider (Fire Storm Wing)
Previous Rank/Craft: Pirate/Seafarer
Physical Description: N'ran stands around 5'10" or so, with a lean, athletic build. His tanned face is on the roundish side of oval, set with narrow, heavy-lidded dark eyes, a broad straight nose, and an easy smile beneath his short, well groomed brown facial hair. He keeps his straight brown hair quite long, down to the middle of his back, and often braids the sides on either side of his face.
He typically wears tunics and shirts with a vest or short jacket, all in a cacophony of colors, with loose trousers tucked into deep red and black boots. His boots are his pride and joy, custom made for him and oh so comfy. About the only places he doesn't wear them are down on the beach or flying with Khukith.
Personality:
A life-long denizen of the open ocean, N'ran is getting used to being land-bound at the Weyr. It's been quite an adjustment for him to make, and he still finds it a bit weird to walk around on solid ground and not the rolling deck of a pirate ship. But he's adapting, slowly but surely, and has come to love life at Western Weyr. N'ran is an easygoing guy in general, warm and friendly to everyone, with a ready smile and a dry remark to make whomever he's talking with smile as well. He genuinely enjoys the company of his friends and clutchmates, equating the bond they all feel with the comradery amongst the crew of a ship.
One thing N'ran learned aboard the Sunstorm is that it's important to follow the rules; failure to do so will not only piss the captain off, someone could wind up dead as a result. An obedient, dutiful, dedicated individual, he obeys the orders of his superiors even if he sometimes does so with a smirk. It's not that he's being cheeky (most of the time) -- it's that he still can't believe he of all people impressed a dragon. He feels a bit like a fraud sometimes, like an imposter who really pulled one over on everyone by pretending to be something he's not. He truly feels like one of these days they'll decide he doesn't belong at the Weyr and kick him out and take away his beloved Khukith. Logically he knows they can't take his dragon away, that it's a lifelong bond between him and Khukith, but he still keeps his head down and does the work just to avoid any potential trouble.
That's while he's on duty. N'ran is actually a fun-loving and even downright silly guy off-duty. He's fond of physical activity and will engage in sports and games at every opportunity. When he's not being active, he parties and drinks with his clutchmates and loves to tell stories of his adventures aboard a pirate ship -- and some of those stories are pretty wild indeed. N'ran occasionally feels obliged to demonstrate some of the more hair-raising things he got up to on the ship, such as swinging from the rigging and his knife skills (he's wicked accurate at knife-throwing). He tries his best not to get caught, lest his most paranoid fears come true. That said, even getting caught only causes him to cool his heels temporarily. He can't help himself, really.
Paranoia comes part and parcel with the pirate lifestyle, and it didn't skip over N'ran. He's not a raging paranoid by any stretch, but he still has a healthy dose of it, enough that he has a hard time trusting others. He's gradually learning that you have to trust your wingmates to a certain extent or you won't be able to perform as a unit when Thread falls. It'll take a bit of a leap of faith for him to accept that not everyone has an Angle, that they're not out to get him or what he has -- and that includes Khukith, his greatest treasure.
Positive Trait List warm and friendly, dedicated, by the book
Negative Trait List imposter syndrome, a bit paranoid, a bit wild off-duty
History:
Narange was born at sea on board the pirate ship Sunstorm, his mother the ship's captain and his father the first mate. He has essentially spent his entire life up until recently on the ocean; he can't remember ever setting foot on dry land during raids or supply runs or trading expeditions as a youth. Raised amongst the crew of the ship, he was treated like any other crewmate and wasn't given any special preferential treatment just because he was the captain's kid. He was expected to pull his own weight, and he did so gladly, swabbing the deck and climbing the rigging to help set sails, and heaving ropes and wielding a sword when he was old and big enough to hold his own. He loved the rest of the crew like family, and they treated him like their equal.
Still, he was the captain's son, and when his father died during a storm at sea it was Narange who was promoted to first mate at age 18. He learned more of the running of a ship from his mother, as well as more of the pirate business, and was being groomed to take over the Sunstorm when she retired.
That changed one day when they were in port conducting business at Western Hold. A dragonrider from Western Weyr was making some purchases from one of the ship's contacts while the exchange of goods for marks was going down, and the rider's dragon informed Narange that he would make an excellent dragonman. The young pirate was surprised, first at being talked to by a dragon, and then at being Searched. He had no idea what being a dragonrider entailed, having never seen a dragon before, but after some explanation from the dragonrider made it sound like the grandest adventure of all, the 19 year old Narange decided to go along.
Life on dry land was deeply weird at first, but he found life at the Weyr to not be that different from life aboard a ship. Shortly after his arrival, a couple sevendays into Candidate training, word came of a clutch on a remote Southern island that was hatching! He and the other Candidates were whisked off to stand for the clutch, and to his absolute amazement he Impressed blue Khukith when the little blue marched up to him and headbutted him in the sternum. It's been true love ever since.
N'ran and Khukith were model students in weyrling training, performing the drills with precision and completely by the numbers and paying attention in class to the lectures and practical demonstrations. They weren't stars or anything, but they were well behaved and studious. N'ran took to his fellow weyrlings as his new adopted family, and Khukith absolutely adored his clutchmates, even the more temperamental or surly ones. N'ran really thrived under the strict guidance of weyrling training; he missed a lot of things in Candidate training due to the sudden need to stand for the unaffiliated clutch, so he's playing catch up and absorbing everything that is thrown at him. He appreciates that it needs to be strict, because if you don't learn these things correctly, you or someone else will die. Not much different than life aboard the pirate ship, really. Khukith follows his rider's lead in this; he wants to learn the right way to do these things.
Other: N'ran learned throat singing from one of the crew of his old ship, and will often sing songs he learned at sea while he's doing chores. Some of those songs are even clean. He has a small hoard of treasure that he has told no-one at the Weyr about, mostly gems and jewelry and some marks. It's buried deep in the sand under his weyr on the beach.
DRAGON
Name: Khukith
Age: 1, shelled 3574.04.07 from unaffiliated Susurinth x Cordrath"s clutch at Southern Boll Beach
Color: Blue
Size: 25'
Physical Description: Khukith is a stocky and powerful little blue with a large wedge-shaped head and too-long tail relative to the rest of his body. His hide is soft and silky to the touch, and he enjoys keeping it that way with frequent baths and oiling. He flies with short, swift wing strokes and is very nimble and maneuverable in the air. His stamina is quite good too for a blue; he's rarely winded after a rotation fighting Thread.
Personality:
Khukith is something of an acquired taste amongst his fellow dragons. Workmanlike and relentless, he's a ferocious competitor when it comes to Threadfall simulation games, and during actual Threadfall as well. He turns flaming Thread into a competition between him and the other dragons to see who can char more clumps without getting scored. It's not so much a daredevil thing as it is seeing who's better at flying. And Khukith is very good at flying.
This blue actually loves other dragons, all of them, from the biggest queen to the tiniest white (they're so wee and adorable! And they fly so well!). He is as warm and friendly as his rider is and deeply enjoys the companionship of his clutchmates; one of his favorite things to do is snuggle with them in a huge puppy pile on the beach, basking in the sun. Khukith is a snuggly dragon in general who used to crawl into bed with N'ran when he was little and still loves to snuggle his rider in their weyr on the beach. He finds physical contact with those he cares about very comforting to all concerned; he'll likely try to snuggle with his new wingmates once he is assigned to a fighting wing.
He's not all sunshine and blue skies, however. Khukith's competitive nature means he can get a little salty and surly if he loses, which does happen sometimes. He might snap his jaws at whomever bested him, especially if they gloat about it; he would never actually bite, though, just snub dramatically. In mating flights, too, he's a little blue b*****d. He gets super competitive and almost as proddy as the green who's about to rise. Khukith is always careful to give N'ran fair warning when a mating flight is imminent. |
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2019 9:48 pm
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Name: J'xsen (formerly Jaxsen)
Age: 28
Nameday: 3547.12.13
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: anything that moves
Weyr: Western
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Pickpocket/thief
Physical Description: At 6'3", J'xsen is tall, slim and lanky and a rather handsome fellow (and don't he know it!). His fair-skinned slightly longish face is sharp-featured and angular, with cheekbones to die for, a straight nose and a strong jawline. Piercing blue eyes gaze at one lazily from beneath straight dark eyebrows that make him look like he's questioning something. He wears his dark brown hair parted on the right with longish floppy fringe, about collar-length and often tied back into a stupid little man-bun; he also wears neatly groomed sideburns that extend to the edge of his jaw.
Clothing-wise, he prefers button-up shirts with the top few buttons left open, and close-fitting leather pants tucked into tall boots. He looks like an elegant, decadent wastrel of a man. His flight leathers are brown and suitably battle-scarred.
Personality:
The best single word to describe J'xsen is "incorrigible." A charmingly rogue-ish, blue-eyed reprobate with a winning smile and a silver tongue, he's unrepentant and irredeemable. He knows full well the consequences of his actions and accepts them with an almost inappropriate glee (even if they hurt him or leave a mark) because the results are usually SO WORTH IT. Combine his talents for sweet-talking his way into (or out of) just about any situation with his tall, rangy, dark good looks, and you've got the recipe for a natural-born con artist and all-around jerk.
J'xsen knows he's a jerk, too -- it's an appellation he's more than willing to own. He is lazy in the conservation-of-energy way; he puts more effort into trying to avoid doing something than if he'd JUST BLOODY DO IT. Survival is something else he is a natural at; clever and adaptable, he's just as happy scrounging leftovers from the day's meals as he is feasting like a Lord. He's not a material boy -- growing up in a tribe of dozens of equally out-of-control street rats, he's never really developed an attachment to Things.
J'xsen is a social creature who enjoys just BEING with other people. He views his friends and acquaintances almost as possessions. He's a "pleaser" in his own weird way; the happiness of those around him is very important to him, and he's not above meddling in their lives if he thinks they're not happy. He likes his pleasures small and large, preferably large; he has positively voracious appetites, in all things. Most disconcerting, though, is how detached a hedonist he is; he loves pleasure but feels little true passion for anything. It's all a game to him, and as soon as it stops being fun or a challenge, he loses interest.
He really, really dislikes being alone with himself. Solitude gives the tunnel snakes in his brain too much time to chew on things, largely having to do with his own failings as a human being (of which he is WELL aware). It's when he's been by himself with only his own thoughts that he comes up with his wildest notions and schemes -- the kind that tend to end badly for someone. Usually him.
You can bet, though, that if trouble happens and J'xsen is involved, it was his carefully-planned idea. Everything he does is calculated for optimum effect. And while he may seem impulsive, he is most certainly not rash. Even so, he's extremely unpredictable; he can be maddeningly patient about some things and just as maddeningly IMpatient about others, and it's impossible to anticipate which he'll be in any given situation. Keeps everyone on their toes. At his core he's a cool cookie who does what he wants, and luckily most of that matches up with what he's expected to do as a dragonrider. He knows the rules inside and out and is careful to follow them, in spirit at least if not in letter, lest he find himself in deeper trouble than he cares to get into..
Despite his many character flaws, J'xsen really does have a good heart. When he meddles in people's affairs, he's not doing it out of any kind of self-interest -- he's doing it because he genuinely cares about them. He's a rogue with a heart of gold, more concerned with the welfare of those he considers friends than he is with his own. As a dragonman, he's concerned with the greater good as well; seeing first-hand how Thread destroyed lives and livelihoods in Rivercrest Hold and environs during that first Threadfall in a thousand years, he feels it's his purpose to defend all the people of Pern from this deadly menace.
Positive Trait List clever, cool, bold, social, a survivor, heart of gold
Negative Trait List Lothario, incorrigible, lazy, unpredictable, unrepentant, jerk
History:
Jaxsen was born on the streets of Rivercrest Hold and abandoned at a very early age. The young boy grew up in a large group of other children led by a man named Harlin; this man took in waifs and strays and trained them to pick pockets and scam people in exchange for food and shelter. Jaxsen became one of the more successful thieves, always sensing just the right moment to pick a pocket or cut a purse and make off with whatever marks or anything else of value was inside. He rarely got caught, and when he did he would tearfully spin such a tale of woe that his victim would not only refuse to press charges, they would give him as much as a half-mark to help. Which he would pocket and not tell Harlin about.
By time he was 17, Jaxsen had his own little side hustle going. He was the leader of his own group of kids out of Harlin's bunch, making them do the dirty work of picking pockets and cutting purses while he got all the praise from Harlin (and kept a cut of the loot for himself). Only the most cunning street rats were enlisted by Jaxsen, and he readily shared the spoils with them. He looked out for them as if he was their protective big brother, ensuring they were fed and clothed well and running interference for them if they got caught -- or worse, got in trouble with Harlin.
Jaxsen made the mistake one day of trying to pickpocket a dragonrider. He had no idea the man was from Western Weyr and ignored the nearby dragon -- he was used to seeing dragons around and thought nothing of it. Unfortunately, the dragon saw what he was doing and warned his rider, who immediately turned on the young man. The dragonman was ready to bash Jaxsen's head in when his dragon Searched the would-be thief, much to the surprise of all concerned. Reluctantly, the rider took Jaxsen back to Western Weyr for training as a Candidate.
A smart kid who knew a good thing when it bit him, he took to Weyr life like he was born to it. He did surprisingly well in class for a street rat, absorbing everything he was taught (including reading and writing; he was a functional illiterate, letters being one thing Harlin never taught the kids). He Impressed brown Zukiath his second time on the sands when the little brown came up behind him and pushed him forward into the sand, thus claiming him.
Accepting the gravity of what he'd gotten himself into, J'xsen and Zukiath did well as Weyrlings, even managing to stay mostly out of trouble until graduation into a fighting wing. They've still managed to stay mostly out of trouble...
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Zukiath
Age: 10, shelled 3565.08.06 from Lyraeth x Xoth's clutch at Western Weyr
Color: Brown
Size: 40'
Physical Description: Zukiath is a big handsome burly brown on the large and muscular side of average, with wide powerful wings and good stamina. His hide is a warm woody brown in color with faint dark stripes on his legs.
Personality: Zukiath is a Good Boy. A big, sweet dragon who dislikes getting into trouble, he sees it as his job to hold J'xsen's more out of control traits and schemes in check. Choosing J'xsen as His was a no-brainer for this brown; he saw in the young man a cool, calm and collected soul with a heart of gold that was perfectly suited to riding a fighting dragon. Obedient and moderately intelligent, Zukiath knows that His is good at following direction and thinking quickly, and is quick to do as he is instructed. He's not the brightest glow in the bunch, though, and is easily pranked and fooled by other dragons. Luckily, this good-natured fellow just laughs it all off and doesn't seek revenge or retaliation (even if his rider might).
Despite being a Good Boy, Zukiath is just as bold and sociable as J'xsen and can be a right charmer to the right lady dragon. He enjoys flights quite a bit and is always up for the challenge of catching. He's a powerful flyer, agile for a big brown, and is ferocious when fighting Thread. Zukiath really enjoys the company of others and will often hang out at the lake or on the uppermost heights of the Weyrbowl sunbathing and laughing with whomever else is there with him. |
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 2:19 pm
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Name: Sorsha
Age: 19
Nameday: 3556.07.19
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pretty much asexual
Craft: N/A
Rank: Senior Weyrling
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: Sorsha is short at about 5'2", and built slender and long-legged for her height but wiry, with very little in the way of curves. Her long thick hair is a rich red in color, wild and barely kept under control in a braid. Her pale skin is literally covered with dark freckles over her entire body, almost to the point you can't see her regular skin tone. She has wide ice blue eyes, a small button nose, and an eternal gap-toothed smile all set in a roundish face. She started out as cute, but since she Impressed Leoth she is turning into a stunner.
Sorsha can sometimes be spotted wearing a dress or a skirt, but not often, usually only at Gathers. She's typically seen in trousers whacked off at the hem above her ankles and shirts tied up around her waist. Shoes are optional as far as she's concerned, but she'll sometimes yield to practicality and wear sturdy boots.
Personality:
Sorsha is a ridiculously happy girl. She's something of a goof, with an impish sense of fun about her; when she was younger she was notorious for stealing bubbly pies and klah from the Lower Caverns just because she could get away with it. This girl is always in motion, even if it's just thumping her foot on the floor when she's in class. Dancing is a thing she enjoys a lot, and she'll throw herself into every lively dance the harpers play until she's exhausted.
She'll dance with anyone, too, regardless of whether she knows them or not. A friendly girl, she'll welcome newcomers to the Weyr with a grin and a hug (and maybe a stolen bubbly pie). Sorsha isn't afraid of anyone or anything, least of all looking silly or getting caught. She's willing to take ridiculous risks to get what she wants -- once she decides what she wants, that is. This girl is incapable of making a deliberate choice about practically everything, preferring to rely on impulse and her instincts to come to a decision.
Despite this, Sorsha is smart as well as clever; she usually gets high marks in her Candidate lessons. When she's paying attention, that is -- she unfortunately has the attention span of a flit and is easily distracted from chores by potential adventure. She's often too smart for her own good, and when left to her own devices (ie, she's bored) she'll come up with wild schemes that often end with her getting assigned even more chores.
She loves Western Weyr, though, and she loves her Wingleader father and her life as a weyrbrat -- and now as a Weyrling. She wouldn't trade it for anything. And she can't wait to be a dragonrider!
Positive Trait List fun-loving, fearless, smart, enthusiastic
Negative Trait List easily distracted, indecisive, impulsive, too smart for her own good
History:
Sorsha is a weyrbrat born and bred at Western Weyr, the daughter of Cortun of white Menyherth, who is the Wingleader of Star Flame Wing. She was raised in the Creche, a wild weed of a child running riot amongst the other children, getting yelled at constantly to sit still and behave and what would your father say. None of which had any impact on her behavior.
She did settle down for one thing, though: helping wash and oil dragons. Sorsha loved dragons the way some girls love runnerbeasts, and would take any excuse to interact with the Weyr's dragons. And she found weyrling dragons just adorable. (She still does, all of the above.) Her favorite dragon, of course, was Menyherth, because it allowed her the opportunity to interact with her father as well.
Luckily, Sorsha managed to survive her childhood antics til she turned 14, when she was invited to start standing for clutches. She leapt at the opportunity, and despite not Impressing at her first Hatching, she was undaunted. She was passed over by dragonets time and time again, but she remained optimistic that she would Impress one day.
That day came in 3575, when she Impressed one of the twin gold hatchlings from Killakeeth and Teth's clutch.
Other: Sorsha may have once been cute, but she is now stunning. She'll find her bravery increased by the ten fold, for Leoth meets her and matches her in that regard. But the biggest impact that she'll see is a new ability to take decisive action, for there will be no doubts or worries lingering to shade her decision-making. She is smart and capable, and has everything it takes to be the rider that Leoth needs!
DRAGON
Name: Leoth
Age: Senior Weyrling, shelled 3575.6.12 from Killakeeth x brown Teth's clutch at Western Weyr
Color: Gold
Size: 49' at full growth
Physical Description: Quite large and muscular, yet fiercely beautiful. Sleek in a way that something that large really shouldn't be. She has strong, bunchy muscles but moves with great stealth and grace.
Personality: Although undoubtedly brave, Leoth's most defining feature is her ability to pick her battles. In Threadfall, she will be a great tactician, as she has just enough laziness in her to avoid wasting energy on a task for which she is not well suited. She has no interest whatsoever in being forced into a situation where her skills will not be put to their best use, yet that is the reality of being a part of a Wing. In Leoth's mind, however, she is the queen and should be able to call the shots. When this expectation is not met, she is frustrated. Knowing full well that she does have to bow to those in charge, she nevertheless will still feel as though she might have done the job a little better.
She is a skilled diplomat, well able to forge bonds and friendships which will prove to be beneficial to her. However, that is not to say that Leoth is universally loved. She possesses a gold's certainty in her basic superiority, and really cannot help it. It's not that she thinks she's better than everyone, it's just that she was hatched to privilege and entitled to be treated with an extra level of respect than chromatics are. It's only natural, after all. She didn't make the rules; simply ask the council why there are so many metallics in power and you will have your answer. There is an inherent color bias among dragons and their riders, whether they are honest enough to admit to it or not.
Still, she does think there are very important purposes for each and every one of her kin. They were not all hatched alike, and it would be profoundly unfair and quite wrong minded to put them to the same use. Why, after all, would anyone ask a brown dragon to fly to the heights that a green might, when he would have no ability to dodge and weave as she would? No, Leoth does not believe in that foolishness. However, she is a good hearted dragon, and would listen to the arguments that others made, even if she does think that human values are being wrongfully imposed upon them all. It is her tactical mind that does not allow for the role reversals that Western Weyr demands: to Leoth, it simply doesn't make sense.
Opinions aside, she is a warmly affectionate dragon who would never turn on another. Once devoted, she will remain so indefinitely. It is just simply part of who she is, and she does not make promises lightly. She considers them to be a solemn bond, even if it is simply a relationship that she has formed, and not an oath that she has made. She would shatter herself to pieces trying to keep her word rather than break it, and would find it quite difficult to forgive herself if she failed in that regard. This queen is inclined toward falling hard for others romantically, and may never fully recover if her hearts are broken. It is unfortunate that her devotion is not likely to ever be returned to the fullest extent of her capacity, as Leoth commits herself utterly. She does not understand and cannot abide those who are without honor.
She will never fall in love with a lady, as her hearts belong solely to her future prince, whomever that might be. However, she would not object to the company of fellow golds or greens, should they desire a strong shoulder to lean upon. Leoth will never allow a suitor near her whom her twin sister favors. Now were Ussurianth to ever show interest her way she would embarrass herself terribly stumbling over herself to garner his attention. She has nursed a crush on him since before they were properly shelled.
Positive Traits: Honorable, devoted, wise
Negative Traits: Proud, colorist, insubordinate |
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 6:10 pm
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Name: Heida
Age: 16
Nameday: 3559.13.12
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: whatever's clever
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: She's already 6' tall and statuesque, lean and rather muscular in build. Heida has long white-blonde hair that has a slight wave to it; she wears it pulled back in short braids/cornrows around her face when she has chores so it doesn't get in her way, but the rest of the time she wears it loose with braids tying it back a bit. Her eyes are a dazzling blue-green in color, wide but often squinched up in a raucous laugh or a huge grin, set in a fair-skinned, almost heart-shaped face with a straight nose, cheekbones to die for and strong mouth and jawline. She's an unconventionally attractive girl, what one might call "handsome". Heida usually wears belted tunics and breeches and fur-lined boots, mainly because skirts are inconvenient to deal with in a scrap or while doing chores; she does dress up for gathers and such, though, because she is proud of her athletic physique.
Personality: Heida is definitely her father Herg'r's daughter. She lives her life large, not wasting a single precious moment of it on things she couldn't care about. This girl is already a partier, unashamed of anything she does with her friends and Weyrmates, though she tries very hard to keep things reasonably under control because she is a Candidate, after all. She grew up defending the smaller kids in the creche from anyone who would try to intimidate or harass them, and is unafraid of doing whatever it takes to protect her friends from harm. She cares deeply about family and friends; and she considers the entire Weyr her family.
And she cares deeply about High Reaches Weyr; it's her home, the only one she has ever known. As loyal as the day is long, there's no place on Pern she would rather be. Heida loves the snow and the sometimes brutal winters as much as she loves the brief but glorious summers. She also loves dragons, understandably, and will take every opportunity she can to help the dragonriders bathe and oil their bondmates. Her favorite of course is Herg'r's big bronze Hyglath; she greatly enjoys spending time with him, letting him know he is loved, and getting oil on those hard-to-reach spots her father often forgets.
She's just as easily bored as Herg'r, and just as prone to getting into brawls, especially when she is bored. Heida is unafraid of a good fight, sometimes starting them herself but always finishing them. This has gotten her in trouble with the Candidatemaster, as one can imagine, but she accepts her punishment without complaint, because surely whoever she just beat up needed to be beaten up. She mercifully doesn't have a foul temper, just a misplaced sense of how to deal with boredom.
All Heida wants in life is to be a dragonrider like her father. That's all.
Positive Trait List bold, loyal to friends and Weyr, protective
Negative Trait List reckless, combative, easily bored
History: What's to tell? She's a weyrbrat, raised in the creche. Heida has always adored her father, and decided at an early age that she was going to be just like him when she grew up. Even when he left High Reaches, she still wanted to emulate him. She was an impressionable pre-teen when Thread returned, but it only made her more determined to Impress and fight the scourge of Pern. And when Herg'r returned, she was overjoyed and more determined than ever to be like him. And she's well on her way!
Other: Daughter of Herg'r, as if it wasn't obvious….
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP them or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No |
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 6:11 pm
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Name: T'roi (formerly Tarroi)
Age: 21
Nameday: 3555.08.07
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: mostly straight
Craft: N/A, though he does know something about running a sea Hold (if not much about sailing a fishing boat)
Rank: Weyrling
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: He's fairly good looking; tall and built lean and athletic, with a dark-skinned, nicely chiseled face with full lips and a straight nose that snubs out at the tip. His chin is hidden by a small red-brown goatee, which he has been known to stroke absently. He has a warm, wide smile when he allows it to show; his typical expression these days is serious and all business. Narrow and heavy-lidded, his eyes are a striking, brilliant pale blue in color. His hair is straight and reddish-brown, just brushing the top of his shoulders, with a side part and long unruly fringe poking out over his forehead. T'roi dresses in shirts and tunics and trousers that are sturdy but well-made. He's a bit of a dandy if the opportunity to dress up presents itself, like at Gathers and Hatching feasts, and will wear the finest outfits he can have made for him.
Personality: T'roi's upbringing as the son of a fairly wealthy Holder has informed much of his attitudes in life, although the Turns he has spent at High Reaches Weyr as a Candidate have taken quite a bit of the wind out of his sails. Social and outgoing, he is a natural at interpersonal interactions and is great at reading people. He tends to alter how he presents himself depending on the situation and who he's interacting with, even if he's just doling out advice to friends. And does he ever like to dole out advice to friends. He's more than happy to do so whether you ask him for advice or not. He will offer suggestions and ideas for your problems, and most of the time his suggestions and ideas actually make sense. In truth, he just loves to put forth his opinions on things going on in your life and get all up in your business. He just loves to put forth his opinions on anything, really.
T'roi really does best when he has a certain amount of structure in his life, and that typically comes from being part of a system that has a well-established hierarchy. He can be counted on to play his part to the absolute best of his abilities and assist his wingmates wherever he can. He is very good at taking and following orders once he has figured out the steps he needs to take to accomplish his task and the order in which they are to be done. Multitasking is not his strong suit. Reasonably intelligent, T'roi actually has more common sense than outright smarts. His native intelligences tend more toward basic problem-solving as opposed to complex thought.
T'roi is no longer quite as arrogant or cocky as he was when he first arrived at High Reaches, but he still loves to be the center of attention. He has a tendency to hog the conversation and trample other people's words with his own, usually about himself and his triumphs or woes. T'roi is often his own worst enemy when it comes to his confidence. If he doesn't succeed at something the first time he does it, he's convinced he's a failure and will never get it right. He will berate himself and fall into a bitter self-defeatist funk that only time, patience, and support from his friends and compatriots will bring him out of.
T'roi hates being challenged, especially when he's in one of his self-defeatist funks. He's not as thin-skinned as he once was, but his nostrils will flare and his words will become clipped and short if he is contradicted. It doesn't matter if the person he's arguing with is wrong or right, either -- his well-formed opinion is being challenged, and he doesn't like that. T'roi doesn't argue purely for the sake of it; he absolutely hates pure debate because he gets so upset and angry when he's arguing. But he will stand his ground verbally and bite back in an argument.
Positive Trait List sociable and friendly, obedient, adaptable, team player
Negative Trait List a bit arrogant, self-defeatist, self-centered, argumentative
History: The lower-middle son of Toren, a minor and prosperous sea Holder who looked to High Reaches Hold, Tarroi knew from an early age that he was too far down in line to actually inherit the Hold or any of its ships. Still, he was a Holder's son, and being lower in rank than his older brothers wasn't going to stop him from exploiting it. He became something of a cocky, arrogant youth, spoiled by his mother because it's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. His father was well aware, however, of Tarroi's position in the family hierarchy, and also well aware that if the boy didn't learn some discipline, he'd end up a horrible person. So rather than send him off to learn a craft, he made Tarroi join the military. When a Search rider from High Reaches Weyr came through the Hold shortly after the return of Thread when Tarroi was 15, Toren saw his chance. He told the boy he would outrank his brothers if he became a dragonman, and Tarroi took the bait. He joined the other teens who were likely Candidates and to his father's delight and relief was duly Searched. Tarroi was well pleased with himself — until he got to the Weyr and the reality of life as a Candidate hit home.
Still, there was more structure in the Weyr than there had been at home, and rather than break him, Tarroi actually thrived in it. He proved himself to be a good, well-behaived Candidate who followed orders and direction from the Candidatemaster and whomever he was sent to work under. It took him a number of Turns -- six, to be exact -- but he finally Impressed bronze Destrierth on a cold winter's night at High Reaches and proved everyone wrong.
Other: His parents gave him a firelizard egg as a going-away gift, and it hatched into a brown flit he named Klah. He's got Klah trained very well; the little brown delivers messages to whomever T'roi wants to send one to, and knows to keep quiet during classes and out of the way during chores.
(Proof of ownership: )
Upon Impression, T'roi will gain a tremendous boost to his confidence. He has always been a handsome boy, but now he will carry it with the same sort of swagger that Mnementh's F'lar once had. For he is the rider of the Percheron, who holds himself King of his clutch, and has many subjects to tend to. +10 to charisma.
DRAGON
Name: Destrierth
Age: Weyrling, shelled 3575.12.21 from Zenobiath x Aresoth's clutch at High Reaches Weyr
Color: Bronze
Size: 92' at full growth
Physical Description: An immense beast in stature, with a gentle, handsome face. He is tall for a dragon, with a broad wingspan and a well muscled body.
Personality: A solid, reliable bronze. If there is ever any dragon who can be counted on to do his part, it is Destrierth. To say that he is loyal and hardworking is a given, and also an understatement. One might as well say his name, for it would mean the same thing. Noble to a fault, this bronze can be trusted with any task, or any secret, for he will do everything possible to avoid failing others when they are in need. However, this does have its drawbacks. Such a burden can be very heavy even on his broad shoulders, and it can cause Destrierth to be very selective with whom he entrusts his own woes and cares. For indeed, what if his needs are overwhelming to the other? He could not bear it. He is a truly good hearted dragon, and would dash himself to pieces in the attempt to do right, even if it is against his own best interests.
In his hearts, he is a dreamer, fondly imagining a time quite different from his own, when perhaps he might have been one of few bronzes. All the better to take care of the Weyr and those within it! He is keenly aware of how rare his own color once was, and feels the immense pressure to live up to the storied days of old. Nobility will not serve anyone if it is not put to use. The tremendous pressure that Destrierth places upon himself can at times be unbearable, and would certainly be stressful to the wrong rider. It is not so much that he has ambitions as he just simply needs to be needed, and to put his rank to better use.
He certainly possesses his mother's sense of noblesse oblige, and will do what he can for those less fortunate than himself. It is after all, his right and his privilege - nay, his duty! - to look after the weak and the world weary. Those who are not, perhaps, so strong as he himself. For he is strong, no matter how tender his hearts might be. Destrierth can take a hit and then some, emotionally as well as physically. He loves nothing more than to please others, and to give them a good example to live by.
All that said, he can be a very... foolhardy creature. His bravery can backfire monumentally. If he is asked to push himself beyond his limits, he will. It will be up to his rider to enforce those limits, for he will not. Rather, he will dash against the rock of duty until it inevitably defeats him. Then, once defeat, he will languish in shame and self-loathing. For how could he allow himself to be limited in such a fashion? Is he not a bronze? It is expected of him to succeed, and in failing he will wallow in fits of self-pity and disgust by turns. It is wise to distract Destrierth from this course with reminders of all of the good he has yet to do in the world... even if that is a very pretentious notion.
As a bronze of High Reaches, Destrierth sees it as his duty to chase any Queen who might Rise. Although he may feel his hearts pulled more toward other males, or even the rare green, he will continue to join Queen Flights until he finds his hearts stolen. In such a case, once devoted he will remain so for the duration. For indeed, there is a romantic lurking within this bronze. In Threadfall he will have great strength and stamina, if an average flame length.
In T'roi, Destrierth saw another who needed his guidance and protection. Although T'roi seeks to be the font of wisdom, he is in clear need of support and aid. The confidence that he once had in himself certainly spoke to Destrierth, who could not have Impressed to someone not up to the task of being his rider. But T'roi's weakness also drew him, for he wants nothing more than to be needed, and he can and will fulfill the young man's desires, hopes, and dreams. Perhaps he will not be Weyrleader, although that remains to be seen, but he will forever more be a Bronzerider of High Reaches, and is there anything finer?
Positive Traits: Dutiful, trustworthy, noble
Negative Traits: Bullheaded, sulking, arrogant |
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2020 6:11 pm
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Name: Trude
Age: 15
Nameday: 3560.02.07
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: she's not sure yet...
Craft: none
Rank: Candidate
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: Trude looks almost cherubic with her round face and soft features. Her skin is tanned from living at sea and holdless for so long, with a slight dusting of freckles across her nose and shoulders. Long and messy, her red blond hair frames her wide green eyes, little button nose, and smallish mouth. At 5'5" and probably as tall as she is going to get, Trude is skinny and waifish in build and carriage, though she can "lady" it up when she wants to.
She will wear whatever is thrown at her at this point, though she does still like pretty dresses and fine fabrics; she'll happily play Dress Me Up Dolly with anyone who wants to take her on as their project.
Personality:
If you were to judge this particular book by its cover, you might come to one of two conclusions about Trude: she's either deeply odd, or deliberately rebellious. And you'd be wrong on both counts. With her lack of practical life experience, her surface eccentricity is not the result of a desire to be different, but a matter of not knowing how to not be different. She marches to the beat of her own drummer because she has never heard any other kind of music, even though she knows other songs exist and yearns to experience them.
Trude is a portrait in cognitive dissonance. Her innate gentility and wistful refinement contrast sharply with her semi-feral presentation. She is nothing if not a romantic; she deeply romanticizes the past, and tries to bring some of those qualities into her own life. Her gracious manner and strong sense of honor might be considered quaint by some, drawn as they are from times long gone, but they are part and parcel of who she is. With her natural intellectualism and tendency to idealize the Glorious Days Of Yore, her curiosity is more theoretical than practical (she'd rather read about a thing than try it, at least at first).
Having been more alone during her life than even the most solitary Holdless, she needs large amounts of time just by herself. She is easily overwhelmed by the population of the Weyr and living in a barracks situation and meals taken together with the other Candidates, and will go quiet or skitter off someplace to hide alone for a little while until it passes and she can breathe again. Yet paradoxically she craves human contact in a way most people could not possibly understand. She hungers for interaction with those who feel similarly to how she feels, even if it's just to be in the same room as they are. Once she has decided you're her friend, you have a devoted friend for life.
Surprisingly courageous at her heart, Trude can deal with large-scale crises fairly well; her instinct is to react first, deal with the situation, then quietly freak out later. She is not a helpless creature by any stretch of the imagination, even though she does come across as a bit naive at times. Despite what she may think of herself, once the opportunity presents itself, she is idealistic and courageous when she's fighting for what she believes in. And what she believes in is the safety of Pern from Thread. Now that she's a Candidate, her only dream is to one day Impress one of the great beasts for herself and become a dragonrider, valiantly defending Pern from the scourge of Thread!
Positive Trait List courageous when it counts, intellectual, romantic, determined
Negative Trait List deeply introverted, skittish, feral, naive
History:
The daughter of a well-off minor holder and his wife, the youngest of several children, Trude was raised like a little lady, pampered and a bit spoiled by her doting parents and the staff of the farming hold on the Southern Continent. She learned how to read at an early age, prompted by stories of days gone by told to her at bedtime and the Teaching Songs sung by the hold's Harper, and she gobbled it all up. It was so romantic, riding dragons and flaming Thread!
Then one day in 3569, when she was 9 Turns old, she was tempted away from her family while at the beach by a strange man with a firelizard as a pet. Trude was fascinated by the tiny miniature dragon -- like from the stories and songs! The man, a pirate, waited until they were a good distance away from her family and snatched the little girl up, taking her wailing back to his waiting pirate ship. The pirates' intent was to sell her off to a slaver for a good price. Trude kept insisting her parents would come looking for her, but they never did. To this day she doesn't know her family were slaughtered by the pirates before they could send for help; she thinks they just forgot about her.
After about a Turn, Trude was sold to another pirate crew to do with as they wished. This group of pirates, while hard men and women, weren't entirely heartless, and after awhile they more or less adopted the girl as their pet mascot rather than sell her off. They dressed her up like a little pirate and allowed her the run of the ship (though she was never allowed on shore). In time she came to think of them as her surrogate family, seafaring aunties and uncles. She was taught by them how to climb the rigging and how to defend herself with a sword or a knife, how to fish and how to swim and how to hunt. It was an adventurous life for one so young as Trude!
Until, against all belief to the contrary, Thread returned to Pern. The ship was near the shore of Tillek when the silver menace began to fall from the sky, and though they managed to evade it, not a single crewmember came away unscathed mentally. Especially Trude -- she had remained below decks and hid shivering in the deepest part of the ship's belly, below the water line. She knew what was happening -- she remembered the tales she'd heard of long ago.
The pirate ship and Trude carried on their merry way until 3575, when Thread finally caught them during a storm, causing the ship to founder and wreck along the mountainous west coast of the Western Continent. Trude survived by ducking underwater, remembering from the stories that Thread couldn't survive water, but the rest of the crew, who had remained on deck, were wiped out by the Threadfall. She managed to make it to shore after the wreck, though she was badly shaken and battered, and for several sevendays survived on what she could scavenge from the wreckage of the ship or forage for. She was terrified, afraid she was going to die for sure or get caught out by Thread.
Luckily Trude was spotted fishing along the coast by a dragonrider from Western Weyr who was out flying sweeps. The girl had never seen a dragon up close before, let alone ridden on one -- what an experience! She was brought back to the Weyr and taken to the Healers, and after they'd heard her story, one of the dragons Searched her. Trude couldn't believe it -- she'd been rescued! Not only that, there was the possibility that she could someday be a dragonrider like in her stories!
Is this a dream come true? Time will tell….
Other:
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No |
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2020 9:22 pm
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Name: W'ren (formerly Wayalren)
Age: 21
Nameday: 3554.09.27
Sex: male
Sexual Orientation: prefers the boyos
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: n/a
Physical Description: W'ren stands around 6' tall, lean and whippy in build; he moves with great determination, as if he has somewhere important he has to be. He has a round baby face with a sharply pointed, slightly upturned nose, almond shaped brown-green hazel eyes, and choppy shoulder length black hair with fringe that annoyingly flops into his eyes constantly. His skin is pale and clear since leaving Monaco Bay Weyr. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it's bright and usually happy. Usually. Unless it's vicious.
Something of a clothes horse, he has a collection of warm coats and jackets that he almost always wears except during the brief, hot summer. His usual outfit is a shirt, sometimes with the sleeves rolled up, and sometimes a vest, along with close-fitting leather trousers and boots. Most everything he owns is black.
Personality:
W'ren is like the irresistible force and the immovable object rolled into one. Strong-willed and obstinate, once he sets his mind on something, woe betide anyone who tries to dissuade him or get in his way. He believes he knows what is best for him and will not listen to anyone who tries to convince him otherwise. W'ren is one of those people who just won't ask for help, no matter how much he may need it. Stubbornly proud of his own abilities, he feels he can take care of anything that might come up in his life. He's not disobedient to his superiors by any stretch, but he is definitely no shrinking violet and will challenge them if he feels they're wrong. This has earned him reprimands from his wingleader, not that he cares. In his heart of hearts, he knows he's right.
This guy is very good at reading people, often picking up on the little "tells" people give away with their emotional responses to a situation. He is also good at reading situations in general; he can see both the big picture and the smallest details of a given scenario, and has a natural knack for tactics and strategy as a result. W'ren is a brave, fearless young man, not afraid of anyone or anything. When faced with conflict he won't back down, preferring to face the source of the conflict and work it through one way or another. He doesn't wilt in the face of adversity of any type, either physical or psychological or emotional. Fistfights with other wingriders are not uncommon events with W'ren.
Regardless of whether he is tackling problems in his life, fighting Thread, engaged in an actual fistfight, or whatever, W'ren is a born warrior. Competitive and ruthless, he gives no quarter and asks none. Sometimes though he is too aggressive, bulling through a situation with much more force than is really called for under the circumstances. You'd think he'd have ended up Impressing a bronze by the way he acts sometimes, but he adores his blue Obuth and won't hold with anyone insulting him or his dragon in any way, despite knowing his place in the colorist hierarchy of High Reaches.
Positive Trait List perceptive, courageous, warrior, natural tactician
Negative Trait List stubborn, arrogant, egotistical, combative
History:
Wayalren was born the son of a brownrider, Wayen, and a greenrider, Alra, at Monaco Bay Weyr. Raised mostly in the creche, he was a hellion as a kid, constantly getting into scraps with the other weyrbrats. He started standing for clutches as soon as he was of age, and Impressed blue Obuth in 3569 at his first go. Once graduated from the minimal training Monaco Bay provided, the pair spent most of their time flying shuttles for folks from the Northern Continent who wanted to visit the Southern tropics. It was pretty boring, but at least he and Obuth were flying together.
When Thread returned in 3572, W'ren and Obuth transferred to Fort Weyr to learn how to fight Thread, using the logic that Fort was the first Weyr and would know best. Fort, however, was scrambling to rebuild, and despite the welcome addition to their numbers, he was transferred to High Reaches Weyr in 3573 simply because they didn't want to deal with the strong-minded, attitude-prone teen any longer. Let him be High Reaches' problem.
And at High Reaches he remains. Eventually he would like to go back to Monaco Bay Weyr, but he's in no hurry. The discipline of High Reaches, he feels, is good for him and Obuth.
Other: He has a pretty green firelizard named Mossy who should be named "Bossy" because she is.
DRAGON
Name: Obuth
Age: 6, shelled 3569.08.28 from Rozoleth x Innuith's clutch at Monaco Bay Weyr
Color: blue
Size: 33'
Physical Description: a deep indigo blue dragon, nearly as big as some browns but sleek and skinny, with markings on his wings that look like a night sky. A fast, agile flyer with excellent stamina for a blue.
Personality: One would think Obuth was a bronze instead of a blue by his attitude, even though he's fully aware of where he stands in the pecking order of things. Bold and fearless, this blue will take on all of Pern with determination and the knowledge that His will back him up in all things. He has a steadying influence on his rider, calming W'ren's more aggressive tendencies with a gentle thought and preventing him from getting into trouble with his wingleader or anyone else in a position of authority. Obuth loves the chase of a mating flight more than the catch, though he does enjoy winning. When fighting Thread, Obuth flies and flames with all his hearts -- it's what he was born to do, and he does it with great enthusiasm. |
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2020 8:58 pm
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Name: R'yat (formerly Riyat)
Age: 23
Nameday: 3552.12.27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ...yes? (pan)
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Courtesan-trained dancer
Physical Description: At 6'3", R'yat has a dancer's build, long and lean with a naturally casual grace to his movements even when he's just walking. Blue-black, sleek and straight, R'yat's hair is thick and long, down to his butt. He wears it parted on the right side with heavy shaggy chin-length fringe hanging halfway in his face. When he's dancing, he ties it back in a long tail or braid and/or pins it all up. His face is spade-shaped with a fairly strong chin and jawline, a strong nose and a full-lipped mouth that has a natural tendency toward pouting. He has deep green eyes, almond-shaped and narrow, with thick dark lashes and moderate brows. His skin is fair to medium with olive undertones, and his ears have multiple piercings. R'yat was scored badly during the return of Thread; his right calf got fairly chewed up and bears a dreadful scar. He's overcome the damage and walks perfectly normally, but can no longer do a number of dance moves he used to be able to.
R'yat enjoys dressing to impress, a skill he learned at the Courtesan Hall. Everything he wears is close-fitting, with a fondness for rich, dark jewel tones or white. He always looks sharp, even when he's doing chores. Boots extending at least to his knees are his preferred footwear, both to hide and support his damaged right calf.
Personality: Anyone who has been sucked in by the cyclone-on-two-legs that is R'yat will tell you that he's a good person to have at your back, even if he does often come off a raging a*****e. Volatile and unpredictable, he's not afraid of a physical confrontation, and while he generally doesn't throw the first punch, he'll make sure he throws the last. Dance is actually the best outlet for his volatility, and much healthier than beating people up or mouthing off at them. He still dances for people on a regular basis, even though there are some dances he can no longer perform to his satisfaction because of his Thread injury.
While he won't back down from a physical fight, R'yat's preferred weapons are his smart mouth and sharp tongue. He never ever backs down from an argument, and lives to engage in a battle of words, often playing deliberate contrarian in heated debates with his wingmates just for the sake of arguing. He has a direct brain-to-mouth connection and no governor on his tongue, and will speak his mind even if it hurts people he cares about. He would rather be honest with you than have you believing a falsehood.
He's not a complete tunnelsnake, though. If you are his friend (and yes, he does have friends), he will defend you to the ends of Pern, no matter what the reason, even if you are in the wrong. R'yat loves Western Weyr with all his heart and would do anything to protect his fellow Weyrfolk. He's a devoted dragonrider and wants nothing more than to destroy Thread, like it nearly destroyed him. He will protect and defend anyone in danger, especially during Threadfall, putting himself on the line to do so. The risk to his own safety is worth it.
R'yat is a clever man and fairly intelligent. He enjoys being challenged, and will often go about deliberately doing something the hard way because it's more of a challenge that way. He throws himself at life and dance with a fierce, determined abandon. Once he is challenged with something he wants to achieve, he goes after it with astonishing single-mindedness. He is the absolute best at what he does. Just ask him. Self-confident and egocentric, he is possessed of a sense of self-worth as big as all outdoors. R'yat's competitive nature reflects most strongly in his dance. He attacks all forms of dance with the same fierceness as he attacks everything else, and this gives a wild passion and power to his performances
Positive Trait List clever, protective, devoted, dedicated to fighting Thread, honest
Negative Trait List mercurial, volatile, sharp-tongued, arrogant, risk taker
History:
Riyat was a foundling, taken in as an infant by one of the members of Courtesan Hall in Western Hold. It's unknown who his parents were. He was raised in the Hall by whomever had the time and desire to care for him, usually the staff, but sometimes one of the residents of the Hall. Luckily he was a little charmer, so he had a lot of willing aunties and uncles to take care of him. He learned dance at an early age, and loved to perform for the members of the Hall, who thought he was just the most delightful little thing. Encouraged, young Riyat learned all styles of dance, from pure classical interpretive dance to partner dances to seductive solo dance. At 14 he officially became an apprentice of the Hall and began performing publically with them, proving to be a star attraction at feasts and Gathers as well as during more private performances.
The return of Thread virtually destroyed his dreams of becoming a Master Courtesan. Caught outside, he got badly scored on his right calf and was nearly crippled. He quickly forced himself to walk again, but there were some dance moves he was no longer capable of doing, and it broke his heart and made him seethingly angry at Thread for ruining his life.
Shortly after that first Threadfall, a rider from Western Weyr came through on Search. Riyat found himself Searched by the rider's dragon, and had a difficult choice to make: stay at the Courtesan Hall, or go to the Weyr and learn to become a dragonrider? Ultimately it was his hatred of what Thread did to him that spurred him to accept the invitation to the Weyr. It didn't take long either, as he Impressed bronze Odunith his second try on the sands. R'yat immediately threw himself into his studies, proving to be an apt (if temperamental) Weyrling. He has since proven himself an apt (if temperamental) dragonrider who pursues Thread with a fury and hatred only a few can relate to.
Other: He has a little gold flit named Precious, hatched from an egg given to him by one of the residents of the Courtesan Hall. A clever girl, she often performs with him while he dances, doing acrobatics in the air around him.
DRAGON
Name: Odunith
Age: 3
Color: Bronze
Size: 41'
Physical Description: An elegant, handsome beast of average size, built long and slender with heavy, powerful wings. His hide is a rich deep bronze that glitters along the trailing edges of his wings..
Personality: Vanity, thy name is Odunith! This dragon is as convinced of his own awesomeness as his rider is. He feels he is the most handsome bronze ever shelled and is meticulous about keeping his hide well-oiled and clean, the better to show off his elegant build and glittering hide. For all he's a vain creature, Odunith adores his wingmates, as well as his clutchmates, especially his brother brown Teth, whom he feels a particularly fierce protectiveness toward. He is just as confident in the air fighting Thread, and while he doesn't have the tight turning radius of some of the smaller dragons, he is still pretty quick on the wing, with long powerful wing strokes and a massive flame. This bronze is fierce in general, not just fighting Thread; during gold flights (and he only pursues golds -- they're the only ones worthy of his awesomeness) he gives no quarter to his competition, occasionally snarling at them or cutting them off during the pursuit. He's determined to win one day!
Odunith adores His and believes that R'yat is the most amazing talented dragonrider that ever lived. It was R'yat's boldness and belief in himself that drew him to the man, as well as his hatred of Thread. His love and belief help temper some of R'yat's worst tendencies and keep the man's volatility in check. He also brings out the best in his rider, the confidence and cleverness and devotion to his wingmates. The dragon's love is returned in equal measure by R'yat. |
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2020 9:00 pm
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Name: Prueh
Age: 20
Nameday: 3556.02.13
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: lesbian
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider/Searchrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Runnercraft, trained at home by her mother
Physical Description: At about 5', Prueh is a relatively tiny little thing, both in height and build. She's wiry, though, and much stronger than she looks from growing up wrangling runners. Her hair is honey-brown in color, straightish with a slight wave and fine in texture, hanging somewhere between her chin and her shoulders. Her big brown eyes are set in a tanned, roundish face with a high forehead; her eyebrows and wide eyes give her a perpetually concerned expression. She has a wide happy smile, though, when she allows it.
Not much for dresses or skirts, she prefers to wear loose comfortable pants and ankle boots, with sleeveless vest-type tops laced or buttoned up the front. She'll wear longer sleeved shirts beneath her flight gear, though, for the warmth and protection. She prefers muted earth tones.
Personality:
Prueh has a generally happy disposition, despite the look of mild concern she wears. She's not exactly what you'd call a people person, but she doesn't dislike people, though she's friendliest with her wingmates and those she already knows. Something of an introvert, she usually needs some time to decompress after too much socializing, and her preferred decompression method is to knit. Prueh finds knitting relaxing, almost meditative, even though she can easily focus on other things like listening to a harper or carrying on a (admittedly limited) conversation while knitting. She's knitted long enough that she knows how to do something like knit socks pretty much from memory, and she takes requests.
Prueh is possessed of a dogged determination and tenacity. She's a tiny fierce thing who won't stop working on a task until she has accomplished it, even long after she should have just given up (it becomes a matter of principle at that point). A willful, obstinate girl, she can be impossibly bull-headed and persistent when she sets her mind to something. She is contrary as anything and will deliberately do what she's told she can't or shouldn't do just to show 'em. And oh, how Prueh hates relinquishing control. The girl can't stand not being in charge of a project. She likes to control a task from start to finish, and if she requires help on something she will hover and supervise and drive you up the wall. She'd really much rather do it herself (and so would everyone else, pretty much).
Curious as a feline, she wants to know ALL THE THINGS. Prueh loves nothing more than poking at mysteries, sticking her nose in unexplored places and shaking the box to try to figure out what's inside. She is quick to pick through knotty problems, patiently studying them and analyzing them until she can take them apart and find out how they tick. She loves learning new things and is a quick study, even (and especially) when she is studying on her own. And her patience usually pays off -- she's always finding new mysteries to pick apart. She's quite patient -- she knows she'll wear down the mysteries she finds eventually and they will spill their secrets.
Positive Trait List Persistent, good natured, inquisitive, patient
Negative Trait List Contrary, control freak, deeply introverted, obstinate
History:
Prueh was born on a small runner hold on the border of Keroon and Igen, on the edge of the desert. She grew up around runners, and could ride practically before she could walk. She learned the ways of runners from her mother Petrah, a Runnercraft Journeyman; before she hit her teens she was caring for the hold's runners, feeding and grooming them and mucking their stalls. And riding. Lots of riding. Prueh was happiest around her runner friends, and they loved her in kind. By the time she reached age 17, the girl was ready to settle into a career of runner rearing and training and eventually figured she would take over the hold.
Then Thread returned.
It wiped out over half the hold's stock, destroying the fragile non-stone buildings. Prueh and her mother managed to make it to the root cellar, but the rest of the hands weren't so lucky. Prueh was devastated and furious -- Thread wasn't supposed to come back! It had been destroyed! The songs said so!
Several sevendays later, a dragon appeared in the sky over the hold. It was a searchrider from Benden Weyr, looking for likely Candidates for becoming a dragonrider. Prueh was fascinated by the enormous blue beast -- she'd never seen a dragon before, much less ridden on one, and she fell immediately in love with it. Him? She had no clue. Then the dragon spoke to her, telling her she'd make a fine dragonrider! Before she could react, the dragonrider had swept her up and was hauling her to the dragon's back with the announcement she was going to live at Benden Weyr now and that he'd come back for her things. There were eggs on the sands!
Prueh arrived at Benden with just enough time for the most rudimentary of training as a Candidate before it was time for her to stand with the other potential dragonriders for the clutch to hatch. And hatch it did, dragonets spilling across the Hatching Ground looking for Theirs. One dark brown hatchling headed for her, and as she looked into his whirling rainbow eyes he said his name was Inobeth. Would she be His? Of course she said "Yes!"
As a female brown rider, Prueh was treated like an aberration by most of the male riders. While there had been female riders of blues and even browns in the past, not many of them were from Benden, which held traditional values above all else (except their vaunted legacy, of course). The girl was fairly miserable there, though she did complete her Weyrling training even better than some of the boys. Inobeth discovered a knack for Searching during sweeps, and this gave the pair the break they needed from the torment, flying all over the eastern part of the continent by themselves looking for new Candidates.
When Western Weyr was mentioned to Prueh as a transfer option a couple of Turns later, she and Inobeth jumped at the opportunity. Maybe Western would be less… unkind. And it was, and is! She has settled in very nicely at her new home, riding Searches and fighting Thread.
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Inobeth
Age: 4, shelled 3572. 06.17 at Benden Weyr
Color: Brown
Size: 32'
Physical Description: Tightly compact and muscular, small for a brown, hide so dark it's nearly black, golden brown swirls and spots across his shoulders and back
Personality: Inobeth knows he's smaller than most browns and even some blues, but he doesn't let that stop him from living large compared to other dragons. He's fearless and bold but not pushy or aggressive (unless he's fighting Thread), then all bets are off because he has a JOB to do! This brown is nearly as nimble in the air as a blue; he is able to turn on a wingtip and chars Thread with a short, wide burst of flame; he's got the stamina of a brown, though, and can stay in the air through an entire 'Fall. Around other dragons, he's fairly light-hearted in temperament, a happy, friendly fellow. He loves flying almost as much as his rider does, and he loves riding Search as much as she does as well. He has a real talent for picking out good Candidates for Impression, with the vast majority of his selections going on to Impress.
Inobeth chose Prueh because of her quiet determination, obstinance, and patience; he felt he could benefit from her patience and stability and help tone down some of her control-freak nature, and that she could benefit from his boldness and sociability. Together they are a perfect pair. |
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