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Name: L'nik (Formerly Lennik)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ????????????
Craft: Tannercraft
Rank: Journeyman
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: L'nik is, to his disdain, both shorter and less muscular than his mother, though he has the same grey eyes and dark hair. His skin is darker than his mother’s and he doesn’t have the same wine-stain markings as her.
Personality: L'nik has a few things going for him: Mother issues, Daddy Issues, and Eosphoth-is-the-only-one-who-listens-to-him issues. He’s got a slightly rough edge around his temper and while he can reign it back, it isn’t something he exactly likes doing. A lot of his teenage years were full of 'This is the only way anybody pays attention to me' outbursts and now he's in a situation where he's trying to undo the damage of puberty on his reputation. He tries to not be that ‘nobody understands or listens to me’ kid because he’s going into his adult years, but L'nik often feels just like that: The unwanted child who wasn’t planned for and feels like was left to the wayside for a dragon.

Despite this, L'nik doesn’t hold grudges - they're just not constructive and he has better things he could be doing with his time. Most things, outside of his personal family issues that have been built up for 15+ years, are water under the bridge. And he'll happily row his boat down that river. Knowing he's built up some bad karma, there has been some things he's set up to try and fix it. He's been the first to extend his hand in apology when he's messed up or caused a scene, and does his best to forgive once the ball is in his court. Sometimes, however, it doesn't seem all that sincere - he can't help it, it's a bit more practiced than a thought-filled gesture by this time.

In fact, L'nik accepts most of his faults and generally knows that yes, he’s a mess and he’s trying to better that part of himself. By himself. Because L'nik isn’t about to reach out for the Dragon-Therapist that is bonded with his mother. He’d rather go at it alone and not let anybody else tell him what he already knows about himself. He doesn't want your advice about his flaws, really. He's got it. He's really got it (He doesn't got it, and it will become an apology cycle).

L'nik wants to be a self-made man, after all.


History: A surprise birth from Eosphoth’s first flight, Lennik is his mother’s only child and frankly, he hates that. Not because he wants siblings, but that he feels like he’s his mother’s accident. She never planned for him, and he’s closer to his grandfather than Danzik. Hell, sometimes he feels like he’s closer to an absent father he doesn’t know than he is to his mother.

His young life has been mostly uneventful, mostly marked by watching a few Hatchings and making riding gear for Dragons as the rest his his family has been known to. He felt like his life was going on repeat until Thread returned - and with it, hopefully a chance. Suddenly what he and his grandfather did became a lot more useful and while it has given him temporary purpose, it has set his eyes more than ever on what his mother seemingly has ignored him for: a Dragon.
Other: Danzik’s son.  

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Brown Hessianth
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Origin of Name: Hessianth's name is derived from the rumored origin of Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Hessians were the 18th century German auxiliaries contracted for military service by the British government. It was thought that the Headless Horseman was once a Hessian Soldier, killed during the Revolutionary War by an American canon. The canon blew his head off on the field, and his body was taken from the area, away from the shattered remains of his head, and buried in the Dutch community of Sleepy Hollow. Every Halloween, this malevolent spirit rises, and haunts the town in search of his missing head.

Inspiration: Hessianth is based on the concept of The Headless Horseman. Usually, these types of spirits are considered a type of faerie, called the dullahan. They are headless, demonic creatures that usually ride a horse, wield a whip from a human spine, and carry their head with the. This sort of motif has been traced back to the middle ages.

In some cases, the Headless Horseman have the power to inflict death on others. In some cases he kills them himself, hoping to wear their head; in others, once he stops riding, he will point to an individual and call out their name, killing them instantly. Some legends have him blow a horn to signal to local hunters not to ride the next day else risk an accident. In Indian Folklore, the Headless Horseman, called a Jhinjhar, is actually looked upon as a heroic figure. They are said to be born out of violent and wrongful deaths that occur while protecting innocents.

The Headless Horseman is thought to be deterred by those who wear gold, or if gold is placed in his path.

Personality: Hessianth is a dragon who is loud and proud, and you can bet he does't give a damn about what you think. He is a brown who has embraced Western's culture, and isn't the sort of dragon to find himself limited by the color of his hide. He will do what he wants, when he wants, and just let Strigonth try to order him around -- it ain't happening. This brown is a very independent creature, who does things his own way. This doesn't necessarily make him a rebel against the rules, provided the rules make sense and go along with his own beliefs -- it also means he's more than happy to work by himself, or take charge as needed.

This can get the brown in trouble when he's in one of his moods. Hessianth is a very strong-willed creature, and he will not be reasoned with when he truly feels strong about something. If he wants to defy his Wingleader's orders, Hessianth won't have any trouble telling them to suck an egg and do something else entirely; if he wants to chase a queen when his wing is strained, then by Faranth he's going to give it his all, and ensure that he wins, wing muscles be damned. If he doesn't like you, you'll know, and he won't fake being friends for his riders sake -- nope. Honestly, Hessianth's rider is the only one who might be able to reason with this brown, and even that might not always come easily.

Hessianth's rider will find that this brown has a healthy streak of dark and somewhat morbid humor. He looks at the world with a smile, it seems, and isn't particularly distressed over death, dying, or other taboo and serious subjects. Life is dreary enough -- the least they can do is laugh at it, right? He's a passionate creature, but one that enjoys a good laugh -- and if it's at someone's expense, so what? He's happy to pick on himself or his rider just as easily as equally as anyone else in the Weyr. While he understands not everyone appreciates his brand of humor, he'll share it willingly, even if he's the only one laughing.

To add fuel to the flame, Hessianth isn't apologetic in the least. If he does something wrong or hurts someone, he's not the sort to feel the need to whimper or roll over with regret. Even if he does regret a past action, he probably isn't going to let anyone but his rider know. He goes through his life not giving much of a damn about who he offends or upsets -- not because he doesn't care, but because he knows that you can't go through life without cutting off a few heads...or at least making a few enemies.

Thankfully, Hessianth is a good dragon, despite some of his jokes, and unapologetic passions. His actions tend toward the honorable side, especially when innocents are involved. That's right, for all who think this loud and dominant brown is a monster, they will find themselves mistaken. In fact, Hessianth is quite a good dragon-- he has a bit of a hero complex, and will stand up on the side of good every time. Saving Pern is something he actually loves to do. Fighting Thread, serving its people, risking his life for the betterment of those who cannot help themselves -- this is what Hessianth was born to do! He's a natural soldier, and won't hesitate to stick up for those who cannot help themselves. Given a chance to pay hero, Hessianth will do so, every time.

Positive Traits: Independent, Passionate, Heroic
Negative Traits: Unapologetic, Unreasonable, Dark Humored

Adult Size: 40'

Physical Attributes: Hessianth is a big brown. He is stocky, and while not particularly tall, he is very strong. He's surprisingly fast on the ground, though his neck might be a bit too short, and his tail a few inches too long. Thankfully, though, he makes up for that with big wings, and a solid stamina. He can keep up with the smaller bronzes easily.

Additional Notes: He tends to find humor in Fantoth's tricks, and is known to egg the other on; he will also be protective of the more delicate siblings in his clutch. He tends to despise Tinanath and Illiandinth, and will happily sneer at Strigonth. This brown submits to no one, and any gold who forces their will upon him will find his ire. Furthermore, his rider is his world, and he will not be keen to share them.

Hessianth loooooooves head scratches. No matter his mood, this brown will turn into a puddle of goo if his rider scratches his eyeridges or headknobs. The peculiar thing is, he only likes it when his rider does it; with other humans, he will likely not allow them to get anywhere close to his head or face. He says his head is sensitive, and only his rider knows the best spots; mostly, this brown just has hangups and only trusts his rider that close to his face. He'll have no such hangups when it comes to other dragons, and will happily bump his head against his clutch sibs and others, but when it comes people and their pointy fingers, he prefers his riders touch to theirs.

Faranth forbid he ever get a face injury or need a dragonhealer to inspect his mouth.

Theme Song: Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Why Me? Hessianth sees great things in Lennik, and plans on turning them into a powerhouse pair. When Hessianth looks at his rider, he sees all his faults, his flaws, and all his mistakes -- but he accepts each and every one, and believes them to be nothing more than stepping stones towards strength. He'll be the rock Lennik needs when life starts to get him down, and he will remind him of his greatness every day. His rider need not ever feel poorly about himself again, because Hessianth picked the best of them. If Lennik loses his cool or his temper shows, this brown won't judge him -- in fact, he might simply laugh, and encourage him to shrug it off. Where his rider feels guilt, Hessianth is happy to assure him that life goes on -- really, he doesn't have to apologize for anything!

While Hessianth loves his rider exactly as he is, he can appreciate Lennik's desire for personal growth. He knows they both have a long way to go to become great heroes, and he'll encourage the man to reach for the stars. There is nothing they can't accomplish together. What the brown doesn't know is that his rider's need to better himself will likely rub off on him over time. Lennik could well get his dragon to be half-way reasonable, and maybe even apologize without prompting. On the flip-side, where his rider is emotionally reclusive, Hessianth won't have any problem sharing his passions. He feels strongly about everything, and while his rider might be able to temper his darker or more violent feelings, Hessianth might encourage Lennik to really feel.

 

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The Plaid NPC Egg
The emotions were too intense, and this dragonet could wait no more. The egg, which had been off to the side, suddenly wiggled and shook violently. With a loud crack, it shattered, and a large brown dragonet rolled onto the sands. He didn't even bother to shake off the egg goop or shell shards -- no. Like Frankenstein, this brown roared defiantly, and ran right into the fray. It tried not to run into anyone -- but those who did not get out of his way would find him pushing them, hard, to the side.

He had somewhere to be, damnit!

First though, he would attempt to help get the now mauled form of Farellan out of the way, scratches and bites be damned. Gripping onto the boy -- whether he was alive or dead, it mattered not -- he pulled, hard, and would drag him aside if he could.

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The Plaid Brown
In his haste, the brown wasn't at all apologetic to anyone he might have run over or hit. There was no time for apologies even if he had desired to give them -- which he did not.

Farellan had been his focus, and he was able to help drag and pull him from the fray. The brown dragon was grateful when Martirae helped him with Farellan, and very soon, there were many surrounding them. The boy would, hopefully, be okay, and the brown felt much better.

He did turn his head to stare at his white brother, and was pleased when he Impressed. That was one less to worry about, as far as the baby was concerned. With wings flared, the brown started circling his fighting brothers, pulling back Candidates who might look to draw too near.

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The Plaid Brown
Now that its brothers were Impressed, the brown paused to look around. He stretched his wings, and gave a loud bugle, hoping to startle some of the nearby Candidates. Don't look at Banshee, look at him!

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Attention? Lennik would give every dragon the attention it so wanted except - except the sudden movement of Vimiath drew his attention away. "AUNT TALLY!" he nearly shouted and suddenly the wellbeing of the older woman was all that mattered to him.

That and the wellbeing of those around him, which on the note... "Egg on the run!" He warned, pulling both Ayla and Isilje back towards him to make sure the special delivery didn't run over either of them. Then he began to laugh. It was quite the change of show!

"Quite the little runnerbeast, hmm?" He asked, looking to Rio.

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The Plaid Brown
The brown continued to stalk among the Candidates, pausing now and then to look at a boy here, a girl there. It was clear he was searching for his, but who would it be? He let his wings fold back, and he moved with confidence. If anyone got in his way, he'd push them aside, and non-too-gently. Where was his among this group?

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The plaid brown dragon continued to search high and low among the crowd, before something finally caught his eye. He paused when the Egg-On-Legs almost mowed a group of Candidates down, and he gave a small snort of amusement. Ah, but it was not the egg that had his attention, but someone in the group.

Strutting over, the brown dragon did not hesitate. The girls were utterly ignored, for it was Lennik that this brown had wanted. Giving a loud, happy bugle, his eyes whirled rainbow as he found his missing piece. He pushed his head firmly into the others chest, and if he swatted at the other girls with his wings to give him space, well, that couldn't be helped and he was not at all sorry about it.

This was his and he would share him with no one else.

My heart, my love, my Lennik. Tear yourself away from these others, and follow your Hessianth for now and for always. Together, we will be unstoppable, and the world will come to know our names. The brown wanted nothing more than to share this moment wit the boy and no one else. Pity he had to be surrounded by so many.

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"Some eggs are! Though I will say that a new one..." he stated with a slightly off laugh. Whoever impressed that baby was going to have to hold on for the ride! With the girls safely out of the way, however, he was able to reassess the sands. It looked like there was a blue making demands (still, how amusing), a green who definitely preferred the girls (it couldn't have gone wrong with Marty, but no, it moved on. Shame), and the brown who had tried to pull the mauled Farellan off the sands earlier.

And now it was walking, with some purpose, towards them. Almost immediately, Lennik removed his arms from Alya and Isilje (Alya, Alya his hand. His hand plz. He needed that), ready to make sure everybody moved out of the way as apparently this dragon was ready to scope out their potential theirs from all of the candidates and well...he wasn't about to get anybody mauled by holding them too close.

In fact, he was trying to enforce his rule about 'keep a dragon unless it's obviously yours at duck-and-cover reach' quite firmly when the darn thing kept coming at him. Then it struck him like a blow to the chest - or rather, his head did. His expression immediately dropped from the laces of concern and candidate etiquette as the voice pushed into his head and he gazed into those rainbow eyes.

My heart, my love, my Lennik.

He had spoken with Eosphoth enough that he'd thought he understood. But the absolute presences that began to twine into him and him into it was nothing like he'd ever dreamed it would be. The thoughts of the dragon edged their way around his, though not carefully, as though finding the gaps where it would fit and in some cases, pushing things around to make room for themselves.

Tear yourself away from these others, and follow your Hessianth for now and for always. Together, we will be unstoppable, and the world will come to know our names.

Understanding crept in as Hessianth's very being settled up against his in so many ways and even without asking, he reached out to draw his fingers over the brown's headknobs, seeking out a spot just below one of them where his head met his neck to rub it gently. The brown craned his head to one side, an appreciative kreel escaping his throat. It was a rather odd spot for a dragon to want to be rubbed, but Lennik had no problems with finding it. He just... knew.

Of course you do. Just as I know. he thrummed, and the pair stood there simply looking into each other for perhaps longer than a pair should have remained on the sands after impression. But he found himself running his other hand over the perfect edges of the brown's head and tracing a finger over the swirling markings on his neck. This neck ridge here, this was it. He rubbed along it and Hessianth leaned his entire neck into it, previously rainbow eyes whirling with a mix of blue and purple. Every inch of Lennik's brain seemed to fire off with waves of absolute emotion that wasn't his.

It was surreal.

No, it is only surreal if I chose poorly. And I know you know I didn't. Even if you are bizarrely dressed. Not as bizarrely as Strigonth's! Have you seen him? Oh, come look with me. the brown didn't give the other candidates so much as another glance as he began to lead the charge back towards the Weyrling's table. Lennik, on the other hand, gave the other three candidates a very confused look.

"Good luck. Hessianth and I will be waiting," he said, voice sort of day-dreamy as he trailed off after the brown. Hessianth paused a few times to consider his still roaming and unimpressed siblings, taking a moment to watch The Mauve Blue and spreading his wings out encouragingly. I think it's starting to work! Keep at it! he said, though there was a private chuckle that Lennik felt for only himself. Lennik couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he was let in on that joke, however.

Oh wait.

L'nik.

 

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