lol no. colorist, chauvestic bronze? For THIS? Woof. Nah they betweened and croaked.
Name: Rahmsii Age: 20 Nameday: 3555.12.13 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: He hasn’t put much thought into it. Craft: Leathercrafting Rank: Candidate Location: High Reaches Weyr Song: Significant Other:
Physical Description: Rahmsii is a short squat person, but one full of wiry strength. He stands around 5’2, easily short enough to be an elbowrest to most of his friends. At a first glance one might think there’s nothing but softness under his cloak. His shoulders are broad, his limbs thick from a life of physical work. Rahmsii quite enjoys carrying something heavy over his shoulder and wagging his brows at someone who might not believe he’s not capable of doing so.
Rahmsii has an apronfold of soft belly. Legs and thighs with more softness than muscle making him look pearshaped. He’s quite pale despite being out in the sun so much. Blue veiny lines seen in the soft padding off his arms. There are quite a few scars on him. Mostly on his hands from his crafr. He has knuckles full of rings, pounded from dull mined metal. Places on his knuckles are covered in pink and white scars where has buried his teeth in as a child, a habit he used to indulge in while aggravated or overstimulated. His face is square, his chin soft with a double shadowing under it.
His cheeks having a dark, patchy shadow growing in that he prefers to keep just barely enough stubble to cover his face. Rahmsii’s cheeks are round and a bit red, making him smile like a waxing moon. Slowly growing and lighting up when he finds reasons to laugh. His smile is full of crooked teeth, hidden by thick full lips, some spun in their places others a bit too sharp. Rahmsii daintily laughs behind his hand, his smile is one of the only things he’s self conscious of.
Long dark hair squarely framing his face. Growing in thick and usually getting tucked behind his ears. Occasionally he’ll twist beads or cloth into it if he feels the need to look more presentable than usual. Rahmsii is seldom seen without his earring, a small jewel studded through his left ear. He wears dark colors usually, he feels naked without a fur around his shoulder to bury his face into while he’s thinking.
Personality: Rahmsii has a stern expression. His eyes sharp, brow furrowed, lips almost always pursed. It’s offputting and unattractive, and hardly indicative as to what's going on inside his thick skull. Usually he is much brighter spirits than he lets on. Surely less judgmental than he looks, as well. He leans into conversations that he may not be welcome in, giving his two cents anyway. Thinking sometimes he is more welcome than he is. Rahmsii takes nudges to budge out occasionally as a challenge, and finds it not worth to be hurt over if someone gets cross about it.
You are likely to find Rahmsii laughing, even when alone he’ can still be in fine spirits. He keeps to himself generally, finding comfort in the quiet din of his hobbies and his work. Rahmsii is a bit hard to understand sometimes. He can be easily overwhelmed needing a few moments to collect himself and his thoughts. Other times savagely working his teeth into his knuckles to exert needless anxiety or frustration, something he has (mostly) grown out of. It appears in moments of extreme duress. For as far as bad habits go, it’s probably not the worse he could have picked up.
At what his worst, he was be prone to flying off the handle letting his anxiety and temper get away from him. Its only ever directed only on himself, never wanting others in his crosshairs. His long hair pulled - lip bitten to bleed, thoughts whirling too quickly now and again. It has become much better over time! A life with understanding friendships, and especially learning to be patient with himself helps him think far more clearly in times of distress.
To work his way through things means affording himself patience and understanding that not everyone can handle things easily, and that its okay to be working on one’s self. This has grown to extend to others, he’s particularly good at picking up when someone’s being far too hard on themselves. Rahmsii is at his best when he keeps busy, his mind on his next project, working on a skill. He flourishes when his routine is predictable. Learning leather crafting has become quite a blessing.
Routine of crafting, good people, and a cozy home at the Weyr has made him more able to think through his anxieties. His support system gives him desire to think his way through what’s bothering him and how to move all that anxious anxiety into his crafting projects. Throughout upheavals in his life he’s marked them by making something beautiful. A fine leather-backed journal when he became searched, an intricate canine collar while he’s dealt with a difficult ‘family’; seeing something lovely in a time of stress helps him keep his nerve. It feels like he spent his times of hardship doing something constructive as well, rather than simply suffering his way through it.
He keeps a collection of finely cleaned bones and hides. Some are cast off from the leather and carcasses he’s used to working with. Some of them are from simply scavenging things from out in nature. Rahmsii considers them to be priceless treasures of his and keeps them hidden away with the most important of his things. Perhaps if he trusts someone an awful lot, he’ll show them the small skulls and bones he’s come to cover so preciously.
Positive Trait List Patient, Empathetic, Diligent Negative Trait List Paranoid, Obsessive, Temperamental
History:
From a young age Rahmsii knew his father was Renivar, the wealthy owner of the mining cothold Ramshii grew up in. He was never one of Renivar’s brood officially, born not to the man’s wife, but instead to Safina who he would see often and in secret. That was until Rahmsii was born one winter, proof of that scandalous union (heirs after all!), and turned cold on Safina in an instant. If Safina blamed her son of this, she never shown this. Her gentle guidance giving Rahmsii enough of a sense of compassion to keep from losing himself to his temper.
Rahmsii grew up working hard to keep his little family fed. His mother, who ailed (then later passed) of a wasting sickness. Scratching the land to grow food, to care for their pair of grazing cervine. He was no stranger to hunting - doing his best to keep anything on the table, and clumsily learned how to make basic leather goods. He is particularly skilled at making collars, his childhood canine Red having quite a few. It was enough to keep them from starving, as if Renivar cared about such a thing. If they were all to die as a heap of bones, he wouldn’t have any more gossip of his infidelity to his ‘strong’ marriage.
With the loss of Safina, he grew rather close to a wherhandler named Tikva. Rahmsii found it easy to laugh in presence no matter the nettle in his heart from loss. Free from that irritating, sympathetic ( or judgemental, depending on who it was) look that most others in the camp gave him. Tikva’s hulking bronze wher never seemed to mind that Rahmsii cooed to them like a canine pup, cradling their great head in his lap. It didn’t feel so lonely losing someone, when there was another shoulder to lean on.
The circumstances of Rahmsii’s search are a bit… scandalous. Told with a laugh when he’s had enough fine wine, and there’s someone to laugh with. Renivar’s only child, his heir to the camp, fell ill of the same sickness that stole Rahmsii’s mother. Between heir and lineage politics, and uneasy ties that revolved around greed and bloodlines Renivar sought (finally) to to acknowledge he had another child.
Acting as though he never had disowned Rahmsii and his mother in the first place, and what a beautiful thing family was! That Rahmsii should be heir to secure the financial future and Renivar's bloodline to the cothold.
Perhaps it was the anger he felt for Safina who was always so quietly brokenhearted and who had gone without for so long. Or perhaps it was their cloyingly sweet tone his "father" took. Perhaps it was Rahmsii being put on the spot in front of a small audience (as thought to make it so he couldn’t refuse). There were a thousand ways to deal with it, and Rahmsii to throw a punch and make a fool out of all of them! Refusing, wiping blood from his stinging knuckles, and shrieking about how Renivar ought to have just drown him like an unwanted kitten as a child - than allow him to live to try and make him look a fool... certainly was one of those choices.
Even though the riders wer there on business rather than search, Rahmsii must have made enough of an impression on them to be extended the choice of weyrlife. It led the easiest out, putting the small-town politics of the cothold far behind him. If they truly found Rahmsii worth of impression and not just a spectacle, its a mystery to Rahmsii. He hasn’t impressed since being brought to the weyr. He doesn’t feel too down about it, weyr life is is so busy compared to what he’s known. The work, the lessons, the people - all keep his mind and life on track. He had only see dragons in so few and far in between at his old home, he was happy to see the Weyr filled with their beauty. He’s eager to start another chapter of his life, to truley close the pages behind him.
Name: J'er, formerly Jeren Age: 51 Nameday: 3524.12.08 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Weyr: High Reaches Rider Rank: Wingrider Previous Rank/Craft: Vintner Song: Significant Other: Wa'ren of Brown Caironairth (Prism Shine)
Physical Description: Moderately tall J'er doesn't stand out when it comes to height. He's lean with sloped shoulders, with a look that says I'm eavesdropping. He probably is. His soot colored hair is long enough to be in the way of his eyes, the back staying finely trimmed. He takes great pride in its appearance, spending more time on those short follicles than the rest of his grooming put together.
At a glance J'er looks.. unfriendly. He keeps his jaw tense and teeth grit together looking like he'd rather be anywhere than where he currently is. The fact he constantly has his arms crossed doesn't really do him any favors either. He has very heavy shadow on his face, he refuses to commit to growing a beard (even if it grows in so thickly). It grants him an unkemptness to his appearance.
He prefers fine clothes and the more he needs to pay for it the better. He enjoys rich colors particularly in maroon and deep purple. The latest colors and trends fascinate him, and he doe's his best to keep up with them. He is solemn seen without a shawl draped across his shoulders, as he's always complains he's cold.
Personality: J'er is no nonsense and a rather proud man. He's worked hard so far in his life and is quite happy with how things turned out for him. He has no issues in seeing his own self worth (and could maybe use being pulled down a few pegs). He has difficulty seeing others being passionless, and looks down upon them. No matter what drives someone be it journey, art, trade, anything - the people he gets along with best are those who are self disciplined or rather sure of themselves.
J'er enjoys the company of others, but only so long he has a clear exit. Socialization is a quick spring rather than a marathon for him. He has no qualms about needing to speak with a stranger and offering them a drink. Shy is not word anywhere in his vocabulary, its terrible for business. He has a very sympathetic listening ear for those in need of it, hr just happens to "accidentally" eavesdrop. Often.
He has a terrible tendency to 'overhear' things. Working with and serving alcohol so long makes loose lips say interesting things, so his ears are ever trained. He never uses this information, so much speculates for his own amusement. He's nosy - and often outs himself into situations where its more likely for him to hear juicer tidbits.
J'er is used to doing as he pleases. He's grows irritable when he's told how to do something or what to do just to throw their weight around. His fuse is short with this. He has no issues raising his voice and blustering over someone trying to make his life difficult. However, he's not opposed to learning new ways to do things - he just needs to see the logic of it.
Positive Trait List Confident, Hardworking, Passionate Negative Trait List Shortfused, Nosy, Stuckup
History:
J'er was born to a whiterider mother and a winemaker father. Before J'er's life attached to his lovely blue, he learned his family's craft. He took to the work rather well, and had an eye for the bottles and labels that his family chose to use.
Even though he worked quite hard, he never quite received much approval from his father. He was the only child, a son at that, and it seemed to rile his father up whenever he got something wrong - as if it was out of spite or stupidity. His mother, in all her infinite gentleness hoped J'er wouldn't let those words linger in his heart. How she put up with that man all those years, out drinking and fooling - J'er couldn't tell you!
He saw much of Pern from the back of a caravan at this time, lugging their wares and supplying taverns all over.He's broke a few hearts, had his broken in turn - and preferring feeling nomadic. His family frequently traveled in groups, Wa'ren among them now and again. Sometimes turns passed between laying eyes on one another, but it always felt good to see a friendly face. Even if J'er had to shake his head when asked about the brownrider's brother. On such an occasion he received a firelizard from Wa'ren, hatching into a blue he named Sharptooth.
On a trip to High Reaches for business (and mostly to cheer on one of his cousins Standing), he sat to watch a hatching. Little did he know his life was ready to change forever with a small, splotchy egg that hatched. A delicate little blue did his best to climb into the stands, keening pitfully. Gray with exertion it whimpered J'er darling, how dare you be so far off from your Cyliodath! The voice in his skull boomed. J'er, speechless for once, could only marvel at the creature chastising him. Silently tearful - emotionally swept away with feeling the dragon's agitation and anxiety bloom into warmth.
Even if he didn't have candidate lessons under his belt, J'er tucked into his weyrling lessons with gusto. He was very much a teacher's pet, and quite eager to not make a fool of himself and somehow make himself worthy to Cyliodath.
After graduation, he chose to be unaffiliated. He returned to his family, finding he missed their life together. He took to his own trading routes and companions. Until thread shown itself once more. He chose to return to High Reaches. The world can live without one of his trade for favor of another plume of fire in the skies.
Name: Cyliodath Age: 22 Color: Blue Size: 33' Sexuality: Song: Significant Other: Brown Caironairth, of Wa'ren (Prism Shine)
Physical Description: Cyliodath is large for a blue, pushing the maximum size for his rank. Despite this he rather thin and wispy. His legs are long and lean. His tail is thin whip, constantly flicking when he's thinking. Cyliodath is well muscled with small wings that fold quite fan-like onto his back. He's unfurling them any time he's irritable in some kind of attempt to puff himself up.
Cyliodath's head is thin and has a rather pointed snout. It sits on a long, graceful neck giving him a lovely silhouette. His headknobs are large and nearly swooping. Luck has spared him from serious injury, a few scored spots have healed, breaking the pattern on his lovely hide. Vain about his appearance, he is incredibly self conscious of this.
Cyliodath is a dragon of movement. He's never seen without drumming his paws or tossing his head. He has quite a difficulty sitting still, even when trying to rest in the ledges. He needs to sit up, or arrange his wings this way and that. He never seems to tire from his restless fidgeting.
Personality: Cyliodath is a bit of a prickly dragon. He's hard to please even when it comes to himself. He's rarely satisfied with things he accomplishes and is overly harsh when it comes to self critique. He thinks he can always fly faster - push himself harder. He is tempered by J'er's own confidence.
Cyliodath is reserved in his affection. Very few receive warmth from him, and should treasure this rare gift. He doesn't take to others easily, and finds himself at a loss on how to relate to others. He often doesn't feel like he belongs, even if its mostly in his own head. He sees a father figure in the white J'er's mother rides, and enjoys his easy company.
This blue feels like he needs to be in control. He likes things to go according to plan. Unexpected things throw him terribly off. Even something as small as an uninvited guest to breakfast.He needs to reconfigure in to ease his anxieties. J'er easily soothes his dragon with his social graces. Its much less scary when someone is taking care of it for you.
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TRESPASSERS J’er of blue Cyliodath HP: 33/33 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 7 Flame Length: 7 General Stamina: 7 General Agility: 14 Between Accuracy: 6 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 7 Luck: 9
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Name: B’jor formerly Bejori Age: 32 Nameday: 3544.06.06 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: B’jor really doesn’t think about, he just “likes who he likes” Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider Previous Rank/Craft: Beastcrafter Song: Significant Other: Nonami, of Green Negoncath (Prism Shine)
Physical Description: Much like his dragon, B'jor is incredibly tall and well muscled. Quite a few need to look up when speaking to B'jor, or may feel more comfortable if the rider is sitting to address them. His face is square emphasized by a strong jawline, a slightly upturned nose sits in the middle. He has a beard he’s slowly growing long, it curls slightly towards the end. B’jor’s eyes are a light gray with heavy brows above them.
He has long sandy hair, braided and tied down the middle - preferring to keep the sides of his head shaved close to his scalp. His lightly tanned skin is covered in calluses and scars, he shows the wear and tear of a physical job - even more so now that Thread has started to fall on Pern. In theadfall both he and Mesikath sustained significant injuries. B’jor walks with a stick or cane, compensating for a badly scored leg. He favors his left side, and finds the ache terrible when the weather changes.
Personality: B’jor is a mix of an adventurous spirit and a go-with-the-flow attitude. B’jor lets the wind take him places much like his father. He's the happiest when he’s visiting interesting places in his spare time. He finds himself restless if he's in the same place for too long without any kind of respite, even if it's just finding a quiet spot in a patch of wilderness.
He's happy to deal with things as they come. B'jor has no mind for ambition. He's not interested in leading, or making some sort of enormous mark on things. He's content to do see new interesting things and do his part.
B’jor, while a solitary sort, is incredibly socially aware. He is aware of how he comes across, and how to read a situation so he won’t make a fool out of himself. He prefers his and Mesikath’s own company, finding most other people exhausted. The only exception is with his close loved ones.
B'jor is a man with a long fuse. He isn't easy to anger and if something ruffles him it's for good reason. He's adverse to conflict, to the dismay of Mesikath who tries now and again to get a rise out of him. B'jor can sometimes be far too closed off. He keeps his boundaries drawn rather clearly, preferring to keep his private life to himself. He's overly cautious with strangers, finding it hard to let people in.
Positive Trait List Unruffled, Long Fuse, Gentle Negative Trait List Reserved, Cautious, Restless
History:
Much of B’jor’s early life is uneventful. His mother died in child birth at High Reaches, and only bestowed him his name. Privately he thinks was meant for a daughter. He raised by creche when he was old enough. He finds this as no great personal tragedy or something to overcome. It happened far before B'jor could remember, feeling it strange to be sad about. He does however, holds the stories he's told of her close to his heart. His father Wa’ren saw him when he could in their own travels, even if it wasn't that often. They exchanged letters often, and B'jor feels a kinship to them even in their physical absence growing up. He never felt without his father's support, and still finds himself drafting a letter when he needs his advice.
At 15 turns, B'jor impressed to Mesikath at clutch open for swap at Western. It was one of the first clutches he stood for, expecting to go back home to High Reaches. An aggressive brown stood before B'jor with ichor-stained claws, eyes slowly losing their red tinge. B’jor seemed strong enough, according to Mesikath, and together they would take the world by storm.
B'jor took time to learn Beastcraft in the time before Thread. He worked as a shepherd, enjoying the work he did outdoors. He preferred the open spaces and quiet of the word he did. Even if he misses it immensely, the threat of Thread looming over Pern called him back to Western. The Weyr where his dragon was born, and the more democratic leaning made B’jor choose to stay.
During one of their first Threadfalls, Mesikath’s slower maneuverability in the air caused painful score down his face and eye. He was temporarily grounded for some time, and had to learn to compensate for his blind side. Mesikath begrudgingly had to learn patience through healing and to rely on others when he wished to do for himself. After being cleared to fly again, Mesikath started pushing himself hard in drills, fearful for another heavy injury. For once Mesikath's stubborn nature working in his favor. They reside still at Western, taking the fight against Thread rather seriously.
Name: Mesikath Age: 17 Color: Brown Size: 42’ Sexuality: Song: Significant Other: Green Negoncath, of Nonami (Prism Shine)
Physical Description: Mesikath is a noticeably large, brown dragon. He pushes the limits on size, and has a sheer bulk to him that adds to the illusion of he’s much larger than he truly is. He holds himself very still, keeping his head held prod and high. Mesikath isn’t a dragon to move without purpose, and rarely ever fidgets. He’d hate be seen as immature in any sort of way.
He slopes his shoulders and flares his large wings whenever he feels like throwing his weight around. Mesikath cuts an intimidating portrait. He is well muscled dragon, shaped more like a battletank than a flying beast. His limbs are thick and nearly rounded. His tail is more akin to a treebranch.
He has a rounded, wedge shaped head. His head knobs are small, and nearly rounded atop his head. Mesikath is barrel chested with a slightly rounded belly. He is a powerful flyer, using his brute strength to move quickly in one direction. He is far less adept at tight turns, and quick maneuvers. It was this slow reactivity that caused him to lose his left eye in threadfall. He was downed for quite a while to make sure he was perfectly healed, he is more cautious in threadfall as a result.
Personality: Mesikath is an aggressive dragon whose saving grace is B’jor’s more placid nature. He is spiteful to the point of arrogance, feeling that nothing can happen to him and no one knows any bit better than he does for himself. He was a terror in weyrling classes trying to do things that were out of his skills capacity - and it is some how a miracle that pair only escaped with remedial classes rather than scars. Mesikath has had a hard reality check being temporarily grounded healing the threadscore to his eye and head. He had to come to terms with the fact that he is not in anyway invincible, and he can not contend with Thread with the sheer force of his stubbornness.
He is more sociable than one would imagine. He has no issue in collecting friends, particularly those with less willful personalities so he may throw his weight around. So long as he feels someone is weaker than himself, he gets along with them fabulously. He has a soft spot for those who are vulnerable using his pugnacious attitude to give others a sense of safety - by having someone aggressive and frightening on their side so to speak. Mesikath is remarkably possessive over them, and frequently needs reminded to loosen his grip now and again.
B’jor’s own nature helps to temper the wildstreak in this brown. Mesikath impressed to B’jor thinking own desire and strength would push them both to greatness. B’jor was one that he could not simply cow into doing as he pleased. Instead the quiet thoughtful nature of his bonded helps put a halt into this wildfire before it blazes out of control. It gives this dragon gentler, contemplative moments. B’jor pushes him to have more an appreciation over his loved ones.
┗━━━━━━━━━ Firelizards ┗━━━━━━━━━ Family ❖ Unnamed Mother - Western - Deceased ❖ Wa'ren of Brown Caironairth - High Reaches Weyr - Father - Prism Shine ❖ Mirce of White Ocypoth - High Reaches Weyr - Half-Sister - houllow ❖ R'syn of brown Zynlith - High Reaches Weyr - Half-Brother - zombeikid
Impression Effect: Urzoh is about to find it much easier to think through situations, for all she need do is lean on Cartujanth a little. And she won't even have to try. It will flow more naturally, giving her insight and eloquence that she perhaps did not possess prior to Impression. +10 intelligence & charisma!
Physical Description: Urzoh, even by pernese standards, is incredibly tall. Most grown men have to tilt their head up their head up a breadth to look her in the eyes. She has wide, broad shoulders and nearly no curves to speak of. She’s corded in steel bands of muscle, ones she’ll flex and show off to a curious hand [especially if she’s drunk]. She has quite the sun’s out, guns out approach to clothing, all sleeveless. Urzoh will always pretend she’s not cold when her choice of clothing isn’t exactly weather permissible. She prefers wearing loose, baggy things hide any trace of curves or chest in.
Her hair is short and shaved close to the skull on the sides. When Urzoh’s lazy and doesn’t stay up with keeping her hair short you can see the black stubble growing along the side start to grow. She prefers it sticking up in all directions, particularly after a long day of heavy work outdoors. Any day that she is working with her hands and using her strength is a good one to her. Urzoh’s has full, upturned lips - rarely smiling, due to the crooked spaced teeth. It’s all framed by a square jaw. Her green eyes make her face look a bit too wide, being spaced far apart. Her bulbous nose in the middle of her face hardly makes that silhouette any better. Thankfully, Urzoh isn’t very bothered by appearances. She prefers function to beauty always.
Urzoh is littered with scars, some larger and deeper than others. As a child she was quite adventurous, getting into places she wasn’t supposed to be in. Climbing tall trees, rolling down rocky hills, chasing livestock and hooting when she ran with laughter. The most gnarly of the lot are splintered around her hands, where she had broken a few of the fragile bones trying to catch herself falling as a child during one of those spirited “adventures”.
Personality: Urzoh first and foremost is a fighter at heart, even before she had the strength and height to back her words with a bit of intimidation. Her first instinct as a child was to get aggressive when wronged, leap up a bullies back - pull hair - or throw the first punch! She’s incredibly bold, and feels backing down from something makes her look weak. She grew up getting into scrapes with other weyrbrats and frequently getting extra chores to try and straighten her noncompliance out.
Urzoh is awfully stubborn. She makes decisions for herself, and sometimes sticks to her ideals even when it isn’t exactly logical. She has a very hard time admitting defeat. Growing up her favorite Auntie became her support system, helping her think through situations more clearly. She can still struggle from her impulsiveness, but it has come a long way since being a youngling. Urzoh is passionate and blurs on the side of tireless. When she sinks her teeth into something she just can’t let it go until it's done or she finally loses interest by hyperfocusing on something else. She’s prone to going full throttle. She isn’t cheery or mischievous, but she certainly gets a bounce to her step or a sparkle to her eyes when she’s excited about something. She will talk your ear off for hours about something she loves, so watch out!
She is rather expressive. Urzoh is the sort to have her heart on her sleeve. She clearly speaks about her feelings and thoughts, not caring for those who may not care for her bluntness. She feels clear communication is the most ideal in any situation, no matter how delicate it may truly be at heart. Occasionally she is tactless, mostly when it comes to people she doesn’t know very well. With those she loves, she will take the emotions into the matter … if its a stranger, what is she really losing by saying how she really feels?
Urzoh will always be a bit territorial, trying to awkwardly bite her tongue on the most mundane things like shared hairstyles or similar tastes. She gets rather strongly attached to things, most positive being to her friends. Being so standoffish and aggressive, she doesn’t make many friends and it is rather hard won with her. She will do literally anything for those she cherishes. She trusts nearly blindly when it comes to these people, and if anyone would twist a knife of betrayal into her it would strike far deadlier and deeper in her than with others.
Positive Trait List Courageous, Altruistic, Tenacious Negative Trait List Relentless, Possessive, Obstinate
History:
Urzoh was the unplanned child of her green rider mother Ahyloh, her mother suspects that her father was a rather handsome bronze wherhandler named Uhnrye. Whether this is true, Urzoh could care less about. She never was particularly close to her parents, as far as her mother goes her parenting duties apparently ending once Urzoh came out in the world screaming and ready to throw hands. She grew up in High Reaches creche.
She was particularly rambunctious tiny one, no being her first and favorite word. Urzoh scuffled with the other young ones constantly. Whether it was over whose toy was whose, or the best treats Urzoh was always more than ready to make sure she and her friends were never overlooked.
She had a particularly favorite Auntie named Amilla that she learned to cook pastries from. She'll talk about them for quite a while if you ever ask her about her family. She was often sent to them as chores or to be disciplined, as they could generally get Urzoh to sit still and listen. While many others may have chided Urzoh for being so rambunctious, Auntie never once told her off about it, preferring instead to help put her excess energy into more converstructive things. That gentle advice became invaluable when she became of age to start standing for clutches. The tempered patience helped her focus on her lessons. As a child she would become disgruntled if she could not understand something with ease. Now Urzoh can focus on her studies and lessons knowing that she can ask for help rather than shut down about it. Urzoh knows she owes much to her Auntie, who treated her like a beloved daughter. After Amilla’s quiet passing, Urzoh becomes more pensive in the winter months. The start of a new year more of a reflection on how to become more of a person Amilla will end up being proud of.
Other: She makes fantastic fruit-filled cookies made into the shape of a flower. If she thinks of you as a friend, you’ll have more than you can ever eat!
Physical Description: A large green, Cartujanth has a long, graceful neck and tail, with an overall muscular build. Her chest is unusually broad for a green. She is a natural Theadfighter, and proud of it.
Personality:This green is keenly intelligent. Perhaps a little too intelligent, in fact, for she is very well aware of her place within the Weyr. And, it might be noted, deeply resents it. It is not that Cartujanth believes that she ought to be leading the Weyr, no. But the amount of disrespect cast upon those of her color and kind leaves her feeling extremely sullen when it comes to following orders. Sure, she'll do what needs to be done, but don't think she won't resent it if she feels she's being treated unfairly. Don't think she won't put it down on her list of grievances. While she might be a perfectly reasonable dragon on the whole, when it comes to the bronze club, she has a chip on her shoulder.
This hasn't exactly been helped keeping the company she's kept; it is very obvious that there has been a color bias in High Reaches Weyr, as well as within the clutch. She doesn't particularly care for the way that Candidates so clearly favor certain colors. Isn't she just as worthy? But don't expect Cartujanth to start some kind of uprising. That would go directly against her grain, as she is a warrior at heart... and this warrior is aware that that would be against her best interest and safety. What she wants more than anything is to face Thread, and she'll get her wish.
For all that she has a fierce temper, she is also a lively creature who enjoys life to the hilt. She's not a thrill junky, but she does enjoy showing off when it comes to drills and the like. And why not? Cartujanth is naturally suited to such things, with speed and skill that is as much inherent as it is earned. In fact, Cartujanth loves drills. As uncooperative as she can be, she'll join the ranks when it's time to be put through her paces. After all, she has so much to prove. Not to mention that she won't act against the good of the Weyr, however irritated she might be about the way it seems to treat its best fighters.
Physical Description:Sh'vel is rather tall and lanky. His shoulders are rounded, unlike the rest of him. He is naturally on the slimmer side, all angles and sharp edges. His face is thin with pointed cheeks. Sh'vel has bright green eyes with a wild tangle of brows above them. Sh'vel's face is square with a strong jaw. In the middle of his face is a small turned nose. His hair is light brown and awfully soft, sticking up with loose curls in every direction. Its a bit longer in the front, and he enjoys pushing it back and fussing with it whenever he's nervous.
Sh'vel's tan skin is covered with burns from working with ovens. His fingers have shiny, white scars, lines are burned on his belly and palms from being just a bit too careless with baking trays. Most of the time he's chatting just a little too much to focus. Sh'vel has a rather large shining scar down the left side of his face. While its from tripping over his own feet with a hot pan, he lets everyone assume the wild (and much cooler) ways it must have happened. Sh'vel loathes formal dress clothes and does away with them, even when its an important occasion. Most of his clothes are loose tunics with rolled sleeves and trousers, he likes to look comfortable.
Personality: Sh'vel is easygoing when it comes to others, always with a smile on his face and a relaxed coil to his gait. He's comfortable in his sociable skin, having no trouble speaking to just one or a crowd. He knows how to read people, always preferring to sit with someone who looks friendless just to see if he can make them laugh with some sort of jaunty story he drums up.
Sh'vel has never been one for books and learning. He respects scholars greatly but shards is it over his head. He mostly assumes when something looks too difficult to understand... he's just not going to get it. He's self defeating that way. That he's not quick thinking enough or smart enough. He avoids composing anything with words whenever he can, preferring not to have written proof of looking like an idiot. He has no reason to worry, however, everything is usually perfectly legible.
Sh'vel is a loyal beast at heart. Those who have earned a place of trust or in his heart he will go to the ends of the earth for. While his heart is in the right place, he can be rather overprotective. He hates hearing someone's having a hard time and needs reeled back from just trying to fix it all for them. Even of it burns him out. He's gladly take the stress for anyone just to spare them a bit of pain.
It makes him terribly self sacrificing, and hardly ever in a good way. He’ll blindly do for others if he considers them friend or family - even if everyone’s motives are not always so pure. Sh’vel’s been known to give his last mark to someone who might never pay him back - even though it meant going hungry. He’s had people think they can borrow from him- and take take take. Going without necessities because he feels others may have needed them more. He has a hard time creating boundaries with such people, and finds it hard to judge what is a healthy or unhealthy friendship.
Positive Trait List Friendly, Easy Going, Loyal Negative Trait List Overprotective, Self-defeating, Self-sacrificing
History:
The middle child of bakers at a cothold near to High Reaches, Sh’vel really just got lumped along with the rest of the three kids. The oldest of his siblings began their own life in a different craft, leaving Sh’vel to mind their young sister and to help his parents as much as they could. With quite a few mouths to feed, and a father’s alcohol habit to support there were hardly enough marks to keep them clothed. Sh’vel’s day was full, with very little time for learning as most children do.
He fell between the cracks - learning passable amounts, especially if it came in handy. He has a basic understanding of reading and writing, and can do math enough to get by. It’s a terrible sore spot for Sh’vel who had to become an adult in miniature to help his family skate by at a young age. He did his best to shield his sister from this. He started burning his candle from both ends to make sure there was no need for his sister to be anywhere but going to lessons. He blames his older brother a little… but if he had a way out he’d take it to.
Sh’vel’s escape did come with being searched. Thankfully it was after his father drank himself to death leaving more than enough to go around, and not having to worry about his mother and sister working themselves to the bone. He felt no guilt leaving, knowing that they could look after themselves without him. He took to candidate life well, even if it meant feeling passed over with each turn he grew older. Sh’vel worries terribly for them in this time of thread, near inconsolable with anxiety when he’s awaiting their letters.
Until… a little green dragon stopped in front of him on the sands. Him! Of all people! For a moment neither one of them spoke, needing just to embrace each other damp and covered in sand. Sh'vel mine, your Misuth knew you were worried… to be left alone again. Walking proud, frown hidden. Never, never will you go alone now.
Other: Sh'vel also has a fondness animals, felines of all sorts being his favorite. He has a hideous stuffed toy feline named Muffin, that is more tatters than stuffing but he can't bring himself to get rid of her.
Physical Description: Misuth is a leggy, lanky dragon. Her build is similar to a dancer, and is always walking lightly to hop and bob. Misuth's headknobs are large and swoop upward Her belly is the only curve on her, pudging outwards quite bit. Every now and again she gets self conscious about how they look on top of her thinly swooping head. Her wings are large sails, hanging heavily on her back. She's grown quite well into them!
Misuth is always swinging her head and tapping her paws to the music only she can feel. Her gait is fluid and graceful - she'll never be a dragon to stumble her footing or bump into another without meaning to. In the air she tries her best to look elegant! She favors showy twirls and quick turns in the sky.
Personality: Misuth is a friendly, warm-hearted dragon. Her ledge is a popular one and open to all. She's extremely affectionate loving to cuddle up and nuzzle anyone who stops to to chat. She's sometimes not the best at reading other people's boundaries, awkwardly ending up laying across dragons who sincerely do not wish to be snuggled up to.
Misuth is full of energy. She's never a dragon to be still. Constantly in motion her head is tilting this way and that, or picking up her feet in little excited steps. Misuth is a green who fidgets constantly always changing how she's seated or twirling in a different in the skies.
She always looks for the bright side in a situation. If there isn't one to be found, she'll make her own silver lining. On her best days her glass is eternally half full. She's excited to see what each new day brings, especially if she's to be meeting someone new.
Misuth is indecisive, she can never make her mind up. When it comes down to choice of prey or where to take a lazy glide above, she'll often deflect to Sh'vel to make a choice for her. Its taken her bonded quite a while to raise her confidence to take the plunge and allow her to enjoy herself no matter what decisions she makes.
Sometimes her indecision is a gateway for anxiety. She'll worry and ruminate over things far longer than she should - and if she made the "right" choice of something. She's been known to be up through the night fussing over any number of small things. While young, Misuth slept best pressed up to Sh'vel to drive these sort of thoughts away. Much too large for that now, she finds comfort in their thoughts together.
Additional Notes: Her flame, while hot, reaches a bit short. It took some practice but she has learned to accommodate this. Misuth prefers the Flight company of any color and gender. Even if she won't ever win gold flights, will Chase her little hearts out for as long as she has strength. She’s picky when it comes to those who will catch her in flight, they must have captured her hearts.
TRESPASSERS Sh’vel of green Misuth HP: 20/20 Status Effect: XP: Target Accuracy: 7 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 3 General Agility: 8 Between Accuracy: 3 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 2 Luck: 10
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 3:25 am
Name: Nona Age: 52 Nameday:3523.06.06 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual ;) Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Queenrider Previous Rank/Craft: Candidate Song: Significant Other: Amrit, of Bronze Chirakumath (Prism Shine), Amra, of Green Seirath (Hattaki)
Physical Description: Nona is tall enough to look most grown men in the eye, a habit she picked up to be far more intimidating than truly is. She’s rather round and heavy chested. Nona has muscle to her, and has no struggles keeping up with the demands of such an outdoor oriented life. She dances, frequently, finding much strength built from it. Nona’s skin is lovely shade of umber, her palms quite lighter. Her left fingers have a prominent scar, a gift from a [darling] firelizard when she had been trying hand feeding it to try and bond. Needless to say it did not work.
Her eyes are bright green, and always are wrinkled in gentle humor. Stress and an armful of children left quite a few crows feet and then some behind. She positively glows when she smiles. Nona smiles up to her eyes, and her grin nearly splits her face in two. Nona has long, black curly hair. She takes pride in keeping it looking lovely, taking care to braid it under hats when she goes flying - lest it become a windswept untameable mess.
Nona loves wearing bright shades of color, particularly with beautiful patterns. She keeps fires going in her rooms constantly, so her clothing isn't buried underneath heavy furs and jackets to stave off the frost.
Personality: Nona finds fun in being known. She loves her personal flair recognized, the sound of her loud voice immediately recognized from across the Weyr. She makes herself at home easily in any place in the weyr. She’s open-mouthed, and known to be quick tempered with anyone she feels is rubbing her the wrong way.
Nona is bouncy, and some how full of grace about it. She can never sit still, at the very least shifting from foot to foot. Preferring to dance, to spin, to put movement to the fluidity of her thoughts. If she must sit still her leg is constantly bouncing and her fingers drumming. Slouching in misery until she is freed from her music-less prison. She is full of grace and zest for living. Falling in love with each new day for the smallest of reasons, in the sunny seasons her reason for waking is sometimes just to observe the sun filtering through greenery. She becomes quiet bored easily otherwise, finding monotony in life if she doesn’t find simple pleasures to surround herself in.
If she does however, get too deep in monotony, Nona can be quite rash. Doing things for the sake of something new to be done with little regard for consequences. Most notable is painting the entire hide of her dragon bright green, trying to claim her darling was honestly green all along or perhaps it was a pox among dragons - to the horror of a handful of Healers until they realized the “joke”. She knows she's supposed to be setting an example for everyone being a queenrider and all, but what's life without a little fun!
For all of her whimsy, Nona does have practical tendencies. She’s not one to wax on about ‘what-ifs’ and other mundane sorts of worry. She sees, experiences, and feels fully in the present. She is keenly observant and prefers to let her worries be quieted to by logic or a good, strong drink.
Nona has some small sense of responsibility. It’s mostly reserved for the occasions that a goldrider is being an ambassador for her weyr. She can smile and mingle with the best of them, and pretend to know what social charm is. She also adores to help others with their lessons. She has learner a deep respect for those who make lessons and look after those learning. If any of them need assistance, she's quick to offer any help.
Nona is overly fond of alcohol, finding the best of times to be had inside of a tavern. Her tolerance is quite high due to this. She’s no stranger from letting the stress of the day go and ending up singing on top of the tables with anyone who feels up to having a good time.
Nona is quietly sensitive, taking criticism sometimes far more heavily than most others. Comments of critique in passing can be left festering in her heart, desperate to better and prove herself otherwise. It’s slumps like these Nona quiet appreciates the tranquility of her dragon, leaning on their calmness while figuring out their own negative emotions.
Positive Trait List Joyous, Practical, Cooperative Negative Trait List Overindulgent, Sensitive, Airheaded
History:
Nona was born to a family who bred runners, and had just about as many children as foals running around. The stronger, and swifter the better -foals that is. She has a great love for the creatures to this day. She was often responsible for her young siblings with such busy parents. She often had to teach them and look after them, lending to her love to tutor others when she can.
She was searched to Western weyr. She was never the best at candidate lessons - her mind always wandering. Not to mention she felt so constrained.. but she held onto the basics, buddying up with another who struggled and put their heads together to do just a little better at it together.
It good handful of hatchings passed when Shalbyath chose her. She scuttled onto the sand more like a trundlebug, trying to move her paws faster than her shaky legs would allow. Nona truly believes her little darling waited until she no longer expected her, humility and all that. Whenever its brought up between the two, they share fond laughter.
Shalbyath rises perhaps less than usual than other golds, and takes no preference who chases and wins. Nona unsurprisingly had an armful of children between thay and her love of tavern-life. Each of her children are raised closely and full of love. She has no mind being a mother, even if she hasn't another to share that duty with. She'll gladly put her wild and fun nights to the side to be sure all is well in her family.
Physical Description: Shalbyath is built a bit like a tank. Her limbs are short and stocky, her tail rather thick and branch like. A fair bulk of her size is settled in her shoulders and haunches, making her looking fair larger than her bulky self truly is. Her wings are large but not overly so, perfect for her habit of gliding and spinning through the night air. Shalbyath's head is round, even her snout has a bit of a bulbous end to it. Her head knobs are fairly tall upon her head, giving her a bit of a permanently surprised expression.
Personality: Shalbyath is a level headed creature. She is keen on helping Nona think through problems from all angles. Full of tranquility she is unruffled by stress and other crisis throughout the weyr. She is a strong shoulder of support in trying times, wings outstretched to all. Her ledge is open to all who wish to curl together and count on Shalbyath for support.
This gold is playful, prone to antics like laying on her back and twisting her legs in the air like an overgrown kitten. She adores games of all kinds, and has an absolutely fondness for children particularly to Nona’s own. She loathes when she must keep to her own devices, solitary life does not suit her well at all. Making her rather broody and anxious. She’d much rather be warming a sunny spot with someone she calls friend thank you!
Shalbyath is a rather active dragon. Enjoying darting around the skies on hazy summer evenings, finding fine joy in feeling the wind rush over her. Much like her rider, this gold is full of life - just a bit more unbridled. She is frequently clumsy, stopping while flying at high speeds usually ends with her raucous mental laughter and quite a few things knocked over.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 3:26 am
Name: Loctius Age: 19 Nameday: 3557.03.10 Sex: [Trans]Male Sexual Orientation: Never put that much thought to it. Maybe if someone liked him enough one day he’d think more critically about it. Craft: N/A Rank: Candidate Location: Western Weyr Song: Significant Other:
Physical Description: Loctius takes after his mother Nona in the worst of ways (in his mind). He wears a tight fitting shirt over his heavy chest to keep it flat, with looser one’s over top to help make an illusion of planes instead of curves at his hips. He prefers dark, earthy colors and comfortable feeling fabric. Heavy boots especially are his favorite, as he never quite has gotten very tall. His dark, curly hair grows quickly constantly needing to shave his head to keep from being too unruly. His skin umber colored, showing a smattering of freckles on his face when he’s gotten a lot of sun. Freckles particularly show up on his forehead and under his gray eyes.
Loctius is so incredibly self conscious of his appearance. At a tender age he gained a very solid grasp of his identity with affirming clothing and hair cuts tightly under his control. Still he worries that he never quite looks masculine enough. That is a spottily applied veneer that might crack when he lets his guard down. When he’s particularly bothered Loctius likes to rub a bit of ash on his chin to make it look darker as it should be and his eyebrows to look heavier. It never looks very nice, but in the privacy of his own company who cares! It makes him happy.
He can’t help but to carry himself a little rigidly - it looks silly on a child of Nona. Nona who is so full of fluid grace and music. Loctius can be found jiggling his leg quickly or tapping his foot. Wanting to move but never wanting to look too silly or ( or forbid it) flirting. Instead he intentionally squares his shoulders, makes his throat sore lowering his voice, and walks with a wide stance. All are layers that he wraps around his identity to feel comfortable in his skin.
Personality: Loctius is without a doubt Loud. He has the honking laugh that shakes him to his core when he finds something funny. He finds a lot of things funny. He’s not one for being the butt of a joke, or to always be cracking off oneliners - but Loctius adores having a good time. If he can’t be found look for a loud gathering packed full of people. He’s probably talking to someone he’s never met before that night, an arm over their shoulder and greeting them like an old friend. They’ll both be laughing and having a grand time of things, even if they’d never meet again after.
Loctius is happiest when he is with his friends. He’s bored easily when he’s alone and can’t seem to get anything done when he’s sitting in the “boring and quiet”. For his studies he got most of his work done sitting in the kitchens listening to food getting made and chattering. Loctius loves keeping his momentum - keeping himself busy with this back to back before finally settling down with a good book or drink at the end of a long day. Something about it helps him sleep better at night and keeps his spirits lifted.
Certainly not the first one in his situation, but he is remarkably fearful of being “not enough” of a man. He tries terribly hard to mimic those he admires. With their wide stances and pitched voices, but he can only do so much. Only ever can do so much. Would his friends love him the same if he simply stopped one day? Or became ill and those sort of things were no longer a priority? It needles at him far more than he would like. Logically, he knows that his friends - his family love and support him no matter where life takes him. Anxiety subscribes to no logic, and enjoys keeping him up at night over such matters. He keeps his grin plastered on and hopes no one but himself can see through to those cracks.
It’s made him incredibly warmhearted. He isn’t one to pass judgement on others, hating if it would ever be passed on himself. Loctius greets others with friendliness no matter what sort of reputation may proceed them. It might be dangerous in some scenario - but it hasn’t happened to him yet. Hopefully he’ll continue to be. Loctius would be the Volunteering in the Infirmary sort, if the idea of bodily gunk didn’t make him shudder! He does however lend a hand when he sees someone might be in need of a strong set of shoulders. His mama taught him better than that.
Loctius has a long fuse. Not many things get under his skin (except for himself). He doesn’t snap aggressively when he’s pushed, even when he has to firmly hold his ground over something. When something does finally make that long fuse light, it takes an eternity for him to calm down again. Raising his voice too many octaves to yell, everything short of throwing objects over his head. These sort of instances are very few and far inbetween, and he must feel absolutely threatened or cornered in same way. Or be fearful for someone he cares for. He’ll be grinding his teeth over it for days, snapping at everyone and everything. Loctius feels so unlike himself in these instances, so outside of his tightly wound control that he will actually shut himself off from others.
Sometimes in spite of his warm - his friendliness - he can’t help but push others way. Loctius doesn’t think too hard on why, but perhaps if he did he’d find it would be he’s still afraid others might not accept him. That others might find him good enough, friendly enough and maybe he’s just not good enough to be their friend to begin with.
These funks happen on rare occasion, isolating himself when really he just needs the normalcy and a good friend to talk to. He always eventually finds his way out of this darkness with the hand of his family, or tightly clutching his firelizard Capek through it.
He has quite a love of clayshaping. Loctius has gotten quite good at making clay figurines and considers it a bit of a talent. Sometimes he'll make little ones of fire lizards to give away, some of new hatchlings. It's fun and there is such an appeal about turning the clay into whatever he hands wish at the moment.
Positive Trait List Jovial, Communicative, Warm-hearted, Negative Trait List Fake-it-til-you-make, Fearful, Selfconsious
History:
Loctius was born Lalyrel - a healthy and for all appearances a bouncing baby girl to Nona after one of her gold’s Flights. They were raised with their siblings and foster siblings in the care of their mother who refused to have the creche raise them. School was fun for socializing - but the learning stuff was boring. As a child they required a tutor, but nevertheless excelled in their lessons with a bit more practice. Shoxiel, his foster brother, in particular was their best friend growing up. Thick as thieves - if there was ever a broken plate or vase in Nona’s home it certainly had them at the bottom of it! A pair of squabbling firelizards? Must be theirs.
Was Lalyrel ever Loctius’ name? With a supportive Mother like Nona the name is truly dead on their families lips. She had no patience for those who could not be bothered to pronounce a new name for the sake of keeping her child happy. The name Loctius was suggested by his mother’s gold Shalbyath, gently piecing together just why their child didn’t seem the happiest they could be - when Lalyrel started feeling “yucky” to be addressed as such.
It was a bit of a turning point as a child, that a new name could just happen! Be picked! Rather than quietly suffer through a name they did not like and “girl games” that brought him to tears for reasons that could not quite explain with a child’s vocabulary. The name Loctius became a small symbol of joy.
Loctius blossomed knowing his Mother, his family was supportive. Not batting an eyelash even intentionally buying him tight shirts and scarfs to hide his soft face under. It’s been many turns since he has been addressed as anything other than himself but he still finds himself walking a tightrope. Checking his appearance, carefully carrying himself in ways that he thinks look masculine.
Raised in Western Weyr, Loctius stands as a candidate. Seeing his mother and Shalbyath become threadscored, with looks of dark worry clouding their face he couldn’t be more motivated to Stand. Thread is an entity to conquer and he must do his part.He privately wonders if he’s his own blockade to impression. Terrified if upon impressing their dragon may address them as Lalyrel… as it was the name they were “born” with. He knows that dragons see into one’s hearts… but fear can be such a silly thing like that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 3:28 am
Name: K'ent formerly Katorent Age: 33 Nameday: 3543.03.26 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider Previous Rank/Craft: Jewelcrafter Song: Significant Other:
Physical Description: K’ent is a moderately tall man with squared shoulders. It would cut an intimidating portrait if he wasn’t so skinny. There’s a fair amount of muscle under his leanness. He has a square jaw that he keeps nice and clean shaven. His nose is small and button shaped - there is a healed lump in the middle where it had been broken then healed in his youth. K’ent has a fringe of sandy-blonde hair that gets lighter in the sunnier seasons, it has a slight wave to it and looks terribly scruffy when he’s been in ocean water. It’s grown a bit too long for his tastes and keeps it tied in a short poof of a ponytail for flying. His eyes are a shade of stormy grayblue under thin, delicate brows.
K’ent is terribly vain, taking care to have the most fashionable of most things. Some of his old jewelcrafting projects are worn when he feels the need to dress sharp. He is particularly fond of wearing earthy green (to match his dragon of course)and flowing scarves. He is very particular about keeping up with fashions and trends, and should probably spend his energy on more “important” things - but it makes him happy.
Personality: K’ent, beyond all things, values good communication. To the more introverted folks in the Western it probably it seems like he’s just mouthy. With such a gregarious nature he feels the need to constantly be chattering. Sometimes he’s commenting on things that better have been left unsaid. Buttoning his lip is a skill he’s tried (and slightly improved) - but it doesn’t mean he always remembers to do so. He thrives when he’s with others that he can brush elbows and have a fantastic conversation with. It makes him feel secure with his place in the world. Even when he’s at his illest and bundled up in the infirmary he’d love a revolving door of company to make him feel better. His energy is focused outwards and loves to be involved with his friends lives. This can be terribly, terribly overbearing for those who aren’t as social in kind. He’s lost more than a few good friends with his version of being a caring and involved friend.
K’ent is a confident soul. He’s energetic, seeking out new things to do constantly. He throws himself into wingdrills and takes odd jobs constantly. Sitting down and relaxing is for when you’re threadscored in his mind, he’s content to just be on the go - go - go. He rarely burns out, save for illness or terrible weather when he wants to laze about and complain (as long as someone can hear him complain).
He’s by no means superficial when it comes to his caring. He’s quick to speak up for someone who might be too nervous - or do his best to bring focus to someone whose lost the attention when their trying to tell a story. He’s incredibly socially aware, and what is Weyr life but social? He’s a shoulder to cry on and someone to genuinely share laughter with. He’s particularly intuitive when it comes to reading expressions and tones. If someone’s having an off day he’s there with a gentle word or an opportunity for them to vent. This isn't everyone's preferred way of dealing with this, and he's been shooed off more than once. Who wants alone time to deal with things? Sounds weird to him.
He’s not particularly conflict avoidant. When a large, passionate personality clashes with another, he sees it as almost a game. A pageantry of with the most words - the most energy “wins”. He certainly won’t back down until someone steps in and tells him to cool it - or the other party concedes. It's a terrible habit of his that causes problems and fights to go on longer than he should, and just more hurt feelings. He rarely blusters or yells with this, unless a friend is in need of some sort of a white knight then he forgets himself in anger.
K’ent is resilient and never afraid to go outside of his comfort zone, he’s not sensitive when it comes to criticism. If someone dislikes him, that’s their business. He’s comfortable with his sense of self, thank you very much. And he surely has enough friends, its not as though he’s missing out.
Positive Trait List Gregarious, Passionate, Socially Aware Negative Trait List Vain, Loud, Argumentative
History:
K’ent was born to a jewelcrafter father and a baker mother. He was a middle child of a gaggle of children. He spent most of his time amongst the hold children, teaching the best the games and leading attacks in very serious battles with thrown mud and fruit pits. He was a constantly dirty child thriving on playing outdoors. He did fair in his lessons, and took concentrated much of his energy into beginning to learn jewelcrafting from his father. He didn’t quite have the patience for baking as his mother did, unless taste testing pastries becomes an official craft sometime. When searched, perhaps it was his enthusiasm that the dragon had felt so compelling in him.
K’ent impressed at 14 turns, at what was his first Hatching. He was remarkably lost, hanging around a gaggle of the friendliest faces. Hearing that sometimes that it takes ages to impressed to a dragon - if at all - he was braced to be a candidate for quite a while and started to find his pack. Cyxiiryniadrith however had other plans. A queen in green hide confidently chose him, nudging him and proclaiming they were in each others in a most sonorous voice.
Oh, but that was ages ago. One of K’ents most soft memories. He and Cyxiiryniadrith completed weyrling lessons with complete enthusiasm. He had taken to jewelcrafting at Telgar Smithcraft Hall for many years, learning to make beautiful trinkets. K’ent has a fondness for making jeweled metal headpieces, he’s a bit too masculine to make one work, but he loves the swirling beautiful patterns akin to Cyxiiryniadrith’s hide.
K’ent has loved - lost - and chased away his fair share of suitors over the years. He knows he’s a bit… much, and defends himself from heartbreak by being noncommittal. Cyxiiryniadrith is horrible, wretched about it really. She is constantly trying to nudge at him at his crushes! Her romantic, moony heart really just worries about his happiness.
K’ent has come back to Western as many other riders have, with the threat of thread hanging over head. He had lost a few family members, more friends than he cares to count lost from Thread. He does his best to keep a tight lid on that hurt. It drove him to laying down his crafting tools for the greater defense of Pern, with an enormous amount of guilt. Perhaps if he had been at the Weyr to begin with… the volley of what-ifs. It has given him a greater determination to protect those he loves. Thread doesn’t stand a chance with these two in the sky - when flame fails maybe they can talk it to death.
Physical Description: Cyxiiryniadrith is an elegant, well proportioned dragon. She is quite large for a green - but there is no bulk to her. She has sweeping headknobs that slightly curve backwards. Her head is slightly rounded at her eyeridges with a long muzzle.
She has a thin torso with lanky legs she keeps delicately tucked underneath her when sunning. Cyxiiryniadrith has very large wings, even when folded still spill from over her sides. They give her an extra amount of lift when she flies, she’s not one to tire quickly. Her tail is long and tapered, more akin to a whip. It gives her a little more advantage to quick turns. While her flame isn’t the hottest, she is maneuverable in the air and an asset to her wing.
Personality: She is a lady. She’s not for rough-housing or playing messy games with younger dragons. Cyxiiryniadrith certainly isn’t about to start and argument for the sake of being petty. However, she can and certainly will finish an argument with flourish. She’d rather kill anger with kindness, even if its a completely sarcastic way. Offering help to make someone look incompetent, a careful placed compliment with a barb buried underneath. Much like her rider, she knows the value of words and connections, using them in place of being brutish to get her way.
My, my is Cyxiiryniadrith romantic. This dragon has love on her mind constantly - and not for her! She is pushy when it comes to K’ent’s love life. She knows what company means to this young man, and she is one to comment constantly on his crushes. This is all to K’ent’s’ chagrin. It’s hard enough talking to someone he has feelings for without Cyxiiryniadrith being his own personal cheerleader. She’s moony, adoring terribly romantic stories - but never really worrying about a partners for her ledge. An infrequent riser, Cyxiiryniadrith is certain the right one to share her hearts will come with time.
Cyxiiryniadrith is vain. She keeps her self impeccably clean and oiled. She complains at just mud under her claws, refusing to sleep for the day until she is scrubbed. She pays particular attention in threadfall, to keep others safe (of course!) and so her hide won’t become marred by scars. It’s a reality that she accepts, but counts her blessings that she hasn’t be wounded too seriously thus far.
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Name: Sivu Age:20 Sex:Male Sexual Orientation: Gay..very gay...men handsome Craft: N/A Rank: Weyrling Location: Western Weyr Song: Significant Other:
Impression Effect: Sivu's timidness will be a thing of the past! He will be hit with nothing but confidence and self-assurance, thanks to his blue dragon. Where he might have waffled or kept things to himself, he'll now have little trouble speaking up, or sharing his work. If that also helps enhance his good looks? Well, he is a rider now... and there's just something fine about that Impression shine. All the better to attract those boys!
Physical Description: Sivu is moderately tall and wispy, more of a willow tree than a man. He’s never one to slouch and hold his head down low. He walks with his chin lift, and shoulders squared, making him seem taller than he truly is. Each of his limbs are thin and gangly in a foal sort of way. He stands primly, often with his hands crossed behind his back - looking awfully serious. He’s naturally tan, his face is dotted with dark freckles that seem endless (especially in the sunny months). He has patchy facial hair growing in, preferring to keep everything but the shadow on his chin shaved.
His face is thin, and angular. His nose is nearly upturned and seems to have broken and healed quite a few times. His lips are thin just like the rest of him. Its frequently worried between his teeth when he’s concentrating. Sivu has shrewd green eyes. They’re a rich cheery spring green, and would look endlessly friendly if Sivu ever smiled, which is a rare thing in itself. He has unruly auburn hair, tangling easily in curls. Sivu often gets irritated with the ringlets curling in his face and ties it back often to keep it out of the way. He dresses rather practically, preferring leathers and boots in earthy colors. He has no interest in the clothing, usually picking out a miserably dull outfit for dressier occasions. Some speculate this is intentional
Sivu does however does enjoy decorating his body with tattoos. He sat and suffered through intricate patterns along the backs of his hands made out of simple stripes and dots. He’ll tease that he has a bird in flight tattooed somewhere, but he’ll need a few drinks to want to show it off.
Personality: He is a disaster when it comes to craft, or anything finely detailed. He can’t see as many colors as most people claim, and he never inherited the want to make something look perfect. He however has such appreciation for those who have the patience to make such delicate, beautiful things. He’s too nervous to try. Terrible (unwarranted) critiques while finding his footing kept him from wanting to share things he creates. His self confidence in such matters has yet to blossom again.
Sivu is honestly a hopeless romantic. He’s never without a new terrible romance to read, he writes his own (horrible) ones and always tosses them in the fire when he’s done lest he be shamed. He has quite the wandering imagination, his thoughts travel to beautiful places with handsome people. It’s hard to hear the the ballads of old, of the bonds strong of the ancient weyroman and leaders, and to not be left with a wanting void yawning in his heart. Better it flow through pen and ink, instead of making a fool of himself speaking it aloud.
Sivu is not one who desires to control a situation, but one who will ride its wave. He will make the best out of the situation and give something his all, but will not seek to control anyone(or anything really). He’s not one to rise above his station, or have a want to. He’s content to sit at the same spot in life as long as he’s comfortable. The idea of ambition is something foreign to him, and it sounds like an awful lot of work.He has a terrible habit of being lazy. He much prefers being curled in a blanket or lazing outdoors. Skills that don't come easily to him are intimidating, and blockades him from trying to hard at risk of yet another failure
Sivu is quite affectionate with his close friends, finding trinkets for them from interesting places he’s visited or bright beautiful flowers. There is nothing romantic about this notion, and he is constantly giving little gifts. He will never pass up a hug and a trading words over a kitchen fire with some klah with them, for anything in the world. Those who know him best find him a supportive shoulder to lean on, his quieter way of things makes him quite the listening ear! He enjoys spending time with the people he loves - charging best when he’s around them.
Positive Trait List Approachable, Romantic, Creative Negative Trait List Timid, Compliant, Lazy
History:
Sivu was born to a Harper couple. His mother favored using her voice, and his father a gitar. The youngest out of two children, Sivu never was quite sure where to have his life lead him. He jumped from craft to craft seeing if anything suited him. His hands proved too clumsy and impatient for plucking strings or applying beautiful paints. Sivu had very little ambition and discipline to start learning a skill to stick with it. Seeing his older sister take after their mother, filling the halls with melodies he felt a bit out of place.
Never setting down his inks he wrote. Perhaps... not too badly. He started very young with stories about his family, about silly dragons. He drew them on every scrap of hide - terribly. It became a small point of argument amongst his family, that perhaps if he set aside such things he'd be able to apply himself a bit more. If he ever had the confidence to show off what was on the page to more than family he might have found finally such a thing that suited him. But if you're older sister laughs once at something you make, it makes a man less inclined to show his work off!
On search a particularly friendly brownrider’s dragon seemed to take an interest in Sivu. The words used by the searchrider… stung, even if they were well meant. ”Seem’s crafts aren’t your calling.” That was putting it lightly. ”Perhaps you could try another direction. Maybe you’re more suited to standing for a clutch. You never know.”
Sivu couldn’t say no, even if he was hopelessly trying (ah, failing]) to find his calling. He was raised on the ballads of Lessa and F’lar. Who didn’t dream of riding one of the great beasts of pern? And now… with Thread threatening all, maybe that searchrider was onto something. What he didn’t know he could be taught - right? Candidate lessons prove at the least interesting for him! Maybe with a bit of luck something in him will be worthy enough. If not.. well he has two hands and a brain, right? There at least had to be some sort of job that needed done at the Weyr if he happened to fail at Standing too.
Physical Description: Haitanth is on the larger size for a blue, though by no means the largest. All said, while he's possesses a muscular frame, there's a sleekness to him that's clear. His neck and tail are long, meaning his body size is actually a bit smaller than it might first look. His wings are unusually large, which adds to his bulk when they're tucked against his sides.
Personality: Hello world--Haitanth is here, and he can already sense you're in love. Self-assured to the extreme, this blue walks with the confidence of any bronze of gold, and seems to believe that there is nothing he can't do. There is no challenge too great for Haitanth, and any doubters or naysayers will be laughed at and ignored. Haters gonna hate, and Haitanth knows he'll be a very disliked blue.
Does he mind? Not at all. Because he knows he broke the mold the very minute he hatched. Everyone else is just trying to keep up.
Vain though he might be--and he is quite a vain creature--Haitanth does have his charm. He's the sort of dragon born with a silver tongue, and he'll happily use it to his advantage. If he's ever in trouble, this blue can usually find a way to talk himself out of it. He's the sort of dragon who always has the right turn of phrase, and is clever enough to know how to grease the wheels of those who might cause him problems. Even his insults can go undetected when he plays his cards right. Honestly, the bigger he gets, he'll find himself with his own menagerie of dragons half-in-love with him, each vying to get his attention.
And why shouldn't they be? He is the most beautiful dragon on Pern, after all.
Ah, but Haitanth is a dragon who knows what he wants, and often times, his wants can change in a moment's notice. What he liked yesterday might not be what he likes today. He can be a fickle creature, and a demanding one at that. He likes what he likes, and wants things just so. He isn't the sort to back away from what he desires, and rest assured, he will find a way to get whatever his hearts are set on. He's known to be demanding of his clutchmates, wingmates, lovers, and even his own rider. He knows what's best, or so he thinks, and expects them to fall in line.
If charm doesn't work, demands will. Like any queen, Haitanth can be demanding in his expectations of others. Unlike the queens, Haitanth has no power to order others around, but that doesn't mean this blue won't try. Behind all his vanity and charm lies a blue that can be troublesome at his worst.
On top of being imperious, this blue tends to become obsessive. Any goals or tasks given him by those in charge will be done perfectly. If he fails, he will try, and try again. And again. He won't stop if it's not done to his standards, and rest assured, his standards are high. Additionally, as he ages, and starts dabbling with others hearts, you can bet he'll find himself quietly (or not so quietly) obsessed with any number of boys. Maybe they're ones who don't notice him; maybe they're ones he too-soon wrote off. Maybe they're his flavor of the sevenday, maybe they're happily mated to another. While Haitanth isn't one for drama, his rider will get an earful when Haitanth starts pining. He can, and likely will, spook away some potential beaus by wanting too much, too fast, just as likely as he'll write-off possible good matches simply because they aren't interesting-enough to start.
Haitanth is the sort of blue who is simply destined for complicated and messy future relationships.
Positive Traits: Decisive, Charming, Self-Assured Negative Traits: Obsessive, Imperious, Vain
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2020 6:11 pm
Name: Pipadee Age: 14 Nameday: 3562.10.13 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Not sure Craft: N/A Rank: Candidate Location: High Reaches Weyr Song: Significant Other:
Physical Description: Pipadee for now is short. She hasn't gone through a growth spurt just yet - but if one would look into the lenses of the future she'll be a short, but strong individual much like her mother. Her skin is dark, marked with vitiligo like her fathers. Its particularly noticeable on her forehead, and splotched along her arms. Her dark, long curly hair has a few splotches of white from where it reaches her scalp. She takes care of her hair with utmost care, and often wraps it in scarves. She’s determined to grow it as long as possible (or until it annoys her too much).
She is slope shouldered and rod thin. The hand me downs she wears practically fall off of her. Thankfully she loves to wear overly large clothes, especially with sleeves that she can flap around her hands when she’s excited. Pipa is partial to bright, vibrant colors - sadly, second hand clothes aren't usually pretty so much as practical, she wants every scrap of cute clothes she can afford. She loves to indulge herself with buying pretty scarves or painted beads for her hair whenever she can.
Personality: Pipadee is a bit.. shy. She has friends, and enjoys her time with them, don't get her wrong, but she's not the sort to go out of her way to make new ones. Its completely at odds for her want of attention. She wants people to notice her new bright scarf, or a new hair cut - but she just chokes up! It's always easiest if someone new is a friend of one of her friends, she feels much more secure that way. If a more social friend makes suggestions, she's happy as a clam to do what they want to do! Granted it isn't something that gets them up to mischief. She does her best to stay out of trouble, but for someone so young sometimes trouble just follows.
She wants the attention, the approval, of just about anyone. This doesn’t make Pip the best judge of character. She worries far more about other people’s opinions than what’s necessarily good for her. If she’s to become the butt of a joke - and it makes her ‘friends’ laugh, she isn’t going to stand up much for herself. She’s prone to sometimes telling exaggerated (mostly outlandish) tales, to try and vie people into being her friends.
Pipa will never tell a soul your secrets! Her gentle nature and quiet way of things make her someone that seems rather trustworthy - so she has quite a few secrets saved. The only ones who may have heard such things are her firelizards. They’re a trustworthy flair - she’s sure they won’t tell anyone either. Her words are sometimes few, but mostly very cheerful. She wants to please the few friends she has.She doesn’t really talk about her problems with these people, out of fear she might scare them off with being too negative.
If she's in a new setting, she usually picks a friendly face and sticks by them nervously. That or sit alone and shove her nose down in a book and hope no one is starting at her! It gives her ample time to daydream - her most favorite of pastimes.Whether its about leaving home, grand adventures, or what's for dinner she's gotten lost in thought about it. She reads anything she can get her hands on, and loves any story that ends happily.
She inherited her work ethic from her mother. She doesn't need asked if a chore she's completing, she'll pick up a broom and sweep if something looks messy. Any project or assignment she tackles, she tries her best even if her grades don't always show it. She dawdles, running on what her mother calls 'Pip-time', unless she writes herself lots of reminders - she'll never be on time! She accidentally loversleeps - or gets so caught up in something that time just slips by her. This sometimes extends to chores, taking extra time to be sure they get done perfectly (but pencil in room to daydream).
Positive Trait List Hardworking, Quiet, Rule Abiding Negative Trait List Shy, Attention Seeking, Dawdling
History:
Pip was born a bit accidently after a Flight Night Stand her mother had with a bronze rider. Her mother is a butcher, her mother's husband, who is definitely not a bronze rider, tends their herd of livestock. Her father, Ylzure, visits on her nameday making everything as awkward as you can imagine. The joke is her mother threatened to carve him up for dinner if he would just act like their child was never born. A joke… Pip thinks it's one anyway, despite the murderous glint in her mother's eyes when it comes up.
Pipa grew up helping her parents as best she could. Things understandably awkward with her mother's husband, as he's always been a bit harsh with Pipadee. Telling her she'll be a good-for-nothing like her father if her chores aren't done perfectly (they’re usually done just fine) or if she acts out. He’s been known to leave bruises when he can’t think of words cruel enough to hurt her. She can endure it, it’s fine. Just.. it hurts her chest so much when her mother seems never care about it. Her younger sister isn't told, or forced to endure such awful things, just because she’s not a child of someone like that bronze rider. She despises the unfairness of it, she hasn’t asked for any of this! But.. Pip adores her sister and could never hold it against the little one, but it can’t help but to sting.
It's a rare, lovely treat when her father Ylzure comes to see her or writes her a letter. She’s too young to realize there is so much more Ylzure could do for her as her father. She’s too far too rose-tinted glasses with him, because his absenteeism doesn’t have rude words or fists. Her particularly favorite memories are her marveling at how big her father's dragon is, and being dwarfed by riding straps after begging to sit there like a 'real dragon rider'. Every time she sees him they’re always doing something fun together. She does her best not to cry whenever he leaves, Ylzure always seems awkward about it, and she doesn’t want to scare him away from visting. Can’t be too negative.
When the unfairness of things became a little too difficult to ignore, she let herself daydream bitterly about being taken to wherever her father lived. Would a creche teach her? Would he be kind to her? Would there be new kids to play with? It never coming to pass was a hard pill to swallow. One that she hasn’t fully processed, and might take many years to suss out the tangled web of hurt.
Pipadee has many letters from him saved, small cards and dried little flowers. She tries not think too hard about how he could have done more than a few visits a turn, otherwise the abandonment of two father figures might swallow her alive. Instead she focuses on better things. Brightly colored clothes, fun with her friends, the firelizard eggs her father has given her over the turns. She must remain cheerful, afterall.
Pip agreed at first chance after being searched. She'd of course miss her mother, but there's something about starting her own life that she adores.Maybe… to ride a dragon like Ylzure does. Not to mention her mom's husband she can completely avoid. She stays at High Reaches, diligent with her candidate lessons. She’s far, far happier making her own way in the world. Her future feels brighter, even with thread on the horizon.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2020 6:23 pm
Name: D'emi Age: 43 Nameday: 3533.08.15 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Craft: Dragonhealer Journeyman Rank: Wingrider Location: Western Weyr Song: Significant Other:
Physical Description: D’emi is tall and lanky. He has squared, strong shoulders. His chin face is thin, with a small pointed nose in the center. D’emi prefers to keep himself very clean shaven. His face is overly serious, his thick-lips usually pursed irritably. Heavy brows narrowed over brown eyes. His skin is dark olive, freckling on his face with far too much sun. His hair is long, straight, and black. He refuses to cut his very long hair, no matter how much more convenient it might be. Sometimes he braids it to be out of the way more. He’s not picky when it comes to clothing, preferring function to fashion. He’s never without a sturdy pair of boots or a leathery jacket so long as its not too terribly warm out.
Personality: D’emi is a studious, introverted creature. He prefers to spend his time working, or consulting scrolls and memorizing their contents. He is someone who diligently can make a plan on how to learn a new skill, or how to get something done and follow the plan through to the letter. He’s always been extremely self disciplined. He never set off in his life to be a dragon rider, even if it was nearly every young person on Pern’s wonder of a daydream. Instead, he spent long hours and sleepless nights to learning his craft, rather than being searched or candidate lessons. He proved to be incredibly studious, putting much aside to devoted to learning - finding much joy into bookish pursuits. D’emi is no stranger to later night reading and slowly realizing the sun is coming up and he hasn’t slept yet.
However… D’emi finds rules extremely limiting. He has neve been one to stick to a curfew, or to listen to rules set in place by his parents as a child, learning rapidly as an apprentice that those sort of things are not tolerated. He’s learns best from his own blunders and consequences, even if it caused more grief than to just listen in the first place, while young. While he’s known to bristle at being told what to do, it’s mostly something he has grown out of while younger.
D’emi takes very little guff, he doesn’t care if you’re bronze - gold - the ancient lessa of pern, he views everyone of every one the same unless the have earned their place. He will give respect where respect is due and earned, enjoying Western Weyr’s ideals very much. He won’t buckle rank to cause problems or be combative. Bucking the system is for lads first growing their facial hair, in his mind, he has more important things to worry about. He just vastly prefers all of that color-ranked mindsets tossed to the side, its incredibly tiring (especially if he needs to hear too much about High Reaches). Please, he rather be practicing his craft than mincing words.
He finds it rather hard to form attachments, between responsibility and dragon his hand are quite tied. If one was to think a bit more critically of the reasons he gives, they’d find them to be excuses. He’s quite untrusting and dislikes putting himself out there. While he certainly crushes and daydreams, romance is not something that he has been graced with. Where it had bloomed, he’s railroaded himself far and away from others. The idea of being vulnerable and known sits unsteadily in his heart, but perhaps that’s just more of his dragon’s thoughts now and again.
He is a pessimist at heart, always bracing for the worst. An injury looks terrible - best formulate what could go wrong. Someone “wants to talk”, clearly something awful has happened. He has a hard time seeing things as glass half-full, Scrandanfibrith helps her perky attitude is contagious. She hates to see D’emi getting down on himself, and loves to try and lift him up when he gets into a rut.
Positive Trait List Diligent, Self disciplined, Assured Negative Trait List Isolated, Pessimistic, Recalcitrant
History:
Born to weavers, D’emi never particularly felt suited to the family trade. Doing chores and tasks for the healer as a child inspired his interests in healing. At first he thought perhaps being a trauma would be a noble pursuit, but the great flying beasts of Pern filled him with such wonder. He started an apprenticeship as soon as he could, keeping in touch with his small family often through letters
Despite never catching the eye of a searchrider, he unintentionally impressed. Working as a dragon healer at Western, he was at Hatchings as often as they happened to help monitor the health of the hatchlings. He was assisting with a particularly nasty torn wing-sail, putting his suturing skills to quick practice. In his working fervor (these hatchlings were quite bitey towards one another), he hardly had a chance to watch any of the eggs hatch - not even his own little green's. All he knew was that her egg was quiet, perhaps even bet on as a dud by spectators.
When he heard the shrill, probing voice of his darling Scrandanfibrith his first instinct was almost to cover his ears. D’emi had no formal training on candidacy - what to do when one incredibly lumpy green dragon chews on your shirt screaming at you to feed her. She was particularly small, loud and he adored her immediately.
Still D’emi persisted, now with quite a few additional responsibilities with being a rider of Western Weyr. His personal pursuits on hold during his weyrlinghood focusing entirely on his lessons and his little green. Afterwards, D’emi continued to learn his craft over the turns, becoming a very capable healer. When he isn't feeling guilty about too much free time, he finds cooking to be quite fun. He isn’t intimidated by injuries thread is now carving into dragons, he hopes to heal as many as he can in this perilous time of Thread and learn all his craft has to offer.
Other: He has two left feet, do not ask this man to dance.
Physical Description: Scrandanfibrith is a dragon of angles. Her snout - legs - wings all seem to be made of points and makes an uncomfortable sunning partner. She is nothing put pokey joints and boney ribs on her! She sits particularly stiff, so not only is she elbowing you, she’s quite unsnuggable. Her body is rather thin and sports spindly legs. Her head seems too large to be supported on such a slender neck. Her eyes seem owlish in her thin face. It seems that a strong breeze could knock Scrandanfibrith off course. She’s told to have meatier herdbeasts for meals - or bask in the sun longer, by all sorts of oldtimers as remedies to grow heavier. Scrandanfibrith will just always be a boney, lanky dragon - and is fine health thank you very much!
Her mindvoice is hideously loud. No honeyed tones, or gentle whispers for her. Scrandanfibrith squawks to be heard. Shrill and probing, reminiscent of a crowing avain. She seems to have no internal gauge on her volume control, making it incredibly difficult for D’emi to concentrate before he became used to, then fond of the way she sounds.
Personality: D'emi will be first to say his dragon is a bit much. Even with all the love tunneled into one’s bond, there's no disguising the truth. Scrandanfibrith is rather neurotic. She is obsessive, finding comfort in sticking to a routine and doing many of the same things in her day. She enjoys seeing the same people, her same friends. She likes things just so, a feeling a careful control that can be useful when D’emi needs to take a deep breath and get to work on something difficult.
She worries her teeth on things, mostly on her claws (when she was younger it was whatever D’emi was wearing). She’s a worried chewer! She is sometimes a fearful beast, saved by D’emi’s more confident and bold nature. She looks to him for support when she must do things that worry her - or break her routines. She knows she can handle anything knowing D’emi is holding her proverbial hand. She truely picked someone who will lift her up and never leave her to flounder on her own.
Scrandanfibrith, for all of her quirks, is genuine. She never says anything she doesn’t mean, and never says anything to be mean. She hasn’t a bad thing to say about nearly anymore, and can strike up a conversation with any. She has a particularly fondness for animals, hatchling, or anything else absolutely adorable. She spends much of her time encouraging D’emi, her gentle words doing much to lift his spirits.
