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Post by Shikai on Aug 16, 2007 23:22:34 GMT -5
Brown Riders
D'rom, rider of Faerth A'idin, rider of Gaelrith F'lan, rider of Zerith S'pren, rider of Giyriath Keldara, rider of Galahanth Felina, rider of Breunth H'ter, rider of Bediverth Kinte, rider of Shelath Shoan, rider of Zepalth P'neil, rider of Artoneth
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Post by Shikai on Feb 20, 2008 22:30:44 GMT -5
Character Name: D’rom
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Wingrider, Wingsecond, Wingleader
Current Position: Brownrider
Appearance: D’rom is tall, standing at 6’4”, with black hair flecked with gray on the sides and the front. His skin is a darker, bronzy color, partially from a lifetime spent on the Southern continent and partially from a genetic disposition toward darker skin. His eyes are very dark brown, and are adept at both hiding and accurately displaying his emotions. He is very physically fit due to routine exercise, with a wide-shouldered, powerful build that allows him to be quite intimidating when he wants to be. A scar, caused by thread, runs from his left shoulder to midway down his back.
Personality: If the Pernese healers were knowledgeable about mental health, they would likely have diagnosed D’rom with post-traumatic stress disorder. He often has difficulty sleeping, and tends to be detached from everyone except his dragon. D’rom is disciplined in everything he does, and likes to organize his time into routines. He likes to be busy, and loathes having nothing to do, which is a large factor in his decision to go ahead in time, where he could be useful again. D’rom is very observant and intuitive, a trait he acquired after years of experience leading a fighting wing and fighting thread. Nothing bothers him quite like disrespect and laziness, and he has a very low tolerance for these traits in anyone. He tends to be quiet and reserved, but usually has an opinion, which he won’t hesitate to voice if asked. He is not very ambitious, but will take on a leadership role if he is needed. D’rom rarely looses his temper, but will fight if it cannot be avoided. He is stubborn, and rarely changes his mind about something once he has formed his opinion on the matter, and he is very loyal to whatever cause he decides to dedicate himself to. After all, the one thing worse than a lazy and useless person is a traitor.
History: D’rom was born as the second son of brownrider K’rommel and greenrider Darmara of Artemis Moonlight Weyr. The two riders lived together as weyrmates for two years before tiring of each other, but produced two children due to the green’s many flights. The eldest son was named Kardell, and the younger, Daromar. With their parents constantly engaged in fighting thread, they were given to one of the cooks to foster, and grew up as fairly happy weyrbrats. They got along surprisingly well, and, as are most weyrbrats, were determined to impress fighting dragons like their parents.
To their dismay, however, they were forbidden by their fostermother to stand as candidates until they reached the age of sixteen, as she was very familiar with the dangers of threadfall. Besides, the end of the pass was finally coming into view, and the weyr needed riders who would be old enough to fight thread as soon as possible. For the first time, Daromar was bitter, as his older brother was allowed to stand as a candidate while he could only watch from the stands. To his secret, guilty pleasure, Kardell did not impress his first time, and by the time another clutch was ready, Daromar was old enough to stand with him. Surprisingly, both boys impressed in the same hatching: Kardell, now K’dell, to a bronze, and Daromar, now D’rom, to his brown, Faerth. Their fostermother worried that their difference in rank would result in sibling rivalry, but there was none, due in part to the fact that Faerth was a large, strong brown, and K’dell’s Joth a decidedly small bronze, so that the two were nearly the same size for most of their lives. Moreso, for D’rom to be jealous had to mean that he thought Joth was somehow superior to his Faerth, and he was quite confident that his dragon was the best dragon anyone could hope for. The two only became closer during their weyrling training, and when they became full-fledged dragonriders, they were placed in the same wing.
D’rom and K’dell looked forward to their first threadfall with mixed excitement and apprehension. Surely it was dangerous, but it was exciting too, because for the first time, they would fly in a real wing as true dragonriders. Their first threadfall passed without incident, but he wasn’t as lucky the second time. D’rom’s inexperience was his weakness, and an unseen clump of thread caught him across the left shoulder. Screaming in pain, he and Faerth betweened back to the weyr, where D’rom was kept in the infirmary, and then confined to the weyr to rest for weeks. He was anxious, however, to return to fighting thread, and he was eventually put back in the wing due to the need for dragonriders. However, the next fall he was to fight in would be one he would never forget.
Fierce, erratic winds flung thread in unpredictable ways and made flying much more difficult. He was given a safer position in the formation, due to his recent injury, but it was still the most difficult threadfall he had ever, or would ever face. He saw a clump of thread thrown suddenly in the direction of K’dell, who was flying nearby, but to D’rom’s relief, his brother ducked between just in time. Unfortunately, when Joth reappeared seconds later, he was caught right in the midst of a vicious tangle of thread. D’rom could only watch in horror as the bronze let out a shriek of agony D’rom would never forget, and K’dell and Joth vanished between, never to emerge.
D’rom was shocked by his brother’s sudden death. His previous injury had been but a taste of the horrors of threadfall. His demeanor grew solemn and sullen, but he was more diligent than ever when it came to fighting thread. He attacked the thread with a vengeance that was both cold and ferocious. As years passed, he eventually rose in the ranks, becoming a Wingsecond, and then a Wingleader. Finally, the red star faded from the skies, and thread ceased to fall.
Yet D’rom felt little relief as the pass ended, for now he was left without a purpose. What’s more, the Holders flagrantly disrespected the dragonriders who had fought so long and hard for their sake. D’rom was furious. How could they not understand, not even care about the sacrifice the riders had made? The sacrifice his brother had made? They had sat in safety in their holds of stone, having dinner in front of a warm fire, while dragonriders were eaten alive just outside their walls. And this was how they thanked their saviors?
D’rom was not an unreasonable man, and didn’t expect any great compensation from the holders for his services. However, they were not even given respect anymore, and D’rom grew disillusioned with the Pernese entirely.
He knew he was not the only one to feel such discontent. Not much went on in the weyr that escaped his notice anymore, and when one of Pern’s last goldriders vanished, followed by increasing numbers of the weyr’s young bronzeriders, D’rom guessed what was occurring. He did not know where they were going, only that they were going somewhere, and he wrested the information at last out of a young bronzerider who had not yet made his own jump ahead. D’rom did not entirely approve of their plan. He thought Sitareh was a fool indeed, bringing only young, inexperienced riders ahead to fight the horror of thread! For the sake of the riders, although he cared decidedly less about the rest of Pern, he followed them forward, prepared to be of use however he could, not to mention getting away from a place filled with so many bad memories.
Position in Family: Younger of two.
Pets: Athera, also known as ‘that sharding feline’. She is a large, longhaired brown tabby with green eyes.
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon's Name: Faerth
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Appearance: Faerth is a large, rugged-looking brown, whose hide color is primarily a deep, classic hue. This is marred only by his numerous lighter scars, a reminder of the pair’s many years of fighting thread.
Dragon Personality: Despite his impressive stature, Faerth is a rather unambitious brown, although he does have a certain confidence in himself, especially when it comes to females. While he enjoys chasing greens in mating flights, Faerth isn’t a very social dragon, and doesn’t attempt to have any sort of relationship with anyone but his rider. Outwardly, he is surly and intimidating, but he has a soft spot for his rider, for whom he even makes attempts at jokes to try to cheer D’rom up.
Abilities:
Strength: 16 Concentration: 11 Agility: 8 Team Coordination: 12 Creativity: 12 Allure: 6 Rescue: 5
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Post by Shikai on Feb 20, 2008 22:33:03 GMT -5
Character Name: A'idin (Born Aridin)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Wingsecond
Current Position: Brown Rider
Appearance: A'idin stands 6' with a trim, athletic build. His eyes are a deep blue and his hair is a sandy blond with natural blond streaks that get lighter the more time he spends in the sun. He has a darker complexion from time spent in the sun and the right mixing of genes. He has a jagged scar running from high on his left temple, across his left eye, and down the side of his nose to his upper lip. His wears a patch over his left eye since he lost all vision in that eye from the slice that gave him the scar.
Personality: A'idin is very boisterous and has a wicked sense of humor. But he also has a vicious temper. It takes a little bit to get him mad, but once he is it takes even longer for him to cool down. It was his temper that earned him the scar and eye patch that he wears as badges of honor, his opponent suffering far worse.
History: He was born to Brown rider A'rew and Green rider Adrianna of Artemis weyr. His conception was merely because his father's brown had caught his mother's green in her mating flight. After the flight his parents had nothing to do with each other, other then passing greetings when the passed each other or spoke of Thread fall. His mother could have easily aborted him, since she was not really a very motherly person, but she chose to carry him to term just to see if perhaps he would invoke those feelings, he didn't. She named him Aridin and passed him along to a wet nurse and foster mother as soon as she was able. He has no siblings that he knows of since his mother died the following Thread Fall after his was born. If his father sired any more children he doesn't know. He was told who his parents were, but he never met them. He doesn't really resent his parents or thinks they abandoned them, feeling that this was how weyr life was, it was all he know.
He grew up with the rest of the weyr brats, playing with them and day dreaming of the day he would be old enough to stand. The day finally arrived that he was finally able to stand as a candidate and he could hardly wait for the eggs on the sands to harden and hatch. He and a few of the braver candidates had sneaked onto the sands while the Queen was away feeding and there was no one around. They were giddy and drunk off of their sneaking around and awed by the sight of the eggs. They barely managed to get out of the Hatching grounds before the Queen returned. They all ran to their favorite hiding spot and collapsed into laughing fits at their own bravery, but soon the laughter turned into friendly arguments and bets.
The day finally arrived and Aridin could barely contain himself as he hurried onto the sands with the rest of the candidates, his heart thundering in his chest almost in time with the loud humming that seemed to vibrate through him. His eyes were glued to the eggs as he noticed them rocking, hearing nothing but the humming and the loudness of his own breathing as time seemed to stop for him as the first egg cracked open, spilling forth its bronze occupant. A bronze, a good omen for a hatching! Everything seemed to progress so quickly after that and he couldn't remember how long he had stood there before he heard the first whisper of another's thoughts touching his mind, a gentle loving touch that made him look for the source. There he stood, a beautiful Brown looking up at him, telling him that his name was Gaelrith and that he was so glad to have found his own A'idin. At the first touch of his dragon's mind he completely forgot about the friendly bets he had made with his friends. He led his Brown off to be fed and they both fell asleep curled up together, A'idin not wanting to be parted from his Gaelrith for anything.
He and Gaelrith passed through weyrling training with flying colors, putting him within the top three of the class. When he was allowed to fly thread he had been terrified and excited all at once, only Gaelrith helped him remain calm. He lost two friends in the follow 'Falls and this helped him double his resolve, soon earning him the position of Wing second.
After the Thread had stopped falling he became bored and would often get drunk and look for trouble to keep the boredom away. Gaelrith would chastise him, but A'idin would only sometimes listen. It was on one of those drunken nights that he got into a fight and the man he was arguing with pulled a knife. The sight of the knife quickly sobered A'idin up and only made him angerier, how dare someone pull a knife on a dragon rider. He said as much to the man who only laughed and spat at him, saying that Thread was gone they no longer needed Dragons and their riders. Those words made something in A'idin snap, always known for a bad temper, those made the world red and the next thing he knew there was blood on the left side of his face and he couldn't see out of that eye. He stared down at the man that had pulled the knife on him, laying motionless on the floor and his neck at an odd angle. He snorted and spat on the man's corpse before walking out, hoping this would teach holders that Dragon men were still better then them. It was not long after this that he had heard of Sitareh's brave leap forward and of those following her. He would have followed immediately, but he had to let his wounds heal so he could survive the long jump. Once they were finally healed he followed forward, needing to get to where he could fight thread again and people had respect for Dragon Men, If there was no respect he would teach it to them.
Position in Family: As far as he knows he's an only child, but his father could have easily sired others.
Pets: A feline named Danior. He is a large feline with a muscular build. He has a dark gray coat with darker sorrels all over. He is fiercely protective of A'idin who saved him when he was a kitten.
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon Colour: A rich chocolate brown with a slight lighter underbelly. His wings membranes are a sandy brown.
Dragon Personality: Rather chatty for a Brown. Also a bit on the smart side for a Brown. He worries for his rider at times who doesn't seem to always think things through before acting, they balance each other out very well.
Dragon's Name: Gaelrith
Abilities:
Strength: 12 Concentration: 16 Agility: 6 Team Coordination: 13 Creativity: 6 Allure: 12 Rescue: 5
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Post by Shikai on Jun 13, 2008 13:13:04 GMT -5
Character Name:F' lan(Falaner)
Age: 25
Gender:Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position:dragonrider
Current Position:dragonrider
Appearance: 5'9 has dark brown hair and has hazel eyes. He is skinny and has Tan skin.
Personality: He is determend to make things right when they go wrong, Very passionate and sensitive. He is serious, but can be fun when he is in his best mood. If toatolly offended He can hold a gruge for your whole life. He likes going to the ocean with his canine Crusader(Crader) on rest day and walk along the beach. He tries to like everyone and has mixed emotions trying to not be mad. But he is still working on it.
History:His parents where dragonriders themselves in Artemis Moonlight weyr, but when F'lan jumped between to the future, he arrived at Araelen weyr, with his older brother . He has an older brother named Likanas and he is 5 years older then F'lan. His brother is very smart and F'lan looks up to him for that. He misses his parents but Zerith tells him to just remeber them and not to be sad.
Position in Family: oldest child
Pets: A Canine named Crusader(nickname Crader)
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon Colour: brown
Dragon Personality: He is just like his rider he is determend and passionate an love to swim in the cool lake and lay on the beach. He tries to tell his rider not to be mad at people, and he loves everyone, even if they are mean and tells F'lan to be like that too. he is wise.
Dragon's Name: Zerith
Relation to Existing Character:NO- Eccept his brother in the Harper hallwhich he does not have a Application yet
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Post by Shikai on Jul 21, 2008 18:44:46 GMT -5
Character Name: S'pren ( Formerly Sipren )
Age: 20, not quite 21.
Gender: Male
Preference: Males.
Previous Position: Journeyman Weaver
Current Position: Wingrider
Appearance: S'pren, though considered to be on the shorter side for most of his adolescence, recently had a huge growth spurt, and now stands at about six feet. His body type is slender, though by no means is he weak. It's just that he has almost no body fat. His lifestyle wasn't one that prompted laziness, as a dragonrider. And he'd never been much of an eater. His tousled hair is a bright blond with darker streaks throughout, cut off at his ears. His eyes are blue, though very pale in shade.
Personality: S'pren is a trickster to the core. With a care-free attitude matching his whimsical appearance, he's rarely seen doing any work. He's laid back in the best way possible and is known somewhat as the go-to guy if you're feeling down. He's also very spur-of-the-moment, leading to some sticky situations that he's so far managed to charm his way out of. First impressions are very important to the brownrider, because he tends to decide what he likes or dislikes very quickly. Despite his aversion to work ( or indeed, any sort of strenuous activity ) during crisis or threadfall, he can become very serious. He retains his calmness, however, making him an ideal leader- if need be. He hates responsibility, though, thus making him an ideal brownrider.
History: His mother was named Jonna, and his father Tiem. They were both pleasant people, neither caring much for politics or high-ranking positions. They did their jobs- harper and herdbeast breeder respectively, happily and competently. Sipren grew up in this quiet life at the small farmhold for his first ten years, moving to the more populated Celos just a few weeks after his tenth birthday. His mother had an old weaver friend living there who was looking for an apprentice at the local Weavercrafthall. At the age of fourteen, he received word from home that his mother was severely ill. He returned at all haste, but he'd only been back for one day when she passed on.
When S'pren had turned seventeen and just received his journeyman status at the crafthall, a searchrider offered to take him to the weyr. He briefly considered staying and attempting a mastership at some point, but in the end decided that the lifestyle of the dragonriders was more fitting to his personality. A mastership was a lot of work. Getting a dragon and practicing some archaic drills was not. The hatching occurred about two sevendays after his arrival, and S'pren was late. An event in and of itself not uncommon, but coupled with the fact that it was a hatching, and you've got some trouble. S'pren arrived in time to be bonded to his dear Giyriath, and found himself delighted. Not just a means of avoiding work, the boy and his dragon were matched perfectly. Their pranks were soon an expected thing at Artemis Moonlight.
Around the time that he graduated from weyrling status to full-fledged rider, he began to hear whisperings of a new weyr. His interest piqued, S'pren approached Sitareh and was quickly engrossed in her plans. What a wonderful prank... disappearing, then returning on the eave of the next pass! He couldn't resist, and thus S'pren proceeded with the jump.
Since his mother's passing, S'pren's relationship with his father soured. He blamed his father for not saving his mother, or at least calling him back sooner. His father disliked being around the boy because of the similarities between S'pren and his deceased wife. The dragonrider sometimes regrets that he didn't patch up the family rift before his jump forward, but for the most part, he's moved on.
Position in Family: I'd rather he be an only child since I have this weird dislike of anyone but me playing my character's family, but if that's an issue, oldest child.
Pets: He used to have a tame feline named Rikak, but left it back in the past with his old mentor.
Alignment: Loyalist.
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Personality: Giyriath is just as sneaky as S'pren. Though he might sometimes put on a well-mannered act, the dragon is really the more playful of the pair, which is saying something. Always a willing accomplice in S'pren's hijinks, even inventing his own, Giyriath is one of the more subversive dragons, probably why he also enjoyed the time-skip as much as S'pren. The dragon also enjoys in meeting lady dragons- heads up, greens!- and swimming. Exploring new places is also a hobby of the brown's, but he rarely does this, as S'pren thinks it's a lot of work to go see more of the same- Jungle, jungle, and... you guessed it, jungle. This has never been a problem for the spunky brown.
Dragon's Name: Giyriath
Dragon's Abilities:
Strength: 10 Concentration: 12 Agility: 7 Team Coordination: 4 Creativity: 17 Allure: 11 Rescue: 9
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:51:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Keldara
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Preference: Both
Previous Position: Dolphineer Apprentice
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: Keldara is small. She’s short, and thin, with golden brown hair that’s thin and around shoulder-blade length. Kel has really unique eyes; they shift shades depending on her emotions. They are light green when she’s happy, dark green when she’s sad, and hard, blue-green when she’s angry. Her eyes complement her brown hair, though many may think that green and brown don’t mix. Her skin also compliments her hair, being a slightly browned pale.
Personality: Keldara is quiet, polite, and observant most of the time. She’s more outspoken with her friends, but there are times when she’ll come out of her shell to lash out at someone. It doesn’t happen a lot, but Kel has had people afraid of her when she’s angry; though most don’t believe it if they don’t see it happen. She’s extremely strong with her beliefs and, though she’s cautious she will speak out.
History: Kel’s family lived by the sea, as dolphineers. As an only child, she got a lot of attention from her parents, and her father frequently brought her on trips. His dolphin, Alphi, loved giving her rides. She loved the sea, but she was, to the surprise of her family, more in love with the forest and the sky than anything. On her spare time, when she wasn’t playing with her father or his dolphin, she’d take walks in the forest right beside the beach.
One day when she was 15, she went on a walk in the woods just like any normal day. As she got to the more rocky parts of the forest, she heard a loud roar, and looked up to see a brown dragon. She was so startled; she stared at him until the dragon was out of sight. She’d been in love with the legends since she was little, and now Keldara was reminded of all those stories her parents told her. So she ran back as fast as she could to her house, to see it on fire right before her eyes. Apparently her cousin had come on over and set fire to the house (he hated her and her family), killing her parents. She locked eyes with him, than ran to the sea, called Alphi, and told her to swim away as fast as she could.
Keldara and Alphi swam away from the burning house and stayed on the sea for a few hours. Then they hit the shore of an island, Alphi left to tell the other dolphins what had occurred, and came back later on that day to see Keldara had already found a place for shelter. But she was having problems with food. So the dolphin fished for her, and Kel cooked it on the island.
The girl later on heard that the brown’s rider who’d seen her months before had started searching for her. Before she could react, the rider found her, and Keldara was taken to the new weyr as a candidate. Alphi followed so she’d know where the girl was, and to visit her every so often. The same day she was searched, she turned 16.
Position in Family: She’s an only child
Dragon's Name: Galahanth
Dragon’s Appearance: Galahanth, while less extravagantly coloured than some of his clutchmates, is nonetheless a pleasing brown to view. His hide is a lively, raw umber colour, which contrasts with his light tan underbelly and wing membranes. There are also black smudges on his eye ridges, giving him a constantly curious look. Galahanth’s most noticeable feature is his size, for he is certainly large for his colour. Despite being a fairly leggy dragon with an occasionally awkward appearance, he can look quite regal when he wants to.
Dragon’s Personality: In contrast to some of his fellows, Galahanth is a fairly quiet brown. He is very focused when performing tasks, which contributes to his high ability in performing with a team. His determined nature will see him through challenges, including that of his limited agility in the air. Galahanth can easily be described as a gallant and pure dragon, for he has a strong sense of morality in defending those who are wronged. When it comes to interacting with others, though, Galahanth can be quite shy and require the encouragement of his rider to reach out. He is a steady companion to his rider, and he has a very trustworthy nature.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 11 Concentration: 16 Agility: 6 Team Coordination: 15 Creativity: 10 Allure: 6 Search/Rescue Skill: 8
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:51:39 GMT -5
Character Name Felina
Age 15
Gender Female
Preference Neither, as far as physical preferences go. Emotionally, she prefers females. Of course, she's still a bit young for that to be set in stone, but it's still unlikely to change.
Previous Position Apprentice Tanner
Current Position Candidate
Appearance Felina is a sturdy lass of fifteen Turns, of slightly broader build than is usual. Tall and well-muscled, it would be easy to mistake her for a Smithcraft apprentice rather than the Tanner that she is. Unusually long in the legs, she's either going to make a very tall, well-proportioned woman, or one that is eternally stuck in that gawky-looking phase. On those occasions when it is actually possible to see her skin, not marred by scars, but as it should appear, one can see that she has a fairly tan, olive complexion. By all rights, Felina should be naturally considered quite beautiful.
Of course, one look at her face is enough to change that, let alone her arms to the elbow. A deep, semi-circle scar runs across her left cheek, breaking briefly where skin was protected by rather prominent cheekbones, and continuing again at her otherwise thick eyebrow, cleaving it neatly in half. Her nose is bent at an abnormal angle, lending the idea that it's been broken in the past, perhaps multiple times. A second, broader but less defined scar, runs from right of her right eye to her chin, and causes her mouth to be slightly lopsided on that side. Her smile appears painfully awkward, and the deep scowl that crosses her face every time she catches sight of a runnerbeast is somewhat terrifying to behold. Her thick, black-brown hair that she wears nearly to her shoulders and the dark brown eyes that gleam as brightly as ever don't help dissuade the opinion that she is, by circumstances quite beyond her control, somewhat ugly.
A run of bad luck seems to be sticking quite firmly to Felina, for her arms, too, have been scarred. From the base of her pinky to her elbow on the outside of her left arm and from thumb to elbow on the inside of her right arm is a huge network of criss-crossing scars, often joining together to form a patch of smooth, unbroken scar tissue. She scowls, too, when she catches sight of an agenothree tank, and it becomes deeper still when she sees ground crews actually using the dreadful things. It doesn't take a gait still awkward by adolescence and her strange posturing, holding her arms slightly away from her body and often not looking directly at a person, to solidify the opinion that Felina is a strange sort of young woman. And, of course, entirely unmarriable.
Personality For all of her outward gruffness and social standoffishness, Felina really does have a pure heart. She's just more than slightly uncomfortably aware of her differences, and is quite often feared by her fellow apprentices and more than a few of the other hold children. However, she truly is kind, even if her opportunities to show such kindness are few and far between. She has a deep distaste for death, which was the primary motivating factor for her requesting to be apprenticed as a Tanner rather than Herder (as she feels that far too many herdbeasts are killed for their meat; the fact that Tanners work with leather, which comes from dead animals, goes largely ignored). Strangely, though she has the build for it, she has never considered becoming a Smith. Except for matters concerning her own appearance, runnerbeasts, and the use of agenothree, she is fairly upbeat and positive. She often says of her own craft, “I can take something dead and ugly, give it new life, and make it beautiful.”
She'll work hard at whatever task is set her (unless, of course, it's something as onerous as mucking out stables; anyone in their right minds would dally about in performing that, especially one who despises runnerbeasts as much as Felina does) until it is completed. This goes both for her Craft, and for life in the Hold. As it is such an important (and easily learned at an apprentice level) Craft, the Tanners are interspersed among various holds, rather than being concentrated in a Crafthall. When she has the opportunity, she will take charge; however, she usually prefers to be second woman rather than the leader, as she is still in a role that is assuming some power, but there aren't quite as many eyes on her. For reasons that should be fairly obvious, Felina is uncomfortable with direct eye contact, or simply having too many people looking at her at once. She often claims that she can feel people looking at her, but everyone knows that's impossible,... right?
History At Felina's birth, all in attendance exclaimed “What a lovely strong girl!”, concerned more with the fact that she seemed more apt to survive than that she already didn't seem the sort to grow up into a dainty little lady. And indeed, she was, suckling greedily at her mother Tatiana's breast, already with enough hand strength to clutch at any proffered finger save for her father's, which was simply too large to grasp with such a tiny baby hand. However, she was in no way at all tiny in comparison to other babies; simply to her father, who towered over his child as all parents do early in life. As all adults do, for that matter. For a good while, life went uphill for her. She grew to be a toddler, teetering around on legs already long for her size, scampering off in search of bubbly pies at every gather, and ignoring her mother's pleas to stay by her side.
Should've known that free-spiritedness would escalate into something of a problem. As a child, she was often expected to aid her father Tonaro, who was a Herder, with the runnerbeasts. In much the same manner that so many other children are wont to do, she would often show a complete disregard for parental orders. In the end, it was to be her undoing. After being told not to disturb Rolfe, the exceptionally distrusting stallion, Felina deliberately disobeyed. After all, he was an exceptionally beautiful beast, of bay colouration, and with his thick winter coat, he did look amazingly soft. She broke two rules of handling runnerbeasts that day: never fail to alert one of your presence, and approach only from the left, never the back. The Healer said she was lucky to be alive. After enduring the stares of those who had once been her friends, Felina thought that she would have been lucky to be dead.
It was then that she started to tend to move more into a second role, rather than a first. To go off on her own much more frequently than she had before the run-in with the runner. When none of the other children were listening, she would frequently complain to her parents that even if she couldn't see any of the stares directed her way, she could feel them. She could feel them, not on her body, she said, but “in her heart.” She knew no other way to explain it, at only nine Turns of age. Her parents simply scoffed, told her that she was overreacting, and redoubled their efforts to find a Craft in which she could become an apprentice so young. They figured that it was time she broke off from the rest of the group. It would do her a world of good, they thought.
At first, they tried to pressure her into apprenticing to her father. After all, Herding was a good Craft, an extremely necessary Craft, and it was in the family. However, it quickly became apparent that she was no more willing to approach a runnerbeast than she was to eat a wherry, feathers and all. For a few months, she couldn't quite make up her mind as to what she wanted to do. Weaving looked interesting, but could she really sit still at a loom all day? Healing? No, it would be too painful, dredging up thoughts that she would rather stay in the murky bottoms of her mind. Hunting? Shards, no. Though she had at points wanted to be dead, death was probably the only thing she hated more than runnerbeasts. It had a smell to it, a bad smell, worse than feeling the stares of others. Harper? More people staring at her than she could ever be comfortable with. Trader? No, that didn't quite fit. Rider? No, that wasn't a Craft, was it? Pity, that. For a long time, her mind shied away from Tanner. After all, they dealt with dead things. Dead leather. Dead hide. But then she got to thinking. She could take something that was dead and ugly, give it new life, and make it into something beautiful. Yes, that was what she would do. Felina would be a Tanner.
Simply happy that she had found something, her parents were, by all rights, ecstatic. And though Master Environ was by no means an easy Master, it was better than having to hear about runnerbeasts all of the time. So often secluded, practising her new-found Craft, she didn't frequently have to bear the stares around her. Turns passed, and at twelve Turns of age, Felina was old enough to help with welding the belt buckles. Little did she know, the cloud of horrid luck still clung to her like a flea to a canine. Again, disaster struck. Toril, careless and impatient, had failed to check the nozzle on the modified agenothree tank that could be used to efficiently engrave designs or the initials of the maker on metal components of items such as boots, belts, and some of the heavier jackets. Felina never could remember just what it was he was supposed to be engraving, only that she could only watch in shock and horror as the flesh on her arms was eaten away. The nozzle had been set to its widest setting, and as Toril had jerked it away from his precious work, not wanting to see it go to waste, it had ended up pointing in a direction he could not have possibly wanted it to point in.
In time, all wounds heal, but there are things that are more than skin-deep. Felina developed a deep loathing of all things associated with tanks and burning. Though her craft was still available to her, her hands thankfully having been spared, she never again picked up a welding torch. She never again went anywhere near that small section of the workshop. Again, she wished to be a Rider, as most every child does. She'd be a great rider, and there wouldn't be a need for ground crews; she'd heard the stories often enough. Yes, she could spare anyone else from suffering her same fate, spare anyone else from ever needing use the horrendous acid again. Alas, she was not a Rider, and therefore could not do such a thing. Because, after all, there were no more Riders, only a legend long gone. The fact that with no more Thread, there wouldn't be any more for ground crews regardless, went ignored, as so many details do.
Two more Turns passed with little incident, though every time she went out in the street now, she could swear she felt it every time that anyone's glance swept across her. Some things got worse. And others got better. The boots she made were now passable, and though they were slightly uneven, she wore her own product proudly. She would be something someday. She would be worthy to bear the title “Pernese”!
And then came the most awe-inspiring event of them all. The dragons returned! And with them the awful thoughts of agenothree tanks in use, and the soaring dreams of flight on the back of a dragon. When she was Searched, she realised that there was, there really was a possibility of those dreams coming true. But, then, there was also that possibility of that same black luck coming back to haunt her. Only time would tell, she mused, as she soared away from her erstwhile home on the back of another's dragon.
Position in Family First child to survive infancy, though she was the third-born. Therefore was considered the eldest.
Dragon's Name: Breunth
Dragon’s Appearance: Breunth has a mahogany brown head and snout, while the rest of his form is a rich, ochre brown colour. His wing membranes are also mahogany brown, and this colour is also visible in swirling patterns along his ochre sides. These enticing combinations of colours, along with his well-proportioned, smaller-sized form, make Breunth a highly attractive brown. His only physical inconsistencies are his rather over-large wings, which may offer a challenge when learning to fly.
Dragon’s Personality: Despite being regarded as one of the most handsome browns in the Weyr, Breunth is neither haughty nor confident about himself. He is somewhat insecure, disbelieving comments about his pleasing hide, and he doesn’t deal well with criticism. This may be a bit of a reflection of his rider’s strong, self-doubting emotions, but it is also part of his nature. The pair will need to assist each other to overcome these fears, or they may find themselves feeding off of each other’s uncertainties. With a quiet, patient nature, Breunth applies himself thoughtfully to assigned tasks. However, he is afraid of failure, and this will sometimes hold him back, though he will usually at least attempt the required task. He is extremely attached to his rider, and he will never leave her side if given the option.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 11 Concentration: 14 Agility: 9 Team Coordination: 8 Creativity: 11 Allure: 12 Search/Rescue Skill: 5
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:52:02 GMT -5
Character Name: H'ter (Hunter)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Preference: Males & Females
Previous Position: An apprentice to a runner beast stable.
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: Hunter stands about 5' and 11" and has an athletic build. His hair is reddish brown with darker red, nearly crimson, highlights thickly mixed in. His eyes are a soft green, nearly icily so, made to stand out due to his deeply tanned skin and dark hair, making his eyes one of the first things most people notice about him.
Personality: Hunter is a bit on the shy side having just gotten over puberty, but once you get to know him is very friendly and can be a bit of a flirt. He always seems to have a smile hovering not far from his lips and when he does some his eyes light up and seem to dance with laughter. He enjoys learning new things and isn't shy when it comes to asking questions about something he really wants to know about and learn. He hates to admit it, but he is very afraid of storms, almost paralizingly so, but he tries to keep that fact hidden, almost always slipping away when a storm is approaching.
History: He was born to Helen and Gunther, drudges for a small hold lord. He is the youngest of four children. He has two sisters and one brother all of which are close to each other. When he turned twelve he became the apprentice at his lord's runner beast stable. He greatly enjoyed working with the beasts, absorbing all the knowledge he could, nearly driving the handlers crazy with all of his questions, but they were glad to have someone eager to learn their trade. When he was 14 he was helping move the herd to the stables for the winter when a sudden storm moved in. The thunder spooked the heard and he and his best friend were thrownn from their runner beasts. Hunter was able to scramble out of the way, but his friend was trampled and Hunter reached him just in time to cradle his head as he died in his arms. From that day on Hunter was very afraid of storms, reliving the horrific scenes from that horrid day. He continued working at the stables for the next three years, finding the beats a comforting joy to work with. Then one day a dragon and his rider showed up at his hold, he wasn't sure why and he wasn't one to be nosey about a dragonrider and his business, but it made him a bit uneasy the way the dragon kept looking at him, but he shrugged it off and kept up his work. To say the least his was a bit more then surprised when the rider came over to him and told him that his dragon had Searched him. And so it was then that he found him self searched and on his way to the Weyr to stand on the sands of the next clutch.
Position in Family: The youngest of four children
Dragon's Name: Bediverth
Dragon’s Appearance: Bediverth is a rich, sandy brown. His wings stand out, however, for from wing joint to wingtip, the top sides of his wings are earth brown in colour. The only other places this colour makes an appearance are twin streaks beside his eyes. These begin on the hide bordering the back edges of his eyes and taper off as they move a few inches back toward his eye ridges. Bediverth is definitely on the large side for a brown, but his legs are a bit short for him. His wings, as though to compensate for this, are a little too large.
Dragon’s Personality: Bediverth seemed to Hatch at a maturity surpassing his fellow Hatchlings, for he deigns not to involve himself in the foolishness of other youths. He highly values logic and reason, often restricting himself from youthful antics as a result. He will need the encouragement of his rider, his most trusted companion, to risk ‘having fun’, a pursuit he claims is unrewarding. Truly, though, his reluctance to play stems from a certain level of social insecurity, for he fears that he would not be accepted by others if he behaved in such a manner. In other matters, Bediverth is much more confident, for he is very decisive and plunges headlong into situations that others might hesitate in. He is also quite quick-witted.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 16 Concentration: 10 Agility: 12 Team Coordination: 7 Creativity: 11 Allure: 9 Search/Rescue Skill: 4
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 23:04:11 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: Kinte - K'nte for those who don't know him from the old weyr.
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Preference: Female
Previous Position: Journeyman Carpenter
Current Position: Brownrider to Shelath
Appearance: While his brother and sister take strongly after their mother, Kinte looks nearly identical to his father. He's shorter, standing only five foot seven inches, and his skin possesses none of the olive tone that his siblings have, leaving him a pale, pasty sort, though he looks in no way unhealthy. Also different that his long, lanky siblings, he has a bit of a rounder build, not unfit, but not rail thin either. His mother often calls him affectionately, a 'teddy bear'. This is accentuated by his well-trimmed chocolate brown hair, and eyes so dark brown they're almost black. His left eye has small flecks of hazel, while his right has a splinter of bright emerald green just under the pupil.
Personality: Kinte's outlook is kind of quirky. While he understands that everyone has their own responsibilities, and their own lots in life, he doesn't seek to follow his own. He always tends to wander around on his own, and is up for any new adventure he can get his hands on. However, he's a timid sort around others, and will often simply nod and follow directions. When he is forced to speak, his words are barely over a whisper. And he never, ever looks anyone in the eye if he can avoid it. It's too easy to create a spark of anger that way.
History: Mother: Kinal - Cook Father: Solte - Cleaner Siblings: -N'yrl - Male - Eighteen turns - Blue Rider -Cilnah - Female - Nineteen turns - Candidate
Life is never easy when you grow up with an over-protective mother. Of course, it doesn't help when your brother and sister hop between one day on the back of a blue, and never come back. At the time, Kinte really was too young to understand all the talk of time travel and possibilities. All he understood was that two of the most important people in his life up and left him. At first, he was unbelievably sad, crying for days at a time. And then suddenly, he became angry. It was at that moment that he seemed to grow up before his age,
Of course, he never meant to cause his parents any grief, but he couldn't stand staying around the caverns, watching his mother mope and his father watch her with sadder and sadder eyes. That's why he was always off somewhere, first with friends, then with his dragon Shelath.
And then, during his nineteenth turn, the inevitable happened. His father, while working on a project to carve out more weyrs for the dragonriders, was fataly injured. He was unconscious for three days before he passed on. And Kinte's mother lasted not long after, perhaps a week. It just went to prove that you can die of grief...
His own heart heavy, Kinte decided that the time had come. There was nothing holding him to this weyr any longer. It was time to find his siblings once again...
Position in Family: Youngest of three siblings.
Pets: None
Alignment: Unknown - He has just arrived at the weyr
Relation to Existing Character: Youngest brother of Candidate Cilnah. Younger brother of Bluerider N'ryl.
Dragon Information
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Personality: Shelath is an outgoing, fun-loving type. He loves to try new things, and is always up for a new kind of mischief. He can be somewhat naive, but His tends to keep him in check, even if it is hard for both of them, with their matching personalities. But when it really comes down to it, if His is in trouble, there's no one on this planet who could keep them apart. His depth of protection for His is so deep that it's doubtful even the barrier of death could stop this brown.
Dragon's Name: Shelath
Dragon's Abilities:
Strength: 15 Concentration: 9 Agility: 12 Team Coordination: 10 Creativity: 12 Allure: 5 Rescue: 7
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 23:04:33 GMT -5
Character Name: Shoan
Age: 52
Gender: Female
Preference: Asexual for all intents and purposes.
Previous Position: Trader Caravan Mercenary
Current Position: Possibly a wingsecond if any positions are open x3
Appearance: Once a feisty-looking redhead, Shoan's hair has been drenched with a snowy tone by age. She keeps her hair cut very short, two or three inches at the most, for visibillity. Her aged face is unlined for the most part, though a few creases line her eyes. Her skin is also fairly un-aged looking, but it does have dusty quality to it. Her lips are thin and pale, and generally set tight. Shoan stands at a short to middling height at about 5' 5". Her body is very lean, and you'd be hard pressed to find any body fat. Her arms and legs are defined by well-maintained muscles. Her eyes are also very young looking, the iris stained a pale hazel that doesn't quite match her dragon.
Her attire generally includes flight gear, but if it doesn't, then it's sure to be very stark and plain. Others might call it elegant, though Shoan herslf is probably more likely to say that really, it was just the first thing she found and honestly don't you have something better to be doing?
Personality: Shoan is well-disiplined woman first and foremost. She is very strict and doesn't tolerate foolishness or obnoxiness in the least.She does not stand for any disrespect, though she has an iron will in regards to her own beliefs and won't bend them even if they Weyrwoman herself asked her to. ( Luckily her morals rarely deviate from what would be considered a 'well-run' Weyr anyway. )
Stubborn to the last degree, Shoan doesn't let anyone but her closest firends see her as anything other than an authority figure. She has a small amount of pride and doesn't take well to anyone who imposes on it.
Though outwardly cold, Shoan does actually harbor some human emotion. Though she mas not show it, she does like a few people. Anyone that she believes is actually willing to learn or understands her positions on political ideals will be appreciated. She's the sort of person that pushes some harder than others because she believes that they can do better.
Shoan's darkest secret troubles her quite often, but only those friends whom she considers closer than family will ever know. Her greatest fear is growing old and passing on. She fears the way that sometimes she wakes up feeling weaker than normal. She fears the passing of seasons. Though she may be panicking over this in her head, generally no one is able to notice.
History: Shoan started life born into a trader caravan. Her family had a fixed route that ran between several small minor holds and Celos. She was raised on the road with the other few children the traders begat. Shoan's parents, Rashol and Aoine, raised her with the expectation that she would one day take over their positions though she never showed an active interest in trading goods. When raiders hit their caravan Shoan was only ten. The raiders were repelled, but the traders suffered heavy losses. Shoan's parents were among them.
The young Shoan was devestated. Though the caravan had adopted her into their communal care, she remained isolated for a long while. After a few months, she started sneaking out when no one was looking to avoid everyone's pity attention. On one such excursion, she spied the trader guards practicing. She began watching them obessivly until one of them finally noticed the small girl watching them train. The guard named Cin took her under his wing and started teaching her the basics of various weapons.
The girl took to them like Thread takes to trees. She was a voratios leaner, and she spent most of her free time practicing the techniques that Cin taught her. Most of the traders just figured that she had found her niche, but what Shoan didn't tell anyone was that she was just doing it so that she could help protect those she cared for if the situation that took her parents ever occured again. With that goal in mind, Shoan trained and drilled for nearly ten years after that, taking a position as a guard for their caravan when she was old enough.
One day the caravan happened to be at Celos when a searchrider was inspecting candidates. Shoan could have been sure that she was too old for anything like that, but the searchrider singled her out and told her that she'd be fine for a hatching or two. Shoan figured a short break from caravan work wouldn't be so bad, especially if she was aloud to try her hand at becoming a dragonrider. She went to the Weyr, and luck was with her- she impressed her beloved Zepalth. The pair worked relentlessly as a weyrling and then as a rider, never stopping her weapons practice either. For all their hard work, Shoan was rewarded with the position of Wingsecond.
When Shoan heard about Sitareh's plan, she wanted to join in, if only for the chance to fight Thread. She was nervous about the jump, though, due to her age - and so she overshot the time.
Position in Family: Shoan has several neices and nephews, and a few grandchildren as well. Her own parents are long gone and very few of her siblings are sill in contact.
Pets: N/A
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Personality: This aged brown mirrors Shoan's personality in that he himself is also very reserved around others, though really he is very kind towards those he does not dislike. The dragon is prone to snap judgements like many dragons, and does not take kindly to insolence or childishness.
Dragon's Name: Zepalth
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