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Post by Shikai on Aug 16, 2007 23:23:25 GMT -5
Blue Riders Gaylen, rider of Alabanth Myari, rider of Valyiath Brell, rider of Brueth N'ryl, rider of Gryth Journye, rider of Lucaith B'rec, rider of Dagonth Myra, rider of Aglovth T'ren, rider of Owaith S'lem, rider of Griflith [/center]
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Post by Shikai on Feb 15, 2008 16:14:50 GMT -5
Character Name: Gaylen
Age: somewhat over 50 turns
Gender: female
Preference: hetero but adaptable
Previous Position: masterhealer at Artemis Moonlight Weyr
Current Position: addled and lost
Appearance: 5'6", medium build, average appearance, silvery grey streaks in long, brown hair, brilliant green eyes, face aging and lined
Personality: Gaylen was a masterhealer, shy with people for the most part but dedicated to her duties. She has seizures, however, that have grown in frequency and intensity, and recent circumstances has caused the injury to her brain to grow worse. Thus, one can expect anything from her personality.
History: Gaylen's early history is largely unknown. Only her dragon holds clear glimpses of it, gained from his rider's dreams, the memories of which he suppresses in her mind. According to her dreams, she was at one point a gold rider in the distant past. A horrible accident while fighting thread mortally wounded her dragon, whose last act was to try to protect her rider, and she shot through time to a land in the far north, and the far future, to die on the snow near Desolate Weyr. Gaylen wandered for a long time alone, with no memory, until her meanderings brought her to the Weyr during a Hatching ... where she was Impressed by a little blue dragon. The dragonet was weak and sickly, forcing his rider back into her senses to care for him, but he grew to be a strapping, strong blue. After the plague took most of her family, and most of the other riders of Desolate, Gaylen left the far north to wander again, winding up at Artemis, where she became their head healer and resided for a long , happy time. She bonded with greenrider C'lyn, a talented healer himself, when her Alabanth flew his Greylith. Then the pass ended, and the Weyr fell into desolation. Gaylen's seizures, as she aged, began to increase in intensity and frequency, and the act of going between on her dragon would sometimes trigger them. It was a very serious event like this that eventually would bring her to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: unknown
Pets: Memory, a gold firelizard
Dragon Colour: blue, greying muzzle, and silver-gray shading from age
Dragon Personality: an exceptional dragon, who is often the dominant partner of the pair. As his rider has gradually lost her mental capacity, Alabanth has gained intelligence and reasoning abilities to compensate and keep her safe. He now often makes the decisions for the pair, in order to protect his rider ... sometimes protecting her from herself.
Dragon's Name: Alabanth
Relation to Existing Character: ex-weyrmate of newly arrived greenrider C'lyn
Abilities:
Strength: 10 Concentration: 9 Agility: 12 Team Coordination: 11 Creativity: 15 Allure: 5 Rescue: 8
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Post by Shikai on Jul 19, 2008 14:48:55 GMT -5
Character Name: Myari
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Preference: Males and Females
Previous Position: Dragon Rider
Current Position: Dragon Rider
Appearance: Myari is a bit on the short side, standing only 5' 2". Her hair is a sun bleached blond from the time she was a fisher before her impression to her blue and then from working in the sun along side her fellow riders. Her skin is also tanned from that time as well, but if she stays inside for a prolonged period of time the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks appear. Her eyes are a light dove gray with a ring of light blue around the outer edge of her iris.
Personality: Myari is a very outgoing person, always speaking her mind as well as a bit of a clown. She enjoys having fun though never at another's experience.
History: Myari was raised in a small fishing hold near the harper hall, supplying them with fish. Her father had been a dragonrider, bonded to a brown, but he died before she got to know the man or his dragon. Her mother, Marlie, spoke fondly of him and only made Myari all the more wish she could become a dragonrider. Her mother married when she was a few turns old and had two other children. She was happy in her home if a bit of a day dreamer. She knew the harper that had been searched for a clutch and was lucky enough to be at harper hall when he visited one day. Oh, that magnificent bronze he was bonded to! L'kas and Seath both thought she might have what it takes to be a candidate so they brought her to Artemis. She had been nervous when she stood on the sands when it came time for the hatching. The progression of it all took her breath away and brought tears to her eyes as each impression was made. And then suddenly, there he was, her Valyiath, that beautiful blue!
She was proud of her position, even if she was only a blue rider. L'kas had expressed his happiness for her as well, but unfortunately her crush on him now could not be fulfilled. She still stayed friends with the bronze rider and enjoyed life as a rider, despite the thread. She detested the danger of it and the friends that it took away, but she and Valyiath did their duty. When the thread stopped she was over joyed, but at the same time upset that their way of life was going to change. She learned about the daring jump that L'kas was going to make and wanted to come with him, but he refused to tell her anything more. He wanted her safe, in a time without thread so that she wouldn't be sad anymore.
And so he left and she remained behind for a little while. But, she soon began to worry about him and she was growing bored with nothing to do, but mundane tasks, she even went back to fishing for a while, but it wasn't the same. Valyiath was bored as well, her blue was a curious one and with out anything new going on her grew very bored.
So one night Myari just happened to go by L'kas' weyr, no one had moved into it and no one had cleaned it up either. She stood went to his desk and looked over the papers curiously, spotting a map. Her curiosity piqued she picked the map up to study it more closely. It was a star map! She grinned and laughed, hugging the map to herself. Now she could follow L'kas! She took the map and went right back to her weyr, quickly packing a few of her things.
That night she and Valyiath made the jump forward, using the map that L'kas had forgotten in his weyr.
Position in Family: Myari is the oldest of three, but the only one sired by a dragon rider. Her mother married a few turns after she was born and had two children.
Pets: She had a canine while at Artemis, but the canine passed away a few turns ago.
Alignment: Rebel
Dragon Colour: Valyiath is a deep, dark, cobalt blue. In the right light, or if he is wet he looks black. He has a lighter patch of blue across the back of his neck where a stray piece of Thread landed on him, just missing Myari's lap. His wings are lightly larger then most blues, giving him the quick nimbleness of a green in the sky.
Dragon Personality: Valyiath is a curious and out going blue, quick to try and make friends with his fellow dragons. He can be a bit of a clown much like his rider.
Dragon's Name: Valyiath
Dragon's Abilities:
Strength: 8 Concentration: 4 Agility: 9 Team Coordination: 11 Creativity: 15 Allure: 12 Rescue: 11
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Post by Shikai on Jul 19, 2008 14:51:49 GMT -5
Character Name: Brell Age: 36 Gender: Female Preference: Females Previous Position: Dragonrider Current Position: Dragonrider
Appearance: Built broad and thick-boned, Brell is as strong as her hardy laugh. Light brown eyes twinkle from a freckled face, tanned with years in the sun. Her fiery mass of thick curling red hair is pulled back into a pell-mell mess that escapes into her face, hot and bothersome in warm climates but even more unmanageable were it to be cut. Her voice booms and she swaggers when she walks, her heavy boots clunking on the ground to announce her entrance before she can even round a corner to be seen. A smile is never far from her lips and despite every effort to remain stern, Brell just can't keep a straight face if she ever tried to hide her amusement. Reclining at a well-postured height of an average man, Brell is certainly a force to be reckoned with physically, though not necessarily an intimidating persona. The right side of her face, if one were to pull away her bush of hair to see it, is marred by a series of thread-scores that match an equally unpleasant racking across her right shoulder and upper arm, reminiscent of a large burn.
Personality: Brell is every bit as jovial as a cheerfully drunk. She spends her days laughing off the bad and dwelling in the good. She's easy-going, a joker, and both a natural conversationalist and story-teller. But because she takes things so lightly, she often doesn't recognize when enough is enough, and has a tendency to take things, like an innocent rib nudge, too far. Brell is course in language and demeanor, blissfully uneducated in the etiquettes of polite society. She does as she pleases and smiles away protests…Or throws a wicked right hook.
History: Although Brell lacks a particularly eventful past, that doesn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. She grew up an only child under the tutelage of her Fisher father, as her mother had died in childbirth. And while her gender left her on land, Brell eagerly joined in with the sailors once they came ashore. She could often be found waiting on the bluffs for the tell-tale sails of her father’s ship and listening to the stories woven by drunken Fisher folk once they pulled into port. Consequently, she picked up a lot of her quirks from these men. Brell stayed with her aunt and uncle while her father was off, and took part in the usual chores allotted to children. But at the young age of twelve, a searchdragon singled her out and she soon found herself impressed to her loveable blue Brueth. Life progressed without much variation from every dragonrider’s life, aside from a fairly serious slip up during her first participation in fighting thread. Brueth’s strange infatuation with one particular green left her the mother of a little girl, who was later named Trilia. But Brell was never a particularly motherly sort, and the child was customarily placed in foster care. When whispers of a massive jump to the future caught her ear, Brell was eager to join in on the commotion.
Position in Family: Only child Pets: n/a Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon Colour: Blue Dragon Personality: Not unlike his rider, Brueth is built stockily, more resembling a small brown than the large blue that he is. He isn't quite as speedy as his blue brothers, but can certainly keep a steady pace longer. That alone could sum Brueth up. He plows on through obstacles and life without question. He's a fairly docile creature with larger than average eyes that give him an innocently pleading look. His hide is a shimmering pastel blue, his back spattered almost entirely with tiny flecks of midnight navy. His right wing, however, much like Brell, is raked with thread scores. Brueth is, for all his bulk, fairly simple-minded, but has managed to pick up on a few choice bits of information that he just can't seem to let go of. And you'll never find a more loveable lump. Dragon's Name: Brueth
Dragon's Abilities:
Strength: 11 Concentration: 7 Agility: 13 Team Coordination: 5 Creativity: 8 Allure: 16 Rescue: 10
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Post by Shikai on Aug 15, 2008 22:52:26 GMT -5
Character Name: N'yrl
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Preference: Both
Previous Position: Apprentice Carpenter
Current Position: Bluerider to Gryth
Appearance: N'ryl is very much a twin to his older sister, though there are minor differences. He towers over most at an impressive six foot, three inches, but he carries himself in a way that makes him seem to melt into the crowd. His hair is a shaggy, dark black that is dull, with little sheen. Its uneven strands reach down to the base of his neck most of the time. His skin is not as richly olive as Cilnah's, but still contains a handsome hue. Eyes the color of jade peer out from behind bangs that could completely hide them if he so chose. His build is log, lanky. His limbs are a bit long for his torso, which makes him a bit clumsy, and thus his coordination is off. One thing about him, there is a silver dragon pendant that is always around his neck, the figure clutching a tiger's eye sphere in it's talons.
Personality: Generally, N'yrl is a quiet, gentle person. He very rarely raises his voice over a loud murmur, and there isn't an instance in the memory of anyone except perhaps his sister where he has yelled at anyone. Though he has his own opinions on just about everything, he hardly ever voices them, unless asked directly, and even then he will keep his replies succinct and as word-less as possible. Now, don't get him wrong, he is not anti social. Really, he is just shy, and if someone works hard enough to get past his rough, cold exterior, they'll find a loving, kind boy the likes of which are hard to find. His actions are generally prodded by his fear that he will disappoint, and an old, old memory that he fears will repeat itself.
History: Mother: Kinal - Cook Father: Solte - Cleaner Siblings: -Cilnah - Female - Nineteen turns - Candidate -Kinte - Male - Eleven turns
From the moment of his first memory, N'yrl has known that there were always two things he could count on in his life: rain, and disappointment. Based on these two things, he lived his life rather mildly, never going too far out of his way to push or prod anyone. After all, if he didn't want to go out of his own comfort zone, why would anyone else? That was his believe for the first half of his life. Meekly he did what he was told, never bothering to talk back except on the rare occasion, and even then there were usually extenuating circumstances. The only time he ever really seemed out of sorts was when he was feeling ill, and even then it wasn't noticeable unless you really knew him. Most of the time the only person who knew he wasn't feeling well was his sister, Cilnah.
He held the girl in near reverence. Though only a year older, he felt that she knew everything about everything, and never questioned her judgment. To his eyes, she could do no wrong. Even when it came to the point that most of the other boys in the weyr were separating from their families and moving off to do their own things, whether that be learning a trade or getting into trouble, the young N'yrl stayed by his sister's side unerringly. Due to the fact that Cilnah had been a babysitter to most of his peers, he never suffered much from ridicule. At least not to his face, and none that he became aware of. There were the rare occasions that she would come home scuffed and bruised, but she always waved off those times with a grin and laugh, telling him that she'd been her usual clumsy self. He had never argued, but secretly he knew that this was a lie. His sister was the most graceful, un-clumsy person he had ever met. He admired her for that.
But, as with all things, there comes a time when comfort and regularity must come to an end. And for N'yrl, this moment came during a terrible storm, amidst the humming welcome of dragons. He was a mere twelve, standing amidst Candidates, most older than him, though his sister was there as well, and that gave him some comfort. He had not yet gained his height, and as of now felt unbelievably small faced with his peers and the eggs, dragons, and especially the Queen-mother that stood guard over her precious children. And, as he stood shivering in the rain, with mist roiling up around him from the heat of the sands, he saw what he thought must be a nightmare unfold before him. Several of the Hatchings occurred without incident, and then, with a mighty crack, a saphire blue emerged onto the world. But almost at the same instant, there was a painful shout, and a clamor from the female candidates. His attention instantly diverted, he felt the worst feeling he had ever experienced, and to this day nothing has matched it. For there, in front of his very jade eyes, his beloved sister collapsed to the Sands, a crimson stain flowering on her white robes.
All thoughts of Impression forgotten, N'yrl scrambled to his sister's side, falling to his knees beside the motionless body and gently moving a wall of hair from her face, revealing a deep wound that spanned about the size of his younger brother's palm. For the first time in his life, he felt tears pooling in public, the guilt he felt deep in his chest more than any he could imagine. And then there was a voice in his mind, crooning his soft, soothing melody, trying to calm His. N'yrl looked up into the whirling eyes of the blue that was newly hatched and secretly, deep within his heart, a place not even his dragon could reach, the guilt grew.
For the next three days he would not leave Cilnah's side, and when she finally awoke, he realized his guilt was justified, for in the most fleeting of glances when she heard about his Impression, the young boy saw a flicker of jealousy. From that moment on he had distanced himself, learning of the dragonriders and their ways, avoiding his sister whenever possible. He would not force his presence upon her, for though she hid it well, he knew that she was jealous of him, and in his own mind, that jealousy grew into a hatred. Especially when his mother refused to let the girl stand any more.
And so things went for four years, as N'yrl went from weyrling to dragonrider, until there were whispers of a chance, of a possibility. There was a Queenrider who wanted to leave this place, to start a weyr of her own! And she needed others to go with her, to make this new weyr successful. And in N'yrl's mind, finally there was a way to make things right with his sister. Finally he could get back the closeness that he had not allowed himself with anyone other that Gryth since that moment in the resting room.
Once the plan was fully formed, he went into action. He went to his parents, begged an audience with them, and from there proceeded to plead, pouring forth his guilt, and every argument he had come up with to convince. For he had never admitted his guilt to anyone, and this came as a shock to his parents. It took most of the day, and there were many tears shed by all three of the people in audience, but eventually his mother agreed. And with that, things were finally in motion to put things to rights again. Now all that was left was to wait and see, for only time would tell if the future held a better memory then the past...
Position in Family: Middle child of three siblings.
Pets: A few fingerlings that he usually forgets to feed.
Alignment: Rebel
Relation to Existing Character: Oldest brother of Candidate Cilnah. Older brother of Brownrider Kinte.
Dragon Information
Dragon Colour: Blue
Dragon Personality: Gryth is a caring dragon in every sense of the word. Though he would like to be an introvert, the fact that His was one as well forced him to be the more extroverted of the pair. His mind is sharp, and he is a soft spoken in every sense. He is constantly wary of upsetting His, though the boy seemed to have his emotions well under control, and hidden behind a locked door that he would allow none to open. The blue, though large for his size, holds no arrogance towards others, and quite often will back down even when he knows he is in the right. Conflict is not his desire.
Dragon's Name: Gryth
Dragon's Abilities:
Strength: 10 Concentration: 6 Agility: 9 Team Coordination: 8 Creativity: 13 Allure: 14 Search/Rescue: 10
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:55:41 GMT -5
Character Name: Journye
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Preference: Bisexual
Previous Position: Journeyman Healer
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: Journye stands about 5ft 6inches. Her hair falls to her shoulders and is a deep midnight black except for her bangs and parts of the hair that frames her pretty heart shaped face are white. The reason these areas are white is because she has a birthmark along her hairline causing the discoloration, one can see the edges of the birthmark when she has be bangs pulled back. Her eyes are two different colors, her right eye being a deep blue and the left being a cool icy green. She is slim and curvy, what one would almost consider the "model" type.
Personality: Journye is shy and quiet, usually in the background She is very conscious of her unusual eye color and this contributes to some of her shyness. But if it is demanded of her she can take charge and isn't afraid to order someone around if needed especially in a medical situation. Once someone gets past the shy exterior they can find a sweet and friendly interior. She is fiercely loyal to those she calls friends and those that are in charge.
History: Journye's parents are Joren and Shalye and her sister is 2 turns older. Her mother is a master healer and her father is a Journeyman harper. While growing up she had always flip flopped between which profession she wished to pursue. Her sister became a Harper so at age 9 Journye decided that she would rather help heal people instead of just teaching or singing to them. She worked hard to learn all that she could, always one wanting to learn more and more despite her shy quietness. When she was 17 she became a Journeyman healer and was so proud. Her quiet manner helped her beside manner and her patients felt comfortable around her.
When she heard of the dragons and their riders return her need to learn bloomed into full force and she searched every hide and parchment she could find about anything she could learn about healing these great beasts and their partners. She some how managed to get noticed by one of their Search Riders and soon found herself at Araelen.
Position in Family: Youngest of two children.
Dragon Name: Lucaith
Dragon Personality: Lucaith is a surprisingly light, powder blue colour, with the same shade evenly coating most of his body. The few exceptions include his eye ridges and tail fork, which are a darker steel blue. Faint lines of steel blue also cover the undersides of his wings, crossing each other in a fashion reminiscent of cracked glass. He is an average size, with wings slightly small for his body, although there is a chance they will catch up with as an adult.
Dragon Appearance: The world is a fascinating new place to explore for Lucaith, and exploration is one of his favourite pastimes. He is a very innocent blue, unaware of the potential cruelties and coldness of the world, and it will be difficult for him to accept that not everything is shiny and beautiful. Lucaith is also a very determined dragon, committing himself wholeheartedly to learning new tasks. As a result, he is a quick learner, a trait appreciated by those teaching him. He is equally determined in the pursuit of finding friends, and once made, Lucaith is extremely loyal to those he has befriended. He relies on his rider a great deal to protect him from the potential nastiness of his new world.
Dragon Abilities:
Strength: 7 Concentration: 5 Agility: 10 Team Coordination: 10 Creativity: 11 Allure: 14 Search/Rescue Skill: 13
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:56:04 GMT -5
Character Name: Barec
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Male
Preference: Males, though he doesn't know it
Previous Position: Holder
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: Barec stands at 5’9” and has 18 Turns. His mahogany brown hair is cut fairly short, though a shock of it tends to fall in his face from time to time anyways. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, like fresh-tilled earth, and his sun-darkened skin is a caramel tan. Barec is well-built, though not broad, with strong arms and shoulders from work in the fields and defense practice with daggers. His hands have been toughened by labour, though they can be surprisingly sensitive and gentle while stroking a sickened beast or when he used to aid his canine. Barec’s jaw is square and his facial features masked, though he will be quite susceptible to letting this mask slip when exposed to Pern.
Personality: Barec is quiet and uncertain. He has lived alone for Turns (though he had his beasts and canine for company) and never met another Pernese aside from his parents before then. He would be unsure how to behave in many social situations, though his mother’s interactions with him taught the lad basic courtesies and social codes.
The fear that poisoned his father also drifts through Barec’s veins, and Barden’s warning governs his life. It would be hard for Barec to learn to trust another, but a side of him, the part that was coaxed into growth by his mother, longs for the simple pleasures that friendship and love could bring.
Despite his inhibitions, he dreams of adventuring out and traveling the world, though his devotion to the small Holding restrains him. The isolation pains him daily, and his curiosity about the outside world grows. Barec is also bold and decisive, used to obeying his own laws for Turns now, and he would not bow easily to another’s command.
Barec has also always had an empathy for animals. His bond with the canine was great, and he even felt loyal and sensitive to the burly herdbeasts. This gentle, hesitant side of Barec is evident in his cautious actions, as he is never one to plow into something without thought.
History: Barec’s father trusted no one. Soon after marrying the love of his life, Barden convinced her to move with him to the Southern Continent. He was disenchanted with Pernese society and needed to escape. After toiling loyally in the fields of his Lord for 15 years, he was assured a ‘promotion’ of sorts. It would mean a solid little cot and small plot of land of his own to raise a family on, and he’d finally be able to marry his sweetheart. When denied in favour of one of the Lord Holder’s immature, young sons, Barden was fed up. He married Arecca, only to whisk her away from the only home she’d ever known.
Although they landed at Lyros Hold, the opportunities of a new Holding endless, Barden was unable to remain there long. He began imagining things that Arecca couldn’t comprehend, suspecting his newest employer of cheating him of marks, of other men eyeing his wife… So he packed everything and slipped away with her in the night. They traveled far into the jungle, forging their way with only a pair of beasts, a canine, and a sack of seeds.
Two Turns later, they were well established in a cave overlooking a convenient plateau. Barden had cleared some area and planted crops, which seemed to flourish as readily as the rest of the Southern flora. Safely holed away in their cave, the couple was unbothered by the occasional Southern storms, and Arecca bore Barden his first son.
The young toddler learned early that the world was a dangerous place. At 3, he wandered too far from his father while they were tending the slowly growing beastherd. Barec had paused to gaze hopefully at some redfruit in a tree, when he realized there were eyes gazing back at him. A low growl emerged from the shrouded limbs, and the feline prepared to pounce. Had his father not struggled through the bush at just that moment, hollering at the top of his lungs for his son, Barec’s short life would have ended already. The feline yowled and skulked away, unwilling to risk an attack without her mate.
Barden was horrified by his son’s near death. In the one place he’d thought his small family safe, away from the rest of society, the risks were still too high. Barec could not wander alone. The boy was constantly monitored, always scolded for any deviance. Barec learned early the wisdom of silence and compliance, and he began to absorb the fear constantly wafting from his father. Arecca, too, had been shocked by the feline incident, but she didn’t understand Barden’s obsession with the event anymore than she had his previous paranoid maunderings.
Believing himself sobered to the cruelties of reality, Barden decided to risk no more children in the world. Barec grew up alone, with only his parents and the beasts for company. The quiet, unassuming boy went about his chores as required, exploring the countryside when he could (accompanied by their canine, at the very least), and daydreaming about a life with other children to play with in his moments before sleep.
Despite the strange behaviour of his father, Barec’s relationship with his mother flourished. The times with her were the best in his days, for she would smile where Barden always frowned, and her soft voice would lull his fears and anxiety when life seemed emptiest. He could sit for hours just listening to her sing: songs of dragons, of people, of love… It all seemed so exotic, so unreal and magical to the lad. He swore to himself, every night before sleep, that he would see these things some day. Some day, he would venture out and visit the rest of Pern. Perhaps he would even fall in love, as the people in Arecca’s songs often did.
When he had 15 Turns, his mother fell ill. A viscious storm was raging, and the beasts were still enclosed at the front of the cave, but Arecca did not stir from her furs on the stone floor. She had a raging fever and moaned constantly of a parched throat, but they could not fetch more than rainwater for her while lightning struck randomly about the valley. The storm finally ended, and Barden sent Barec racing for the stream. When the boy returned, he was not permitted to enter the cave. “You might get sick; it could be contagious,” Barden muttered, grasping the waterskin tightly while forcing his son away. Barec recognized the familiar note of panic in his father’s voice and quickly obeyed, a cold knot settling painfully in his gut.
Night fell, and Arecca was no better. Barden was beginning to feel ill-affected, but he dared not leave his wife, though the sickness was claiming him as well. Despite his terrors, his suspicions and fears, this was the one danger he could not run from. Arecca grew worse as the night wore on, and Barec still remained outside the cave, tense and alert despite hours of immobility on the stone.
“It may be a plague…some kind of plague,” Barec could hear his father muttering. The man came to check on him from time to time, daring not to approach him too closely. “You’re not feeling ill, are you?” he’d ask, the worry plain on his face. At Barec’s repeated negatives, Barden would sigh in relief and return to Arecca’s side. By morning, Arecca’s breath had slowed, and Barden found himself unable to return to the cave front for the constantly refilled waterskins placed there by Barec. She died in his arms, and he knew that he was soon to follow.
His father’s last instructions made their way weakly to the opening of the cave, and the boy, tears in his eyes, absorbed them like a sponge. Barden spoke falteringly of the dangers of Pern, warning his son not to trust too deeply, for betrayal would surely fall his way. He urged Barec to remain on the Holding, as such a life would be safest for him. Finally, Barden turned to the grimmest order: Barec was not to enter the cave until a sevenday had passed, to ensure that any disease his parents’ bodies might still hold was gone. This was the last the boy heard, and a deafening silence ensued.
Life must go on, and so it did. Barec’s only companions were the herdbeasts he tended and the ancient canine that had accompanied his parents to this place so many Turns ago. Though she was reduced to panting simply by following him to the stream and back, he bonded with the creature as never before, carrying her when she could no longer keep up and giving her the best cuts of meat when a herdbeast died. She was his only friend on Pern, and the boy was highly sensitive to her needs at all times. He’d speak with her, just to hear a human voice, and she seemed to understand, for she’d wag her tail or droop her head sympathetically, and that was enough for him.
Besides going about his duties and fulfilling those chores necessary for survival, Barec occupied his spare time practicing the rudimentary defense skills his father had taught him (after all, one never knows when a crazy Pernese might wander out in the jungle to attack him). He’d spend hours bare-chested on the plateau, swiping a short dagger through the air in moves rehearsed so thoroughly they became nearly instinct. Now that he was without an opponent for practice, he erected a rather man-like apparatus on a branch planted in the ground, complete with stick arms and a sack filled with dead greens head. Although it couldn’t attack back, it was a good target for staff defense and dagger throwing.
Eventually, his canine too passed away, for even the hardiest of the Pernese canines could not live forever. Barec’s 18th Turn dawned, and he felt the isolation keenly. Although he desperately wished to follow the ancient route his parents had taken in coming to the plateau, his father’s last warning haunted him at every turn. What would the world be like out there? If it was half as nasty as Barden had always said, no companionship could be worth it. But if it had its beautiful parts, the dragons and love Arecca had sung of, shouldn’t he at least experience that, even if only for a short time?
Position in Family: Only Child
Dragon's Name: Dagonth
Dragon’s Appearance: With hide the colour of a sapphire, Dagonth is sure to catch the eyes of the Weyrfolk as he passes. His back is dark sapphire and his belly a metallic, lighter sapphire, with each shade blending into the next. He is of below average size, but his neck is unusually long, so he usually holds it rather straight vertically to better support his head. As he grows, this may even out.
Dragon’s Personality: In a reflection of his diminutive size, Dagonth is a rather cowardly dragon. He will fight Thread as all dragons do, with fervour and determination, but he will be reluctant to enter any fight of Flight in which he may fail. Despite this inner uncertainty, Dagonth is extremely boastful, for he believes himself to be among the bravest of dragons, and he will share this thingyy pride with anyone willing to listen. He has little respect for other dragons unless they manage to earn it in some impressive manner, and then he will eagerly follow the most visibly strong leader. This holds true for his rider, for Dagonth views his rider as the strongest leader of all, eagerly obeying any requests and being bolstered by confidence his rider shows in him.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 11 Concentration: 8 Agility: 14 Team Coordination: 5 Creativity: 7 Allure: 16 Search/Rescue Skill: 9
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:56:28 GMT -5
Character Name: Myra (MEER-ah)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Apprentice Beastcrafter
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: Myra’s most noticeable feature is her height. The girl hit her growth spurt early, shooting up to a shocking six foot two. Her impression of extreme height for her age is only added to by her reedy, gangly appearance, with long, skinny limbs and an almost complete lack of feminine curves. In fact this, coupled with her short haircut, leads many people to mistake her for a boy. She doesn’t mind this, and typically wears more boy-like clothing as well. While she likes it because it is much easier for working, Myra also detests dressing up, or having to attempt to make herself look pretty. Myra’s hair is short and very unkempt, for it has a wild appearance and seems to be flying in all directions. It is smooth and black in color. Her skin is a medium tone; neither excessively pale nor dark. It is dotted with an occasional freckle. Myra’s eyes are soft and round in shape, and an equally soft-seeming blue in color. Her facial features are of normal size in proportion to each other. While some pull excessive height off with a willowy grace, Myra has none of this knowledge. Rather, she is the opposite – she carries herself awkwardly, as though she does not know what to do with herself. This is a mirror of how she feels internally.
Personality: Myra has always been an awkward youth. Quiet, shy, and melancholy, she knew she was different from other girls both in terms of her romantic preference and her appearance. She fears rejection from everyone, including society. She is emotionally fragile, and hurt and embarrassed easily under normal situations. However, she is protective of those she likes, and will put on a brave face to defend them. Myra is more likely to be sad than angry, and very rarely will she really be angered. This usually occurs when a friend or a loved one, or just a helpless victim is picked on, and when she is angry, it is a scary sight to see. Myra has a strong sense of justice and is very empathetic, traits that will not allow her to stand by when she sees something wrong, or a person who is suffering. If anyone can befriend Myra, she is a loyal friend, although she will take quite a lot of patience because she requires much time before she will truly open up to anyone. Myra will do almost anything for a good friend, even if her own life is put at risk. Myra is very hard working, and once she has started a job, she is loath to stop before she is finished. When on a job, Myra is never a leader, but a perfect follower, and will carry out whatever she is assigned without complaint. Myra loves learning, and especially stories with which to occupy her mind, for she frequently daydreams when she does not have something important to do. Stories allow her to temporarily set aside her own problems and sensitivities, and step into the lives of the strong, fearless protagonists of the tales she loves. Myra also adores animals, finding them to be less judgmental and easier to understand and work with than humans.
History: Myra’s mother, Mysha, worked as a Journeywoman weaver at the small, Southern Hold where Myra was born, and her father, Royhan, was a Master tanner. Their eldest son and first-born child, Ryshan, showed great potential for the tanning craft from an early age, and his parents were ecstatic. After such success with their first child, they had high hopes for their next. Myra, however, proved to be a bit of a disappointment. While not unattractive, the girl couldn’t quite be called pretty, and while she was willing to work hard, she had none of her brother’s talent for either of her parents’ crafts. Rather, she would sneak off to hear stories from the Harpers whenever her work was done, and sit for hours while they talked. This lead the Harpers to suggest that she become apprenticed in their craft, although her parents were disappointed to discover that she was rather tone-deaf, and had no hope of pursuing that profession. Her constant failure to live up to her parents’ expectations caused her to develop her insecurities, and in turn, her shyness, for she started to feel that others would know that she wasn’t good at anything, and dislike her. When her parents had another child, a daughter, they had lowered their expectations, but were pleased to find that she, unlike her sister, had a pretty face and a lovely singing voice. Caught between two talented children, Myra felt forgotten and unhappy, and took to daydreaming and detaching herself from society even more. Her favorite stories were those of the dragonriders of old, and she fantasized about what it must be like to be loved so unconditionally, and revered by all. However, she knew she had to take her head out of the clouds and find a suitable career path, if she didn’t want to simply be married off. Eventually, she found the beastcraft, where she found that she adored animals, and wasn’t bad at working with them. She was apprenticed, and worked hard for a long time to learn her craft. While she still wasn’t truly happy, Myra was doing better. However, that all changed with the return of the dragonriders. She was in awe of them, for the dragons were more amazing and beautiful than she ever expected. Myra knew of the incredible difficulty of being Searched, as they called it, and knew that she had very little chance of meeting their criteria, given that even she didn’t like herself. All the same, she was unable to shake the notion that it was her dream, and that she needed to at least try. As such, she presented herself amid the massive crowd of children who wished to be searched when the dragons came to her Hold, and against all odds, she was taken to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: Second child of four.
Dragon's Name: Aglovth
Dragon’s Appearance: Aglovth’s hide is quite dark in appearance and requires close examination to pick out the exact colours that make it so. He is primarily a deep navy blue, but he appears even darker because of the minute black speckles that cover his entire form. The concentration of black speckles is even higher at his wingtips, throat, and shoulder blades, almost eliminating the blue colour altogether. This is also true of his back right above the wing joints, providing a visible ‘saddle’ for his rider. He is a larger blue, with a small head and long legs.
Dragon’s Personality: While others leap to the front as potential leaders and braggarts, Aglovth prefers to maintain a distance, remaining in the background in most instances. He often chooses to observe rather than openly participate, and he requires the encouragement of his rider to step forward. This can be rather difficult at times, for Aglovth has a strong will, and he is not easily swayed from a path he has chosen. One situation that will call Aglovth from the background to the forefront is that in which another requires aid. He will immediately help others in any way that he thinks is possible, putting himself at risk if necessary. This makes him an excellent rescue dragon. As well, Aglovth is quite the romantic, once he sets his sights on the perfect female.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 6 Concentration: 9 Agility: 13 Team Coordination: 6 Creativity: 8 Allure: 11 Search/Rescue Skill: 17
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:56:47 GMT -5
Character Name: Tarren
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Preference: Straight
Previous Position: Apprentice Farmer
Current Position: Junior Weyrling
Appearance: As Tarren has yet to hit his growth spurt, he is still relatively small and youthful in appearance. His skin is tanned from farm work, although not enough to really be called dark. A few freckles are spattered across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. Tarren’s hair is a medium shade of brown; darker than his skin, and cut in a way so that each strand is quite long, but they hang in a rounded manner about his head so that his hair does not pass the nape of his neck. His eyes are a light, yellowed chestnut-brown, and are large and well-shaped, giving him the impression of innocence. Much to his dismay, he has a button nose that is often called ‘cute’, and doesn’t lead him to be very masculine in appearance. While his face was very round when he was young, Tarren’s face has since become a more angular, although it still has a softness to it. His eyebrows are the same dark brown as his hair, and make his eyes very expressive. Hard work outdoors has strengthened his muscles, although his childish body does not show them well. However, he doesn’t look skinny, but well-built and thin.
Personality: The best phrase to use to describe Tarren is ‘happy go lucky’. Like many young children, he tends to be a bit selfish and naïve, and always carries an unfailing optimistic outlook on life. Tarren has a great deal of energy, and is very prone to getting into mischief. He loves a good prank, although he is not mean-spirited and wouldn’t do something knowing that it would hurt someone, unless they happened to do something to make him angry. This is unlikely, as, while his emotions can change fairly quickly, he seems to bounce back well from insult and injury. Tarren is not the strongest boy, but he enjoys using his wits and harmless pranks to combat his opponents. He would much rather persuade someone to do something that to force them, and he can be quite convincing when he wants to, although adults are more likely to see through his acts. Tarren has a problem of forgetting to plan ahead, however, and often he becomes immersed in creating a new prank and fails to consider the consequences ahead. He is somewhat accustomed to minor punishment, and takes to it well after about fifteen minutes of sulking. He usually employs all his efforts into whatever he does, be it a chore or his latest prank. Tarren is friendly and easy going, and tends to make friends easily. However, forging true, long-lasting friendships is difficult for him, so he is usually without someone to share his innermost feelings with. Tarren isn’t always as happy as he lets on, but he tends to hide his emotions behind a brightly smiling mask, never, and in fact, afraid to, reveal emotions that some may consider ‘weak’, such as fear, sadness, and pain. He laughs everything off without thinking, even if he is deeply affected by it. As he grows, he is becoming increasingly self-conscious, although he would never admit it.
History: Tarren was born the middle child in a family living at a small cothold on the Southern continent. His father was a farmer, and his mother assumed the traditional roles of cleaning, cooking, and bearing children. Tarren’s father, Tavin, was extremely hidebound, and believed firmly in the traditional roles of women as wives and servants, and men as workers. He respected only those men who worked ‘hard’, and with their hands and backs, rather than their minds. Tavin was fiercely proud, and expected much of his young son. His two older daughters were raised to eventually be married off, and he expected his only son at the time to learn the farmercraft well, and eventually take his position. While never abusive, Tavin was a stern father, and taught Tarren without words that emotional displays were weak, and unacceptable. He grew increasingly exasperated with his child, who always seemed to be getting into trouble instead of growing into a solemn, hard-working farmer. While Tarren did do his work diligently, he always knew that the farmercraft was not for him. He had a bright and eager mind, and wished to do something that would allow him to learn and to use it, and even more, he wanted to be somewhere where he would be accepted for who he was, instead of expected to be what he did not wish to be. His wish was eventually granted with the return of the dragonriders, and Tavin, having since been given another son, one much more to his liking than Tarren, reluctantly agreed to let Tarren try his luck as a Candidate on the sands.
Position in Family: Third of five children.
Dragon Name: Owaith
Dragon’s Appearance: Owaith is a deep azure blue, traced with green streaks. This combination of colours creates an overall appearance of light teal, although blue is obviously his primary colour. His wing membranes are pale turquoise, contrasting with his darker hide. His head is fairly large on his small form, and his wings are narrow and long. This unique wingspan provides great agility in the air.
Dragon’s Personality: The best word to describe Owaith is passionate, for he feels strongly about everything in his life. Committing himself wholeheartedly to every pursuit, he loves to formulate plans, especially when it comes to having fun. However, Owaith can become quite carried away, and he may be quite upset if the situation does not turn out according to his plans. In his relationships, Owaith is equally committed to those he cares about. In fact, he can be nearly obsessive in his protective nature. This is especially true in terms of his rider, but he will feel just as protective of those who earn his friendship or who are cared about by his rider. .
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 6 Concentration: 7 Agility: 16 Team Coordination: 6 Creativity: 10 Allure: 14 Search/Rescue Skill: 11
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Post by Shikai on Jan 21, 2009 22:58:01 GMT -5
Character Name: Salem
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Apprentice Steward
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Salem stands about 6' 1" tall and has a firm, muscular build, not overly so but enough to get the job done when strength is needed. He has sandy blond hair that he wears a little longish, the ends brushing the color of his shirt, and his eyes are a soft brown color.
Personality: Salem is reserved and thoughtful, but does enjoy having fun and occasionally flirting. He enjoys dancing and the company of females. He his protective of all women and fiercely so of his sister.
History: He was raised in a large hold where his father Caleb was the steward and his mother Alyssa was the head kitchen woman. At the age of nine he started learning how to run the hold from his father become his apprentice in stewardship. He enjoyed learning the ins and outs of how a hold was run and operated for the Lord Holder. He learned how to handle disputes that were too small to bother the Lord with and how to barter for supplies and such.
He liked his Lord who was a kind man, but he lost some of the respect for the man when he took his younger sister for his mistress and then simply set her aside after only three years. He had had a great laugh at how his sister had gotten her revenge, but couldn't believe she had run away afterward though he knew she had been smart to.
He followed her to the small hold she ran to and was trying to convince her to come home when the dragonrider and his dragon declared that she would be perfect for standing on the sands for their clutch. He was happy for her and agreed that it would be a good place for her, but he was greatly shocked when the rider also told him that his dragon chose him as well. He protested greatly at first, but one tends to quiet down when a knife appears and is pointed in ones direction. He allowed himself to be taken and he even calmed down and had no hard feelings toward the rider. Besides his younger brother could take his place as steward apprentice.
His parents at first were upset, but grew to like the idea that they had two children to stand on the sands.
Position in Family: Oldest of three.
Relation to Existing Character: Brother to Calysta
Dragon’s Appearance: Griflith is primarily a vibrant sky blue colour. His hide is dusted in patches of periwinkle blue, creating an appearance of shifting clouds in a bright sky. Griflith is an average-sized blue, although his tail is rather long. This does not cause him to be too off-balanced, though, because it is thinner and somewhat more flexible than that of most dragons.
Dragon’s Personality: There is always a bounce in Griflith’s step, for he seems overwhelmingly full of energy at all hours of the day. The moments in which he drifts off to sleep will mean a blessed break for his rider, for he plunges into every situation, even the simplest of meetings, with unending enthusiasm. Griflith is eager and playful, committing himself thoroughly to all tasks and games. Despite his rather naïve nature, he is also very goal-oriented. Sometimes, though, his goals don’t always correspond with his rider’s.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 8 Concentration: 12 Agility: 5 Team Coordination: 14 Creativity: 7 Allure: 9 Search/Rescue Skill: 15
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