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Post by Shikai on Sept 12, 2007 23:51:29 GMT -5
Jr. Weyrlings - Green
Nicola of Cleoth Riley of Megrath Jaylee of Cassanth E’vrael of Sekheth X'rl of Penloeth Xiana of Nausith S'tar of Hatsheth R’tivor of Aramunith Kinga of Isith R'diel of Nethysith
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Post by Shikai on Jul 2, 2009 3:12:11 GMT -5
Character Name: Nicola
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Preference: As long as they know their place, it doesn't matter.
Previous Position: Farmer's daughter
Current Position: Multi-candidate
Appearance: Nicola's base look is the same as her sisters. Small, pale, with burnt metal hair and mahogany eyes. They even have virtually the same cut of hair. It's nearly impossible at a casual glance to tell them apart. They are identical twins after all. But if you take a moment to look at her, really look, the difference is easy to tell. Where Raina has an alluring, drawing air about her, Nicola has a cold, malicious one. Instead of making people notice her, she's good at hiding away in the crowd, watching what happens with narrowed eyes.
Personality: Cold, sadistic, and only out for herself sums up Nicola very well. She’s definitely one to play with her food before she eats it. Though the food is whoever she’s after at that particular moment. She finds amusement in torturing others, and will gladly torment anyone who dares to cross her path, even if they did nothing whatsoever to her. If anyone ever tries to stand against her, she will simply smile coldly, and that person usually disappears at some point or another. Often times she drags out her torment so that it lasts weeks, slowly driving her prey to foolish acts to try and end it, and only then will she put them out of their misery. But not many people know this, of course. She knows she has a child like appearance, and she uses that to her advantage. She'll play act the part of a nice, polite young girl, but the one thing she can never manage to get rid of is the cold look in her eyes, and the the slightly menacing undertone her words always seem to carry.
History: Mother: Saleena Father: David - Farmer Siblings: -Raina - Female - Sixteen turns
She wasn't even supposed to be here, really. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. The search rider had come for Raina, not herself, but she had taken her sister quietly aside and used her charms on her. And just like always, it worked easily. The girl was such an idiot. A few tears, and a pitiful look, a quavering lip thrown around every once and a while, and she could get anything she wanted from her twin. It was just too easy sometimes! Nicola had never had to do anything herself really, but she always got the credit thanks to her goody goody sister. Thanks to her little act, Raina had convinced the rider to take her along as well, and not long later, here she was.
Of course, she'd been left standing at the first Hatching, and she along with the rest of the candidates had been shuffled off to the dark, dank corridors in the lowest part of the Weyr. Where's she'd been left standing. Again. And while her simpleton sister impressed the Gold Wher that hatched! Well, she didn't want a Wher anyway. Let Raina have the disgusting creature. She's show her. She's show everyone. Once she managed to worm her way back into the Weyrwoman's good graces, she'd stand for another Dragon Hatching, and then everyone would see. Her little gold Queen would hatch, and then everyone would see that she was still the superior one...
And worm her way back into Sitareh's good graces she did, before the woman disappeared.
Position in Family: "Oldest" of the twins.
Pets: None
Alignment: Fiercely Loyal - when it suits her.
Relationship to Existing Character: Twin sister of Wherhandler Raina.
Dragon’s Name: Cleoth
Dragon’s Appearance: Subtle and sleek, Cleoth is quite the slip of a green. She is fluid and serpentine in every step, promising to be a graceful flyer indeed. Although she is smaller than most greens, she is not blunt-featured in any way, rather appearing like a miniature of her fellows. She is well-proportioned with narrow wings and an arching neck. There is also an elegance about Cleoth that more than compensates for her dainty form.
Cleoth’s graceful walk is even more enhanced by a stunning hide that shimmers as she glides. A myriad of greens are splashed and streaked all down her form, as if a painter decided to use her as his canvas. And a willing canvas she is indeed, for Cleoth flaunts her hide for all she’s worth. A rich pine green stripe follows her spine all the way up from the tip of her tail to spread tendrils of ivy across her face in a spider-web design. Her flanks are painted in overlapping strips of forest and jade green with hints of spring green shining through.
The jade green also spreads up and onto the undersides of her wings, a dark mat against the sky when viewed from below. Her upper wing membranes are a lighter shade of spring green, as if it has finally managed to break through the deeper colours of the rest of her hide and is shining for all it’s worth.
Dragon’s Personality: The first thing that strikes one about Cleoth is her confident manner. She has poise, wit, and charm, and she knows it. Far from haughty, however, Cleoth is intelligent enough to use her charms rather than simply flaunting them. She has an unusual amount of ambition for a green dragon, and she knows how to work her way to the top. Although she is most skilled in manipulating males, even driving them to infatuation, her sweet manner can also disarm most humans and dragons alike.
One thing her rider will learn quickly is that Cleoth truly is a green who believes she’s a gold. She has no patience for her ditzy, sporadic sisters, for she is focused, cool, and far above them. No matter how much her rider argues with her, Cleoth will never accept that she is a mere green, for she views such a category as limiting, and she needs room to grow. This may produce a bit of conflict between rider and dragon, as it seems that Cleoth refuses to be sensible, but in most other matters she is quick to agree. She may be intelligent, after all, but her rider is wisdom sublime. She could only have picked a truly remarkable human to be her lifemate, thus she must demur to her own astuteness most of the time.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 8 Concentration: 4 Agility: 11 Team Coordination: 6 Creativity: 14 Allure: 17 Search/Rescue Skill: 10
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Post by Shikai on Jul 2, 2009 3:13:35 GMT -5
Character Name: Riley
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Lady assistant and friend to a minor Lady Holder's daughter
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Riley is over average height and weight. Her hair is a strawberry blond and she wears it longish, the ends falling between her shoulder blades. Her eyes are a deep, emerald green with tawny, amber flecks in them. She carries herself with a natural grace and sensuality, her head always held high.
Personality: Riley hardly seems to be aware of her beauty or her sensuality. She feels most comfortable in a position of some command, able to gain attention when needed. Despite this she is friendly and easily makes friends. She has a very charismatic atmoshpere about her.
History: Her father is Lee and her mother is Rhionna. Her father is a Journeyman wine maker and her mother is a nursery woman in the holds nursery. She has two older brothers, Rye and Lyon and two younger brothers, Luke and Ryland. She is the middle child and the only girl. Her parents often doted on her, spoiling her. Her brothers were very protective of her even though they pick on her as well. They are the only ones allowed to pick on her, any one else that ries either must answer to them, or she will give them a dressing down on her own.
She was born a few days after the Lady Holder's daughter and there were raised in the nursery together since her mother was one of the women who worked in the nursery. She and Bryonna, the daughter of the Lady holder, became fast friends and one was never seen with out the other. When Bryonna became old enough to begin her training as a true Lady, Riley because her assistant since she refused to be separated from her friend. The position suited her and she learned many things as well.
As she reached puberty she developed into her natural grace and sensuality, both of which she seems unaware of. She learned how to hold the attention of a whole room and to compel them to do what must be done, or to convince them to believe as she did. She and Bryonna witnessed the dragons when they first arrived and much like anyone else the did not believe that the Thread would ever fall again.
She was shocked when it had indeed fallen and was outraged at the fact the the supposed protectors of Pern had failed so miserably at their duty. Then one day one of those riders had come to the hold when she and Byronna were out in the courtyard. The dragon had looked at them, but they had ignored it and its rider. Riley had laughed in the rider's face when he had told her that his dragon insisted that she was to come with them to the weyr. She give the rider a haughty look and gone back inside. That night she had been rudely wrapped up in her blankets and taken from her room. She couldn't see what was going on, but had screamed when she felt the ground falling away as she heard the beating of wings. Then there was a bone freezing cold and nothingness, worse then anything she could have imagined. Then the next thing she knew she was shoved into a barracks with only her blanket and her night gown.
Position in Family: Middle child of five, the only girl.
Pets: A green fire lizard named Lace. She is a moss green flit with the appearance of a lighter pastel green "lace" along the edges of her wings and down the side of her neck.
Alignment: Rebel
Dragon's Name: Megrath
Dragon’s Personality: Megrath is undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. She possesses a fire-cracker personality, quick to judge and quicker to take action. She knows what’s right for her and her rider and won’t hesitate to ensure that nothing disturbs their balance. Her tone tends to have a little bite to it, but this isn’t out of unkindness. Certainly, Megrath is capable of deep, genuine love and affection, something her rider will never be short on, but opening up to others is a completely different matter.
Megrath takes every relationship seriously, and her trust isn’t dispersed lightly. This is borne out of fear for herself and her rider’s wellbeing rather than meanness however, ever leery of getting herself mixed up with someone who might cause harm. When one finally manages to get past this tough outer shell, they will find themselves a true gem. Megrath is passionate and dedicated to the important individuals in her life. Although not ambitious, she always makes it a point to ensure that nothing disturbs the peace in her and her loved ones’ lives.
Dragon’s Appearance: Deep forest green coats Megrath’s underbelly, working its way from the tip of her snout all the way down to the end of her tail, fanning out beneath her wings as well. The top of her wings are spider webbed with this same lush color. Every other part of this average sized green, however, is drenched in a dark forest color so saturated it looks almost black. Perhaps because of this, Megrath appears to sink into shadows, and her long sinewy body with her shorter than average wings gives her dark form a serpentine appearance.
Strength: 7 Concentration: 6 Agility: 8 Team Coordination: 11 Creativity: 13 Allure: 16 Search/Rescue Skill: 9
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Post by Shikai on Jul 31, 2009 2:49:22 GMT -5
Character Name: Jaylee
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Preference: ---
Previous Position: Apprentice Dolphineer
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Light honey brown eyes look out from long dark lashes. Jaylee's thick dark chocolate brown hair, long and wavy, sweeps down to her lower back. Her shorter bangs frame her gentle oval face, a pale visage sprinkled with freckles. Her light, thin lips are almost always slightly parted, as though on the verge of speaking but not quite finding the right words. Although she reaches a startling height, just under 6 feet, her presence is easily overlooked, silent probing eyes glancing up cautiously.
Personality: Jaylee doesn't speak. Or if she does it's a rare tentative murmur. Shy, quiet, reserved and preferring to observe rather than get involved, Jaylee doesn't make for the most captivating company. But don't misjudge her vacant expression for one of stupidity. Jaylee sees the world through an artist's eyes, relating and comparing, breathing life into what would have none, and finding beauty in places utterly unexpected. And what's more, if she feels truly compelled to do so, she has a way of expressing her visions without words. Despite her tendency to be a wallflower, once Jaylee finds someone willing to put up with her, she clings, follows, and tries her best to please. While this can be a fairly endearing (or annoying) aspect of her personality, this can also leave her open to easy manipulation.
History: Jaylee, for the most part, has lived a fairly unremarkable life. She grew up near the shore, enchanted by the dolphins her mother worked with. It was no surprise then that the quiet girl became an apprentice dolphineer, though a few aunties argued she could have made a splendid artist if she only honed her skills. She never quite fit in with the other children however, and often required private attention in order to learn even the most base of tasks.
Jaylee was her elder brother’s physical shadow, trailing after the lad like a loyal canine. Early on this had been an annoyance, and Barsel would regularly try ditch the child to escape her clinging to his shirt. Often this would involve performing elaborate or difficult stunts that Jaylee failed to keep up with. When one such incident nearly led to the girl falling from the jagged cliffs to the roiling sea, however, Barsel guiltily became more lenient. Over time it was common to see Barsel, Jaylee, and their closest companion, Fallen, getting into scrapes together. Rarely were the three ever apart.
When it came that they were old enough to be apprenticed, these meetings grew gradually less frequent, however. Barsel, hardy boy that he was, eagerly joined his father aboard the fishing boats. Fallen remained in the Hold as a Weaver, and continued to spend time with Jaylee but to little avail. His eyes had long since grown disinterested with their place in the world. And one day, he too was gone. Jaylee was effectively occupied with her dolphineer training in their absence, though her quiet eyes remained always on the horizon for her brother’s returning ship or any sign of Fallen’s reappearance. Even when Barsel visited home, it was never the same, and Jaylee lamented the lost life, often curling in on herself at the intangible memories.
That is not to say Jaylee was completely miserable. Certainly, working with the dolphins was a dream come true. One of the free-spirited little critters wasted no time in attaching himself to Jaylee, making it easy for the girl to forget Fallen and Barsel while in she and Iggy learned together. The future would likely have seen her forever among the dolphins, but fate had her catch the eye of a dragon shortly before a Hatching. With two clutches waiting and candidates still needed, Jaylee was not even given the liberty of deciding which craft she would prefer before she found herself deposited in the alien Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: Second oldest
Pets: Dolphin Iggy
Alignment: Uncommitted bystander
Relation to Existing Character: Fallen (first cousin)
Dragon's Name: Cassanth
Dragon’s Appearance: Cassanth is an undeniably pretty dragon, with rich, jade colored hide marked subtly with ribbons of lighter green. These markings are arranged in wavy, twisting lines that bear a resemblance to the effect of the sun on the ever-churning sea, so when Cassanth moves, it almost looks as though waves are dancing across her hide. The fluid, graceful way she carries herself only adds to this effect. She is on the larger side for a green, which may compromise her speed, but her less than delicate build will greatly improve her stamina in the air. It helps that she is rather well proportioned, save for her slightly short neck and tail.
Dragon’s Personality: If Cassanth is not the most beautiful green in the weyr, you would never know it from the way she acts. Confident and proud, she flaunts her lovely hide and walks so as to better display her best traits. She enjoys the companionship of males far more than fellow greens, and makes quite the demure and coy temptress of herself around them, always looking to catch the eye of another attractive male. Cassanth can, however, be quite fickle with them, flirting incessantly only to switch her target when the mood strikes. Seeming rather the quintessential flighty green, she seems to purposefully avoid serious relationships. In truth, part of her would like something more than so many playful flings, and by talking to as many males as she can, she hopes to find the right one. Another part prefers to simply play around, and besides, her rider is and always will be her top commitment. She is actually quite smart, especially for a green, and will often voice her ideas. However, her reputation as not just a green, but an especially flirty one, usually causes others to dismiss her suggestions at once. The joke is on them when she turns out to be right, but the vague memory of dragons, it is rare she gets to say ‘I told you so’.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 10 Concentration: 9 Agility: 6 Team Coordination: 12 Creativity: 4 Allure: 12 Search/Rescue Skill: 17
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 3:13:02 GMT -5
Name: E’vrael
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Much to his dismay, Eravrael stands at a mere 5’3, not intimidating by any means. His overall build is slight and compact, with narrow shoulders and a slender form that would make it easy for him to slip into a crowd and disappear, were it not for the rest of his appearance. He has thick honey blond hair that is rich in color despite its light shade, and has the appearance of being soft in a fluffy looking manner. It frames his face on all sides, in uneven bangs that often fall over his eyes when they haven’t been cut in a while, and hair worn long, just barely touching his shoulders. He has large, light green eyes, soft and round set in a face of angles – a sharp chin and a thin, straight nose. His skin is neither particularly pale nor tan, and is even and unblemished. Eravrael is undeniably beautiful, although in a more feminine than masculine manner.
Personality: Eravrael has the soul of an artist. Very creative, he thinks in ways different than normal people, and thus can find solutions to problems that others wouldn’t think of. He is quite conscious of the beauty around him, be it a passing bird or a brilliantly colored autumn leaf, and it fills him with the desire to create beauty himself, with bark and charcoal or through died cloth and thread. An air of purity seems to cling to him, no matter how far from pure he may feel. However, as he is different from others, he has trouble making friends. It doesn’t help that he is very shy, stemming from a deep-rooted insecurity that hinders him constantly. He desires little more than to be understood and liked by others, and will go to any means in hopes of gaining the affection of someone, even if it means setting aside his morals. Eravrael is prone to lying, saying what he thinks others want to hear even if they are not his true thoughts. He is easily manipulated once one figures out his weakness, for he would do anything for someone who claimed to love him, even if they had no such feelings. In that, he is generally optimistic, wanting to believe the best in people, even when he can see that they aren’t as good as he so wishes to think they are. Despite being shy, he isn’t antisocial, truly wanting to be around people. While it takes a great deal of courage for him to approach someone first, he quickly opens up when anyone initiates a conversation with him. It’s the same with flirting, for while he’ll unashamedly flirt with someone who initiates it, he’ll drop only subtle hints, if any, that he likes someone otherwise. Due to his nature and willingness to open up to the wrong people as well as the right ones because of his longing to be liked, Eravrael is prone to being hurt often by others. Fortunately, he is surprisingly resilient, simply telling himself it’s regrettable the failed relationship didn’t work out, and moving on in hopes of finding the right person eventually.
History: Eravrael was the second child born to Valorael and Erazale, a Journeyman Smith and Journeywoman Healer respectably, of a decent-sized hold. The eldest was a nearly four-turn old girl named Vale, who was thrilled to have a little brother. Their parents, busy with their careers, spent little time with her already, so the birth of another baby was more positive, giving her a playmate, than negative, as the attention her parents gave her changed little. Eravrael was a timid child, and strange enough to attract negative attention from the other hold children. He enjoyed being outside to listen to the birdsongs and admire the natural beauty, but he was averse to the physical, running games children liked to play. Vale, however, acted as the friend Eravrael was unable to make, delighting in watching him and defending him from bullies no matter the odds.
While Vale’s actions gained her Eravrael’s complete adoration, they had the unintended effect of giving the boy someone to run to whenever he faced challenges, and as she always took it upon herself to solve his problems, he never had to. Thus, he didn’t learn how to cope with adversity or stand up for himself, instead becoming dependant on his independent, adventurous older sister. As Vale grew older, it became clear that she had remarkable talent in the harpercraft, and was taken on as a personal apprentice by the hold’s resident master harper. Eravrael was saddened, as he had less time with her, but proud of her nonetheless. Her latest accomplishments were frequently the talk of the family at dinner, and though Eravrael too was happy for her, he wondered anxiously if his own accomplishments would ever be able to compare. He wasn’t particularly good at anything, as far as he could tell, his favorite hobby being drawing pictures with whatever materials he had available (usually a stick and the dirt near the hold).
When the time came for Eravrael to be apprenticed, his parents took him around the hold, showing him the various crafts to see which ones he liked. Unfortunately, none seemed right for the boy. While he was a decent singer and could play an instrument fairly well, the thought of playing in front of his family, let alone a large audience of strangers, made the boy blanch. He didn’t at all like the idea of working outside doing the labor required by the beast and farmercrafts, and the sight of blood made him dizzy. He found something wrong with every craft, and his parents were at a loss at what to do with their son.
It was Vale who found the solution when she and Eravrael were walking in the hold one day. The boy paused to admire a tapestry, eyes wide with wonder as he traced the patterns and rich colors with his eyes. Vale started to call her brother to follow her, but stopped when she saw him, her eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. “Do you like that, Eravrael? Would you like to make tapestries like that?” The young boy nodded emphatically, and Vale marched him back to their parents, proclaiming her idea of apprenticing him as a weaver. Their parents weren’t so certain, as the weavercraft was one of the few female dominated crafts, and Valorael didn’t like the idea of apprenticing his already effeminate son as a weaver. Surely what the boy needed was to be a Smith, or a Beastcrafter! Something to get him working with the other lads, and he would turn out to be a normal boy yet! But Vale and won Erazale to her side, and together, they persuaded Valorael to let the boy try it.
Artistic by nature, Eravrael instantly took to the Weavercraft, showing a good deal of talent for it. His nimble fingers quickly learned how to weave cloth in beautiful colors and patterns, and to sew both clothes and embroider tapestries alike. His fellow apprentices, however, did not take kindly to the only boy among them. The Weavercraft was, after all, one of the precious few crafts where women didn’t have to compete with men, thus facing no discrimination. Eravrael, especially with his talent for weaving, was seen as a threat. Thus, he was treated coldly by most of the girls, usually ignored altogether. It bothered Eravrael greatly, as he very much wanted a friend, but didn’t know how to make one. He saw less and less of Vale as he grew older and she became busier with her studies, rising to the Journeyman rank at 17.
Eravrael did make one friend, a girl his age who was quite friendly toward him, unlike most of the others. However, she eventually revealed that she wanted to be more than friends, and had liked him for quite some time. Eravrael was caught completely off guard, and, embarrassed, informed her that he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. Hoping it would lessen the rejection, he told her that his feelings were for men rather than women, something he hadn’t shared with anyone, although several had assumed that was the case. However, it had the opposite effect on the girl – she claimed that he disgusted her, and that she would never speak to him again. She kept her word, too, and that was the end of their friendship.
Yet Vale at least always found time to visit her brother, and one day, she even brought him a firelizard egg. She had received it as a gift from the Holder of a small hold she was stationed at after one of the children found a sizable clutch on the beach. She was given an egg of medium size just before she was due to leave and return to the hold for a while, before moving on to her next station. Finding her brother especially unhappy, having lost his friend just days before, she gave the egg to him on a whim, thinking that having a firelizard companion would do him good.
To everyone’s surprise, the egg hatched a bronze firelizard! Undersized at birth, he grew to be an average sized bronze, though still leaning to the small side. Named Othello by Eravrael, he did indeed prove to be a good companion for the boy, often sitting on his shoulder to watch while he worked at his loom.
Vale was given her new station, a distant cothold several days travel away, so she joined a small trading caravan to journey there. However, tragedy struck when her caravan was attacked by holdless raiders, who made off with most of the traders’ goods and killed two of their party in the scuffle, Vale included. Eravrael was distraught by the news. His sister had always been his protector, his constant friend. Suddenly stripped of the majority of his support, Eravrael’s insecurity deepened as the boy withdrew further into himself, feeling more alone than ever, even with Othello.
When the dragons returned two turns later, time found Eravrael little improved. He had an unhealthy desperation for kind of bond he’d had with his sister, for that love and acceptance from someone, anyone. He endured several relationships with lads who cared little about him, giving in to all their demands in hopes that they would like him for it. Quite miserable at the hold, he looked with new hope at the weyr, the shining promise across the sea. Legends had told of dragons, and their legendary unconditional love and support, the wonderful bond they shared with their rider. He wanted that more than anything, and resolved that when the Searchriders came to his hold, he would leave on a dragon, somehow, no matter what he had to do to get the riders to take him, he would find a way. If he had any chance of finding happiness, it lay at Araelen, he was sure of it.
Position in Family: Youngest of two.
Relation to Existing Character: Acquaintance of Brinne
Alignment: Undecided
Pets: Bronze firelizard Othello
Though a bit on the small side for a bronze, Othello’s hide shines with radiance surprising even for a metallic, giving him the appearance of a little star wheeling about in the air. He is mainly a rich, classic bronze color, offset with a light, golden-bronze overtone that is especially concentrated on his wings and back. He is a gregarious little creature, with a curiosity that can get himself and Eravrael into trouble. Othello is very devoted to his, and can usually be found on the boy’s shoulder, happily watching the happenings around him from his favorite perch.
Dragon: Sekheth
Dragon's Appearance: For all those adventurers who marvel at the stories of stumbling into a forgotten cave, traveling though cavernous tunnels, and ultimately arriving at the treasure chamber where a large gem sits on a pedestal illuminated by faint torchlight, the sight of Sekheth will no doubt give them pause. Her hide is a deep, deep emerald green, so rich that it seems to flash with myriad facets in the sunlight, and all throughout it are tiny black streaks, much like the dark depths of a gemstone. Along with the many black streaks are also a collection of kelly green streaks, which contribute to the shine of her hide when caught in the light. Her wing membranes are a far lighter spring green, and this colour also occurs on the underside of her neck and belly.
Sekheth is an average-sized green with fairly good proportions, though her legs are a little on the short side and her torso is somewhat barrel-chested. She is otherwise lean and slender, obviously one who tends diligently to her health, and her wings are very long, providing agility in the air. Her neck is quite thick and a little short, but her snout is narrow and pointed.
Dragon's Personality: Sekheth is a passionate and fiery green, and she puts her energy to good use. She is intelligent in the pursuit of her goals, with a quick mind surprising for a green. In her interactions with others, Sekheth is rather brusque and straightforward. She doesn’t bother simpering in front of males or feigning vulnerability. If they want to have a chat, then fine, but she’s not going to put on a show! Sekheth is also extremely fierce for a green. She is a hunter, and she hones her skills on a daily basis, even if she isn't hungry. Her rider will have to watch her carefully, for the sound of a breaking twig in the jungle may send Sekheth bounding off in pursuit of the prey. She may even leave a dead rodent or two in their weyr as a gift to her rider… Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 5 Concentration: 8 Agility: 14 Team Coordination: 6 Creativity: 13 Allure: 14 Search/Rescue Skill: 10
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 3:21:28 GMT -5
Name: X'rl
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Preference: both
Previous Position: Eldest son of a Farmer in a small hold
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Black hair, black eyes, dark skin, about 5’7”
Personality: Xiarl is a very arrogant bastard. His father brought him up that way and he continues to dominate his twin brother Xian and their younger sister Xiana. Their parents are both dead, so he has been head of household for 3 years now, much to Xian’s chagrin. He expects his sister to fulfill his needs of running the household, cooking, etc but not the sex, much as his dad did to their mother and to Xiana when he was alive. Xiarl does graciously allow Xian to use Xiana the same way with him. On the other hand, Xiarl would probably kill anybody who tries to touch Xiana or Xian. Family is family and his to decide what is done about them.
History: Mom: Arla, deceased farmer’s wife Dad: Ximon deceased farmer Brother: Xian (twin), 17 Sister: Xiana, 15
Ximon had a small farm hold near the coastline. He met Arla at a gather when she was 12 and he was almost 20. Charming to the nth degree, he soon had the marriage arranged. Xiarl and Xian were born after a few years and several miscarriages. Those babies were never talked about. Ximon ruled his family with a very strict demeanor. He demanded instant gratification from Arla. When the girl Xiana was born, it almost broke Arla’s heart. But she believed and loved her husband implicitly. When Ximon started expecting his boys to act like him, there was no word of complaint from Arla. Xiana was soon expected to fulfill Arla’s duties if Arla was too busy. This went on for years. Xiana probably never knew anything was wrong with their family group.
Then tragedy struck their family. Arla died in childbirth, leaving Ximon heartbroken. While he never actually struck any of his children, he was never kind to them. Ximon died when the twins were almost 14, leaving them with a respectable farm and no debts. The twins managed to keep the farm running, planting, fishing and such. Xiarl insisted that Xiana share the big bed that the twins slept in for safety and convenience. Sometimes Xiarl’s sadistic behavior is taken out on his slightly younger brother, but he had not heard nor solicited any reasons to handle their live otherwise.
Until the Search came to them. The Dragonrider who arrived at the small hold and asked for hospitality was impressed by the young girl, but curious as to the silent and unwelcoming treatment he got. The girl was picked by the Dragon as a future candidate. Privately Xiarl was furious that anybody should pick his sister that way. However he charmed the Rider into allowing both Xiarl and Xian to accompany Xiana to the Weyr.
Position in Family: Xiarl is the oldest by about 5 minutes.
Alignment: Undecided
Pets: none
Dragon: Penloeth
Dragon's Appearance: But, but ... there is no such thing as a white dragon! Yet, no, on closer look, she is not white at all – but a pale, pale green that almost sparkles in the light. And if you look again, you see that her undersides, beneath her wings, the insides of her legs, and around her muzzle are in fact darker still. What would you call her color? Frosted Mint? Pastel Sea-Foam? Whatever the description, Penloeth is unique among green dragons in appearance! She is average in height for a green, and slightly broader than most greens in width, giving her a bit more strength and stability than many of her sisters. Her wings are broader, carrying her longer in flight, but with enough length to give her quite a bit of agility.
Dragon's Personality: This girl always seems to have a twinkle in her eyes. She is a true optimist, always seeing the positive in every situation, sometimes to the point that she takes danger a bit too lightly. Penloeth can be a great asset in times of fear, however, for her confidence that all will be well inspires encouragement that can carry her rider through some very troublesome times. She is a terrible flirt, as well, so confident in her adorable-ness, that she has no problem hoping for many bronze suitors (although loves the attention of the blues and browns as well). She is social to the maximum, as well, loving to nudge her way into conversations and gatherings, whether invited or not.
Penloeth loves fun, and revels in feeling her rider enjoy himself. This pale green also has a strong affinity for music, more than most dragons might display, and can often be seen tapping her tail in time to the beat at feasts and gathers.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 4 Concentration: 6 Agility: 12 Team Coordination: 8 Creativity: 14 Allure: 16 Search/Rescue Skill: 10
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 3:35:05 GMT -5
Name: Xiana
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Preference: males
Previous Position: Farmer’s kid
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Like her brothers, Xiana has very dark hair and very dark eyes, but she carries them in a different manner. She very much looks the part of a baby sister, giving an onlooker the feeling that she must really be a doll; she looks so fragile and pretty. Her smile is so genuine, though, that they know she is not in spite of her ethereal beauty. To make up for her face's prettiness, however, are the subtle scars and bruises from her father's and older brother's less than gentle treatment? She does her best to hide them, because she knows that it would be bad to show them off.
Personality: Xiana spends most of her time idolizing her brothers. Although small, she will immediately fly into a rage at someone who even pretends to insult the twins. She cannot recognize the animosity between them, and seems unaware that the abuse they all bore under their father, and that Xiarly now continues, is not a way of expressing love for someone beneath you, although she has developed a bit of an inferiority complex from being always told that women, especially the youngest children, are weaker than their male counterparts. A little on the nervous side, she needs constant reassurance of things like love and sometimes, when disaster seems to strike, the very existence of her twins by her side, a need picked up after their father, who she loved unconditionally and irrationally despite his blatantly inappropriate behavior, died.
History: Father: Ximon deceased farmer Mother: Arla wife of farmer/punching bag Brothers: Xiarl candidate aged 17 Xian candidate aged 17
Arla and Ximon met at a gather when she was twelve and he was twenty. As soon as he was able, Ximon wed Arla, and they commenced the baby making. Because she was so young and so small, she had several miscarriages before two, small dark baby boys were born.
The couple named them Xiarl and Xian, and the two brothers quickly became a part of the family in a way their fallen comrades, who never made it past the fetal stage and never made it into the conversation, would ever be.
Ximon held a heavy hand over their little familial unit. When he wanted something, he got it. AT the beginning, he simply wanted Arla on demand. That would change as time passed.
When the twins were no more than toddlers, another child was born into the family, a little girl. They named her Xiana, and everyone loved her. Xiana latched onto her brother Xian early on, because he was so gentle and kind to her when everyone else treated her like rubbish.
Their mother, too, was thrilled to have a baby girl, but she was also worried that Ximon would demand the same things of their daughter that he did of herself. She trusted him not to, though, because she loved him. It was a rather stupid thing to do, in retrospect, but she had no retrospect, and fate decided what would happen.
Xiarl was the dominating sibling from the beginning. He was the top of the pecking order, and Xiana looked up to him, because he always knew what to do, knew what was the right answer, even if he was a little mean to she and Xian a lot.
After a few turns of growing and schooling, if you could call it that, for the children, Ximon started creeping into Xiana's room while her mother was busy with other things, like an ill brother, or making dinner. He touched her and did things that made her feel like a big girl, even if he did tell her not to tell her mother or brothers. It was kind of fun, besides, to make her daddy happy like that. It never occurred to her that anything could be wrong with what they did behind closed doors.
Arla never knew about these infringements on the girl's virtue because soon after that began, she died. She had been pregnant with yet another child, and this one was expected to live. A few days before she was due to give birth, it became apparent that this was not the case, because she spontaneously aborted and bled out. The family buried their mother in silence, and she was never directly discussed again.
Ximon was never quite the same after that. He never hit the boys, but he was never nice to them. He began to abuse Xiana even more than he had been before, for lack of Arla to abuse, and not in quite the nice way she'd thought it was before. He wasn't so gentle, and he did things that seemed more dangerous. She trusted him, though, and he never got her killed, so, in her mind, it was right.
When she was twelve, Ximon died suddenly, leaving their farm and all its glory to the twins, including Xiana. Luckily for them, they were in no more debt than the usual tithe required annually, which was to be expected anyway. The managed as well as they could, under the circumstances, and kept the farm in good, working condition.
Their parents had been dead for around three turns when a rider wandered up to their little corner of Pern and took a liking to the girl. He ended up deciding to take her back with him to the weyr, and Xiarl managed to talk him into taking the boys back with him as well.
Position in Family: youngest of 3
Alignment: whatever Xian and Xiarl are, what with her worshiping them.
Pets: none
Dragon: Nausith
Dragon's Appearance: As noble and proud as her personality is, she also looks the part. Nausith is a dark green, the color you find when walking through the forest right as the sun falls. Her color lightens as it touches her underbelly and the back of her legs, as though the sunlight has reached through the branches to touch upon it and throw the leaf green into a brighter light. The color on her back is not a uniform color, however. It seems to dapple and shift, especially when the direct sunlight hits it. Then the color is thrown into an clearer light, and the dark green bursts into a crystalline darker emerald. She is long legged and as a dragonet will sometimes be a bit clumsy, almost like a young filly - however, as she gets older she will begin to move with that grace and poise that you expect from a beauty as she. She isn't the strongest of the greens, and she isn't the biggest, but she is agile and fast, with a proud tilt to her head that she carries everywhere she goes.
Dragon's Personality: Nausith is her own self, if nothing else. She is not one to focus on herself - no, that would be ridiculous. She is a noble thing who will not back down to anyone - when other's flee, the dragon will stand her ground. She is not the biggest of flirts, especially for a Green, but when she finds the special One she will do anything to please him, despite what Her's thinks. She is a dragon who enjoys being able to see Her's, or touch them - she gets anxious if she happens to be by herself for too long. Nausith is a thinker, another odd trait for a Green. She tends to be modest, but don't let that give you any ideas. She believes everyone is an equal, and if she sees anyone threatened infront of her, woe on them. Dragging Her's along, she will defend and fix any problem she sees. Nausith tends to be a dreamer - she takes things the clouds say or Her's has dreamed as "signs" and as quick as she is to decipher the sign, Her's and her will be off to do whatever it says. This is something she is very serious about - what the signs say, they do.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 7 Concentration: 12 Agility: 13 Team Coordination: 10 Creativity: 7 Allure: 17 Search/Rescue Skill: 4
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 3:43:47 GMT -5
Name: S’tar
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Preference: males (though with trepidation, see history)
Previous Position: “worked” aboard a sea-raider's ship
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Tall and lean, wiry, with physical strength belying his slender form. Long bleach-blonde hair, worn straight and tied back in a strip of hide, and slanted bright green eyes. “Too pretty for his own good”, literally. High cheekbones, a smile that will melt you, though it's rarely seen. Tanned due to being at sea and on deck.
Personality: Silatar is very self-protective, withdrawn, unwilling to open up to anyone.
History: Silatar's parents died when he was a young child and he was raised by his two much-older brothers, who never saw him as much more than a burden. The brothers, Santar and Silm,were nearly adult when their parents died – first the mother of illness, and then the father passed due to a blow to the head caused by a fall on the slippery seaside rocks. When Silatar grew to teen-aged, and a very pretty young man, a gang of unsavory sorts, sea-raiders, spotted him and offered a large sum of marks for him. The brothers eagerly sold him, washing their hands of the responsibility, and dividing up a pretty purse between them.
Silatar then became the Captain's toy, forced to do “manual labor” day and night, if you know what I mean.
When the raiders stalked a ship caravan bringing goods to the Weyr, Silatar slipped overboard, hiding among the rocky beaches, till the raiders got tired of looking for him, and sailed away.
Position in Family: youngest of three boys, the elder two are much older,
Alignment: Will most likely turn rebel
Pets: none
Dragon: Hatsheth
Dragon's Appearance: Quite large for a green, Hatsheth towers head and shoulders over most of her Clutchsisters, but her great size is mostly due to height, not width. Her legs are slender and elongated, raising a narrow yet tall torso high above the ground, and her neck is similarly long and almost serpentine. In contrast to this build, Hatsheth's wings are very broad, providing great lift at the expense of agility in the air. Her head is also small, like the rest of her body, with a blunt snout and petite headknobs. As for her colouring, Hatsheth bears a striking resemblance to a moss-covered stone. Gray-green is the predominant colour that graces her hide, yet everywhere, tiny streaks of fern green form intricate lacework patterns that trace her entire form. Only someone who peers closely at her will note this complex design, while her overall colour from afar settles halfway between gray-green and fern green. Her stomach is the only area free of all fern green, leaving it a light celadon colour that is quite striking when viewed from below.
Dragon's Personality: Hatsheth's rider will learn very quickly that this green does not concede to any direction very easily. She is a rather stubborn dragon that way, for Hatsheth knows two main things in life: that she doesn't enjoy doing unnecessary work or tasks, and that she has the best idea of how to do said tasks when she does deem them necessary. In other words, Hatsheth will not be the type of dragon who is amused by learning 'tricks' or frolicking about; if a bath is necessary, it's business as usual, and her rider will be sure to receive plenty of instructions on how best to clean her hide! It isn't that Hatsheth is purposely being difficult. Rather, this green is very proud and has a very brisk approach to life. It is a quality that will take her farther than most dragons of her colour, for she is quite intelligent and able to plan, unlike most airheaded greens she meets. Hatsheth will be able to parry the conversations of males quite effectively, with a sharp wit and sense of humour on her side, but she will never be the flirty, bubbly green that most males are used to. If she finds a mate, it will be someone who views her as an equal and appreciates her quick mind more than her pretty hide. One must be wondering by now, is this green dragon really so cold? By Faranth, no. She has boundless amounts of affection for her rider and will also be playful with any friends she makes. Her reserve merely comes from guardedness around strangers or acquaintances, as well as the desire to portray an image different from most greens. One might even wonder if this is actually an attempt to stand out from the crowd, for there are many greens in a Weyr… Either way, Hatsheth is a worthwhile friend to earn, and she should loosen up, on occasion, with enough encouragement!
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 9 Concentration: 7 Agility: 16 Team Coordination: 5 Creativity: 8 Allure: 14 Search/Rescue Skill: 11
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 12:55:23 GMT -5
Name: R’tivor
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Herder
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Soft, amber-coloured bangs fall across Retivor’s pale forehead, while the rest of his golden-brown hair settles at just below his ears. Below the bangs is a pair of deep blue eyes, their colour reminiscent of the vibrant sky on a bright spring day. The rest of his features are small and delicate, with no hint of boldness in either his narrow chin or slightly pointed nose.
Retivor has a slender build, which matches his rather unimpressive height of 5’6” quite well. Along with his soft, warm features, it is no surprise that the lad’s appearance has often been described as somewhat feminine. His shoulders are not broad, and his limbs are not well-muscled. Instead of strength, he has been granted agility, and speed if he needs it.
Personality: Just as there is nothing hard about his features, Retivor’s manner is anything but unapproachable. He is a very light-hearted lad, joking easily with strangers and friends alike, and he is always open to company. Despite his kind nature, though, Retivor has few close relationships. He has many companions he would call friends, but there are few that he forms deep bonds with. He is an amazingly private person in that regard, taking time before investing his trust in others.
There is also an innocent side to Retivor, in spite of the darkness he has seen. Although his self-confidence has been thrown into question by recent events, he still has hope that others will return his friendly appeals. At times, the lad may be mistaken for shy, due to his quiet exterior, but he is always ready with a smile when others approach.
Those who do spend more time with him will discover that Retivor is a bit of a romantic. While alone with the herdbeasts, watching for wherry flocks that might fancy a meal from one of his charges, the lad often takes out a scrap of canvas and his small set of paints to capture Rukbat while it sets or a pond as it ripples in the breeze. Unfortunately for Retivor, he is liable to fall in love with crushes as quickly as nature scenes, and the lad may suffer a number of heartbreaks due to his overeager affection.
History: Retivor was the first child born to Master Herder Reklin and his wife Tivia in the small mountain village of Winddance Hold. In the mountains, little could grow except shrubs and grass, making the Minor Hold ideal for raising ‘beasts of all kinds. Reklin had grown up in the Hold and sought out an Apprenticeship at the Herder Hall at a young age. After achieving his Master status, he promptly returned to Winddance Hold to improve the Hold’s stock and make the area famous for its tough yet fat herdbeasts. He brought his new wife, Tivia, whom he had met during his time at the Hall, back with him.
From the day that Retivor could walk, his Father would take him out to watch the ‘beasts. The growing population had been divided into manageable herds, each of which was sent off with one of the Hold’s boys to range the mountainside for vegetation. His father quickly began teaching Retivor everything he knew about ‘beasts, even insisting the boy be present to watch his father assist in births. Retivor grew very close to his Father over the Turns, relishing the time he was able to spend with him and eager to depart each morning for the fields.
His younger brother, Taniva, was born when Retivor was four Turns old. Soon, his Father was bringing the younger one along on his and Retivor’s forays, and the older boy couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of his Father’s divided attention. However, Taniva was vivacious and bubbly, and Retivor soon came to enjoy having his brother along.
Both boys easily made friends with the other lads at the Hold, taking off on their free days to explore the countryside with their ‘pack’, as they called it, and otherwise getting into trouble around the Hold. Retivor became fast friends with Daikri, the Minor Holder’s oldest son, in particular. The pair formed the core of the ‘pack’, always together even if the others weren’t around. On occasion, they’d even sneak off without the others to explore on their own.
By the time Retivor had 12 Turns, he was assigned a herd of his own to watch, and suddenly found his days far more lonely and isolated. Leaving at dawn with the herdbeasts, he would make his way to one of the many valleys and lakes surrounding the mountain Hold and settle there for the day to watch the ‘beasts graze. It was on these lonely forays that he developed his interest in painting, bringing along supplies to wile away the candlemarks. Some days, Daikri would join him, for the Holder’s son wasn’t given the chores of other lads. So long as he attended to his Father for lessons in managing the Hold, the boy was basically free to go where he pleased.
Sometimes, they just sat and talked, watching the animals wander about. Other times, Retivor would paint while Daikri looked on. He was one of the few Retivor felt comfortable sharing his art with, for Daikri always complimented the pieces and confessed his wish that he was as talented.
By the time Retivor was 15 Turns, his attraction to other boys had become quite well known to him, and the lad found himself hopelessly in love with Daikri. Ashamed of his feelings and certain they would be poorly received, he hid them away, acting as normally as possible whenever his friend was around. They still spent much of their free time together, despite the growing demands on all of the boys to assume more responsibilities and chores. Reklin had even begun to pressure Retivor to make his way to the Crafthall to complete his training, but Retivor was loathe to leave just yet, although he kept his main reason hidden.
On one of his days off, Retivor made his way to the Hold proper to visit Daikri. Upon arriving, he found a frantic Daikri just rushing out the door. His friend grabbed his arm and hauled him through the corridors, ignoring Retivor’s protests and inquiries alike, until they reached his room. There, Retivor’s surprised gaze fell upon a wriggling egg, its surface riddled with cracks. Before he could ask his friend what was going on, however, Daikri had stuffed a meatroll into his hand and pushed him forward. Retivor fell to his knees in front of the small egg just as the two halves of the shell split, and a glistening green fire lizard fell onto the floor.
“Feed her, quickly!” his friend had urged, and Retivor complied with shaking fingers, eager eyes locked upon the sweet creature. Once she was sated and curled in his lap, Retivor finally looked up at Daikri. His friend was seated beside him, smiling at the fire lizard and then at his friend when their eyes met.
“Why?” was all Retivor could ask, the gratitude raw in his voice.
“My father brought back a few eggs from his last trip to Green River Hold. He gave me one of them, but I thought you could use someone to keep you company, when you’re out with the ‘beasts all day.” Daikri was positively beaming as he looked back down at the sleeping flitter.
Retivor, still caught up in the swirl of awe and love he felt for his new fire lizard, caught his breath at his friend’s words. Daikri had been given a fire lizard, a pet every lad in the mountains, where flitters did not nest, dreamed of. It was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for him.
Before he knew it, Retivor had leaned forward and was kissing Daikri.
His friend was still for a moment, and then, with a flickering heart, Retivor knew he was kissing back…
…When the door burst open, and three of their friends came pouring in.
Instantly, before he could even react, Retivor felt hands against his chest, and Daikri pushed him away.
“Get off me!” the other boy cried, leaping to his feet.
Their three friends stood in stunned silence, staring at the pair. Daikri stared down at Retivor with an alternating flash of pain, fear, and anger crossing his face, before he turned to the others. “What a freak!” he exclaimed, striding forward and past them. His head was kept low, to hide his expression, but it didn’t matter, for the three were now staring at Retivor.
“That’s disgusting,” one murmured.
“Poor Daikri!” another muttered.
“You stay away from me, freak!” the third cried out, as the other two nodded their agreement and turned to follow Daikri.
In that moment, Retivor’s life was over.
He returned to his home, numb, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The green fire lizard snored easily on his stomach, unaware of the chaos enveloping her new person’s life. He ignored his mother when she knocked on the door to let him know it was supper time. He didn’t move, even as night began to fall, staring up at the wooden roof as if it could provide all the answers. His heart thudded a painful tempo in his chest. Taniva would know, soon. The others were sure to tell him. What would his brother think?
“Retivor, dear,” Tivia called from the doorway, concern evident in her tone. “One of your friends just left a note for you. I’ll leave it here if you want to read it.” He heard her set the note on the side table but refused to look at her.
Agonized, terrified of what it might hold, Retivor stared determinedly at the ceiling for some time more. He was sure it would be the final condemnation, the casting off of all friendships. He couldn’t bear to face that pain.
And then he was fed up, tired of the fear that coursed through his veins, and Retivor shifted the flitter onto his bed, striding over to the note and tearing open the seal. Immediately, his eyes sought the signature, and his heart spasmed at the name. Daikri.
Quickly, his gaze flitted over the brief, one-line message. Meet me at the lake tonight.
Stumbling, Retivor returned to his bed and sat down, hard. The green fire lizard chirped once before falling back asleep. Daikri was probably going to yell at him, to demand he give back the fire lizard and leave the Hold immediately, so he would never see him again…
And yet hope bloomed in his chest. He had felt Daikri kiss back; he knew he had. So maybe his friend was going to tell him he felt the same way, that he had just been scared in front of the others.
With that, he was decided. Gathering his sleeping fire lizard into his cloak, Retivor slipped from the house. He knew what lake Daikri was referring to. It was one they had often gone to without the others, to talk alone.
By the time he arrived, there was no hint of light left in the sky, and the world was still. Anxiously, Retivor waited for the arrival of his friend, pacing back and forth along the shoreline as he did so. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared on the hill above, and Retivor froze, gazing up at him. He was silent, waiting. The figure was equally silent, gazing back.
And then three other figures appeared behind him.
Retivor felt a lump form in his throat, choking off his voice and his breath alike, and he remained frozen. The four figures made their way quickly down the hill and arrayed themselves in front of him. He waited for them to speak first.
They didn’t.
One of them suddenly charged forward, hitting him in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Retivor cried out in surprise, and claws scrabbled against his torso as the green flitter tore her way free from the cloak and screeched between. Two others moved forward immediately, and they all began kicking him. The other stood, watching, and Retivor knew who it was, though he could not see his face in the gloom.
“Daikri!” he gasped, trying to roll away from the hard boots that were thudding against his sides. “Make them stop!” A kick to the head cut off further protests, and Retivor raised his hands to try and fend off more of the attack, while another boot stomped on his stomach and caused him to double up in pain.
Hands grasped his raised arms, and he was drug into the lake. “No!” he managed to cry, before he was pushed under the water. Hands and feet alike held him down, while he struggled, his screams muffled by the water. The last image that still burned in his mind was the still figure on the shoreline, looking on. And then everything went black.
He probably would have died, had it not been for the green fire lizard. After the boys had left, she came flitting back to the place where hers had last been. He was lying face down in the water, so close to shore, and the green immediately dug her claws into his tunic, flapping her little wings and trying to pull him out. When that didn’t work, she dug her claws into his neck instead, rousing the lad enough that he coughed, pulled himself forward just enough to breathe, and passed out again.
When he woke up the next morning, the green fire lizard curled up on the back of his neck, Retivor lay still for a moment. Then he rose, carrying the sleeping green that had saved his life, and returned to his home. His parents were horrified at the sight of him, dried blood and bruises all along his face (and more hidden by his cloak), but he refused to answer their questions. Instead, he told Reklin that he was ready to go to the Herder Crafthall.
He left that day. He never learned what Taniva thought of him now and was glad of it. Retivor wanted that memory left untouched, needed to believe his brother would still love him.
It took a while, but Retivor gradually began to heal, both physically and emotionally. Sprite, as he’d decided to name the flitter, was there with him at all times to help him through, with bottomless love and affection for hers. He began to make new friends at the Hall and received the admiration of his instructors, who were impressed by the amount of knowledge he had gained so far. Life had pretty much settled back to normal, as different as it now was. The lad ignored the incident that was now his past, for he had learned that other places were more tolerant of who he was.
When he was chosen on a Search, Retivor was ecstatic. He had the chance to be a dragonrider, which was thrilling enough, but he also knew that there would be others like him at the Weyr. There, he would find acceptance, he was certain of it, and so he looked upon this new life with great hope. His spirit was restored at last.
Position in Family: Oldest of two boys
Alignment: Rebel
Pets: Green fire lizard Sprite
Dragon: Aramunith
Dragon's Appearance: Aramunith is a creamy minty green mixed with near white spots, like little fluffy clouds lightening her hide. This lighter color coats her belly, the undersides of her neck and tail, and her left forepaw. Her wings are also entirely colored with this minty-white and will likely make her seem as though she’s gliding, wingless, through clouds when she takes to the skies. Where the mint and white meet, it swirls like someone stirred the two together, creating an especially creamy look.
Perhaps Aramunith isn’t the sensual beauty of the Weyr, but those who look at her have to admit she’s adorable. This creamy green has delicate doll-like features, making her a petite little thing, even for a green. This is perhaps most evident in her shorter-than-average midsection. Her contrastingly big feet give her a clumsy but not funny gait. Her wings are large for her form, wide and strong. Despite her tiny features, this might compromise her potential speed.
Dragon's Personality: Aramunith is undeniably a sweetheart. This cutie pie aims always to please, is ever polite, and rarely (if ever!) thinks badly of others (if she does, she’ll likely guilt over it for ages afterwards). Aramunith is cheery, loving and kind, but also naïve, childlike and incredibly shy. This is unfortunate, for her insecurities make for hampering social awkwardness.
For all her good-nature, Aramunith has difficulty dealing with the darker side of the world. She’s wary of what others think of her and often takes criticism, even constructive, very personally. If she makes a mistake, she’ll worry over it as long as the memory stays fresh. As well, she’s admittedly a bit of a cry-baby, jumping at scary sounds and cowering away from anything intimidating. Winning Aramunith’s affections will certainly be a trial, but those who stick it out will find a real gem in Aramunith’s genuine benevolence, heart-on-her-sleeve emotions, and idealized views both about the world and love. This is a friend worth making and keeping.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 5 Concentration: 8 Agility: 11 Team Coordination: 7 Creativity: 13 Allure: 10 Search/Rescue Skill: 16
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Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 13:05:21 GMT -5
Name: Kinga
Gender: female
Age: 18
Preference: Men
Previous Position: Seacrafter
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Kinga does not place much stock in beauty. She has a thin, not very curvy build anyway, and she covers what curves she does have with loose fitting tunics. She always wants to be comfortable and she doesn't see any need to impress anyone with fancy clothes. Her hair color, a light platinum blonde, may arouse jealousy from other women, but Kinga doesn't have any vanity about it. She cuts her hair very short, about chin length, for convenience.
She has a square face shape and nothing much to report as far as unusual features. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost black. Kinga's skin has a golden tan to it because she spends so much time out in the sun, but her complexion doesn't get very dark. She has both ears pierced, just the lobe in her left ear and the lobe and one earring in the cartilage of her right.
Personality: No matter what, Kinga is always looking out for Number One: Herself. She is fiercely independent and only relies on herself. She believes that you can't trust anyone else to take care of you. She is a secretive person and rarely reveals her innermost thoughts to anyone. Self assured and confident, Kinga claims to not be afraid of anyone. She is daring and rebellious, and when presented with a problem she will confront it head on. Kinga has a high opinion of herself and her confidence often translates into arrogance. She also has an ambitious side. Kinga has to be at the top of the ladder and if she is presented with an opportunity to gain in some way, she will probably take it. She has a weakness for fine things and she has a greedy streak in her that makes her desire fine jewelry and other luxuries.
She isn't opposed to having fun and when she is home, many a night is spent around the hearth, singing and telling stories. She actually has a really good sense of humor and she loves jokes and pranks. She also likes to dance and can beat just about anyone at the toss dance.
She has long since lost regard for conventions of society. Kinga has an awful potty mouth and every few words out of her is an expletive. She also drinks excessively and has no qualms about letting loose a huge burp when she's done. Kinga despises normal expectations of women and will try just about anything to not seem ladylike.
When it comes to romance, things aren't very complicated for her. Kinga likes men. Some men are very attractive. If she encounters one, she will have him until she gets bored, and then find a new one. She doesn't entertain ideas of "romance" and other "gooey stuff," but hey, a woman has needs. She mostly just sticks to one-night stands, but if she does enter a long term relationship, Kinga definitely has to be the dominant one in it. Most men, if they were lucky enough to be by her side for more than a few nights, would probably find her controlling personality unbearable. For these reasons, Kinga secretly finds quiet, shy, and submissive men attractive. Unfortunately, her attractions also have a tendency of turning out to be gay. When that happens, it's frustrating, but Kinga is usually able to brush it off and she doesn't blame anyone for what they are. When it comes to "lifestyles and crap," as she calls it, she is extremely tolerant.
History: She was born on the sea. Kinga is a native of Celos Sea Hold. She is an orphan, both of her fisher parents killed in a storm at sea, and she was raised partly by her aunt and uncle and partly by her older brothers. As a child Kinga was allowed to run wild because her aunt and uncle could not always keep track of their foster children. She was a total tomboy. Kinga grew up loving the sea and she longed to become a fishercrafter like her parents and brothers.
At the age of ten her oldest brother took her out on a fishing expedition. Kinga absolutely loved it, and there was no going back. After that she spent most of her time out on the sea. The ship was her world and she forgot how she was supposed to act on land, leading to her uncouth personality. As a young lady, she was completely unsuitable.
Kinga was actually spending some time on land when a dragon came to visit the Hold...(I'd like her to be Searched on camera if possible!)
Position in Family: Youngest, only girl
Alignment: She hasn't been in the Weyr long enough to choose, but she's likely to go rebel.
Dragon: Isith
Dragon's Appearance: Isith is a dainty little dragon with wide, enchanting eyes. A lush, light leafy green coats her hide with slightly more saturated ‘tabby-cat’ stripes running from her forehead right down to the tip of her tail. There’s a certain regal reserve in the way Isith moves, each step slow and graceful. It seems as though every action is calculated to ensure that she never wastes a movement, or perhaps this care is taken to make certain that she never startles those around her. Her wings are striped from tip to tip with the darker green of her ‘tabby’ markings, the appendages perhaps smaller than normal. This doesn’t appear ungainly, however, as all her limbs are just a little more studded than the average green.
Dragon's Personality: Personality: Isith is everyone’s mother. Gentle and concerned, she acts as the calm in the midst of a tempest, and the voice in reason within a fight. She firmly believes that there is always time to take your time, and that patience is a virtue. Isith takes everything in stride, gracefully appreciating each moment of life and encouraging her rider to do the same. Every day is precious and every life beautiful in the eyes of this little green. She will never hesitate to offer help in time of need, and when there is a challenge Isith is never far from taking action.
For Isith, however, her greatest asset is also her greatest handicap. Perhaps because she is so compelled to make the most of everything, she tends to dwell on certain things that she need not concern herself over, or take an excruciating amount of time accomplishing an easy task when there are more pressing ones to be dealt with. Often her rider will have to put her back on track or else get roped into Isith’s idealist quests to better the world. In all, this is an ambitious green, but never an unkind one.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 6 Concentration: 8 Agility: 5 Team Coordination: 13 Creativity: 11 Allure: 11 Search/Rescue Skill: 16
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