Post by Tealah on Feb 5, 2010 13:12:43 GMT -5
Name: R'diel
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Preference: Love-sexual. ( Yeah, I dunno either. )
Previous Position: Cotholder's son.
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Rendriel was always somewhat stocky for his height, though after a recent growth spurt, he's slimmed up some. Standing at very nearly six feet, he has a solid build. His hair is a light brown, not quite dirty blonde color. It's a fluffy-looking wavy texture, cut short. Ren has an air of intensity about him, stemming from his passionate personality. He is liable to dress reflecting his mood, meaning that old day he might be wearing bright yellow or green, the next all of his clothes might be midnight black.
Personality: Rendriel is ardent no matter his emotions. If he's mad, he is furious. If he's sad, he's desolate. Passionate in the extreme, he's very prone to sudden and harsh mood swings. His view are steadfast, though, and he'll do almost anything to protect them and those he holds dear. One might say he's in love with being in love. Maybe it's not true love, but it seems like it to Ren. That, coupled with the fact that he has the hormonal tendencies of, well, a fifteen-year-old boy, make for a lot of broken hearts and interesting trysts.
History:
Rendriel's father, Relican was the holder of a small cothold near Celos. His mother, Adrion, was not beholden to any specific craft, but was an excellent seamstress, passing down some tricks and tips to Ren. He grew up with a lot of company. Rendriel had three sisters, one older and two younger. his older sister, Adrican, was a major part of his upbringing. She thought it was her job to instruct her little brother on everything from taking care of a runner to how to talk to girls. He holds her in high respect, and wishes that she had come to the weyr as well when he was searched. Rendriel took it upon himself to preform the same service to his younger sisters, Lisan and Drail. He was always seen close to their side, making sure no one picked on them or pushed them about. In fact, Ren earned himself a few broken bones and a reputation this way. But besides his parents and sisters, his grandmother and a few cousins lived with Ren's family.
Ren always had an affinity for the runnerbeasts that his family owned. If he wasn't about it a scuffle with a bully, he was in their small stable. When he was only seven, Ren's favorite mare gave birth to twin foals. Ren was the closest to in love one could be with the pair. He took pride in them, and was particularly enamored with the colt. One day, Ren couldn't find the foal anywhere. He whipped his family into a frenzy looking for the lost colt. In a tragic turn of events for the boy, they found that wild feline had gotten to him first. This was the first time in Ren's short life that he had experienced anything harsher than a broken arm or a gruff scolding. It was devastating. For months, he wouldn't even look at the colt's twin filly. Finally his family convinced him that these things happen, and it was best to just move on. He relented towards the other foal and raised her with an only slightly more protective hand.
At the age of fourteen, Ren was visiting the main hold with his father when he heard a searchrider was visiting. More out of curiosity than anything, he investigated. Much to his surprise, the rider said that he was a fit candidate for a dragon. Surprise, and privately pleased, Ren went to his father to ask if he might try his luck at a hatching or two. The man was not completely pleased, having heard that these new riders were a very manipulative and demanding lot, finally accepted Ren's wish. The boy didn't impress at the last hatching, and so remains a candidate. At least, for now.
Position in Family: Only son, his sisters are open if y'all want them.
Alignment: Very decidedly a rebel.
Dragon: Nethysith
Dragon's Appearance: Nethysith sports three shades of color. Her primary bright venomous green covers her back, top of her wings and face, and her entire tail while a lighter but no less striking yellowish green “scallops” the darker shade, not unlike that of a Teran falcon, and coats the rest of her undersides. In turn, her belly and underside of her neck and chin as well as the inside of her wings are a pale yellow-tinted green. Nethysith's features are sharp. A pointed nose, narrow wings, lashing tail, and hawk-like piercing eyes, very little of this relatively large and nearly intimidating green appears softened or rounded at all. She carries herself well, often surprising others with her abrupt yet always fluid movements.
Dragon's Personality: A little spitfire of a green, Nethysith is feisty and proud. She is full of energy and is always eager to take on new tasks and adventures. Because of her quick mind, Nethysith may become bored easily, and her rider will need to keep tabs on this green, for she may decide to wander off and find her own fun if he's not entertaining enough. Like most greens, Nethysith is a terrible flirt, but her approach is slightly different. In contrast to those greens who act demure and work only to position their elegant forms to best effect, Nethysith enjoys intelligent banter and teasing ploys. Although she is sure to show off her lovely hide, Nethysith also loves to play with the boys a bit in conversation.
One thing her rider will need to watch out for is Nethysith's tendency to over-indulge. She's passionate about every aspect of her life, including food, and she may decide to take one herdbeast or wherry too many at a number of her meals. This is partly due to enjoying her meal, and partly due to enjoying the hunt. Thus, if they're both not careful, Nethysith may end up a little on the pudgy side, but it'll give her more an appearance of adorable baby fat than the obesity of a lazy dragon. To that end, Nethysith is anything but lazy! Rarely will one see this green merely lounging around. Life is only exciting when she's doing something!
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 7
Concentration: 7
Agility: 13
Team Coordination: 12
Creativity: 5
Allure: 16
Search/Rescue Skill: 10
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Preference: Love-sexual. ( Yeah, I dunno either. )
Previous Position: Cotholder's son.
Current Position: Jr. Weyrling
Appearance: Rendriel was always somewhat stocky for his height, though after a recent growth spurt, he's slimmed up some. Standing at very nearly six feet, he has a solid build. His hair is a light brown, not quite dirty blonde color. It's a fluffy-looking wavy texture, cut short. Ren has an air of intensity about him, stemming from his passionate personality. He is liable to dress reflecting his mood, meaning that old day he might be wearing bright yellow or green, the next all of his clothes might be midnight black.
Personality: Rendriel is ardent no matter his emotions. If he's mad, he is furious. If he's sad, he's desolate. Passionate in the extreme, he's very prone to sudden and harsh mood swings. His view are steadfast, though, and he'll do almost anything to protect them and those he holds dear. One might say he's in love with being in love. Maybe it's not true love, but it seems like it to Ren. That, coupled with the fact that he has the hormonal tendencies of, well, a fifteen-year-old boy, make for a lot of broken hearts and interesting trysts.
History:
Rendriel's father, Relican was the holder of a small cothold near Celos. His mother, Adrion, was not beholden to any specific craft, but was an excellent seamstress, passing down some tricks and tips to Ren. He grew up with a lot of company. Rendriel had three sisters, one older and two younger. his older sister, Adrican, was a major part of his upbringing. She thought it was her job to instruct her little brother on everything from taking care of a runner to how to talk to girls. He holds her in high respect, and wishes that she had come to the weyr as well when he was searched. Rendriel took it upon himself to preform the same service to his younger sisters, Lisan and Drail. He was always seen close to their side, making sure no one picked on them or pushed them about. In fact, Ren earned himself a few broken bones and a reputation this way. But besides his parents and sisters, his grandmother and a few cousins lived with Ren's family.
Ren always had an affinity for the runnerbeasts that his family owned. If he wasn't about it a scuffle with a bully, he was in their small stable. When he was only seven, Ren's favorite mare gave birth to twin foals. Ren was the closest to in love one could be with the pair. He took pride in them, and was particularly enamored with the colt. One day, Ren couldn't find the foal anywhere. He whipped his family into a frenzy looking for the lost colt. In a tragic turn of events for the boy, they found that wild feline had gotten to him first. This was the first time in Ren's short life that he had experienced anything harsher than a broken arm or a gruff scolding. It was devastating. For months, he wouldn't even look at the colt's twin filly. Finally his family convinced him that these things happen, and it was best to just move on. He relented towards the other foal and raised her with an only slightly more protective hand.
At the age of fourteen, Ren was visiting the main hold with his father when he heard a searchrider was visiting. More out of curiosity than anything, he investigated. Much to his surprise, the rider said that he was a fit candidate for a dragon. Surprise, and privately pleased, Ren went to his father to ask if he might try his luck at a hatching or two. The man was not completely pleased, having heard that these new riders were a very manipulative and demanding lot, finally accepted Ren's wish. The boy didn't impress at the last hatching, and so remains a candidate. At least, for now.
Position in Family: Only son, his sisters are open if y'all want them.
Alignment: Very decidedly a rebel.
Dragon: Nethysith
Dragon's Appearance: Nethysith sports three shades of color. Her primary bright venomous green covers her back, top of her wings and face, and her entire tail while a lighter but no less striking yellowish green “scallops” the darker shade, not unlike that of a Teran falcon, and coats the rest of her undersides. In turn, her belly and underside of her neck and chin as well as the inside of her wings are a pale yellow-tinted green. Nethysith's features are sharp. A pointed nose, narrow wings, lashing tail, and hawk-like piercing eyes, very little of this relatively large and nearly intimidating green appears softened or rounded at all. She carries herself well, often surprising others with her abrupt yet always fluid movements.
Dragon's Personality: A little spitfire of a green, Nethysith is feisty and proud. She is full of energy and is always eager to take on new tasks and adventures. Because of her quick mind, Nethysith may become bored easily, and her rider will need to keep tabs on this green, for she may decide to wander off and find her own fun if he's not entertaining enough. Like most greens, Nethysith is a terrible flirt, but her approach is slightly different. In contrast to those greens who act demure and work only to position their elegant forms to best effect, Nethysith enjoys intelligent banter and teasing ploys. Although she is sure to show off her lovely hide, Nethysith also loves to play with the boys a bit in conversation.
One thing her rider will need to watch out for is Nethysith's tendency to over-indulge. She's passionate about every aspect of her life, including food, and she may decide to take one herdbeast or wherry too many at a number of her meals. This is partly due to enjoying her meal, and partly due to enjoying the hunt. Thus, if they're both not careful, Nethysith may end up a little on the pudgy side, but it'll give her more an appearance of adorable baby fat than the obesity of a lazy dragon. To that end, Nethysith is anything but lazy! Rarely will one see this green merely lounging around. Life is only exciting when she's doing something!
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 7
Concentration: 7
Agility: 13
Team Coordination: 12
Creativity: 5
Allure: 16
Search/Rescue Skill: 10
