Post by meah on Jun 12, 2008 18:32:05 GMT -5
Character Name: Iraink
Age: 15
Gender: male
Preference: he's way too paranoid to be having a preference. Having shown no interest, no one knows what it is.
Previous Position:resident nut job hold brat
Current Position: candidate
Appearance: Iraink has ink black hair that always stays perfectly straight. He generally lets it hang down and sweep across his face so that it covers one eye. He keeps it just short of shoulder-length to keep some semblance of masculinity about him. It isn't particularly thick, which is an advantage because of the way he prefers it cut, although he is aware that it will end up all falling out before he turns forty. You will almost always see him brushing it (despite the fact that there's never a hair out of place) or stroking it fondly and smiling. Some will even swear he talks to it. As far as facial hair goes, he has none. No five o'clock shadows for him. Hair-wise, he is almost prepubescent. Sidhka once suggested to him that it was because of the beatings the thread droppers at home had given him to try to brainwash him. In any case, the only hair on his body is the hair on the top of his head. Despite that, his eyebrows are quite thick and as dark as the hair on mop on top. His eyelashes, however, are a different story. Practically nonexistent, they tend to clump together of their own accord.
His eyes are a shade of blue so striking that at first, people will swear that they're not really that color. They're kind of eerie in that even if he's not looking at you, it feels like he is. When doesn't have one covered, they carry the illusion that they are each doing different things because of the lazy eye that never got fixed. His pupils are very large, and they add an inquisitive look to almost everything he does. They also tell stories of what he's thinking. Usually, they're very suspicious, especially if you're looking at him. When he's looking at them in a mirror, he thinks they're green and that everyone who says they're blue is lying to him in an effort to do something extremely terrible that he's not quite sure of. Their very round, and they bulge out just slightly.
His nose is too big for his face. Generally, his hair is covering two thirds of it, though, so no one can see it well enough to notice. It, like the rest of him, is quite pale. His skin is always clean and free of blemishes. Not that he would admit to having any if he had them. His lips aren't thin, but they certainly aren't fat either. They form brilliant dimples when he's smiling. Not that anyone's seen those dimples in turns. He hardly ever smiles, even sarcastically, and when he does, it's not a genuine grin that produces dimples. His heart-shaped face is lost in the middling realm between bony and chubby, making his cheekbones hidden not behind fat but behind nothing.
His bone structure is very fine, allowing him to be pencil-thin and yet not be bony. If you hugged him, you'd wonder if there was anything but air inside his clothing. He'd never let you hug him, though, so it's really a moot point designed to describe how inexplicably skinny he is. Weighing in at just over sixty pounds, he is almost insubstantial. He's quite short at five feet tall, making him slightly more proportional than he would have been. It all came of being malnourished for most of his life through no fault of his own (or honestly anyone else's but a twist of genetic fate). It all adds up to make him look like a child. Even his feet and hands can fit into children's sized clothing. The only hint that he's not a child are the sliced 'X's on each of his palms in a blood-red color that he gave himself in a bout of self destruction while he was in solitary confinement. They are a serious testament to his devotion to symmetry.
Even his voice is rather high, not because it didn't change. It did change, slightly, but it still leaves him at a high tenor, and only that because he had a low voice for a child. That, too, was a cause of being malnourished. His body just didn't have the nutrients necessary to complete puberty properly. Although it makes girls who would normally find him attractive rather sad, it doesn't bother him in the least. He's under the impression that anyone who isn't like him is purposefully making his voice deeper than it should be to mess with Iraink's mind. His singing voice matches that of a soprano in an elementary school's boys' choir, when he uses it. There is a good reason for his being small. He was and is malnourished for several reasons, such as that his paranoia (and Sidhka) tell him that any food he didn't make himself must be poisoned.
Iraink slumps when he walks, crossing his hands over his stomach. His stride is quite small, and he shuffles when he walks, causing his motion to stay at a steady three miles per hour. He'll glance behind him every few feet to check and see if someone is following him, and whisper something to Sidhka. Needless to say, it takes him hours to get anywhere in particular. If anyone comments, however, they'll be treated to one of his paranoid rants about how creepy it is for someone to want to know where he is all the time. He always knows exactly where he's going and takes the easiest pathway to getting there, preferring land routes to those that required going through caves or across puddles.
Personality: Iraink loves to lie. It saved him more times than he could count if he was any good at counting. That was always Sidhka's strong suit. His is lying. He can tell any story he wants, and no matter how absurd it would sound coming from other people, it sounds not only plausible but true coming from Iraink. It's partly his eyes. He bats those baby blues and everyone melts in front of him. They are really quite amazing lies, and he pulls them off splendidly. Telling the truth, not so much. Most of the truths he tells get him accused of lying, leaving his life in a state of paradox. The only "person" who believes him when he's being honest is Sidhka, who also encourages him to lie.
He's happiest when he's talking to Sidhka, or when someone believes him. As a general rule, though, he's not very happy. He's content when he has food and a roof over his head, though. Content is probably the best one is going to get when he's in constant fear of everything. Anything, however, can send his mood spiraling downwards into a fit of depression. His depression isn't like normal people's depression. He stops caring if the thread droppers get him, and his paranoia levels drop to rock bottom because it no longer matters if someone is a thread dropper or not.
He doesn't usually get angry. That is, he doesn't get angry as long as people believe him. When people don't believe him, he'll explode at them and accuse them of being a thread dropper for "calling him a dirty liar". It spikes his paranoid brain, and he'll withdraw from everyone and sit there talking to Sidhka for hours on end. Anyone mocking him for doing it will get tackled by a sixty-pound, very bony Iraink. Fortunately, that doesn't happen too often, and he usually has someone to stick up for his sorry ass for reasons unbeknownst to pretty much everyone. His primary insult is "thread dropper", so people tend to avoid arguing with them. He's stubborn as a mule about winning, and if it seems like he's not, they're thread droppers and that's the end of it.
Romance doesn't even cross Iraink's mind. It doesn't matter if a girl follows him around for days. He'll just accuse her of being a a thread dropper spy and go back to his daily business. He had crushes but mistook them for obsessive suspicions. Ergo, instead of asking a girl out, he'll as her if she's a thread dropper. Needless to say, Iraink's never been kissed. Of course, he doesn't know what kissing is, having lived in an barn for half his life, so he doesn't miss it.
Iraink isn't stupid, but "that thread dropper hell" didn't have any kind of schooling system, so he can't even read. He thinks of all kinds of education as a a thread dropper institution because it makes him feel stupid to be learning things that people ten turns younger than him already know. If someone offered to teach him to read in such a way that it sounded like it was his idea, he might actually try to learn, but his paranoia is very hard to get past.
Well, for one, Iraink calls anyone he doesn't trust (which is most everyone) a thread dropper. How would you feel if you were called a thread dropper by someone under the impression that "the only good thread dropper is one that's dead"? To put it simply, he has no social skills. Schizophrenia does that to a person. His constant lying doesn't help matters much, either. He doesn't trust anyone, and those he does don't believe anything he says that's honest. It doesn't make for very good interpersonal relationships. When he's around his "friends", he doesn't talk much. If he is talking, it's some ridiculous story from his childhood that he made up, or the reason he's late for dinner or something. He tends to avoid getting close to people, but a part of him wishes he could have a best friend when he sees everyone else smiling and laughing together.
Iraink likes his hair. He also likes knowing where he's going because it makes him feel safer. As safe as one could get with that much paranoia going on. Being a step above the thread droppers also makes him feel safe. If he knows more than they do, he's all good. He adores what friends he has. He almost trusts them. Lying and the lies he tells make Iraink quite happy. Most of Sidhka's ideas are winners with the boy.
He hates being called paranoid, but also the imagined conspiracies against him. He loathes the thread droppers. He also loathes reminiscing because seriously, who would want to think back on getting called insane? His one really severe terror is that the thread droppers will get him.
Iraink is smart enough not to trust everyone. Unfortunately, he doesn't really trust...anyone. So it's a doubled edged sword, really. He was never really lonely because when he was small, he talked to his hair, and when he got Sidhka (the name of both his hair and in this case his fire lizard), he talked to her. Because of his total lack of social skills, he can survive completely without social interaction. He's also a really good liar, but let's face it. He's insane.
History: Sarbet was thirty-five turns old when she found herself pregnant for what she was sure was going to be the final time. Her husband had died around a turn earlier in one of those awkward farming accidents that no one really talks about. Her thought process amounted pretty much to a string of profanities which she did not, thankfully, impart on her legitimate children. She was determined, however, to keep the child (although people said later that she shouldn't have for the obvious reason that he was insane). Needless to say, she was the talk of the hold, or its peasantry, at least, for the entirety of her pregnancy.
In the typical time, she managed to pop out a little boy who was given the name of Iraink and promptly told to run along to play with the other children while his mother went back to working in the kitchens. As a general rule, he was ignored by the adults for being a child and the children for being a bastard. Perhaps that was where his paranoia began, in looking at his siblings snickering and pointing at him for the entirety of his formative turns. It was around his fifth birthday that he first heard tales of threads.
He had been just peeking around the corner into the kitchen, planning on stealing the bread that wasn't poisoned by the unnamed evil when he heard his mother discussing something she was afraid might fall from the sky into their field with another of the cooks. Little Iraink wasn't quite sure what threads were, but he quickly figured out that they fell. In the not-so-logical mind of a completely insane small child, things that fell were dropped. And these things were bad, so they must have been dropped by the evil people. His little brain concocted a brilliant term for the evil ones. They could only be the people dropping the so-called threads, so they must be called thread droppers.
People generally thought this was cute when they heard it. For about ten minutes, until they were called thread droppers for “laughing” at Iraink. That was about the time one of the harpers decided that maybe if they hit him upside the head, he would be normal. Geoff (the harper) told everyone that he was taking the little boy under his wing, and kept him in a corner of his room, chained there. Iraink, being, even at that age, not the most obedient child, spent his first night of relative enslavement screaming for anyone to come rescue him from this thread dropper. Too bad the thread dropper wasn't planning on letting him go. Even Sidhka (which he called his hair at the time) was telling him not to yell anymore. After all, the thread dropper had threads to drop on him, too. Finally, he gave up. He couldn't scream any more than he already had, and who would rescue him, anyway?
He had spent about five seconds staring angrily at the thread dropper's door and waiting for him to come back when it slowly creaked open, displaying a little green nose. This nose slowly grew to have a face and legs and wings and a body and a tail. The fire lizard stared at him questioningly before she squawked. Then, she spoke to him. Or, he thought she did. Really, it was just the voice in his head again (yes, the same one that said it was his hair). The “fire lizard” introduced herself as the true Sidhka. She told him the other Sidhka had been a fake, but he would have to forgive his hair. It had been possessed. We could suppose that this was the first real insight into his severe insanity. But his insanity started chewing on his fingers until he gave it a rind of the bread he'd taken just before his capture.
Iraink wasn't quite sure what happened then, but he knew that this was the real Sidhka with all the trust his little paranoid heart was capable of. He felt like she might get taken away any minute, and he was more attached to her than he'd been to anything. He didn't realise it, but she'd impressed. All because of his left-over dinner.
When he heard Geoff coming back (the thud of his boots was unmistakable), Sidhka managed to hide, although Iraink wasn't watching her to see where she went. He was too busy keeping his eye on Geoff, who seemed more than a little bit intoxicated, and more than a little bit angry. Poor Iraink got a bit beat up for yelling all night. When Geoff went off to work, Sidhka showed up again, whispering ideas to Iraink.
This not so enjoyable process repeated several times a week for more turns than Iraink was capable of counting on his own. Not that that meant very much in the grand scheme of things, considering he can still barely count to three without Sidhka's help. He just never had an interest in learning the thread dropper's number system. According to Sidhka, though, it was close to eight turns of being beat because he was crazy. In this eight turns, he learned that Geoff, who took such pleasure in taking out all his aggressions on Iraink, was just as crazy. And Iraink's father. Sidhka could only comment that it seemed very cliché. Iraink didn't care. He had just found out that his father was a thread dropper. It devastated him until he remembered that the thread droppers took pleasure in seeing him upset.
The days were growing longer when he came. Iraink was sleeping with Sidhka watching guard over him in their corner when he woke to the unmistakable squawk of Sidhka's panicked fleeing. He automatically assumed that it was Geoff as so many times before and braced himself for the threads he did not understand to be dropped the short distance to his skull. Instead, it was another man, who picked up all sixty pounds of Iraink and carried him off.
This man wasn't scary and angry like Geoff, nor anywhere near as big, but Iraink was enraged by the fact that he just picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him out of the only home (although it wasn't a very happy one) he could remember any more. When Sidhka came squawking out to “rescue” Ink from the intruder, the man simply looked at her for a few moments, his shock showing through, and muttered something that even Iraink couldn't hear. Iraink was shocked to watch Sidhka calm down completely within a few seconds, although she refused to tell him why. The man dragged Iraink all the way out to the lawn with the people of the hold looking on. There, he was placed almost daintily down on what he later found out was a dragon. Sidhka climbed up into his lap, and the man climbed in front of them.
The next thing little Iraink knew, he was in the air, and the man was telling him all about how they were going to a place that would be better for him. He didn't really believe him (paranoia's a hard habit to break), but Sidhka told him that anything was better than where they were. On the way, the man, who introduced himself as A'tair, told Iraink all about where they were going. Poor Iraink had basically lived in a hole for most of his life, and the entire flight was spent enlightening him to the world.
When they arrived at the weyr, Iraink was given a bed with the candidates for lack of better place, and with time, he ended up being a part of their ranks despite the fact that he was no more well liked there than he had been at the hold because most future dragonriders aren't particularly fond of being accused of dropping the threads they're hoping to train to destroy.
Position in Family:the illegitimate half-brother who had everyone wondering “who was his father?” the youngest
Pets: Sidhka, a green fire lizard that, contrary to what Iraink believes, does NOT talk to him.
Alignment: neither. They're both (in his mind) conspiracies against him.
Relation to Existing Character: rescued by A'tair
Special Requests Application reason: fire lizard
RP History: um...iono. Who keeps track?
Familiarity with Pern: read some of the books. Mostly wiki/Felina referencing where necessary
How you found out about our site: Felina
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: blue or brown
Reason for this Preference: so bronze is bad. Because Iraink in charge is very bad. One can only imagine the consequences of that. And green is bad because he's too paranoid to be doing the whole mating with the dragon thing. So yeah. That would bad.
Syllable Numbers for Name: three or more, preferably.
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: S, I, or T
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: agility, creativity, NOT allure, or perhaps whatever else one would assume could assist (or detriment) a crazy person
Age: 15
Gender: male
Preference: he's way too paranoid to be having a preference. Having shown no interest, no one knows what it is.
Previous Position:
Current Position: candidate
Appearance: Iraink has ink black hair that always stays perfectly straight. He generally lets it hang down and sweep across his face so that it covers one eye. He keeps it just short of shoulder-length to keep some semblance of masculinity about him. It isn't particularly thick, which is an advantage because of the way he prefers it cut, although he is aware that it will end up all falling out before he turns forty. You will almost always see him brushing it (despite the fact that there's never a hair out of place) or stroking it fondly and smiling. Some will even swear he talks to it. As far as facial hair goes, he has none. No five o'clock shadows for him. Hair-wise, he is almost prepubescent. Sidhka once suggested to him that it was because of the beatings the thread droppers at home had given him to try to brainwash him. In any case, the only hair on his body is the hair on the top of his head. Despite that, his eyebrows are quite thick and as dark as the hair on mop on top. His eyelashes, however, are a different story. Practically nonexistent, they tend to clump together of their own accord.
His eyes are a shade of blue so striking that at first, people will swear that they're not really that color. They're kind of eerie in that even if he's not looking at you, it feels like he is. When doesn't have one covered, they carry the illusion that they are each doing different things because of the lazy eye that never got fixed. His pupils are very large, and they add an inquisitive look to almost everything he does. They also tell stories of what he's thinking. Usually, they're very suspicious, especially if you're looking at him. When he's looking at them in a mirror, he thinks they're green and that everyone who says they're blue is lying to him in an effort to do something extremely terrible that he's not quite sure of. Their very round, and they bulge out just slightly.
His nose is too big for his face. Generally, his hair is covering two thirds of it, though, so no one can see it well enough to notice. It, like the rest of him, is quite pale. His skin is always clean and free of blemishes. Not that he would admit to having any if he had them. His lips aren't thin, but they certainly aren't fat either. They form brilliant dimples when he's smiling. Not that anyone's seen those dimples in turns. He hardly ever smiles, even sarcastically, and when he does, it's not a genuine grin that produces dimples. His heart-shaped face is lost in the middling realm between bony and chubby, making his cheekbones hidden not behind fat but behind nothing.
His bone structure is very fine, allowing him to be pencil-thin and yet not be bony. If you hugged him, you'd wonder if there was anything but air inside his clothing. He'd never let you hug him, though, so it's really a moot point designed to describe how inexplicably skinny he is. Weighing in at just over sixty pounds, he is almost insubstantial. He's quite short at five feet tall, making him slightly more proportional than he would have been. It all came of being malnourished for most of his life through no fault of his own (or honestly anyone else's but a twist of genetic fate). It all adds up to make him look like a child. Even his feet and hands can fit into children's sized clothing. The only hint that he's not a child are the sliced 'X's on each of his palms in a blood-red color that he gave himself in a bout of self destruction while he was in solitary confinement. They are a serious testament to his devotion to symmetry.
Even his voice is rather high, not because it didn't change. It did change, slightly, but it still leaves him at a high tenor, and only that because he had a low voice for a child. That, too, was a cause of being malnourished. His body just didn't have the nutrients necessary to complete puberty properly. Although it makes girls who would normally find him attractive rather sad, it doesn't bother him in the least. He's under the impression that anyone who isn't like him is purposefully making his voice deeper than it should be to mess with Iraink's mind. His singing voice matches that of a soprano in an elementary school's boys' choir, when he uses it. There is a good reason for his being small. He was and is malnourished for several reasons, such as that his paranoia (and Sidhka) tell him that any food he didn't make himself must be poisoned.
Iraink slumps when he walks, crossing his hands over his stomach. His stride is quite small, and he shuffles when he walks, causing his motion to stay at a steady three miles per hour. He'll glance behind him every few feet to check and see if someone is following him, and whisper something to Sidhka. Needless to say, it takes him hours to get anywhere in particular. If anyone comments, however, they'll be treated to one of his paranoid rants about how creepy it is for someone to want to know where he is all the time. He always knows exactly where he's going and takes the easiest pathway to getting there, preferring land routes to those that required going through caves or across puddles.
Personality: Iraink loves to lie. It saved him more times than he could count if he was any good at counting. That was always Sidhka's strong suit. His is lying. He can tell any story he wants, and no matter how absurd it would sound coming from other people, it sounds not only plausible but true coming from Iraink. It's partly his eyes. He bats those baby blues and everyone melts in front of him. They are really quite amazing lies, and he pulls them off splendidly. Telling the truth, not so much. Most of the truths he tells get him accused of lying, leaving his life in a state of paradox. The only "person" who believes him when he's being honest is Sidhka, who also encourages him to lie.
He's happiest when he's talking to Sidhka, or when someone believes him. As a general rule, though, he's not very happy. He's content when he has food and a roof over his head, though. Content is probably the best one is going to get when he's in constant fear of everything. Anything, however, can send his mood spiraling downwards into a fit of depression. His depression isn't like normal people's depression. He stops caring if the thread droppers get him, and his paranoia levels drop to rock bottom because it no longer matters if someone is a thread dropper or not.
He doesn't usually get angry. That is, he doesn't get angry as long as people believe him. When people don't believe him, he'll explode at them and accuse them of being a thread dropper for "calling him a dirty liar". It spikes his paranoid brain, and he'll withdraw from everyone and sit there talking to Sidhka for hours on end. Anyone mocking him for doing it will get tackled by a sixty-pound, very bony Iraink. Fortunately, that doesn't happen too often, and he usually has someone to stick up for his sorry ass for reasons unbeknownst to pretty much everyone. His primary insult is "thread dropper", so people tend to avoid arguing with them. He's stubborn as a mule about winning, and if it seems like he's not, they're thread droppers and that's the end of it.
Romance doesn't even cross Iraink's mind. It doesn't matter if a girl follows him around for days. He'll just accuse her of being a a thread dropper spy and go back to his daily business. He had crushes but mistook them for obsessive suspicions. Ergo, instead of asking a girl out, he'll as her if she's a thread dropper. Needless to say, Iraink's never been kissed. Of course, he doesn't know what kissing is, having lived in an barn for half his life, so he doesn't miss it.
Iraink isn't stupid, but "that thread dropper hell" didn't have any kind of schooling system, so he can't even read. He thinks of all kinds of education as a a thread dropper institution because it makes him feel stupid to be learning things that people ten turns younger than him already know. If someone offered to teach him to read in such a way that it sounded like it was his idea, he might actually try to learn, but his paranoia is very hard to get past.
Well, for one, Iraink calls anyone he doesn't trust (which is most everyone) a thread dropper. How would you feel if you were called a thread dropper by someone under the impression that "the only good thread dropper is one that's dead"? To put it simply, he has no social skills. Schizophrenia does that to a person. His constant lying doesn't help matters much, either. He doesn't trust anyone, and those he does don't believe anything he says that's honest. It doesn't make for very good interpersonal relationships. When he's around his "friends", he doesn't talk much. If he is talking, it's some ridiculous story from his childhood that he made up, or the reason he's late for dinner or something. He tends to avoid getting close to people, but a part of him wishes he could have a best friend when he sees everyone else smiling and laughing together.
Iraink likes his hair. He also likes knowing where he's going because it makes him feel safer. As safe as one could get with that much paranoia going on. Being a step above the thread droppers also makes him feel safe. If he knows more than they do, he's all good. He adores what friends he has. He almost trusts them. Lying and the lies he tells make Iraink quite happy. Most of Sidhka's ideas are winners with the boy.
He hates being called paranoid, but also the imagined conspiracies against him. He loathes the thread droppers. He also loathes reminiscing because seriously, who would want to think back on getting called insane? His one really severe terror is that the thread droppers will get him.
Iraink is smart enough not to trust everyone. Unfortunately, he doesn't really trust...anyone. So it's a doubled edged sword, really. He was never really lonely because when he was small, he talked to his hair, and when he got Sidhka (the name of both his hair and in this case his fire lizard), he talked to her. Because of his total lack of social skills, he can survive completely without social interaction. He's also a really good liar, but let's face it. He's insane.
History: Sarbet was thirty-five turns old when she found herself pregnant for what she was sure was going to be the final time. Her husband had died around a turn earlier in one of those awkward farming accidents that no one really talks about. Her thought process amounted pretty much to a string of profanities which she did not, thankfully, impart on her legitimate children. She was determined, however, to keep the child (although people said later that she shouldn't have for the obvious reason that he was insane). Needless to say, she was the talk of the hold, or its peasantry, at least, for the entirety of her pregnancy.
In the typical time, she managed to pop out a little boy who was given the name of Iraink and promptly told to run along to play with the other children while his mother went back to working in the kitchens. As a general rule, he was ignored by the adults for being a child and the children for being a bastard. Perhaps that was where his paranoia began, in looking at his siblings snickering and pointing at him for the entirety of his formative turns. It was around his fifth birthday that he first heard tales of threads.
He had been just peeking around the corner into the kitchen, planning on stealing the bread that wasn't poisoned by the unnamed evil when he heard his mother discussing something she was afraid might fall from the sky into their field with another of the cooks. Little Iraink wasn't quite sure what threads were, but he quickly figured out that they fell. In the not-so-logical mind of a completely insane small child, things that fell were dropped. And these things were bad, so they must have been dropped by the evil people. His little brain concocted a brilliant term for the evil ones. They could only be the people dropping the so-called threads, so they must be called thread droppers.
People generally thought this was cute when they heard it. For about ten minutes, until they were called thread droppers for “laughing” at Iraink. That was about the time one of the harpers decided that maybe if they hit him upside the head, he would be normal. Geoff (the harper) told everyone that he was taking the little boy under his wing, and kept him in a corner of his room, chained there. Iraink, being, even at that age, not the most obedient child, spent his first night of relative enslavement screaming for anyone to come rescue him from this thread dropper. Too bad the thread dropper wasn't planning on letting him go. Even Sidhka (which he called his hair at the time) was telling him not to yell anymore. After all, the thread dropper had threads to drop on him, too. Finally, he gave up. He couldn't scream any more than he already had, and who would rescue him, anyway?
He had spent about five seconds staring angrily at the thread dropper's door and waiting for him to come back when it slowly creaked open, displaying a little green nose. This nose slowly grew to have a face and legs and wings and a body and a tail. The fire lizard stared at him questioningly before she squawked. Then, she spoke to him. Or, he thought she did. Really, it was just the voice in his head again (yes, the same one that said it was his hair). The “fire lizard” introduced herself as the true Sidhka. She told him the other Sidhka had been a fake, but he would have to forgive his hair. It had been possessed. We could suppose that this was the first real insight into his severe insanity. But his insanity started chewing on his fingers until he gave it a rind of the bread he'd taken just before his capture.
Iraink wasn't quite sure what happened then, but he knew that this was the real Sidhka with all the trust his little paranoid heart was capable of. He felt like she might get taken away any minute, and he was more attached to her than he'd been to anything. He didn't realise it, but she'd impressed. All because of his left-over dinner.
When he heard Geoff coming back (the thud of his boots was unmistakable), Sidhka managed to hide, although Iraink wasn't watching her to see where she went. He was too busy keeping his eye on Geoff, who seemed more than a little bit intoxicated, and more than a little bit angry. Poor Iraink got a bit beat up for yelling all night. When Geoff went off to work, Sidhka showed up again, whispering ideas to Iraink.
This not so enjoyable process repeated several times a week for more turns than Iraink was capable of counting on his own. Not that that meant very much in the grand scheme of things, considering he can still barely count to three without Sidhka's help. He just never had an interest in learning the thread dropper's number system. According to Sidhka, though, it was close to eight turns of being beat because he was crazy. In this eight turns, he learned that Geoff, who took such pleasure in taking out all his aggressions on Iraink, was just as crazy. And Iraink's father. Sidhka could only comment that it seemed very cliché. Iraink didn't care. He had just found out that his father was a thread dropper. It devastated him until he remembered that the thread droppers took pleasure in seeing him upset.
The days were growing longer when he came. Iraink was sleeping with Sidhka watching guard over him in their corner when he woke to the unmistakable squawk of Sidhka's panicked fleeing. He automatically assumed that it was Geoff as so many times before and braced himself for the threads he did not understand to be dropped the short distance to his skull. Instead, it was another man, who picked up all sixty pounds of Iraink and carried him off.
This man wasn't scary and angry like Geoff, nor anywhere near as big, but Iraink was enraged by the fact that he just picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him out of the only home (although it wasn't a very happy one) he could remember any more. When Sidhka came squawking out to “rescue” Ink from the intruder, the man simply looked at her for a few moments, his shock showing through, and muttered something that even Iraink couldn't hear. Iraink was shocked to watch Sidhka calm down completely within a few seconds, although she refused to tell him why. The man dragged Iraink all the way out to the lawn with the people of the hold looking on. There, he was placed almost daintily down on what he later found out was a dragon. Sidhka climbed up into his lap, and the man climbed in front of them.
The next thing little Iraink knew, he was in the air, and the man was telling him all about how they were going to a place that would be better for him. He didn't really believe him (paranoia's a hard habit to break), but Sidhka told him that anything was better than where they were. On the way, the man, who introduced himself as A'tair, told Iraink all about where they were going. Poor Iraink had basically lived in a hole for most of his life, and the entire flight was spent enlightening him to the world.
When they arrived at the weyr, Iraink was given a bed with the candidates for lack of better place, and with time, he ended up being a part of their ranks despite the fact that he was no more well liked there than he had been at the hold because most future dragonriders aren't particularly fond of being accused of dropping the threads they're hoping to train to destroy.
Position in Family:
Pets: Sidhka, a green fire lizard that, contrary to what Iraink believes, does NOT talk to him.
Alignment: neither. They're both (in his mind) conspiracies against him.
Relation to Existing Character: rescued by A'tair
Special Requests Application reason: fire lizard
RP History: um...iono. Who keeps track?
Familiarity with Pern: read some of the books. Mostly wiki/Felina referencing where necessary
How you found out about our site: Felina
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: blue or brown
Reason for this Preference: so bronze is bad. Because Iraink in charge is very bad. One can only imagine the consequences of that. And green is bad because he's too paranoid to be doing the whole mating with the dragon thing. So yeah. That would bad.
Syllable Numbers for Name: three or more, preferably.
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: S, I, or T
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: agility, creativity, NOT allure, or perhaps whatever else one would assume could assist (or detriment) a crazy person
