Post by Shikai on Feb 15, 2008 18:56:07 GMT -5
Character Name: D’rom
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Wingrider, Wingsecond, Wingleader
Current Position: Brownrider
Appearance: D’rom is tall, standing at 6’4”, with black hair flecked with gray on the sides and the front. His skin is a darker, bronzy color, partially from a lifetime spent on the Southern continent and partially from a genetic disposition toward darker skin. His eyes are very dark brown, and are adept at both hiding and accurately displaying his emotions. He is very physically fit due to routine exercise, with a wide-shouldered, powerful build that allows him to be quite intimidating when he wants to be. A scar, caused by thread, runs from his left shoulder to midway down his back.
Personality: If the Pernese healers were knowledgeable about mental health, they would likely have diagnosed D’rom with post-traumatic stress disorder. He often has difficulty sleeping, and tends to be detached from everyone except his dragon. D’rom is disciplined in everything he does, and likes to organize his time into routines. He likes to be busy, and loathes having nothing to do, which is a large factor in his decision to go ahead in time, where he could be useful again. D’rom is very observant and intuitive, a trait he acquired after years of experience leading a fighting wing and fighting thread. Nothing bothers him quite like disrespect and laziness, and he has a very low tolerance for these traits in anyone. He tends to be quiet and reserved, but usually has an opinion, which he won’t hesitate to voice if asked. He is not very ambitious, but will take on a leadership role if he is needed. D’rom rarely looses his temper, but will fight if it cannot be avoided. He is stubborn, and rarely changes his mind about something once he has formed his opinion on the matter, and he is very loyal to whatever cause he decides to dedicate himself to. After all, the one thing worse than a lazy and useless person is a traitor.
History: D’rom was born as the second son of brownrider K’rommel and greenrider Darmara of Artemis Moonlight Weyr. The two riders lived together as weyrmates for two years before tiring of each other, but produced two children due to the green’s many flights. The eldest son was named Kardell, and the younger, Daromar. With their parents constantly engaged in fighting thread, they were given to one of the cooks to foster, and grew up as fairly happy weyrbrats. They got along surprisingly well, and, as are most weyrbrats, were determined to impress fighting dragons like their parents.
To their dismay, however, they were forbidden by their fostermother to stand as candidates until they reached the age of sixteen, as she was very familiar with the dangers of threadfall. Besides, the end of the pass was finally coming into view, and the weyr needed riders who would be old enough to fight thread as soon as possible. For the first time, Daromar was bitter, as his older brother was allowed to stand as a candidate while he could only watch from the stands. To his secret, guilty pleasure, Kardell did not impress his first time, and by the time another clutch was ready, Daromar was old enough to stand with him. Surprisingly, both boys impressed in the same hatching: Kardell, now K’dell, to a bronze, and Daromar, now D’rom, to his brown, Faerth. Their fostermother worried that their difference in rank would result in sibling rivalry, but there was none, due in part to the fact that Faerth was a large, strong brown, and K’dell’s Joth a decidedly small bronze, so that the two were nearly the same size for most of their lives. Moreso, for D’rom to be jealous had to mean that he thought Joth was somehow superior to his Faerth, and he was quite confident that his dragon was the best dragon anyone could hope for. The two only became closer during their weyrling training, and when they became full-fledged dragonriders, they were placed in the same wing.
D’rom and K’dell looked forward to their first threadfall with mixed excitement and apprehension. Surely it was dangerous, but it was exciting too, because for the first time, they would fly in a real wing as true dragonriders. Their first threadfall passed without incident, but he wasn’t as lucky the second time. D’rom’s inexperience was his weakness, and an unseen clump of thread caught him across the left shoulder. Screaming in pain, he and Faerth betweened back to the weyr, where D’rom was kept in the infirmary, and then confined to the weyr to rest for weeks. He was anxious, however, to return to fighting thread, and he was eventually put back in the wing due to the need for dragonriders. However, the next fall he was to fight in would be one he would never forget.
Fierce, erratic winds flung thread in unpredictable ways and made flying much more difficult. He was given a safer position in the formation, due to his recent injury, but it was still the most difficult threadfall he had ever, or would ever face. He saw a clump of thread thrown suddenly in the direction of K’dell, who was flying nearby, but to D’rom’s relief, his brother ducked between just in time. Unfortunately, when Joth reappeared seconds later, he was caught right in the midst of a vicious tangle of thread. D’rom could only watch in horror as the bronze let out a shriek of agony D’rom would never forget, and K’dell and Joth vanished between, never to emerge.
D’rom was shocked by his brother’s sudden death. His previous injury had been but a taste of the horrors of threadfall. His demeanor grew solemn and sullen, but he was more diligent than ever when it came to fighting thread. He attacked the thread with a vengeance that was both cold and ferocious. As years passed, he eventually rose in the ranks, becoming a Wingsecond, and then a Wingleader. Finally, the red star faded from the skies, and thread ceased to fall.
Yet D’rom felt little relief as the pass ended, for now he was left without a purpose. What’s more, the Holders flagrantly disrespected the dragonriders who had fought so long and hard for their sake. D’rom was furious. How could they not understand, not even care about the sacrifice the riders had made? The sacrifice his brother had made? They had sat in safety in their holds of stone, having dinner in front of a warm fire, while dragonriders were eaten alive just outside their walls. And this was how they thanked their saviors?
D’rom was not an unreasonable man, and didn’t expect any great compensation from the holders for his services. However, they were not even given respect anymore, and D’rom grew disillusioned with the Pernese entirely.
He knew he was not the only one to feel such discontent. Not much went on in the weyr that escaped his notice anymore, and when one of Pern’s last goldriders vanished, followed by increasing numbers of the weyr’s young bronzeriders, D’rom guessed what was occurring. He did not know where they were going, only that they were going somewhere, and he wrested the information at last out of a young bronzerider who had not yet made his own jump ahead. D’rom did not entirely approve of their plan. He thought Sitareh was a fool indeed, bringing only young, inexperienced riders ahead to fight the horror of thread! For the sake of the riders, although he cared decidedly less about the rest of Pern, he followed them forward, prepared to be of use however he could, not to mention getting away from a place filled with so many bad memories.
Position in Family: Younger of two.
Pets: Athera, also known as ‘that sharding feline’. She is a large, longhaired brown tabby with green eyes.
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon's Name: Faerth
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Appearance: Faerth is a large, rugged-looking brown, whose hide color is primarily a deep, classic hue. This is marred only by his numerous lighter scars, a reminder of the pair’s many years of fighting thread.
Dragon Personality: Despite his impressive stature, Faerth is a rather unambitious brown, although he does have a certain confidence in himself, especially when it comes to females. While he enjoys chasing greens in mating flights, Faerth isn’t a very social dragon, and doesn’t attempt to have any sort of relationship with anyone but his rider. Outwardly, he is surly and intimidating, but he has a soft spot for his rider, for whom he even makes attempts at jokes to try to cheer D’rom up.
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Preferred Dragon Ability: Strength, Team Coordination, Concentration
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Preference: Females
Previous Position: Wingrider, Wingsecond, Wingleader
Current Position: Brownrider
Appearance: D’rom is tall, standing at 6’4”, with black hair flecked with gray on the sides and the front. His skin is a darker, bronzy color, partially from a lifetime spent on the Southern continent and partially from a genetic disposition toward darker skin. His eyes are very dark brown, and are adept at both hiding and accurately displaying his emotions. He is very physically fit due to routine exercise, with a wide-shouldered, powerful build that allows him to be quite intimidating when he wants to be. A scar, caused by thread, runs from his left shoulder to midway down his back.
Personality: If the Pernese healers were knowledgeable about mental health, they would likely have diagnosed D’rom with post-traumatic stress disorder. He often has difficulty sleeping, and tends to be detached from everyone except his dragon. D’rom is disciplined in everything he does, and likes to organize his time into routines. He likes to be busy, and loathes having nothing to do, which is a large factor in his decision to go ahead in time, where he could be useful again. D’rom is very observant and intuitive, a trait he acquired after years of experience leading a fighting wing and fighting thread. Nothing bothers him quite like disrespect and laziness, and he has a very low tolerance for these traits in anyone. He tends to be quiet and reserved, but usually has an opinion, which he won’t hesitate to voice if asked. He is not very ambitious, but will take on a leadership role if he is needed. D’rom rarely looses his temper, but will fight if it cannot be avoided. He is stubborn, and rarely changes his mind about something once he has formed his opinion on the matter, and he is very loyal to whatever cause he decides to dedicate himself to. After all, the one thing worse than a lazy and useless person is a traitor.
History: D’rom was born as the second son of brownrider K’rommel and greenrider Darmara of Artemis Moonlight Weyr. The two riders lived together as weyrmates for two years before tiring of each other, but produced two children due to the green’s many flights. The eldest son was named Kardell, and the younger, Daromar. With their parents constantly engaged in fighting thread, they were given to one of the cooks to foster, and grew up as fairly happy weyrbrats. They got along surprisingly well, and, as are most weyrbrats, were determined to impress fighting dragons like their parents.
To their dismay, however, they were forbidden by their fostermother to stand as candidates until they reached the age of sixteen, as she was very familiar with the dangers of threadfall. Besides, the end of the pass was finally coming into view, and the weyr needed riders who would be old enough to fight thread as soon as possible. For the first time, Daromar was bitter, as his older brother was allowed to stand as a candidate while he could only watch from the stands. To his secret, guilty pleasure, Kardell did not impress his first time, and by the time another clutch was ready, Daromar was old enough to stand with him. Surprisingly, both boys impressed in the same hatching: Kardell, now K’dell, to a bronze, and Daromar, now D’rom, to his brown, Faerth. Their fostermother worried that their difference in rank would result in sibling rivalry, but there was none, due in part to the fact that Faerth was a large, strong brown, and K’dell’s Joth a decidedly small bronze, so that the two were nearly the same size for most of their lives. Moreso, for D’rom to be jealous had to mean that he thought Joth was somehow superior to his Faerth, and he was quite confident that his dragon was the best dragon anyone could hope for. The two only became closer during their weyrling training, and when they became full-fledged dragonriders, they were placed in the same wing.
D’rom and K’dell looked forward to their first threadfall with mixed excitement and apprehension. Surely it was dangerous, but it was exciting too, because for the first time, they would fly in a real wing as true dragonriders. Their first threadfall passed without incident, but he wasn’t as lucky the second time. D’rom’s inexperience was his weakness, and an unseen clump of thread caught him across the left shoulder. Screaming in pain, he and Faerth betweened back to the weyr, where D’rom was kept in the infirmary, and then confined to the weyr to rest for weeks. He was anxious, however, to return to fighting thread, and he was eventually put back in the wing due to the need for dragonriders. However, the next fall he was to fight in would be one he would never forget.
Fierce, erratic winds flung thread in unpredictable ways and made flying much more difficult. He was given a safer position in the formation, due to his recent injury, but it was still the most difficult threadfall he had ever, or would ever face. He saw a clump of thread thrown suddenly in the direction of K’dell, who was flying nearby, but to D’rom’s relief, his brother ducked between just in time. Unfortunately, when Joth reappeared seconds later, he was caught right in the midst of a vicious tangle of thread. D’rom could only watch in horror as the bronze let out a shriek of agony D’rom would never forget, and K’dell and Joth vanished between, never to emerge.
D’rom was shocked by his brother’s sudden death. His previous injury had been but a taste of the horrors of threadfall. His demeanor grew solemn and sullen, but he was more diligent than ever when it came to fighting thread. He attacked the thread with a vengeance that was both cold and ferocious. As years passed, he eventually rose in the ranks, becoming a Wingsecond, and then a Wingleader. Finally, the red star faded from the skies, and thread ceased to fall.
Yet D’rom felt little relief as the pass ended, for now he was left without a purpose. What’s more, the Holders flagrantly disrespected the dragonriders who had fought so long and hard for their sake. D’rom was furious. How could they not understand, not even care about the sacrifice the riders had made? The sacrifice his brother had made? They had sat in safety in their holds of stone, having dinner in front of a warm fire, while dragonriders were eaten alive just outside their walls. And this was how they thanked their saviors?
D’rom was not an unreasonable man, and didn’t expect any great compensation from the holders for his services. However, they were not even given respect anymore, and D’rom grew disillusioned with the Pernese entirely.
He knew he was not the only one to feel such discontent. Not much went on in the weyr that escaped his notice anymore, and when one of Pern’s last goldriders vanished, followed by increasing numbers of the weyr’s young bronzeriders, D’rom guessed what was occurring. He did not know where they were going, only that they were going somewhere, and he wrested the information at last out of a young bronzerider who had not yet made his own jump ahead. D’rom did not entirely approve of their plan. He thought Sitareh was a fool indeed, bringing only young, inexperienced riders ahead to fight the horror of thread! For the sake of the riders, although he cared decidedly less about the rest of Pern, he followed them forward, prepared to be of use however he could, not to mention getting away from a place filled with so many bad memories.
Position in Family: Younger of two.
Pets: Athera, also known as ‘that sharding feline’. She is a large, longhaired brown tabby with green eyes.
Alignment: Loyalist
Dragon's Name: Faerth
Dragon Colour: Brown
Dragon Appearance: Faerth is a large, rugged-looking brown, whose hide color is primarily a deep, classic hue. This is marred only by his numerous lighter scars, a reminder of the pair’s many years of fighting thread.
Dragon Personality: Despite his impressive stature, Faerth is a rather unambitious brown, although he does have a certain confidence in himself, especially when it comes to females. While he enjoys chasing greens in mating flights, Faerth isn’t a very social dragon, and doesn’t attempt to have any sort of relationship with anyone but his rider. Outwardly, he is surly and intimidating, but he has a soft spot for his rider, for whom he even makes attempts at jokes to try to cheer D’rom up.
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Preferred Dragon Ability: Strength, Team Coordination, Concentration
