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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:44 pm
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________________Dalit of Gold Peleth
Name: Dalit
Gender: Female
Age in Turns: 22
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman (Ista)
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Appearance: Dalit is 4' 7'' tall, short by a few centimeters, perhaps, but close enough to round up. Because she is short of stature with a somewhat larger-than-normal appetite, her figure is a bit pudgey, but since impressing Peleth she's had such a busy life that nothing more than a pleasant roundness is noticeable. Her eyes are very dark brown and quite expressive: the subtle nuances of her face, such as how far her eyelids are lowered or the angle her head is tilted to, appear to change the color from lighter to darker. She has dimples when she smiles. Her hair is jaw-length, slightly shorter in the back, and a shade of brown that hovers close to red: though the redness of it is only obvious in bright sunlight. Dalit dislikes her hair shade because in the absence of sun it is a very flat brown: too light to be dark and lustrous, but not light enough to be dirty blonde or sandy brown. She takes care of it, though, and it has a pleasant, slightly wavy volume. Her body type would not be slender even without the extra pounds she carries; rather she is solid and gives an impression of quiet endurance and strength.
Personality: Dalit was very shy as a child, and as such is slightly awkward now. She has gained confidence in herself due to time spent in Telgar Weyr several turns back and due to impressing such a dignified and assertive dragon. It can be said with confidence that the shift from Hold-life to Weyr-life was very good for her. She is quiet, though polite, and tends to try to fade into the background a lot. Even as a junior weyrwoman, she prefers to take the backseat and quietly support the others, doing her work and picking up the extra slack when needed. She tends to get into moods where she will become very quiet indeed, and when questioned about it will only reply "I have nothing to say," and shrug. Only Peleth and Zyph know what she's really thinking at such times, and out of respect for her they keep the secret. Outside her more moody moments, however, she is friendly, polite, courteous even to the lowest of drudges - Dalit has not forgotten her own roots. When given a job she does her best to do it well, though she might ask a lot of questions about obvious things. For example: on dish duty she might ask "Where's the soapsand?" or "Where do clean dishes go?" when the soapsand is right in front of her or there is a stack of clean dishes drying right by her elbow. It isn't that she's trying to be annoying, it's that she honestly doesn't see them - for some reason she looks right past things that are in front of her nose, and focuses her search far away. Peleth finds this trait endearing. Those with less patience find it annoying. Another of Dalit's little quirks is her hair length: she hates to have her ears exposed, so she never wears her hair up, but she dislikes having her hair in her face all the time: hence the jaw-line length.
The only thing Dalit excells at with apparent ease is her artwork - though she is a capable enough healer, and her skills working with dragons have increased tenfold since her ascendancy to being weyrwoman. Finer details of her art such as facial features and expressions fluster her, but somehow despite that she manages to capture emotions in the entire sketch remarkably well. Most often she draws the things that inspire her or give her pleasure: so quite a few of her drawings are of her blue lizard and Peleth. Because of that she is much better at drawing fire lizards and dragons than she is at drawing other animals or humans. "They'll sit still and pose for me, but the rest of the Weyr won't freeze long enough for me to get a good sketch done," Dalit often says with a small, affectionate smile.
Dalit absolutely fawns on her lizard and her dragon. Events in her life have made her somewhat paranoid. Every time something or someone good happens to her, Dalit inwardly becomes terrified that she'll lose them. She is perfectly aware that this is an unreasonable state of mind, and most of the time she pushes it back to a subconscious level, but it's still there.
Background: Dalit was born to a small hold of miners, part of Telgar Hold. Her childhood was mostly unremarkable, doubly so because she was so shy. She mostly stayed with her mother, helping with day-to-day tasks, and assisted the healers if an injury came in. She was deft enough that, when she grew older, that became her main job in the hold: their own official healer was growing old, and an assistant was very helpful to have around. There had been talk of sending her to be apprenticed at the Healer Hall, but she espoused instead. After only a turn or so, however, her mate was killed when a mine shaft collapsed. Until she was about 18 turns old, Dalit was even more reclusive than before: out of grief and out of a strong desire to be left alone. She even stopped assisting the healer: merely went about the necessary tasks of her day, eating very little and often wandering off away from the hold. In time, her grief became more livable and she functioned more normally once more; but the life had gone out of her, and she took no joy from anything in her life.
Dalit never, ever, dreamed that she'd be searched as a candidate, but when Dragonriders from Telgar Weyr came on search she was found to be acceptable and agreed to come to the Weyr without a second thought; her home hold had become so saturated with unpleasant memories and feelings that she leapt at any chance to get away. Dalit, unfortunately, found early on that she was frightened of dragons - of all the silly things. It was an unexpected friendship with a bluerider that began to turn this fear around, and also began to help her recover from losing her mate. After failing to impress at her first hatching, her friend supported and comforted her, and persuaded his blue to talk with her from time to time. Dalit gradually came to relax under the pair's kind persuasion, and grew quite curious about dragons. There was sympathy in them, she found, a gentleness that couldn't be found anywhere in any other kind of being on Pern, and gradually became able to look past their size and intimidating abilities. Once her fear of the great protectors of Pern dissipated she became quite curious, and quickly learned the basics of oiling and feeding adult dragons, as well as beginning to apply her healer training to learn dragon healing. Impressing her blue lizard Zyph, a gift from her 'rider friend for Turnover, helped quite a lot as well. Her interest in dragonhealing bloomed, naturally, and Dalit discovered that she seemed to have a strange instinct for the subject. She's no expert, but she's sewed up a few wings and treated a few scores in her time.
Dalit has grown enough that she is not so intimidated by the outside world anymore. She asked to transfer as a candidate to a different weyr, partly because she wants to explore and see new places and partly because she had begun to fall in love with her bluerider friend. His tastes in partners makes a relationship between them unlikely, and Dalit knows it. She's not willing to jeopardize their friendship over feelings he likely cannot return, and hoped that some distance between them will help her to return to thinking of him as a friend only. The warmer climate of Ista, where she transfered, drew her as well: Dalit has no love for the cold or for snow. Ista at that time had a double clutch on their sands: highly unusual, so they were in need of extra candidates.
Her days as a candidate were marred by a cave in where she and several other candidates, who later became very good friends of hers, were trapped in the tunnels of the weyr. Several of the others were severely hurt, but Dalit scraped through with nothing but minor injuries. The incident brought the group very close together, however. They remain close.
Almost all of the group, however, was deemed unfit to stand on the hatching sands due to their injuries, however. Terribly disappointed, they worked together to sneak the injured candidates onto the sands but were foiled when the weyrleader himself told them in no uncertain terms that they were to get their tails BACK UP INTO THE STANDS. Happily, almost all of the group impressed anyway - Dalit included. Peleth, the queen hatchling whose mother was visiting from Benden, impressed Dalit. Pani, a brave young harper girl Dalit had grown particularly fond of, impressed the gold hatchling from Ista: Kapoth. The two have grown even closer in the turns between now and then, and their dragons are also close: like blood sisters, though their dams are from entirely different weyrs. In the intervening years, Dalit's confidence has grown with her abilities. Her polite, quiet nature has made her a very capable messenger and ambassador to weyrs and holds, as well as a helpful junior weyrwoman, and she travels around a good deal.
Pets: Blue firelizard, Zyph. Zyph is about what you would expect from a blue fire lizard. Just as some musically-inclined folk train their lizards to sing, Dalit has trained hers to pose for sketches. Because it isn't particularly natural for such lively beings to sit still for too long, Dalit has had to be very firm and train Zyph to be obedient. He's always done his best to be supportive, and is perfectly happy to assist in whatever small ways that he can.
Dragon: Peleth (pay - lay - th)
Color: Gold
Age: 1 and 1/2 Turns
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Appearance: Peleth is a bright, brassy golden color that flows smoothly from nose to tail tip. She is deep-chested, slightly more muscular than would be considered normal for a gold but well proportioned nevertheless, and undeniably attractive. Along the bottom of her neck, under her chest and flaring upward her golden color becomes reddish and much deeper, making her appear as if she had flames licking her sides. The same color flicks back across her nose and eye ridges, making a bright, fiery accent across her face. Her features are finely sculpted, the eye ridges and the lines of her face somewhat sharp-looking but delicate as well. She has a habit of closing her first eyelid halfway, which sometimes gives her a rather lazy look. When combined with her overall body language, however, it instead makes her seem relaxed, at ease; like a feline lounging in the sun. Peleth often has a rather austere sense about her, now and then giving a soft disapproving sniff curiously like a human's, and she tends to hold herself slightly aloof.
Personality: Being fairly young still, Peleth has a playful streak that now and again pierces her imperiousness. As she grows older it shows itself less and less and becomes more subtle, but Peleth remains on the whole a rather pleasant young lady. And a Lady she is. Peleth is fully aware of all the prerogatives and privileges that come with being a gold, and takes them all to heart - perhaps because of the influence Dalit's basic nature has on the gold. The young queen moves with sinuous, stately grace, rarely hurrying through anything and taking life with a deceptively languid outer appearance. She's a social queen, and happily settles down with almost any group of females for some girl time to chat and laze about in the sun. As she is aware of her rank, Peleth is also aware of her beauty and enjoys flaunting it and flirting with the older bronzes. Young beasts for some reason fail to capture her attention. Peleth seems drawn to those who have an air of experience, who can keep up with her and who have proved that they deserve her respect. Male dragons, be they bronze, brown or blue, who fail to meet her standards will likely have to put up with a certain edge of coldness from Peleth. She has a low opinion of males to begin with - possibly stemming from when she had to bowl so many of them over to reach Dalit at her hatching - and though she is never rude to them her temper is a little shorter.
While under normal circumstances Peleth is a calm, amiable dragon she does have a temper. Her strong will has led to a few conflicts between herself and her rider, though Peleth is willing to listen to reason from Dalit. The triggers that set her off are so incomprehensible to others that she's become known for her sudden outbursts. They can occur without warning, and are often explosive in intensity. Peleth's anger cools slowly, and when someone really and truly riles her she will fume over it for several sevendays at least. She keeps her grumblings to herself once her initial rage has passed, however. It isn't very ladylike to show open anger too often, after all.
Mind Voice: Peleth's voice is a molten pool of liquid gold, caressing warmth, and accents of reds and oranges that bubble up to the surface. There is a liquid quality to her thoughts as they wrap around you, but really it's nothing like water: too warm, too supportive, to viscous, even, to be considered water. Sometimes flashes of bright sunlight seem to dance across the slowly bubbling surface, flashing brightly in thousands of sparkles as Peleth laughs or making a more languid, almost sensual flash when she is pleased. During her moments of anger the heat of her presence becomes almost unendurable: it feels as if your flesh must be burning and curling back from your bones, blackening and charring in the intense heat. The golden pool of her thoughts becomes a violent, bloody red and bubbles like boiling water: sending huge waves of the hot, molten stuff out in miniature explosions, and a low frequency rumble vibrates against your jaw as if the earth itself were shaking.
Other: Peleth is very close to Kapoth, the second queen hatched during the double clutch that brought them both into the world. Though they are not bound by blood (Peleth's dam was from Benden and Kapoth's from Ista) the two might as well be sisters.
Name and Inspiration: Peleth - from Pele, Hawaiian Volcano Goddess.
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________________Misuth of Ista Weyr
Age: 9-10 turns
Appearance/Personality: She's a dark, antique gold, and as long and lean as her rider. Though she lacks the bulk of most of her sisters, she is by no means petite; her wingspan and length from nose to tail rivaling that of many of her peers. Her more serpentine frame is corded with muscle that give her an edge in maneuverability and endurance. As far as draconic beauty is concerned, her neck is long and thin without much of a sensual tapering, and her muzzle is a straight and almost severe triangle. With other dragons she isn't very chatty, and tends to keep to herself though she can make a good listener, and is quite polite when she's drawn into a conversation. ...except when she's rising or hovering over a clutch. She can lead a viciously exacting and taxing flight, and she is waspishly protective of her eggs.
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________________Kapoth of Ista Weyr
Age: 1 and 1/2 turns
Appearance/Personality: She has a natural regal bearing, composed and gracious. She has a strong protective mothering instinct that can border on possessive when she feels one of "her" dragons is in trouble, and she may tend to overpower at times, turning grating, swaggering, and strident. Her hide is a brilliant, brassy yellow gold, polished nearly to a mirror's sheen, light flashing and flickering with every move she makes. Darker antiqued and shadowed gold tones near her throat, belly, talons, and tail lend depth to her coloring. Wings flash bright when opened, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her body as the light shines through thin sails. Strength and power reside in this large well-proportioned queen, with a deep chest and finely formed muscles to indicate an endurance to match her confidence.
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________________Firelizards: Gold Diantha's Fair
Before Bronzerider M'leck died of the plague he sent away his fair of three firelizards, knowing that he was dying and not wishing for his lizards to die as well. Diantha, being a capable queen, has since kept her fair in the general area of Telgar Weyr, though they are wilder and will not allow humans they are unfamiliar with to approach them. Since they left M'leck Diantha has had one clutch hatch and several new additions to her fair: the names these young lizards have were given as affectionate nicknames by the humans who knew M'leck and were familiar with his three friends: N'mar can be credited with most of them, as he is is the one Diantha visits most often.
Lizard: Diantha
Color: Gold
Appearance: Diantha's hide is uniform, solid gold and almost always has a healthy glow to it. She has no special marks or identifying features, though she is deep chested and large for a lizad.
Personality: Diantha is a natural leader and a doting mother. She runs her fair smoothly and keeps them all in good health, and has been known to visit her young ones who have impressed out to humans. Diantha will not permit any greens in her fair, preferring to keep her males to herself.
Lizard: Lumeth
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Lumeth is colored in tones that range from deep bronze to lighter greens and yellows. He is large and well muscled, and still holds his position as Diantha's "right hand lizard."
Personality: He's not too strict with the other lizards but he does back Diantha up when she needs it. Lumeth is secure in his position and takes a magnanimus approach to dealing with others.
Lizard: Shivvy
Color: Blue
Appearance: Shivvy is tiny, almost as tiny as a baby lizard. His hide is richly shaded with deeper tones and although he's small he's beautifully proportioned.
Personality: Shivvy is almost as smart as Diantha, typical of most runts, and also independant. He holds his own with the other lizards despite his smaller size and tends to be mothered by Diantha a lot: perhaps because she views him as being a permanent baby she will never have to see grow up.
Lizard: Deejee (phonetically adapted from D.G. - short for dimglow)
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Medium sized with shorter wings and larger muscles. He has a strip of dark bronze running the length of his spine and splitting into stripes near the end of his tail.
Personality: Deejee has common sense... he just choses to ignore it. As a result he always gets into trouble and the others have to ride to his rescue.
Lizard: Twitter
Color: Brown
Appearance: Thin, very lithe and elegant. This brown has a catlike grace to his movements in and out of the air. His paws are all very dark brown, while the backs of his wings are a medium shade that fades smoothly into the rest of his hide.
Personality: Twitter is a mellow lizard, but he loves music. Count on him to show up at a gather or a meal when music begins playing. He is an exceptional singer, even for a lizard.
Lizard: Flick
Color: Brown
Appearance: Larger than Shivvy, but not by much. He is a dark brown with lighter paws and underbelly.
Personality: Always moving in some way or another. He often follows Deejee into trouble simply for something to do. Even while he sleeps the tip of his tail will still twitch.
Lizard: Rith
Color: Blue
Appearance: Solid blue wraps around his forlegs, while the rest of him whirls smoothly from lights into darks.
Personality: Rith is mellow to the point of banality. Whatever the others do, he will as well. If left on his own, he probably wouldn't even hunt for his food or fly away from Thread. Shivvy looks out for him most often.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:53 pm
________________Adoptable----------- ________________Indira of Gold LyathName: Indira
Gender: Female
Age: 42
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Goldrider / Junior Weyrwoman
Appearance: Tanned skin from living on Southern. Skinny, but healthy. Beginnings of gray or white in her hair. Rest is up to the adopter.
Personality: Used to be sweet and calm, a good person to follow. Mothered anything that was trusted to her and brought up many people to be fine dragonriders when she was not a Weyrwoman. Lost most of her calmness when the plague struck. Temper has become increasingly shorter because of her failures. Increasing bitterness haunts her. She is reclusive to most people, even those who were her friends. Her tender side is usually well-guarded now, and her outlook has become pessimistic in order to try and protect the few people who will listen to her, as her optimism has killed a queen and sent the plague out on Pern. The only person capable of coaxing out the old her is D'rine.
History: Was born in Ista Weyr where she stood as a candidate. After a few Turns of not Impressing, a queen egg was laid at Southern Weyr, and a call was sent out for female candidates. Indira, being sweet-tempered, mothering in her instructions of younger candidates that were often put under her wing, and calm, was sent to Stand there at the age of 16. Impressed the queen Lyath. Lyath was Flown by bronze D'rine's Xosimeth on her tenth Flight after hopping from bronze to bronze. Started minor conflict with the only other goldrider at the time that was not Weyrwoman Tansha – Junior Weyrwoman Lenviasi, whom had held the monopoly on Xosimeth until Lyath. D'rine and Indira only really spoke during their after-Flight meetings once a Turn and when it was required of their official duties for about three Turns until Lenviasi's jealousy threatens to send Indira back to Ista. D'rine intervenes and has Lenviasi sent there instead. The two fall in love over the course of several Turns, and become weyrmates. At the age of thirty-six, Indira becomes Weyrwoman when Tansha dies of old age. Thread starts falling a few years later while members of Southern Weyr start falling ill with a deadly illness that kills many people over the course of a small amount of time. Panics and tries to send some of the weyrfolk away to be safe, keeping the infected in her Weyr, unintentionally poisoning the rest of Pern. Realizing her fault, she draws away from everyone but D'rine and her bitterness increases when Southern is forced to merge with Telgar, with her to serve under a recently-made, young Weyrwoman. After Lyath's last Flight, she urges D'rine and Lyath to keep the queen egg a secret, trying in vain to have one final glory for the Weyr she called home, only to have it blow up in her face when the queen went between. She's become more air-tight, more pessimistic and angry, trying to hide her wounded pride and she's fallen by the wayside. Given the proper coaxing, she could just come back up into importance.
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Other:
Dragon: Lyath
Age: 26
Color: Gold
Appearance: A large gold with a few threadscore scars to show her age. Larger than average for her color.
Personality: Unfriendly, capable and willing of putting a stop to nonsense. Incredibly practical. Seems almost to be omniscient at times with her knowledge of goings-on. Can be social to dragons and even come to a liking point, but has a hard time being overly friendly or taking a joke. Does not like physical contact unless it is Indira. Has a hard time with being in a position of needing to comfort Indira, who used to be so sure of herself. Does not play well with other golds.
Other: She is not monogamous with Xosimeth, even if Indira doesn't know it. Nothing better has, in her opinion, come along.----------- ________________D'rine of Bronze XosimethName: D'rine
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider / Junior Weyrleader
Appearance: Handsome, gray hair with few black streaks remaining, tanned skin, few wrinkles. Visible facial scar.
Personality: Kind but stern, logical. Has a natural tendency to make other comfortable around him. A charmer, but completely devoted to Indira. Slightly pessimistic attitude, needs to see physical proof of things before he'll believe in their existence and, in the same vein, has to see proof of someone's worth before he lets them into his life. Can appear cold and haughty to anyone who gets rejected after being pulled in by his natural charisma, but that melts once they prove themselves to him. As such, his friends are those with better qualities that bad, and he is a great dispenser of justice – when his view isn't askew. Does have a problem with being too over zealous when dealing out judgments and having his view on the issue be twisted by either personal bias or particular wording. Is smart, generally, but gets caught up in his emotions when it comes to wrong doers. Doesn't like change all that much.
History: Was born and raised in Southern Hold. Left when he was 12 to pursue a career a career as a Harper, due to his natural gift of words, but quickly found himself unable to stay out of trouble. Was a mischievous child, causing accidents and pulling pranks. One of the accidents he caused severely wounded his first love: a woman who was preparing to leave the Hall in a month. He was fourteen. After being severely reprimanded by everyone he knew on a constant basis and being mocked for his stupidity, Duarine started behaving himself and acting as a vehement enforcer of the rules. Was sent home at sixteen for causing problems in Harper Hall. Was given two small firelizard eggs by a friend who had a green, who Hatched into two green firelizards who remain close to him still. Was Searched at eighteen by Southern Weyr, did not Impress until he was twenty to the bronze Xosimeth. When he was twenty four, Xosimeth flew Lenviasi's gold Mauratith and he became Junior Weyrleader. The two were weyrmates and Xosimeth failed most green Flights he attempted – Lenviasi got used to the idea of him being exclusive, despite the fact that he was friends with quite a few Lower Caverns girls due to his Turns waiting to Impress and Xosimeth's inability to Fly a green. He even got one of them pregnant, who gave birth to a girl, when he was thirty years old. Lenviasi remained oblivious to his fraternizing, so Xosimeth's eventual capture of gold Lyath became a constant sore point between the two, especially since Lyath remained adamant about letting Xosimeth win and Mauratith began to want nothing to do with him. Their relationship became strained, despite his obvious avoidance of the younger Indira, but when she moved to have Indira shipped back to Ista, he got angry, feeling that it wasn't right that the person causing all of the problems in the first place should be the one calling the shots. Soon found himself in love with Indira, with Lenviasi out of the way, and eventually Weyrleader. Self-righteous attitude had a tendency of not going over well, but Xosimeth and Indira kept him in check from being too over the top with his dealings in the justice system. When Thread started falling, he kept a level head and dealt with it while Indira started to worry about an illness that began affecting people around the Weyr. Did not know she had sent away the "uninfected" until she had already done it, and refuses to tell anyone her secret. Does not like the merger with Telgar, though he finds that having a deaf Weyrleader is fairly amusing, though the only times he's encountered B'heb have been awkward. He does not care that he is not in power. Spends most of his time now keeping the former Southerners from making him look bad via any method necessary (usually his presence does the trick) and keeping Indira from closing herself off.
Pet(s): Two green firelizards, name and personality up to player.
Other:
Dragon: Xosimeth
Age: 33
Color: Bronze
Appearance: A large bronze with plenty of scars from fighting Thread. Brightly colored.
Personality: Flirty, friendly, he almost seems to be younger and a lesser color than he is. Talkative and is almost always in favor with the firelizard fair wherever he is. Doesn't much like games because of his largeness, but will gladly watch others play and make a sportscaster commentary over them.
Other: Has a thing for greens, despite having never Flown one successfully. Ever. Chases a lot.----------- ________________A'dar of Bronze DrotethName: A'dar Gender: Male Age: 15 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Rank: Senior Weyrling Appearance: He has hit a growth spurt, and made it up to 5' tall. However, since he's always been a little skinny he now has a rather unfortunate emaciated look about him. He still prefers the rather childish outfit of short pants and a loose tunic, and this choice does not flatter his newly grown physique. His face, however, has managed to cling on to some of its childish roundness, while at the same time hinting at the facial structure he will have as an adult. A few freckles cling on, but most of them have disappeared. A'dar's eyes are slightly larger than normal, and a shade of icy blue that's almost white. They're very expressive, but often give him a tragic or surprised look when he is, in fact, perfectly cheerful. His hair is a warm shade of brown, silky and straight: usually parted off to one side. Personality: Inquisitive and bright, A'dar's problem is that he doesn't put his mental abilities to work on useful things. He's always shirking his chores to go off with Droteth or daydreaming during lessons. He's not a very fast runner, and he's not very strong, but what he lacks in those areas he makes up for with enthusiasm and energy. Now and then he will get into trouble, but not out of malice - merely out of misplaced curiosity and a lack of common sense. It is difficult to frighten or intimidate him, but he is not aggressive: if A'dar is the subject of bullying behavior he reacts with innocent confusion and kindness at first, but responds eventually with equal animosity. Being kind and being a pushover are two very different things. Droteth is a bad influence of sorts, and though A'dar often knows when to quit sometimes the pair crosses the line. History: A'dar was once Andarus. Born in the Southern Weyr, he came north several months before the plague began - his foster mother has family in Telgar Hold, and wanted to be close to them. Andarus' biological mother is a greenrider distantly related to Indira, the once Senior Weyrwoman of Southern. However, because Andarus considers his foster mother to be his only parent he has never been particularly close to the goldrider. His childhood was mostly unremarkable; he was talented, but not outgoing enough to attract much bullying. Andarus enjoyed sailing, and had become quite profficient at it before moving north. That is one of the few complaints he has about Telgar: no nearby oceans. Moving to Telgar before the merger with Southern gave him an advantage when it came to making friends: no rift occured yet, so he was not automatically shunned. It also meant that he was allowed to stand when Amenth's first clutch hatched. To his delight, Andarus impressed Droteth. Since then he has been doing well in his training, and during his free time attempts to repair the break between his old friends in Southern and his new ones in Telgar. Pet(s): none Dragon: Droteth
Age: 6 months
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Droteth's color is a true bronze, blending smoothly into lighter and darker shades. He has heavy shoulder muscles, but overall retains a lithe, winsome look. Not as large as some of the other bronzes, Droteth nevertheless is very maneuverable in the air.
Personality: Droteth, despite his handsome extermior, is actually a dragon with a quick temper and hot head. His hot head often clouds his judgement, and his desire for dominance leads to some quarrels with other dragons: if his wishes aren't followed he can become nasty. He is respectfully of weyr heirarchy, but aspires for better standing almost constantly. His belief in his own abilities as well as his temper often lead to recklessness, and A'dar often has to keep a firm hand on him.
Other: Droteth is from Amenth's first clutchhttp://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii143/LKatsanis/HeatWaveBronze.jpg----------- ________________M'ran of Blue VidrienthName: M'ran Gender: Male Age: 25 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, except in mating flights Rank: Bluerider/Weyrharper/Candidatemaster Assistant Appearance: M'ran has the emaciated look of someone who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. He was one of the slowest to recover from his illness and has lost a lot of the muscles in his body. Without the patient guidance of his weyrmate he would have extreme difficulty even walking. However, thanks to months of effort, he is fit enough to play his music and fight against Thread. His hands are at odds with the rest of him, long fingered and delicate with callouses from plucking harp strings and using drums. His face is smooth, with a high forehead and long nose supported by a strong jawline. His hair is short and neat, swept to the side usually, and a shade of blonde that is almost a light brown. There are a few stray locks that usually hang into his face. His eyes are very dark, unless direct sunlight shines on his face it's impossible to tell that they are blue. Personality: M'ran lives for two things: his music and his dragon. He's what you would expect from a harper: subtle, humorous, and intelligent.He is also driven, and constantly strives to improve his musical skills. Sometimes he will go for days on end without eating, stopping his work only to care for his dragon or to take short naps. His specialty is not composition, but the creation of musical instruments. Not all of his experiments in this field are a success: the most memorable occasion was when he made a small pipe that produced a range of sound so high it rendered him deaf for a few days. He's thinking about selling that one as a self-defense weapon once he figures out how to stop it from blowing out the user's hearing. M'ran is fond of children: he sees them as the future of the weyr and a great source of joy. They almost represent the promise of a new day to him. To his dragon, M'ran is more devoted than even to his music. Vidrienth is M'ran's life, a great contribution to his inspiration. Often the two of them can be seen off in a quiet corner, the blue dragon listening while M'ran sings or plays music for him. History: Morran was a young, talented student in the Harper Hall for almost all of his life. As a child he had an unusually flexible voice which caught the Hall's attention. Once in the Harper Hall for a few years, though, he discovered that there was much greater joy in creating musical instruments than in singing. Not that he neglected the other areas of his education; he was diligent in all areas of his training simply because he loved music. There were a few other students who looked down on him as a show off, but for the most part he was too friendly for many of them to hate him. Morran was on his second stint as a journeyman in Telgar Hold when dragonriders rode on search. When he brought out the youngsters he was teaching to be considered, one of the greenriders pronounced Morran to be a likely candidate himself. He was almost too old to be considered, but with Thread coming it was important to have lads old enough to fight while their dragon was in prime condition, so Morran was allowed to come. At the age of 21 he impressed Vidrienth. M'ran is fed up with the entire Weyr at the moment. He disapproves of the general attitude towards the Southerners, but also thinks that the Southerners aren't putting much effort into joining Telgar. He will scold those he knows, but also tries to practice what he preaches. M'ran has made several new friends from Southern Weyr, and he does his solemn best to smooth over any conflicts he comes across. The deaths of young dragons is a cause of enormous grief to him, and is a driving force in most of his diplomatic forays. Pet(s): None Dragon: Vidrienth
Age: 4
Color: Blue
Appearance: He is slightly undersized, but more than makes up for it with speed and endurance. His wings are longer and wider than would be normal for his body size, and the muscles at their base are very pronounced. This, combined with his lighter build, makes him fast and steady in the air, and also gives him a strange prancing gait on the ground. His hide is a uniform, dark sapphire blue, darkening to almost black at the tip of his tail. But his wingsails are the shade of a clear summer sky and almost completely translucent. This same shade colors the very tip of his muzzle, almost making him look like he has a beard.
Personality:
Vidrienth is capable of moving very fast in the air, but on the ground he moves with a more sedate, regal bearing. He has a certain amount of self-respect and control that allows him to hold his own with the best of them. This is unusual for blues, smaller ones especially, but to Vidrienth it just comes naturally. He is not prideful, even if he is dignified, and does not seek confrontation with anyone. To others he is respectful and helpful without being over eager, which helps him keep on fair terms with most browns and bronzes. He welcomes company, especially company that does not disturb the quiet surroundings he seeks out. Fire lizards are one of his favorite things, and he does not mind most of the antics that they pull: viewing them with tolerance and patience instead.
While Vidrienth never shows anger or raises his voice he feels things very deeply, and does in fact feel rage now and then; though it is at those moments that he is most careful not to show it. He is a natural diplomat and confidant, listening sympathetically to anyone who comes to him with troubles and smoothing over issues between others with casual ease. He loves music almost as much as he loves M'ran, and never forgets a melody once he hears it. However, his taste is not limited only to man-made sounds. "Nature's music" appeals greatly to him as well. Often he will lay without moving for hours at a time, listening to waves on the shore of the lake, enjoying the sound of wind through tree leaves, sometimes he will even lay in a place without sound and tell M'ran he is "listening to things grow."
Thread is one of the few things that really riles Vidrienth up. His eyes whirl violent shades of red anger all throughout a fall and he takes his duties very seriously. Overwhelming instinct to destroy his ancient enemy overrides all of his careful self-control and turns him into a raging demon few would recognize as Vidrienth. Savage pleasure comes to him as silvery strands die on his flaming breath. Even when Thread is not falling the mention of it will cause a brief jolt of red to flash across his eyes.
Mind Voice:
Vidrienth speaks with a symphony of tones and inflections very much like classic Terran orchestras. In his mellow moods expect lilting flutes and harp strings, falling down to deepy watery tones and rising smoothly up into fluttering notes that seem to float on the breeze. When he is happy or feeling triumphant he speaks with brassy inflections and flares, inciting chills of excitement in those he speaks with. In the rare moments that he shows anger his voice is a soft, sub-sonic rumble like kettle drums that could almost chatter teeth.
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii143/LKatsanis/Vidrienth.jpg----------- ________________Kentan of Green RelenathName: Kentan Gender: Female Age: 23 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Rank: Green Rider / Searchrider Appearance: Kentan is about 5'7'' tall and very thin. She doesn't have a particularly feminine appearance because she's so skinny, her chest is almost flat and her hips are a little bony, but she has very soft skin and an angelic face. Wide warm-brown eyes give her a childish appearance even though she is 20 turns old. Her dark brown hair is short so it can fit under her helmet, but it has decent volume and a slight curl to it. Personality: Kentan is quiet. almost unnaturally so, but very kind. She communicates effectively enough with her body language and facial expressions, only speaking when it would be rude not to or when she has something important to say. She possesses a degree of empathy and consideration that is unusual, but she is also easily intimidated and bullied. Seeing anything in pain, whether it is physical or emotional, is intolerable for her. She can't resist attempting to aid the person/creature that is suffering. Like her weyrmate she possess a joy in music that helps her stay cheerful and optimistic. She gives her love freely to anyone who comes to her for help, especially young children - who she treats with tender care as if they were her own. Kentan is the kind of person who can comfort others simply by being there with them. Romantically she is loyal to M'ran, though. You will never see this woman angry or hear her raise her voice, she is exceedingly patient. If someone misbehaves or acts cruelly she will not yell, but she has a way of looking at even the most shameless offenders that makes them feel guilt to a minor or major degree. History: Kentan was born in the weyr and raised by her mother, a greenrider, who was devoted enough to family not to give her daughter up. This was possible because Thread was not falling yet and dragonriders weren't fighting every other day. Kentan did not speak at all until she was four turns old, and even then she only used short sentences. Her mother's fears that she might be mentally subnormal were unfounded: in school Kentan performed beautifully, even if she was a little shy. There were a few other kids in particular who made her a target of bullying, but she never told anyone until she was 10 and the group actually harmed her physically - then it was only her mother she informed. The furious mother went straight to the weyrleaders when she found out how long it had been going on, absolutely raving mad with indignant, righteous anger on her daughter's behalf. Kentan was never assaulted again, but the group never really left her alone, either. Her greatest moment, and her triumph against them, was when they were left standing on the sands and she was chosen by Relenath: Kentan had not been accepted as a candidate due to her young age and was watching from the stands. Being so young it was difficult for Kentan to deal with many of the aspects of a dragonrider's life. Weyrling training was a constant physical struggle for her, though she did her best not to fall behind too much. She suffered from bad sprains several times, all caused by pushing herself too hard trying to keep up with older and much stronger weyrlings. Since tendons don't heal quite the same way that muscles do she now has to be careful not to stress herself too much or the damage will get worse. Kentan performs regular stretching excersizes to keep the damaged tendons loose and functional. So even though she is not very strong, nor will she ever be, she is flexible and knows a few tricks to help loosen muscles. It is, perhaps, a very good thing that Relenath is not a green that rises every other day. Being weyrbred also helped Kentan somewhat, but she was still quite young when her dragon began rising to mate. Kentan did her best to take it in stride, relying mostly on her dragon for support, but the whole situation made it very difficult for her to open up to other riders for a very long while. The fact that she was shy to begin with did not help much. Most of the riders were very understanding about it: indeed, Kentan is still good friends with one or two of them who were especially kind to her. M'ran, when he came along, was one of the only men who took enough time and was patient enough to deal with her fears completely, though. Part of his appeal to Kentan, even to this day, is that M'ran is just not a very lusty person: she knows that she can trust him absolutely. Kentan was the greenrider who pronounced M'ran a suitable candidate, she was also the one who brought Ixiara to the weyr for the most recent hatching. Kentan and M'ran's relationship evolved slowly but surely until everyone who knew them automatically grouped them together. They don't spend a lot of time with one another, but Kentan is perhaps the only female who could stand being third on the list of M'ran's great loves. She is very patient with him and does not strive to pull him away from his work when he gets into one of his moods, and he, in turn, has come to understand Kentan almost as deeply as her dragon does. Kentan's friend, Bethany, recently gave birth and Kentan has been falling over herself to help in any way that she can. She adores the little boy and volunteers both herself and M'ran for babysitting duty. Relenath, too, likes both the child and his mother and displays an interest in their well-being. Kentan is remarkably quiet about her opinions on the recent merger between Weyrs. She makes no comments for or against anyone, the only response she will make is to become very stern and even quieter than normal. She is similar to M'ran in her opinion that neither side is doing much to get along, but she is more for Telgar than Southern out of a patriotic sense. Unlike M'ran, who feels that they should merge completely and forget who came from where, Kentan feels that if the other riders don't want to be here they shouldn't have to, that it isn't kind to do this to them, she regrets very much the tragedy that forced the situation on them all. Sympathy for the other riders often prods her to help them in small ways, though she's busy so often that it is not a regular thing. Dragon: Relenath
Age: 9
Color: Green
Appearance: Relenath is a decent sized green, hovering exactly in the middle of the smallest and largest sizes her color can reach. Shades of green blend back and forth in whorls across her hide and wings. Her jaw and the underside of her neck are a very dark green.
Personality: Relenath is similar to Kentan but not as shy. She will rarely speak to humans but she is fairly friendly to other dragons. Relenath possesses the same compassion and understanding that her rider does and she can often be seen encouraging young weyrlings or comforting the sick and injured. The dragons and riders from Southern are often the recipient of her consideration and aide, though she tries to be discreet about it. Unusually, for a green, Relenath is not a particularly lusty dragon. No dragon in particular flew her with any regularity until Vidrienth, and since the two dragons mated Relenath has accepted only him. Vidrienth and Relenath are as close as their riders are, though they each respect one another's distance and space; a tendency that helps them get along while sharing a weyr. Relenath is unusually sensitive when it comes to sensing possible candidates.
Mind Voice: Relenath's voice is a quiet whisper that insinuates itself so smoothly into the minds of others that they often will not realize the source is a dragon. Faint warmth on the fingers and a touch of baking bread in the nose are signs that it is Relenath speaking, though they are often so subtle that it takes long experience to recognize them for what they are. http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii143/LKatsanis/Relenath.jpg----------- ________________Hunter FirianName: Firian Gender: Male Age: 23 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Rank: Hunter, Weyr-Folk Appearance: Firian is compact, standing at 5' 9''. Most of his body is comprised of sharp lines and toned muscles, though he moves with almost fluid grace that belies his sturdy form. Turns of moving silently and quickly through varied terrain has given him quick reflexes, sharp eyesight and surprisingly fast motions. His hair is a dirty brown that he keeps long and ties back. He doesn't cut it because, if he wears it right, it keeps the biting crawlers from getting at his neck - which removes a major annoyance. His skin is a dark, even bronze shade that is only broken in the area immediately below his waist. His eyes are slightly slanted, though not by much, and a deep, true black. On his left arm, lower collar bone, and across his chest he has claw scars from when he was little. His voice is a light baritone, but rough from infrequent use. Personality: Firian is somewhat gruff but good natured. He treats everyone alike, be they weyrleader or drudge. Which isn't to say he's rude, he just doesn't see the need to pay much attention to rank. Everyone's human so everyone deserves certain considerations, but they are still basicly the same as he is. Firian only had the barest schooling when he was little, preferring to skip lessons and head off exploring on his own, so he isn't all that good with "book stuff." Still, he has a developed sense of fair play and logic. Strategy, maps and puzzle-solving come to him easily, and when it comes to wood-smarts you won't find anyone better. He helps the healers and cooks on occasion by grabbing any rare herbs and plants he finds on his long trips outside the Weyr. Animals are an enourmus part of his life. He trails, traps and kills them for a living, but he also nurtures and protects them in the process. He is careful to observe population density of both predators and prey, only killing what he feels is appropriate, and he takes care to learn behavioral patterns of the animals he kills. If, for example, an animal has babies in the spring and mates in the fall he will only kill it in the fall: that way the young from the last season will have time to grow and mature. With the animals he trains he is strict but loving. Canines are his specialty. He breeds the large, wolf-like strain that is used for hunting, herding and sometimes for turning the kitchen spits. Firian has both his lizard and his canines trained to follow voice, whistle and hand signals. History: Firian was born on the Southern Continent and only recently transferred to Telgar with the remains of the Weyrfolk from Southern. He has always lived in a Weyr, though he never really had much of an ambition to become a dragonrider. He thought about it, who hasn't after all? But other pursuits appealed to him more. His father was a brownrider who wasn't all that responsible. No one really knows why the man died, though the popular opinion is that he got roaring drunk and failed to properly visualize his coordinates. However it happened, Firian spent most of his life under the care of his Uncle - who his mother fostered him with. The man was very similar to how Firian himself turned out to be: hard to anger and lax in terms of rank. Even when Firian was four turns old, his uncle treated him like an adult. This led Firian to want to behave like an adult instead of a kid. For the most part it wasn't a problem, he was responsible and did a fair amount of work to help out, but it did get him into trouble once. Thinking he could handle it, a 13 turn-old Firian went out to try and kill one of the persistant felines that was a frequent raider of the weyr herds. He did manage to catch it in his snare, but he caught it by the hind foot instead of around the neck. The result was one P-Oed feline and one seriously sliced up kid. If one of the dragonriders hadn't been out on patrol and seen the boy struggling to hold the big cat off Firian would not be alive today. His uncle scolded him a little, but then proceeded to a disciplinary tactic that was far more effective: he made the incident a joke. The man meant well, and only used the tactic because he knew it would be the most effective route. He was right. Firian never took such a large risk ever again. Firian became a capable hunter and a good, sturdy friend. All sorts of weyr-folk and dragonriders alike counted him as a friend. He wasn't around often enough to cause trouble, but just enough to stay familiar with everyone. If someone's in a jam- WHAM: he's there. It doesn't matter if he knows them or not. Helping others is the right thing to do, in his opinion. Just because he's dependable doesn't make him a talker though. For one thing, he doesn't know a lot of "big words," for another he usually doesn't have much to say. When he does speak, Firian has a gift for getting right down to the truth of a matter and laying it out, plain and simple for people to see. Despite being untutored he is polite to everyone, and enjoys a dance now and then. He agreed to come with the rest of the weyr folk when the merger between Telgar and Southern was made, mostly for the chance to see new forests and plains and learn about all new animals and plants. He also agreed, though, to get away from Southern for a while. He lost his brown fire lizard to the plague, which was a serious blow to him: the little lizard had been his oldest friend, from his mother as a birthing day present. Despite his grief he's enjoying himself quite a lot, even if he feels a little awkward whenever the issues between the dragonriders are brought up. "Ehhhh... S'not my business," is his usual response to any queries on the matter, along with a shifty, withdrawn look. If anyone persists in asking his opinion, he'll tell them the truth. He thinks it's a shame that everyone's having such a hard time getting on with one another, especally since he knows a lot of people who'd probably enjoy one another's company. He applauds the weyrlings and candidates who he sees making an effort to get along and stop fights between their peers, as usual choosing to focus on the positive rather than the negative. Pet(s): One brown firelizard, Brox, now deceased. Green Fire Lizard, Nian, two years old. Three canines, two boys and one girl: Drixus (Drix for short), Arthos, and Svia. They are littermates and are 4 years old.
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