Post by derek on Nov 25, 2011 20:07:08 GMT -5
Name R'cat
(Formerly Rhycat)
Pronunciation
RUH-CAT
Age
Forty-Two Turns
Season Born in
Autumn
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Pansexual
Appearance
R'cat, being an older man, is lined with age. His face, though strong and proud, has a multitude of laugh lines, and his eyes are crinkled with crow's feet. Though older, he has not yet gone to seed. While the man does have a bit of a paunch to his belly from his alcoholic consumption, he is still in fine shape for a man his age, able to lift and run moderately well.
Long hair flows from his head and brushes his muscular shoulders. His hair, though starting to go a bit gray, is still thick and long. He usually wears his hair down, though has been known to tie it back. Like his hair, his thick beard is still mainly red-brown, with a few streaks of gray in it.
R'cat's bright blue eyes always seem to be unfocused, given the amount of alcohol he takes in. However, his eyes are over set by bushy eyebrows, and he managed to push it off as just being, "Chill, man. I'm just being chill." Unfortunately for him, his alcoholism is very obvious and most everyone knows of his abuse of the substance.
Standing at a moderate height of five feet, ten inches, R'cat would cut an intimidating figure if he wasn't so kind looking. His size, while rather average, would peg him as a bully, but the rider always has a kind look on his face, making him incredibly approachable to others.
Personality
While Green dragons are seen as the "flirts" (and sometimes "whores") of the Weyrs, nothing compares to one Green's rider: R'cat. Even when his dragon isn't experiencing a Flight, the man is sleeping with someone. He has no preference of who, he just likes to sleep around. Man, woman, young, old... it doesn't matter to him. Everyone, he thinks, has an inner beauty that remains to be seen, so why exclude? Each person is an interesting being just waiting for him to meet and figure out... in bed.
Along with sex, alcohol is R'cat's greatest weakness. At most any given time, the man will have a skin of Benden white on him, and if not, he will have some other sort of alcohol. Mostly, the man walks around in a constantly drunk state, as he thinks the wine is a necessity for him to live. For him, being sober is an awkward occurance. His mind doesn't work as sharply (or so he thinks) and social situations are generally less interesting.
The man, however, enjoys the small things in life. Flying with his dragon is one of his greatest pleasures, and he spends a lot of solitary time with the Green, simply soaring over places he's never seen before, or, if chained to the Weyr, he will fly circles around it, happy to just be with his dragon. Sunning and swimming with the Green are also activities he enjoys, and he constantly composes music about her, his aged, alcohol-ridden mind still apt to tuning his own songs.
In the Weyr, R'cat will still play, for his body spent far too long as a Harper for him to give up the craft. In the evenings, whether he has an audience or not, the man enjoys playing either the gitar or pipes, usually sitting out in the Weyrbowl, his back leaned up against his dragon, or in a dimly lit corner of the Dining Hall.
R'cat loves children. Children, to him, give him an excuse to be silly and have fun. (Not that he really needs an excuse.) Playing with the weyrbrats is something that the man truly and honestly enjoys. Children are innocent and sweet, something that, despite his sexual appetite and alcoholism, R'cat has somehow managed to hold on to. Like a child, R'cat sees good in everyone, and enjoys the simplicity of life. Telling stories to the children by the fire in the evening is something he will do often, enjoying their wide-eyed wonder as they listen as if their tiny lives depended on it.
Family (if any)
Sister - Naifa, Journeyman Weaver (High Reaches Hold)
Sister - Dyanna, Journeyman herder (Eastern Hold)
Nephew - Lorryn, Dragon Candidate (High Reaches Weyr)
Niece - Naima, Dragon Candidate (Eastern Weyr)
Location
From Fort Hold, then Harper Hall, now Trelis Weyr.
Rank
Fosterling, then Apprentice/ Journeyman, now Wingrider.
Wing/Pack
Not assigned yet.
History
Rhycat was born to a moderate family in Fort Hold. The youngest of three children, and the only son, Rhycat grew up as a fosterling, just as his two sisters. While Naifa, the eldest, became an apprentice Weaves and Dyanna, the middle child, went East to become an Apprentice Herder, Rhycat was sent to Fort Hold to be an Apprentice Harper, for of the three he was the most suited to memorization and music.
At eleven, he was sent to Harper Hall, where he spent the next seven turns learning the trade of the Harper. While Rhycat had an aptitude for tuning and playing, he was poor at copying ballads from hides, and spent the majority of time copying them, given that he was a troublemaker. Wild at heart, Rhycat was always pulling pranks and getting himself into trouble he couldn't get out of.
When he was eighteen, the young man became a Journeyman Harper, and was sent to Fort Weyr, though they already had a main Harper. To Rhycat this was just fine. He, as a Harper, had encountered dragons many times and enjoyed them immensely. Though he knew he was being sent to Fort Weyr so that the Harper Hall could keep an eye on him, he didn't mind-- being an assistant Harper was far better than being the only Harper on the scene, as it meant he wouldn't have to shoulder the responsibility of his place in life.
Almost as soon as he set foot into Fort Weyr, however, a great brown dragon set his eye onto the Journeyman Harper, and would change his life forever. Reporting to his rider about the Harper, Rhycat was searched, and stood before a Queen's Clutch barely a seven-day later.
He can distinctly remember the fear of standing on the Hatching Grounds, watching as Impressions were made left and right. He had always dreamed of being Searched as a boy, but had given it up when he became an Apprentice Harper, as Harpers were "too important" to be Searched. Apparently he was wrong.
As he stood on the Sands, heart thudding wildly, Rhycat watched as hatchling after hatchling became life-pairs with one of the Candidates standing around. Oh, how marvelous it looked! Already his fingers were tapping out a beat, his head composing melody and chords for a tune about Hatchings. The Harper, however, was never able to record his song, as just as he had begun to hum lightly to himself, a bright little Green stumbled into him. R'catMine, your tune is pretty, but your Syrryth is hungry and must be fed! Forget your song for now, Mine, and feed your Syrryth!
The Green was just as bubbly and happy as R'cat was, and the two grew and expanded quickly together. Syrryth was the cause of many tunes written by the Harper's deft mind, but they were never sent to Harper Hall, rather being kept in a desk drawer where no one would find them.
As the pair grew bigger, R'cat and Syrryth caused more and more trouble. They enjoyed the simple things in life far more than duty, and were the cause of flying accidents on more than one occasion. Once, in their Weyrling turns, the two managed to cause a six-dragon pile-up, resulting in multiple scratches of dragons and broken bones for human riders. Needless to say, their punishment was no small feat.
As riders, the two mellowed significantly, until R'cat found his sisters to be pregnant. Happiness burst forth like flames from the pair, who loved children, though never wanted to have any themselves. Going between to visit his niece and nephew was common in the first few turns of their life, until Fort Weyr decided R'cat was spending too much time away and leashed him, much to the man's displeasure. He was a free soul, too wild to be tied down. In his misery, wine became his only pleasure left in life besides his dragon.
Turns passed, and as they did, R'cat became a severe alcoholic, and a bit of a whore. Even when Syrryth did not rise, the rider was sleeping with someone-- anyone --to ease his troubled mind. And so life went on, with him riding sweeps, drinking, and sleeping around, until just recently, when Fort's Weyrleader decided that, as an alcoholic, R'cat would do better at Trelis Weyr, though that was but an excuse. What this really meant, however, as R'cat well knew, was that they were tired of dealing with him, and, as he was older, didn't want him during Threadfall, which was rapidly approaching.
Angry at the Weyr thinking him inept, he left without a word, taking Syrryth and himself between to what would be their new home.
Craft
Harper
Ranking
Journeyman
Strengths
Good a tuning and playing guitar, able to hold an audience, enjoys his craft.
Weaknesses
In his age, it's getting harder for his fingers to play guitar as well as before.
Dragon/Wher
Name
Syrryth
Pronunciation
SEAR-RITH
Age
30 Turns
Type
Dragon
Rank
Female Fighter
Size
Twenty-Three Feet
Color Codes
49E20E
Appearance
A vibrant, more chartreuse shade of green, Syrryth is slender and lithe, more willowy than bulky. Her wings are large and fragile looking, and her tail is longer that average. Dainty, she carries herself delicately, like a true lady. Syrryth can usually be found sunning or swimming, as both activities are easy on her "delicate body," though the Green has shown herself to be extremely fierce in certain situations, such as flights, or protecting Hers. After thirty turns, Syrryth has acquired a nice set of scars, predominately on her belly, from flights and awkward landings as a younger dragon. Though mainly a solid chartreuse color, she does have a lighter colored stripe down her back, as well as lighter colored wings.
Personality
Syrryth is bubbly, for lack of a better word. She is a social butterfly, and will talk to just about every dragon she meets, and nearly every human, through R'cat. Though she is friendly and happy, she still holds to the taboo of not entering anyone's thought save her rider's.
Like her rider, the Green is a flirt. She flies often, and hardly ever lets the same dragon fly her twice. Even when not ready to rise, Syrryth is a flirt, playing with any male dragon she can get her talons on. She's a tease, in short.
Playful, Syrryth is always in the mood to do something fun. She loves swimming and flying and generally having fun both with and without her rider. In short, she a flirty, independent, bubbly, typical Green.
Mind-voice (If applicable)
MINE, MINE, R'CATLOVEMINE LET'S GO FLYYYYYYIIINNNGGGGG!!!!![/center]
