Post by Zero on May 19, 2011 20:30:26 GMT -5
Name Ryaxth (Nickname Ry)
Pronunciation Ry-ath
Name upon Impression R’xth
Age 18 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Lilith -- Mother -- Healer
Markom -- Brother -- \Deceased/
Appearance Tall and leanly built, as he’s still in the transition from boy to man. At the moment he stands at a decent 5’11 in height and will most likely hit 6’3 before he’s done growing. Lean and not too muscular as of yet but the Craft he’s dabbling in is steadily firming and toning him up. His skin has developed a nice, healthy tan over the course of his working years. A thick crop of jet black hair covers his head, looking like he’s simply rolled straight out of bed without taking the time to straighten his appearance. A curse really because no matter how hard he tries to look presentable the bedhead look stays constant. If you manage to look past the unruly hair you’ll meet the boys gaze. A mixed look of steel grey and light green, a birth defect if you want to get technical. The left is grey while the right is green. A four inch scar stretches down the length of his left arm, elbow to wrist, from where an injured, green fire lizard lashed out at his attempt to examine her.
His clothing isn’t crafted from the finest cloth and threads around, due to his parentage not being the type to leave him with any sort of inheritance. Darker colors is what he mainly prefers, typically to match his attitude half the time but mostly because lighter colors, white especially, attract too much attention and show dirt extremely easily. He’s usually seen sporting a pair of black, worn out pants with either a dark blue or grey shirt. His only looked after piece of clothing are his thick, leather boots. Nothing would tick him off more then finding a nuisance fire lizard had taken one for a chew toy as he slept.
Personality The stubbornness outweighs the rational portion of his brain most of the time. Taking it upon himself to put himself between the weak, beat down, and the power hungry and mad. Although like everyone else, he can be fouled because no one is perfect. Headstrong would be a good word to describe him, possibly slightly arrogant as well. He’s not the type to simply roll over and take demands. He’ll fight till he’s red in the face, flat on the floor with his life slowly draining out of him.
He hasn’t got a set view on dragons just yet. Due to his childhood upbringing he doesn’t know weather they should be idolized as everyone seems to do or scorned. He has met a handful of the winged beasts though and if memory serves him right, the greens tried to claim a limb, the browns ignored him completely, and the one bronze he met would not stop staring at him…like he was thoroughly searching the boys very soul. For what though, he couldn’t fathom a guess.
You either love Ryaxth or despise him completely. There is no in-between. This is partly due to his arrogant and slightly rude/sarcastic comments he tends to come up with. Maybe he’ll grow out of it, maybe he’ll become stronger from it. Nothing is written in stone yet.
History Well, I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. He came into this world just like any other. Born to a woman that most would end up fondly calling their mother. Not Ry. For you see this boy was born into the dwellings of a whore, to put it bluntly. He was raised a bastard child, never knowing his father nor if his youngest sibling was even his full brother like his birth mother claimed. For this lack of parenting, he was constantly looked down upon by the other men and boys of his home, Benden Hold. This is the reason he became such a loner, preferring to keep to his own solitary company then deal with the looks and whispers of others who didn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault that he never knew his father. One can’t choose their lineage.
At the age of 6, Ry got his first taste of heartache and total loss. It came in the form of a sunny and crisp afternoon in fall. Ryaxth and his youngest sibling had been out in the fields picking berries and trying to catch a glimpse of the Benden Riders and their dragon companions out training. Before the two youngsters realized what was happening, the sun had begun to set and the Riders and their Partners had startled a large feline hunting a sick runner beast. The runner beast took off and trampled the berry bush that the boys had been lying beside, managing to separate Ry from his brother as the two rolled separate ways to avoid the deadly hooves.
What came next is an image that stuck firmly in Ry’s mind for the rest of his life… The agitated and confused feline bounded across the valley. Eyes wild and foaming from the mouth, its claws ripping up the earth as it bounded across the earth. In a flash the confused predator leapt and tackled the younger child to the ground and in a blur of dust and crimson the vile creature had torn the life from the child and would have turned on Ry if a bronze and his Rider hadn’t interfered.
It was too late though, the mangled and bloodied image of his brothers body had been burned into his minds eye. From that day Ry became more secluded and sarcastic, hiding behind his attitude lest he lose someone else who got too close to him.
When he neared 10 turns, there was a grand harvest festival. What remained of his childish curiosity got the better of him so he chose to follow a few of the weyr children away from the tables of food and music towards the darkened corners of the hatching grounds. A mistake, what could have been a deadly one for sure, but boys will be boys. Little did they know that a very agitated Queen was curled around her precious clutch in the far corner, eyeing the group and preparing to strike. One of the older boys had rushed ahead, no one noticing the Queen, to a lone egg sitting off by itself. The lad raised his hand and touched the hardened surface of the maturing egg. Instantly the Queen bugled loudly in alarm and the grounds filled with the growls and flapping wings of a storm of agitated dragons answering their Queens distress call.
Ry was violently shoved to the sandy ground in the older boys haste to get away and in the end was found himself face to face with a handful of not so pleasant looking Dragons. His body froze in fear as Ry looked from one set of deadly jaws to the next. The smaller greens snapped and hissed at him, a large brown and blue did their best to ignore the boy and instead kicked up a cloud of sand in a flurry of frustration before moving towards the gold queen. The single bronze that wasn’t caught up in the distress of the queen, must have communicated a silent order to the others, because before he knew it each of the different hued creatures slowly began to vanish from the hot sands. Yet Ryaxth still could not move. The single, remaining bronze had fixed him with a penetrating stare. Not hostile or friendly, but questioning and searching almost. The boy didn’t stay long enough to see what the bronzes intentions were. He couldn’t leave fast enough, scrambling from the hatching grounds and vanishing into the night, never daring to return to the hot sands again.
At the age of 14, he befriended a traveling Harper who agreed to travel with and lead him to Solace Hold, under the care of Trelis Weyr. From there the two parted ways, the young Harper continuing on to Apolla, leaving the troubled adolescent behind. A few years later during his work on the docks he came across a wounded green fire lizard tangled in one of the fishing nets. In a single kindhearted moment, Ry attempted to lift the net and free the trapped creature. The terrified female mistook his helping hand for that of aggressor and lashed out at whatever piece of exposed flesh she could reach. In the end he was left with a nasty looking scar stretching from elbow to wrist on his left arm. Ever since he has been finding odd jobs to help him get by till this sorted life of his gets on track.
Location Born into Benden Hold. Moved to Solace Hold. Now resides at Trelis Weyr.
Rank Weyrling
Wing Weyrling's Wing
Mideth:
Age Newly Hatched
Size 28 feet at full growth
Egg Midnight Bliss Egg
Name Meaning Mide=Medicine Drum *origin* Native American
Personality Proud, Benevolent, Gentle, Protective, Fatalistic
Color
Body 000033
Markings 003EFF
Pronunciation Ry-ath
Name upon Impression R’xth
Age 18 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Lilith -- Mother -- Healer
Markom -- Brother -- \Deceased/
Appearance Tall and leanly built, as he’s still in the transition from boy to man. At the moment he stands at a decent 5’11 in height and will most likely hit 6’3 before he’s done growing. Lean and not too muscular as of yet but the Craft he’s dabbling in is steadily firming and toning him up. His skin has developed a nice, healthy tan over the course of his working years. A thick crop of jet black hair covers his head, looking like he’s simply rolled straight out of bed without taking the time to straighten his appearance. A curse really because no matter how hard he tries to look presentable the bedhead look stays constant. If you manage to look past the unruly hair you’ll meet the boys gaze. A mixed look of steel grey and light green, a birth defect if you want to get technical. The left is grey while the right is green. A four inch scar stretches down the length of his left arm, elbow to wrist, from where an injured, green fire lizard lashed out at his attempt to examine her.
His clothing isn’t crafted from the finest cloth and threads around, due to his parentage not being the type to leave him with any sort of inheritance. Darker colors is what he mainly prefers, typically to match his attitude half the time but mostly because lighter colors, white especially, attract too much attention and show dirt extremely easily. He’s usually seen sporting a pair of black, worn out pants with either a dark blue or grey shirt. His only looked after piece of clothing are his thick, leather boots. Nothing would tick him off more then finding a nuisance fire lizard had taken one for a chew toy as he slept.
Personality The stubbornness outweighs the rational portion of his brain most of the time. Taking it upon himself to put himself between the weak, beat down, and the power hungry and mad. Although like everyone else, he can be fouled because no one is perfect. Headstrong would be a good word to describe him, possibly slightly arrogant as well. He’s not the type to simply roll over and take demands. He’ll fight till he’s red in the face, flat on the floor with his life slowly draining out of him.
He hasn’t got a set view on dragons just yet. Due to his childhood upbringing he doesn’t know weather they should be idolized as everyone seems to do or scorned. He has met a handful of the winged beasts though and if memory serves him right, the greens tried to claim a limb, the browns ignored him completely, and the one bronze he met would not stop staring at him…like he was thoroughly searching the boys very soul. For what though, he couldn’t fathom a guess.
You either love Ryaxth or despise him completely. There is no in-between. This is partly due to his arrogant and slightly rude/sarcastic comments he tends to come up with. Maybe he’ll grow out of it, maybe he’ll become stronger from it. Nothing is written in stone yet.
History Well, I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. He came into this world just like any other. Born to a woman that most would end up fondly calling their mother. Not Ry. For you see this boy was born into the dwellings of a whore, to put it bluntly. He was raised a bastard child, never knowing his father nor if his youngest sibling was even his full brother like his birth mother claimed. For this lack of parenting, he was constantly looked down upon by the other men and boys of his home, Benden Hold. This is the reason he became such a loner, preferring to keep to his own solitary company then deal with the looks and whispers of others who didn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault that he never knew his father. One can’t choose their lineage.
At the age of 6, Ry got his first taste of heartache and total loss. It came in the form of a sunny and crisp afternoon in fall. Ryaxth and his youngest sibling had been out in the fields picking berries and trying to catch a glimpse of the Benden Riders and their dragon companions out training. Before the two youngsters realized what was happening, the sun had begun to set and the Riders and their Partners had startled a large feline hunting a sick runner beast. The runner beast took off and trampled the berry bush that the boys had been lying beside, managing to separate Ry from his brother as the two rolled separate ways to avoid the deadly hooves.
What came next is an image that stuck firmly in Ry’s mind for the rest of his life… The agitated and confused feline bounded across the valley. Eyes wild and foaming from the mouth, its claws ripping up the earth as it bounded across the earth. In a flash the confused predator leapt and tackled the younger child to the ground and in a blur of dust and crimson the vile creature had torn the life from the child and would have turned on Ry if a bronze and his Rider hadn’t interfered.
It was too late though, the mangled and bloodied image of his brothers body had been burned into his minds eye. From that day Ry became more secluded and sarcastic, hiding behind his attitude lest he lose someone else who got too close to him.
When he neared 10 turns, there was a grand harvest festival. What remained of his childish curiosity got the better of him so he chose to follow a few of the weyr children away from the tables of food and music towards the darkened corners of the hatching grounds. A mistake, what could have been a deadly one for sure, but boys will be boys. Little did they know that a very agitated Queen was curled around her precious clutch in the far corner, eyeing the group and preparing to strike. One of the older boys had rushed ahead, no one noticing the Queen, to a lone egg sitting off by itself. The lad raised his hand and touched the hardened surface of the maturing egg. Instantly the Queen bugled loudly in alarm and the grounds filled with the growls and flapping wings of a storm of agitated dragons answering their Queens distress call.
Ry was violently shoved to the sandy ground in the older boys haste to get away and in the end was found himself face to face with a handful of not so pleasant looking Dragons. His body froze in fear as Ry looked from one set of deadly jaws to the next. The smaller greens snapped and hissed at him, a large brown and blue did their best to ignore the boy and instead kicked up a cloud of sand in a flurry of frustration before moving towards the gold queen. The single bronze that wasn’t caught up in the distress of the queen, must have communicated a silent order to the others, because before he knew it each of the different hued creatures slowly began to vanish from the hot sands. Yet Ryaxth still could not move. The single, remaining bronze had fixed him with a penetrating stare. Not hostile or friendly, but questioning and searching almost. The boy didn’t stay long enough to see what the bronzes intentions were. He couldn’t leave fast enough, scrambling from the hatching grounds and vanishing into the night, never daring to return to the hot sands again.
At the age of 14, he befriended a traveling Harper who agreed to travel with and lead him to Solace Hold, under the care of Trelis Weyr. From there the two parted ways, the young Harper continuing on to Apolla, leaving the troubled adolescent behind. A few years later during his work on the docks he came across a wounded green fire lizard tangled in one of the fishing nets. In a single kindhearted moment, Ry attempted to lift the net and free the trapped creature. The terrified female mistook his helping hand for that of aggressor and lashed out at whatever piece of exposed flesh she could reach. In the end he was left with a nasty looking scar stretching from elbow to wrist on his left arm. Ever since he has been finding odd jobs to help him get by till this sorted life of his gets on track.
Location Born into Benden Hold. Moved to Solace Hold. Now resides at Trelis Weyr.
Rank Weyrling
Wing Weyrling's Wing
Mideth:
Age Newly Hatched
Size 28 feet at full growth
Egg Midnight Bliss Egg
Name Meaning Mide=Medicine Drum *origin* Native American
Personality Proud, Benevolent, Gentle, Protective, Fatalistic
Color
Body 000033
Markings 003EFF
