Post by Zane on Sept 19, 2011 1:21:28 GMT -5
Name: Xeries. {X'ries}
Pronunciation: Xehr-eez.
Age: 14 turns.
Season Born in: Spring.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual. (Homophobic.)
Appearance: {Tom Sturridge play-by.} Xeries’ hair was a lighter brown at a younger age, but now that he’s in his early teens, his hair is darkening. He’s permitted it to grow recently, it now just reaching his shoulders. He ties it up in a ponytail, always, leaving some strands at the side to hang down. His bangs are always cut above eye length, for he doesn’t want to look like a ruddy drudge’s son, though that’s pretty well what he is. His eyes are mostly green, a darker forest shade, though tints of blue can be caught in their depths. He has some color in his cheeks, giving him an appearance of good health. He has a rounded baby face with a small button nose. His teeth seem a bit big for his mouth at times, at least judging by his two front ones. Likely he'll grow into them. He has a visible overbite. His bottom lip is fuller than his upper, his lips being rosy in color. He’s very lean, with long, dexterous fingers that’d be put to good use playing an instrument. Most noticeable is his thin arms. He has little to no muscle, though he possesses some strength. He's short for his age, standing at 5 feet and weighing in at 90 lbs. Some might think him cute, but he hates to be thought of that way.
He wears clothes that his mother either swipes, or demands of from his father. She dresses him like a dignified Lord Holder’s son, or the son of a prominent dragonrider—which he is, though his father has otherwise rejected him. His fine garb consists of white button down shirts with fancy collars and puffed out sleeves. He has some finely woven tunics in various shades, though he prefers to wear lighter browns or grays. He really tends to wear whatever his mother tells him to. He’s developed a sense of fashion thanks to her constant prattling over the matter. He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, not so much the typical boy in that sense. His clothes are cleaned frequently, without stains, or wear and tear. His pants are always without wrinkles, and form-fitted so they’re not falling off of him or baggy-looking. His pants are usually black or brown. When ever he has the chance to get dirtied up without being reprimanded, he will!
Personality: It goes without say that Xeries has a huge ego. He really does think a lot of himself, finding nothing wrong with it when his mother has pampered him all these turns and given him the impression that he ought to be treated like a Lord. The boy is a troublemaker without always intending to be, liking to have fun, but not knowing when enough is enough. He is still young, with plenty of maturing to do, so his boyish tendencies can’t be faulted. As a youth he tends to have fits when he doesn’t get his way, giving the cold shoulder, or finding a way to rebel. He gets quite creative with his rebellious acts, especially if he can get away with them! He’s crafty, and a surprisingly good plotter. He prefers leadership roles where he can prove that taking charge is his thing. Rarely will he take orders from others his age, and when receiving orders from those not his mother he puts up a fuss about it before obeying. He needs to have points proven to him, time and time again, before he truly believes something. One can plan on his being a child that needs to find out things on his own even if that means his getting burned in the process. Peer pressure is usually not something he has a problem shrugging off, not unless an outright challenge is presented to him. He always looks for opportunities to prove himself worthy, even in the smallest of ways. To be better than others is his ultimate goal, though a sad goal at that.
Xeries is not afraid to lie, though he has been caught in one, and at times his lies leave him feeling guilty. He does have a conscience, really, he’s just confused about life and where he wants to be, and it all comes down to his not knowing how to get there. His mother has always urged him to hang on to the blessings he’s granted, and not to let them go for anyone or anything. Keeping that in mind he can tend to abandon even his closest friendships in favour of getting ahead. It bothers him, of course, but he feels that he truly has no choice! Even for one of fourteen turns, he is a renowned flirt. He is more subtle in his approaches, but his advances rarely go unnoticed. A fresh flower, a kind word, a gentle smile... Xeries really knows how to lay on the charm; one can only imagine what he’ll be like when he gets older! He is not afraid to speak his mind, and can even get rough when he’s not being taken seriously. A tussle with his fellow Candidate’s has occurred on a few occasions. Sometimes he feels that driving his point home when another is being callous or vein is mandatory. He also wonders how much he matters as a person if people aren’t taken what he has to say seriously. He’s thought of what it would be like to be Weyrleader, or even Lord Holder, commanding a large group of people. Yes, he seeks a measure of control, but he’s not powered by it.
After understanding Xeries thus far, he could be understood as nothing more than a misbehaved miscreant. Really, one would have to understand him far better than! Xeries has a kind heart, willing to do anything for his mother. To see her happy brings him great joy, even if she is a horrid woman. She is his mother first, and rarely does he forget that. Xeries exerts this same kindness with his friends. He makes friends rather easily due to his sociable persona and the friendly smile he brings to the table. He does not often speak an unkind word against another, and has been known to even help out perfect strangers when they’re in need. He is responsible, and a great listener. He hasn’t got the life advice down pact just yet, but he supposes that listening goes a long way for his lacking in knowing what to say. He’s very self-sacrificing where it’s warranted, going as far as to take the blame for something he hasn’t done to keep someone he cares about out of trouble. He will defend one of his friends to the bitter end, never leaving anyone to get pushed around or picked on. He has a good moral sense of uprightness and justice, and hopefully this moral sense will only continue to improve in time. Sadly, this moral sense and justice isn’t always applied to himself.
He thoroughly enjoys life, rarely seen sad or depressed. He is a very upbeat soul, and is usually the one to initiate conversations, or games amongst the other Candidate’s. He enjoys making wagers for marks; always trying to see what sort-of deal he can get dealt. He could even be rightly called con at times! He twists and turns situations so that people don’t know the truth from a lie, again—he has gotten himself into a habit of lying where it suits his best interests. What a naughty boy. If his mother knew half of what he was up to he’d be in real trouble, good thing he can keep a secret. Xeries enjoys his bits of gossip as much as the next person, but if gossip turns from embarrassing to hurtful he usually steers clear of it, pretending as if he never heard it. Xeries doesn’t aim to hurt others; he would never intentionally do so. He simply wants to live life to the full and be as happy as he can manage to be. Deep down Xeries worries about his mother and her floozy behaviour. It’s the thing that gets him most riled up. He doesn’t have all that bad a temper unless he’s being outright accused of something, or someone else is purposely trying to rattle his cage endlessly. But, one does not want to see his temper flare up when his mother is being talked about in an ill-manner. It is no secret that she is loose, even though he tries to pretend as if he’s the only one aware of her conduct.
Family (if any): Lower Caverns worker, Xerena {Mother}
Location: From Southern Weyr, came to Trelis Weyr.
Rank: Weyrling Amethystrider.
Wing/Pack: N/A.
History: Xeries mother had been Searched for a Southern Weyr clutch and lived a single turn as a Candidate. Already having been at Southern, working as a lower caverns worker, she returned to said work afterwards. When she did not impress, she grew heavily depressed, for she was nothing but a mere drudge. She bed a bronzerider for a seven day and then returned to her way of life, prior to having been Searched. She discovered she was pregnant not long after, with the bronzerider’s child, and less than a turn later she was mother to a little boy. Said little boy saw nothing of his father, spoiled and pampered by his mother, for she sought after the bronzerider to occasionally provide for his son. It was his ego that she spoiled the most. She declared the child a gift to Pern and constantly spoke of how he’d achieve great things. The woman was near delusional with how high a pedestal she put the boy on. She spoke of these things so often throughout his young turns that he grew to believe it. He holds himself in high esteem and thinks he’ll impress a bronze like the father he never got to know. His mother, being a loose woman, had his respect merely for the way she treated him and the life she attempted to give him. Deep down he knew she wasn’t a good person, but she’s still his mother, and he knew that nothing could change that.
The boy had many friends, if only because he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, and didn’t fall into peer pressure. Being the leader-type he led them, proving to be a good friend despite his puffed up head. He never took to a Craft, living his life up until the age of twelve turns playing about the Weyr. He loved to pull pranks, and try to gain favour in the eyes of the bronzerider’s and their great beasts. His mother refused to let him help her work, so when it came to having had things always done for him, well... he may be in trouble there. He picks up on things rather quickly though, and throughout his life that has proved true. When he was asked to perform tasks-by others around the Weyr-he always did a great job.
He was Searched at the age of twelve turns and spent a full turn as a Candidate without impressing. He was so embarrassed to be left standing on the sands that he was impossible to approach for a while, having frequent outbursts of anger. His mother assured him not to give up, for his bronze dragon was out there waiting for him. He believed her, and stuck with it, waiting for the next hatching to come about. Some of the other Candidate’s sneered at him, and mocked him, though most simply admired his spirit and positive uptake on life. He had a dream and he willed to fulfill it, to him it was as plain and simple as that. He wasn’t going to give up on the dream, the dream was his life, and the dream was all there was. The last thing Xeries wanted to be was his mother, he saw how others looked at her, and spoke of her. As embarrassed as he was to be her son he stuck up for her, defending her to the high hills. His mother was a touchy subject that if others brought up, they got a fair beating for. He permitted the truth about his only family to fade into the background. Though, he enjoyed telling tall tales about his father: The magnificent bronzerider who didn’t see him often because he was so sought after. Some accepted his reasoning, others whispered to each other concerning his lies.
When Xeries got ear of the fact that there was going to be another hatching, he grew all the more excited, taking every opportunity that he could to boost his ego all the more. He wanted to be prepared, and go into this hatching more assured than ever. To reassure himself he’d sneak a peek at the clutch on the sands, telling himself aloud that his dragon could likely sense his presence, and was waiting for him. In reality he knew how it worked, that a dragon was either meant for a person or not. Even if he spotted a bronze that interested him, that he wanted desperately, it didn’t mean that the dragonet would choose him because of that. No matter, he supposed he’d find a way! Determination was his fire.
The choice to escape his past was presented to him when he heard of a hatching at a Weyr called Trelis. It took him no time to give his reply, and consent to going, which at first surprised him. Then he realized that no matter how much he loved his mother, he resented what she'd come to stand for in his mind, and in the minds of others. He would never forget her, no, anything but, and yet he felt that moving on was the only way to become his own person. Away from her, away from those whom gossiped about his small family. It was at the Trelis hatching that his life truly began...
{Post written-up from said hatching.}
The Strong Arm egg shook rapidly. It was HER turn! Oh yes, she was most definitely a she. The egg cracked in long streaks against the shell. Wiggling, she finally rolled the egg into another egg, cracking the poor egg next to her, but just enough to get it started. The Strong Arm egg though split open finally, revealing a pretty little Amethyst. There were definitely many in this clutch it seemed. She stepped forward, tripping on her tail as it came in front of her.
What was this thing?!? This...thing, that decided it could defeat her! She snapped at the offending appendage, chasing it like a young canine until she finally stopped mid-chase. Oh...others, right. She snarled at her dark tail once more for good measure before letting it flop around behind her. Now, what next? Ooooh lovey! The amethyst ran over, quite uncoordinated, to the nearest male. Chittering happily, she flicked her wings and crooned.
He was lovely, oh yes he was. The male looked at her, snorting and turning back to the egg he was working on getting out of. Putting her feet on it, she attempted to help, but was stopped by the male that snarled at her. Huffing, the amethyst hatchling shook her head. She was too just as strong and good as he was! Nudging the egg, she proved it by snapping part of the shell off and letting him out. See! Sticking her tongue out at him, something quite undragon-like, she pranced away.
Hers, that's what she needed. Why....why did she need Hers? The Amethyst stopped for a moment. What was she forgetting.....she had just been hatched, she had...oh bother. What had she even just done? Snorting, the purple female shook her wings out. Oh, she was hungry. AH! That's why she needed her rider. Prancing past the male she had helped out, the amethyst crooned at him. What a pretty male, how could she have never spotted him before?
Then it was on to the candidates. Hmmm....she wanted a girl! Not this one, nope not this one...noooo. Stopping, she flicked her tail, whacking herself in the side. What?!? What was this thing that was bothering her so? Staring at the tail that had offended her twice now, she growled. She'd make this thing pay! Again she chased it around, stopping when a nearby hatchling commented on her antics. Hadn't she already done that?
Watching as the hatchling went to impress, the amethyst crooned to herself. Had she already gotten angry at her tail? Snorting, she shook her head. Of course she hadn't, that sibling of hers was just being ridiculous! Trotting over to the candidates again, she looked at them. What did she want? Surely not a girl! Nope, she wanted a boy. Heading over, the amethyst got distracted again. This time it was by a flit flying over head. It was so nice and shiny...but wait! She was hungry....rider! She needed a rider....but...male, female? She didn't know anymore!
MINE! COME GET YOUR HINEATH NOW!!!....whoever you are.
Of course, only Hers actually felt her pull.
{End post.}
And since having impressed Hineath? Well... He has a handful of a dragonet to focus all of his time on! A weyrling at Trelis, he is worried about his fellow weyrling's questioning his sexuality due to his having impressed a female fighter. Poor boy, he never seems to be able to escape his fear...
Craft: Weyrbrat to Candidate.
Ranking: N/A.
Strengths: N/A.
Weaknesses: N/A.
Dragon
Name: Hineath.
Pronunciation: Hin-e-ath.
Age: Newborn.
Type: Dragon.
Rank: Amethyst.
Size: 20 feet full-grown.
Color Codes:
Body- 8359ad
Underside- 6e3c9e
Wings/Tail- 450783
Stripes- b581eb
Appearance: Hineath is many shades of purple, making her look, overall, like a purple. She is indeed an amethyst, although, simply one of the many broad color ranges that the more newly-discovered dragon color comes in. The majority of her body is a softer, more soothing purple. Light, a near white-purple, stripes, line the back of her head and neck. Her wings, from the joint straight to her sails, and tips, are a deeper shade. It could almost be described as romantic, in some senses. Her tail, from the base, is the same deep shade. These lighter white-purple lines, roam all the way down to her tails end. Her claws are jet black, and point sharp. Her colors mesh very well together, making her pretty, if anything.
She’ll be of an average size, 20 feet. Her body weight is evenly distributed and she’s rather visually fit. She is indeed feminine in the muscle department, not overly muscular, or even noticeably muscular. She is daintier in appearance, if a dragon can be deemed as dainty. Her walk would have most coming to the conclusion that she’s a show-off, for she has a sway, and her head is usually held rather high. She likes to perform aerial manoeuvres to gain the attention she so seeks. She’s quite proud of her physical form, and physical abilities in the air. She’s speedy, with lesser stamina than her larger kin. She is, most definitely, a klutz. She is tripping over herself more often than not due to her own ridiculous behaviour. Chasing after her tail, turning to look at something she spots, or simply walking into things because her mind has wandered elsewhere. She’s not as careful as she should be when putting a foot forward.
Personality: The amethyst is overly forgetful. She’d forget her own tail if it wasn’t attached, and always being chased. Not that she remembers chasing her tail. It’s something she’s done quite often since bursting from her shell. She has quite the temper, quick to become angry, and just as quick to forget why she was angry at all. Yes, intelligence is not the amethyst’s strong suit. Her antics are highly entertaining, though Her’s is far quicker to become embarrassed than he is to be laughing. He doesn’t want others to think either one of them foolish. Hineath is most definitely foolish, however. She says things that don’t always add up, or make sense, and has a habit of accusing others of falsities based on the fact she isn’t sure whom to blame. Often she’s the one to blame, and yet she’d never blame herself for anything. When a serious situation has arose, or come about, she becomes quite disheartened after realizing she is the cause of it all. When she’s sad, she softens, and as sad as it is X’ries almost prefers her this way. She’s far more manageable, though having a pouting dragon dragging itself along behind you isn’t ideal. Her rider wishes that they could be on the same wavelength, but there are many things that Hineath simply can’t come to comprehend no matter how hard the amethyst tries.
Hineath has a heart of gold. She’d do anything for her rider, even when she doesn’t understand what’s being asked of her. She’s very dependent on him for just about everything. She can’t help it, she’s simply not self-sufficient. She needs to be reminded again, and again, and again. Her self-motivation is severely lacking, and she gives up far too easily. Without X’ries praise and encouragement the poor amethyst would really be a lost soul. Through the good times, and the bad, X’ries is there for his dragon. Together they are far stronger and that is a fact that neither has ever forgotten.
Mind-voice (If applicable):
I'm not angry! When do I ever get angry? What are you doing!? Don't do that! I... What happened?
Hineath's voice is very feminine. It often goes to such a high volume when she gets overexcited that she squeaks, her voice cracking from the exertion. Then she gets embarrassed and mutters incessantly, acting all the more proddy. She often sounds rather bubbly when she speaks, as if she's just heard the best of news. With her terrible memory her mood swings affect her voice levels, so her sounding bubbly can quickly change to her sounding like a whiny child.
Pet: N/A.
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