Post by Akira on Jun 1, 2011 13:55:13 GMT -5
Name:
A'thur
Pronunciation:
Are - Thur
Age:
25 Turns
Season Born In:
Summer
Gender:
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Appearance:
A'thur has black hair that he always keeps cut short. His black hair sometimes looks blue, depending on the way the light hits it. He makes sure to keep his hair from growing any longer than the top of his ears. He has rich, tan skin that seems to be stretched over very strong muscles. A'thur is 6'7" tall and weights 200lbs. Most of his weight comes from his muscles. A'thur has dark brown eyes that seem to shine even though they are so dark. His dark eyes are like portals to his soul, and are always full of emotion.
A'thur likes to wear his riding pants no matter what he's doing, or where he's going, this way he will be ready for anything and everything. At least, that's what he believes. He also wears his riding boots all the time, along with his riding jacket. Yet this man has enough manners to wear a nice dress suit for special occasions. He even has a pair of nice, black, leather boots to go with his nice dress suit. He walks with great pride, and his back is always kept straight no matter if he's sitting or standing.
Personality:
A'thur has a very strong personality in the fact that he is EXTREMELY loyal, and would/could never leave anybody behind during times of peril. He is a very hard working man, and will never leave a job undone unless someone important was dying. Even then he wouldn't be a very happy man. He is almost never happy unless he is either working with his dragon, or working on some sort of project that he considers interesting.
A'thur isn't a very emotional and has a hard time opening up to people, especially strangers. He doesn't like to talk about his emotions, or really much of anything. He is the "less talk, more action" kind of guy. That being said he isn't really a fighter either. He won't back down from a confrontation, but he would rather avoid the situation altogether. He has actually calmed down a lot since his teenage years, and is now better at holding his tongue than he had been when he was sixteen.
Since the man doesn't talk much, a lot of people consider him to be a great listener, and will often come to him for advice. The one thing he will give to people freely. A'thur is a very trustworthy person, once you get to know him that is. Once a person breaks that hard outer shell he is a very gentle, and caring man. His caring side comes out more freely when he is dealing with young weyrlings, or even candidates for that matter. As long as they don't become too pushy or start begging him for things.
Family:
Morris - Father - Lord Holder - Deceased
Malie - Mother - Drudge - Deceased
Location:
Nabol Hold - Trelis Weyr
Rank:
Brown Rider/Wing Second
Wing:
Wave Runners
History:
Arthur grew up in Nabol hold as the son of a drudge, and didn't know who his father was. His mother would often leave most of the house-hold chores while she went off to work. Even as a very young child Arthur was a very hard working, and would never leave a chore half done. He would always make sure that things were where they were supposed to go, and everything was neat and organized for when his mother would come home after work.
When Arthur was ten he started going out and working around the hold. Doing odd jobs around the Hold to help his mother make ends meet. They never did have a lot, but Arthur and his mother were proud of what they did have because they got it through hard work and patience. His mother would always tell him that things received for free weren't worth anything. Yet anything gotten through hard work was worth the world. After hearing that for three years Arthur really start believing it, and that's when he stopped taking things for free.
Arthur and his mother lived happily together until he was eighteen turns old. The Lord of Nabol Hold called him to his chambers. Arthur was scared that he had done something wrong that would cause the man to be mad at him. His mother on the other hand seem as calm as ever. Arthur slowly made his way to the man's chamber, knocking respectfully before opening the door and entering. Arthur stood by the door in shock as the man and his wife told him that he was next in line to be the Lord of Nabol Hold. This scared Arthur more than if the man had had him banished from the Hold.
After a couple days of doing absolutely nothing, but sit in his room in his mother's house, he finally went out, and started to learn how to run the Hold. Yet after only a week the Lady Holder had a son, which meant that Arthur was no longer next in line. Needless to say this news pissed the sixteen turn old teenager. He stormed into Morris' chambers ranting about he should never have told Arthur about who he really was if he knew that his wife was pregnant with a possible son, a true heir to Nabol Hold. After arguing with the sick old man for what seemed like endless hours, Arthur stormed from the room, and ran to his mother's house.
After packing everything that belonged to him, Arthur found a way to pay for a boat ride to Trelis. He was going to take a break from holder life, and give himself a chance to get used to the idea that his younger half-brother would be taking over a Hold that, at that moment, Arthur never wanted to see again. Yet he knew he would go back, and try to go back to the way his life had been before he had been told he was the Lord's son. After a long boat ride, the man finally made his way to Trelis.
He made his way to Apolla hold, deciding that he was only going to stay here as a guest for only a month. He was about to leave to go back to Nabol Hold, when a Searchrider came to Apolla hold looking for possible candidates. He decided to go watch who got picked, and would some day be riding the great beasts of the skies. When the searchrider made his way over to Arthur his breath was coming in short bursts. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous, but when the blue rider told him that he had been searched, he almost passed out.
As Arthur waited to be carried off to Trelis Weyr, he thought about what his life would be like if he was a dragon rider. He eventually decided that it would be better than going to back to Nabol, and back to a life as the son of a drudge. He didn't mind that his mother was a drudge, it was the fact that he had never been told that he was a possible heir to the Hold that irked him. He spent the next few weeks training as a candidate. When the clutch was finally ready to hatch, the young holder was nineteen.
The first egg to hatch was, as everyone expected, a bronze. Arthur watched the large hatchling with baited breath as it slowly made it's way to the line of candidates. Yet this hatchling wasn't for him. Instead the bronze impressed to the male candidate standing next to him. Arthur sighed heavily as he watched the bronze hatchling and it's newly impress boy leave the sands. He was so absorbed with the leaving pair that he missed the hatching of a very large brown. When the other candidates around him started to whisper among themselves about who would get the large hatchling, he turned his attention back to the hatchlings.
Arthur gasped, and held his breath as he watched the large hatchling get control of his legs, and make his way to the candidates. He stared dumbly as it sat down in front of him, and stared at him with rainbow eyes. Arthur Mine, your Merlinth is hungry, and needs to be cleaned. As soon as he heard the brown's strong voice in his head he released the breath he had been holding, and fell to his knees. I can't believe it. Of course you can believe it Mine, please feed your Merlinth. He could tell the poor thing was hungry which made his own thoughts disappear, and made him start thinking of feeding his new weyrling.
After feeding and oiling the brown weyrling, he decided that he would never have to go back, and deal with that man that claimed to be his father. But that meant that he would have to give up any claim he had on Nabol Hold. That didn't matter to him anymore, instead he had found something useful to do with his life. He was going to be a brown rider. That knowledge made the young man ecstatic, and all thoughts about his past were now forgotten, and thoughts about his new life invaded his mind. A'thur has now been living in Trelis Weyr for six turns, and has no regrets about never going back.
Dragon
Name:
Merlinth
Pronunciation
Mer - Lin - th
Age:
6 Turns
Type:
Dragon
Rank
Brown
Size:
35ft.
Color Codes:
Body: A0522D
Wings: DEB887
Underside: 8B4513
Appearance:
Merlinth is very large for a brown dragon, being close to the size of a small bronze. He is a light brown with a darker brown underside, and very light translucent wings. Even though he is very large, he doesn't really have any problems staying in the sky for long periods of time. His large muscles help give him the stamina he needs, even though he isn't very agile as some of the smaller ranks. For some reason the thing that makes this large brown stand out more than his height is the fact that his front legs are exactly the same size as his rear legs. This gives him a smoother gait than most dragon's on the ground, but it does help people pick him out of a crowd.
Personality:
Merlinth is a very calm, and gentle dragon. He is a hard worker, just like his rider. He is very loyal, much like a dog in that fact really. He would never betray His, or any that he deems are worthy of his loyalty and trust. He his more open than his rider in the fact that he doesn't mind talking to other dragons and their riders. He is a pretty laid back dragon, but he isn't so much so that he could be called lazy. He likes to be outside working around the Weyr or teaching the candidates and werylings about what it is like to be a dragon.
He isn't self-conscious as many would think because of the length of his front legs. Instead he is very proud of they grace they allow him to walk on the ground with. It makes him feel better whenever he has to walk around the Weyr, doing any work that is assigned to him. He is a "gentle giant" so to speak. He is often found calming His down whenever he gets upset, or even helping his rider when he starts to remember his past. Merlinth doesn't really understand why the man is so upset about his past, but he doesn't pry either.
Mind-Voice:
Merlinth is I, A'thur is Mine.
Merlinth's voice is kinda like a smooth flowing river. It is gentle on one's mind, and it feels as though it is gently cerressing one's mind like that of someone's protective older brother.
A'thur
Pronunciation:
Are - Thur
Age:
25 Turns
Season Born In:
Summer
Gender:
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Appearance:
A'thur has black hair that he always keeps cut short. His black hair sometimes looks blue, depending on the way the light hits it. He makes sure to keep his hair from growing any longer than the top of his ears. He has rich, tan skin that seems to be stretched over very strong muscles. A'thur is 6'7" tall and weights 200lbs. Most of his weight comes from his muscles. A'thur has dark brown eyes that seem to shine even though they are so dark. His dark eyes are like portals to his soul, and are always full of emotion.
A'thur likes to wear his riding pants no matter what he's doing, or where he's going, this way he will be ready for anything and everything. At least, that's what he believes. He also wears his riding boots all the time, along with his riding jacket. Yet this man has enough manners to wear a nice dress suit for special occasions. He even has a pair of nice, black, leather boots to go with his nice dress suit. He walks with great pride, and his back is always kept straight no matter if he's sitting or standing.
Personality:
A'thur has a very strong personality in the fact that he is EXTREMELY loyal, and would/could never leave anybody behind during times of peril. He is a very hard working man, and will never leave a job undone unless someone important was dying. Even then he wouldn't be a very happy man. He is almost never happy unless he is either working with his dragon, or working on some sort of project that he considers interesting.
A'thur isn't a very emotional and has a hard time opening up to people, especially strangers. He doesn't like to talk about his emotions, or really much of anything. He is the "less talk, more action" kind of guy. That being said he isn't really a fighter either. He won't back down from a confrontation, but he would rather avoid the situation altogether. He has actually calmed down a lot since his teenage years, and is now better at holding his tongue than he had been when he was sixteen.
Since the man doesn't talk much, a lot of people consider him to be a great listener, and will often come to him for advice. The one thing he will give to people freely. A'thur is a very trustworthy person, once you get to know him that is. Once a person breaks that hard outer shell he is a very gentle, and caring man. His caring side comes out more freely when he is dealing with young weyrlings, or even candidates for that matter. As long as they don't become too pushy or start begging him for things.
Family:
Morris - Father - Lord Holder - Deceased
Malie - Mother - Drudge - Deceased
Location:
Nabol Hold - Trelis Weyr
Rank:
Brown Rider/Wing Second
Wing:
Wave Runners
History:
Arthur grew up in Nabol hold as the son of a drudge, and didn't know who his father was. His mother would often leave most of the house-hold chores while she went off to work. Even as a very young child Arthur was a very hard working, and would never leave a chore half done. He would always make sure that things were where they were supposed to go, and everything was neat and organized for when his mother would come home after work.
When Arthur was ten he started going out and working around the hold. Doing odd jobs around the Hold to help his mother make ends meet. They never did have a lot, but Arthur and his mother were proud of what they did have because they got it through hard work and patience. His mother would always tell him that things received for free weren't worth anything. Yet anything gotten through hard work was worth the world. After hearing that for three years Arthur really start believing it, and that's when he stopped taking things for free.
Arthur and his mother lived happily together until he was eighteen turns old. The Lord of Nabol Hold called him to his chambers. Arthur was scared that he had done something wrong that would cause the man to be mad at him. His mother on the other hand seem as calm as ever. Arthur slowly made his way to the man's chamber, knocking respectfully before opening the door and entering. Arthur stood by the door in shock as the man and his wife told him that he was next in line to be the Lord of Nabol Hold. This scared Arthur more than if the man had had him banished from the Hold.
After a couple days of doing absolutely nothing, but sit in his room in his mother's house, he finally went out, and started to learn how to run the Hold. Yet after only a week the Lady Holder had a son, which meant that Arthur was no longer next in line. Needless to say this news pissed the sixteen turn old teenager. He stormed into Morris' chambers ranting about he should never have told Arthur about who he really was if he knew that his wife was pregnant with a possible son, a true heir to Nabol Hold. After arguing with the sick old man for what seemed like endless hours, Arthur stormed from the room, and ran to his mother's house.
After packing everything that belonged to him, Arthur found a way to pay for a boat ride to Trelis. He was going to take a break from holder life, and give himself a chance to get used to the idea that his younger half-brother would be taking over a Hold that, at that moment, Arthur never wanted to see again. Yet he knew he would go back, and try to go back to the way his life had been before he had been told he was the Lord's son. After a long boat ride, the man finally made his way to Trelis.
He made his way to Apolla hold, deciding that he was only going to stay here as a guest for only a month. He was about to leave to go back to Nabol Hold, when a Searchrider came to Apolla hold looking for possible candidates. He decided to go watch who got picked, and would some day be riding the great beasts of the skies. When the searchrider made his way over to Arthur his breath was coming in short bursts. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous, but when the blue rider told him that he had been searched, he almost passed out.
As Arthur waited to be carried off to Trelis Weyr, he thought about what his life would be like if he was a dragon rider. He eventually decided that it would be better than going to back to Nabol, and back to a life as the son of a drudge. He didn't mind that his mother was a drudge, it was the fact that he had never been told that he was a possible heir to the Hold that irked him. He spent the next few weeks training as a candidate. When the clutch was finally ready to hatch, the young holder was nineteen.
The first egg to hatch was, as everyone expected, a bronze. Arthur watched the large hatchling with baited breath as it slowly made it's way to the line of candidates. Yet this hatchling wasn't for him. Instead the bronze impressed to the male candidate standing next to him. Arthur sighed heavily as he watched the bronze hatchling and it's newly impress boy leave the sands. He was so absorbed with the leaving pair that he missed the hatching of a very large brown. When the other candidates around him started to whisper among themselves about who would get the large hatchling, he turned his attention back to the hatchlings.
Arthur gasped, and held his breath as he watched the large hatchling get control of his legs, and make his way to the candidates. He stared dumbly as it sat down in front of him, and stared at him with rainbow eyes. Arthur Mine, your Merlinth is hungry, and needs to be cleaned. As soon as he heard the brown's strong voice in his head he released the breath he had been holding, and fell to his knees. I can't believe it. Of course you can believe it Mine, please feed your Merlinth. He could tell the poor thing was hungry which made his own thoughts disappear, and made him start thinking of feeding his new weyrling.
After feeding and oiling the brown weyrling, he decided that he would never have to go back, and deal with that man that claimed to be his father. But that meant that he would have to give up any claim he had on Nabol Hold. That didn't matter to him anymore, instead he had found something useful to do with his life. He was going to be a brown rider. That knowledge made the young man ecstatic, and all thoughts about his past were now forgotten, and thoughts about his new life invaded his mind. A'thur has now been living in Trelis Weyr for six turns, and has no regrets about never going back.
Dragon
Name:
Merlinth
Pronunciation
Mer - Lin - th
Age:
6 Turns
Type:
Dragon
Rank
Brown
Size:
35ft.
Color Codes:
Body: A0522D
Wings: DEB887
Underside: 8B4513
Appearance:
Merlinth is very large for a brown dragon, being close to the size of a small bronze. He is a light brown with a darker brown underside, and very light translucent wings. Even though he is very large, he doesn't really have any problems staying in the sky for long periods of time. His large muscles help give him the stamina he needs, even though he isn't very agile as some of the smaller ranks. For some reason the thing that makes this large brown stand out more than his height is the fact that his front legs are exactly the same size as his rear legs. This gives him a smoother gait than most dragon's on the ground, but it does help people pick him out of a crowd.
Personality:
Merlinth is a very calm, and gentle dragon. He is a hard worker, just like his rider. He is very loyal, much like a dog in that fact really. He would never betray His, or any that he deems are worthy of his loyalty and trust. He his more open than his rider in the fact that he doesn't mind talking to other dragons and their riders. He is a pretty laid back dragon, but he isn't so much so that he could be called lazy. He likes to be outside working around the Weyr or teaching the candidates and werylings about what it is like to be a dragon.
He isn't self-conscious as many would think because of the length of his front legs. Instead he is very proud of they grace they allow him to walk on the ground with. It makes him feel better whenever he has to walk around the Weyr, doing any work that is assigned to him. He is a "gentle giant" so to speak. He is often found calming His down whenever he gets upset, or even helping his rider when he starts to remember his past. Merlinth doesn't really understand why the man is so upset about his past, but he doesn't pry either.
Mind-Voice:
Merlinth is I, A'thur is Mine.
Merlinth's voice is kinda like a smooth flowing river. It is gentle on one's mind, and it feels as though it is gently cerressing one's mind like that of someone's protective older brother.