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Post by Zirin on Jun 21, 2011 13:39:13 GMT -5
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Weyrlings
--> J'dol, 19, of Topaz Kayath {FF7F00} || Flits Green Bit and Blue Spazz
--> Yufa, 17, of Garnet Braymoth || Flit Epidote Cassim, Brown Javor
--> V'koi, 15, of Opal Panyth || Flit Brown Aedion
--> U'wa, 13, of Green Peniath {34925e} || Huntyre Forest Fari, Kitten Kour
--> Z'nil, 25, of Green Anuth{1ae353}
Wherlings
--> Korvin, 20, of White (F) Kosk || Canines Boar(M) and Gray(F)
Candidates and Weyrfolk
--> Journeywoman Harper Aridani, 20
Dragonriders
--> CandidateMaster/Searchrider Ad'os, 18, of Brown Soheath {cfa888} || Flits Green Trouble and Lazuli Atla
Wherhandlers
à Wherlingmaster Yuli, 35, of Brown Yayusk {8F7958}|| Flit Blue Trif
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Post by Zirin on Jun 21, 2011 13:39:32 GMT -5
Quick Notes - Soheath sustained injuries from green Avirith's flight. He can fly, but he is to stay on the ground as much as possible until he has recovered fully.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 27, 2011 13:20:04 GMT -5
Weyrling J'dol of Topaz Kayath
Flits Green Bit and Blue Spazz Art by the lovely Lark: And Pixels bt BT!: 
Playboy, Flirty, Confident, Cocky, Gambler
Meet J'dol, the first man to ride a clutching dragon. Does he like the idea of being stuck on the sands? Not particularly, but he doesn't mind the attention that Kayath will one day get when she flies, if only because it means he will get the same attention. This boy loves to love, and be loved, though commitment is another story entirely.
Name J'dol (Jaksidol)
Pronunciation Jih-doll (Jack-sid-all)
Age 19 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Bisexual
Family
Father - J’mol, rider of Blue Vaarinth
Mother - Zedra, rider of Green Pindrith
Appearance
Hair:Dark brown
Eyes: Deep Brown
Height:Just under 6 Feet
Naturally dark-skinned, it is easy to forget he doesn't spend any time actually working for the bronzed skin. He stands at just less than six feet tall, which allows him to almost always look down on other people, a past time he enjoys to the fullest. He likes to stay active, partially to show off his strength to any passersby and partially because he thinks he looks damn good with a well-toned body. His muscling is not extreme, he likes to keep it visible but unintimidating.
Jax has dark brown, almost-black hair that he keeps short and well groomed. It has natural bounce to it, allowing him to ignore his hair and still look good most of the time. He has heavy eyebrows that he trims to be thinner. He generally tries to keep his facial hair to a minimum, though he seems to have ever-present stubble. His deep brown eyes are usually sparkling with playful mischief and his lips are usually pulled back in an arrogant smirk.
Being the somewhat narcissistic being he is, Jax likes to walk around, or rather strut, without a shirt on, regardless of the temperature. The pants he wears depends on the season; shorter, looser leggings in the warmer seasons, and tighter, longer ones during the cold months. Since he is young, his skin is relatively untouched as far as scarring goes, the only marks being the odd small scar from scuffles as a child.
Personality
+ Persistent, Determined, Affectionate, Ambitious, Confident
-Playboy, Cocky, Often Disrespectful, Arrogant, Gambler
At first glance, Jaksidol may come off as a loving, loyal being that is full of confidence and determination. Well, you would be half-correct in that assumption. If Jax is anything, it is confident, but as far as love and loyalty goes, this boy has none. He likes to flirt, loves tease and relishes the opportunity to watch another person fall for him. Cocky and arrogant, he believes he can get anything and everything he wants, even if it will take some time to accomplish. Once he finds a target to woo, he will do what he can to pull out all the charm he needs. Becoming soft and courteous is sometimes all it takes to make the ‘weaker sex’ fall for him. After getting what he wants, he feels no remorse when he walks out of their lives. Jax will flirt with almost anyone who moves, though he will not try to woo someone he has no interest at all in. When not trying to woo, he can be rude and downright vulgar.
Outside of ‘romantic relationships’, Jaksidol is disrespectful and cocky. He does not like to play by the rules, and despite having no rank he acts as if he is a Lord. Despite his seemingly childish behavior, Jax does have some merit. He can be quite strategic and looks for the weak points in an obstacle in order to tackle it, which he does with single-minded determination. He still has a lot to learn before he could even dream of leading others; because of his age, he can sometimes have a short fuse, causing him to bypass strategy and jump into fights without thinking of the consequences.
He is not all bad however. He is a truly persistent and determined individual, believing that he can get anything he wants if he tries hard enough, and he will very rarely give up one something once he has set his mind to it. If anything, he will just put things aside until the time is right to attack it again. Going hand in hand with his determination is a bit of an ambitious streak. He one day dreams of riding one of the great bronze beasts and leading the Weyr, even if he wouldn’t actually be right for the job. What he doesn’t consciously realize is that his dreams, goals, and much of his personality stems from his issues with his mother, mainly the subconscious need to prove that he is good enough for her attention. Deep, deep beneath his out shell is a lonely, affectionate young boy who just wants someone to love who truly loves him back and can fill the void in his heart. Though he hides it from the people around him, Jaks actually takes solace from his flit, Bit, and despite how difficult the green can be, Jaks feels nothing but love for her.
Like many weyrfolk, he likes to gamble and is usually the first to place bets on clutches, flights, runs and anything else that could possibly be bet on. When not trying to woo someone, Jaks can often be found playing cards and if possible drinking.
History
Everyone loves a good drink. Some people like a good drink a lot. This is fine and dandy for those Pernese men and women who can hold their liquor, but for greenrider Zedra and bluerider J’mol the effects of alcohol was just a bit too much for them one fateful night. When Zedra learned of her pregnancy she was loathe to tell J’mol about it. She did not like the idea of carrying a child or of being moved to a lower wing, and preferred the idea of a quick trip between to remove the problem. She tried to drown her initial sorrows in a couple glasses of wine, but her drunken mind accidently let the information slip loose. When J’mol learned of the potential child he was ecstatic. Having always wanted a child, he begged Zedra relentlessly to keep it. She finally gave in, but the small relationship the two riders shared was shattered.
Nine months later she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She did not look at the baby, or hold him; she simply passed him on to the woman who would care for the babe in her stead. J’mol cared for the child with the help of his foster mother until he was weaned. He spent a good deal of time in the crèche, since J’mol was often busy with his duties as a rider. The child was not lacking in family love however. When he had the chance, J’mol would lavish Jaksidol with love and attention and his son was introduced to dragons early on in life.
Like many weyrbred children, Jaksidol quickly developed the dream of one day riding the majestic creatures through the air, followed by a wing of loyal comrades. Convinced he would one day successfully impress a dragon, Jax never bothered to develop an interest in the other creatures or crafts. He spent his youthful days playing with his friends, and flirting with the girls. He developed a playboy attitude early on, simply because he had nothing else to occupy his time with.
When his twelfth turnday had come and gone, Jax was thrilled. Finally, he would be able to impress his dragon. He stood on the sands among the other candidates, his eyes full of confidence as he stared at the eggs in front of him. Stare he did, as each egg spilled its contents to the sands and the young dragons walked by him. He left the sands heartbroken, but the failure had not dampened his spirits at all. For five turns he stood on the hot sands, waiting anxiously for his dragon to come to him, and for five turns he walked off the sands alone.
When he was seventeen, Jax managed to luck out and passed by a flit owner as her clutch was hatching. He jumped at the chance to own a miniature dragon and happily took one of the eggs, impressing a possessive and adventurous green fire lizard. She was not named until a few sevendays later, when Jaksidol named her Bit due to the flit’s love of eating tidbits. After successfully impressing the flit, Jax was confident that his dragon would be waiting for him. In his eighteenth year, a fight caused Jaks to be too injured to stand at the hatching, and as punishment, his parents forced him into becoming a woodcrafter once he had recovered enough to perform the tasks, hoping the stricter rules of Holds and Halls would curb his habits.
If anything, it just taught him new tricks, and not long after he was fully healed he was searched by a dragon from a different Weyr. Hoping a new location was all he needed for the chance at impressing a dragon, he eagerly accepted and was carried off to Trelis Weyr to begin a new turn of candidacy.
He finally found a break at Trelis as he managed to impress at the hatching. Jaksidol, now J'dol, managed to catch the eye of a Topaz by the name of Kayath; the second hatched sub-queen to be born to Trelis (losing the position of first to her obsidian twin sister Talath). Now a weyrling, J'dol must not only make it through training, but last without giving into his flirtatious nature.
When Trelis' Spring Gather came around later that season, J'dol was one of the lucky few to impress a hatchling from Gold Aries' clutch, making him the 'proud' owner of the psychotic blue Spazz.
Craft Woodcraft
Ranking Apprentice
Strengths Carving, Decorative work, Boxes/Chests
Weaknesses Picking the right wood, chairs, Almost everything else
Location Trelis Weyr
Rank Weyrling
Wing Lightning Strike (Weyrling Wing)
Topaz Kayath
Territorial, Egotistical, Impatient, Vain, "Starlet"
The first of her kind, this Topaz knows she is special and she loves it. Flirty, attention hungry, and a bit of a drama queen, Kayath gets upset if she isn't in the spotlight, which happens more often then she likes at this point. One day she'll show them all and get the attention she truly deserves!
DragonName Kayath Pronunciation Kay-yath Age 3 Months Type Dragon Rank Topaz Size Currently 18.4 Feet. (46 feet when full grown) Color Codes Body CD6600Markings FF7722Underside FFA812Wings FF7F00Appearance Much to her dislike, Kayath shares a striking similarity with her obsidian twin sister, Talath. Though she is proud of the fact that she will one day boast a larger size, if only by a few feet. Her hide is a deep, brownish orange, displaying the metallic sheen shared by all the high ranked dragons. Her belly is a lighter, yellowy colour, reaching from the base of her throat to a small way down her tail, reaching just past her hind legs. Her wings, are a bright orange colour. She has three stripes on her neck in a bright orange that has just the tiniest hint of pink to it, though only a freshly oiled hide, sunlight, and a knowing eye will help the pink to show at all. Her legs and tail share the same pink-tinged orange. At three months old now, she is already rivalling the sizes of some full grown greens. Though she is by no means the largest Topaz that may ever exist; she is the first, thus the best as far as she is concerned. Time will one day show that Kayath is the perfect example of an average Topaz. While not incredibly bulky, she does show more than her Obsidian sister, and will likely be the bulkiest female of her clutch. Despite her bulk, she somehow tends to appear slender, almost lithe, though she will not have the maneuverability or agility of the smaller dragons. Her wings are larger and broad and she will use them to her advantage to truly show off her speed and stamina. Due to her ego, Kayath will often be seen strutting, preening, and overall showing off. Personality Territorial, Egotistical, Impatient, Vain, “Starlet”...or so she thinks (WIP, will be expanded during weyrlinghood) Mind-voice (If applicable) Am I not the most beautiful? All of Pern will love me!WIP Clutch Gold Loraketh x Bronze Stallorth 
Green Bit
Playful, Acrobatic, Possessive, Noisy
The first flit to impress to J'dol, Bit is possessive of Hers, and her position as first! It's a good thing she tends to wander off and explore, or J'dol would have to deal with her everytime he tried to flirt.
Pet Name Bit Pronunciation Bit Age 2 Turns Type Fire Lizard Rank Green Size 7 Inches Color CodesBase: #4EB24EMarkings: # 248F24 – 0E390EAppearance A bit of a flashy creature, Bit starts with soft grass-green hide. Her underbelly is slightly lighter, but the difference is barely noticeable. Her hide is marked with leopard like spots of varying shades of darker green. Her thin, triangular head is a solid, forest green, the only break in the colour being the grass green of her head knobs. She is a rather average size for a green, not too long or too short, just right for sitting in her spot on Jax’s shoulder. Her proportions are well balanced overall, though her wings do look slightly short compared to her lithe body. When she was still very young, and just beginning to discover her love of being a daredevil, Bit learned a valuable lesson about paying attention when she was causing trouble. It was around the time she first started messing with local whers that she got too careless. The weight of a brown’s massive claws pressing down on her tail the one time he managed to catch her caused it to break near the tip. The damage was rather severe and despite medical treatment, it did not heal properly; the tip of her tail will likely remain crooked for the rest of her life, though the scars where his claws punctured her hide are fading with time. Personality + Loving, Playful, Enjoys the sound of her own voice, Adventurous, Acrobatic Showoff - Jealous, Daredevil, Possessive, Noisy, Loves Attention A jealous little thing, Bit has claimed Jax as HER human and she is not willing to share him with any other female of any species, so all you girls better back off! A vocal flit, Bit likes to chatter away to anyone who will listen, and even those who don’t! Most of the time her chatter is harmless, just noise for the sake of making noise, though sometimes she squeaks and squeals in an attempt to get you to remove your attention from her human. A bit of an explorer, Bit doesn’t always stay beside Jax and often flies off in search of new friends and adventures. Her favourite place to explore: the kitchens. This little flit loves tidbits, which are her namesake, and likes to beg and do tricks if she thinks she might be able to get a reward. Of course, Bit won’t pass up a chance to show off, regardless of whether there are rewards or not, she just loves doing tricks. Jax has taken advantage of her natural love of tricks, using treats to teach the flit some useful tricks. While not the most intelligent flit around, she is smart and keen enough to learn things with a bit of effort. She has a strange fondness for whers, if only because they pay attention to her and offers hours of endless amusement, a pastime which many dragons seem to reject. One of these days she is going to get herself eaten with her troublesome antics.
Blue Spazz
Crazy, Short attention span, energetic, klutzy, curious
The second, and newest addition to J'dol's little fair of flits. This little boy has more energy than the energizer bunny itself. Couple that with a short attention span and you've got a flit who never stops moving, ever.
PetName: Spazz Pronunciation: As it looks Age: Hatchling Type: Fire Lizard Rank: Blue Size: 21 inches at full size Color Codes: Body: 1e4c67, 143344Marking: 59cfe3Appearance:Spazz is an eccentric blue, in body and mind. Though the majority of his hide is a generally solid looking blue, he has thin, wild swirls of bright, icy blue. The light blue is clumped in bands on each leg, his neck and twice on his tail. The waves of ice also spread out from just below his eyes to the top of his head. As far as size goes, he sits comfortably near the middle of the blue range. His tail is just a tad long and his neck is a bit short, though he doesn’t seem to realize how odd he looks. His wings are an average length, though a tiny bit on the thick size. While this doesn’t have a huge affect on his abilities in the sky, it does give him a bit of an advantage when it comes to stamina, or at least it would if he didn’t fly in such sporadic twirls and bursts of speed. Spazz is truly a spazzy little flit. He will rarely stand still, always twitching, scratching, flapping, and running around, the list goes on. Even in sleep, he won’t stop moving; a tail twitch here, a shifting of legs. It’s a wonder this boy never runs out of energy. Personality:Crazy, Short attention span, curious about everything, energetic, klutzy, can’t sit still Clutch:Magical Wonders Clutch – Just Can’t Wait to be King Egg Gold Aries x Bronze Jax
Relationships and Tidbits
J'dol:
Relationships:| Name | Description | | Aela | He enjoys Aela’s company, though he generally only sees her at lessons. | | Alyara | To say he has a crush on her would be going a bit too far. No, J’dol really just thinks she’s cute, especially when she’s uncomfortable. Simply put, the attraction is there and slowly growing. | | Inali | Despite her rank, J’dol feels comfortable around her. Maybe its because they are so close in age? |
| J’dol’s drawing abilities are, to put it nicely, pathetic. He gets easily embarrassed when someone finds out, especially someone he is trying to woo/impress. | | His ability to picture things in his mind is not as strong as his classmates. Though he will improve over time, Kayath currently doesn’t allow him to use mind-pictures. | | Though he’d never admit it out loud, the events of the gather terrified him, and he’s been edgy ever since then. Kayath’s safety is always in the corner of his mind, and until she can at least fly he will have a hard time calming down. |
Kayath:
Relationships:| Name | Description | | Alyara | Kayath once thought highly of her teacher Avirith, but lately the topaz has been getting annoyed with the green, if only because Kayath is not yet old enough to show just how much better she really is. Only time will tell how this relationship will end up. | | Loraketh | She’s quite fond of her dam, and looks up to her. She’s one of the few dragons Kayath doesn’t feel anger for when it comes to attention. | | Talath | Kayath hates her sister! If only because she is also a sub-queen and shares her markings. She does everything in her power to make sure she is better than her obsidian twin. | | Chahaturth | The newest (and second) Topaz to hatch in Trelis. Kayath currently hates her with a passion for trying to steal her spotlight. |
| Kayath actually spends a lot of time worrying that she isn't as amazing as she claims to be. To make up for it, she's becoming quite the hard-worker (especially when it comes to exercising) to ensure she is able to do what she wants. |
Plots
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Post by Zirin on Jun 30, 2011 23:52:05 GMT -5
Weyrling U’wa of Green Peniath
Huntyre Forest Fari Weyrling U’wa
Quiet, Unconfident, Soft-spoken, Nervous, Dreamer, Loves Stories
Poor little U’wa, beaten by his father until the day he and his sister ran away, and now miraculously a weyrling. This young boy has had a tough life that resulted in him being very shy and nervous around others. Often afraid that anything he does will bring punishment, he doesn’t like to stand out from the crowd.
Name: U'wa (Uwahlen)
Pronunciation: Oo-wa (Oo-wa-len)
Age: 13 Turns
Birth Season: Spring
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Het, but too young to have truly discovered
Appearance:
Hair:Curly, brown
Eyes: Brown
Height:5’6’’
U’wa is tall for his age, a trait that will continue throughout his life. At five foot six, he stands at an equal height to most of the older weyrlings, or at least he would if he wasn’t always slouched over to hide it. To make his height seem even more unnatural, this young boy is horrendously thin and frail looking, making him look long and stretched. Because of his build, he currently has a hard time with strength-oriented tasks. Thanks to his time as a candidate, however, the slightest hints of muscle have begun to show on his arms and legs and, while he will never be bulky, he will eventually grow into his height.
His naturally curly, dark brown hair creates a stark contrast against his sickly, pale skin. He has a hard time tanning, though he burns easily. Across his thin, pointed nose is a light splattering of freckles, which can also be found on his bony shoulders. Innocence, curiosity, and fear are three of the emotions that will often be seen in U’wa’s large brown eyes. Fearing being noticed, U’wa tends to wear clothes in tones of browns and grays, though his clothing leans is usually kept clean and proper when possible.
This young weyrling will often be seen wringing his hands nervously, or moving with a light, shuffling motion as if he is worried about every action he takes.
Personality:
Likes learning, hard-working, dreamer, loves stories
Quiet, Unconfident, Soft-spoken, Nervous, Jumpy
U’wa is, in a word, unconfident. Nervous, soft-spoken, and unsure, it’s a surprise that the boy managed to catch a dragon’s interest at all. Due to a childhood of being beaten for trying to be himself, U’wa has become extremely withdrawn and nervous around others, especially males. He has a hard time opening up to others, though he tries his best to make friends. Every action he takes makes him nervous, always fearing that his father is hiding just around the corner to reprimand him. On the bright side, his fear of his father means U’wa learned the value of learning quickly and is quite skilled at remembering information , though getting the information back out of him can be troublesome at times, as he worries about messing up and giving the wrong answer. When given a task, U’wa will complete it without question, and he generally enjoys doing the work.
Deep beneath the layers of insecurity and self-consciousness, is a true dreamer. U’wa loves to dream, to think about all the things he wants to do, all the possibilities that could have been if X had been like Y, and he loves listening to stories and harper tales. Those who are able to get this boy to open up will find a young man full of goals and wishes.
U’wa is very soft-spoken. His voice generally holds a note of uneasiness and insecurity, and he has a tendency to stutter. He also doesn't know how to swim.
Family:
Father – Dyfahlen, 40, ex-Steward (Apollo Hold)
Mother – Yumela, Deceased
Sister – Yufa, 17, Healer apprentice
Location: Trelis Weyr (Born in Apollo Hold)
Rank: Weyrling
Wing/Pack: Lightning Strike (Weyrling Wing)
History:
Uwahlen was born to Dyfahlen and Yumela, a Steward and his wife in Apollo hold. He was the second born child, but the first and only son in the family, as such he was immediately chosen to follow in his father’s footsteps. However, the real training didn’t begin until Uwahlen had passed his fifth turnday, at which point the already quiet boy entered an unforgiving and cruel world. Each day, he was expected to learn concepts and repeat them back to his father; something he had trouble doing. As the turns passed, Uwahlen learned that the only way to avoid his father’s discipline was to learn quickly and behave in a way that doesn’t draw attention.
By the time Uwahlen had seen his eighth turn, he had become incredibly withdrawn and nervous. He was always afraid that his father would call on him to do a task, always worried that he would mess up and be punished. His father’s temper had also increased over the turns as his wife failed to provide him with a more suitable heir. The young boy’s only solace could be found in his older sister and often-sick mother. He took comfort in their warm natures, though his true savior was Yufa, his sister. She had taken an interest in healing early on in life, though her father wouldn’t let her become an apprentice. She practiced and learned herself anyways by practicing on the wounds that Uwahlen often had – results of the punishments. Many nights were spent with Yufa wrapping his wounds and telling him stories and tales, often involving the majestic dragons that were sometimes seen in the skies above the Hold.
In his tenth turn, Uwahlen had already developed a love for dragons, and when his father wasn’t around he would tell his sister about his dream of one day riding one. Feeling sorry for her little brother, Yufa passed on the information to their mother who was more than willing to have him taken to Trelis to see a hatching. Dyfahlen did not approve of the notion, claiming his wife was too sick. An argument ensued and Yumela decided to make the trip regardless, and so the mother and her son managed to make it to the Weyr in time for a hatching. It was everything Uwahlen had ever dreamed of, and only served to fortify his dream. During their short stay at the Weyr, Uwahlen somehow found himself in the presence of a Huntyre hatching, and impressed a small Forest, who was later named Fari by his sister. On the trip home, his mother’s health took a turn for the worst. She continually got worse until a few months later when she passed away during childbirth.
The loss of his wife drove Dyfahlen insane and the man, blaming Uwahlen for the loss, beat his son relentlessly until the boy passed out. He was demoted from his position of Steward and a lower caverns woman sheltered the children until Uwahlen was twelve, though both he and his sister feared for their lives at every corner. Finally, after hearing about an upcoming hatching at Trelis, Yufa took a stand, swearing to get her brother away from the Hold for good. They stowed away in a caravan and slowly made their way to the Weyr, making it in time to stand for the hatching. Though both stood for Loraketh’s first clutch, Yufa was left standing and has apprenticed to the Weyr’s healer for the time being. Uwahlen, now U’wa, managed to catch the eye of green Peniath and must now learn to overcome his fears and reservations if he hopes to become a true rider.
At the fall gather, U'wa decided to adopt a kitten to keep him company.
Green Peniath
Wanting, Envious, Whiny, Holds Grudges
The plain little dragon with a dream of being much, much more. Peniath always feels like she got the short end of the stick and makes up for it by wanting whatever someone else has. Very vocal and usually whiny, Peniath likes to force her rider into doing things for her under the pretense that, if he doesn’t do it, he doesn’t love her.
DragonName: Peniath Pronunciation: Penny-ath Meaning: Penia = Longing *origin* Latin Age: 3 Months Type: Dragon Rank: Green Size: 12.7 Feet (23 at full growth) Color Codes:Body: 34925eBelly: 43d58cWings: 213d30Appearance: Peniath is a rather plain dragon, as far as markings go at least. A soft, green with just a hint of blues and grays covers the majority of her body, though it becomes a brighter, lighter shade on her belly. Her wings are significantly darker. Her only real marking is a small scar on her right hind leg, caused by her own eggshell at hatching. As far as greens go, Peniath is right in the middle of the size range- not too big and not too small. Her head is more triangular than most of her kind, but that’s where the differences end. She is neither bulky, nor lacking in muscles, having the right amount to have both decent stamina and speed. Her wings are equally as average. Because of her size and muscle structure, she will never be the slowest, nor will she be the fastest, and maneuvers will not come as easily to her as to others. Personality: Wanting, Envious, Slightly Devious, Occasionally Whiny, The type to hold grudges. (Think of the phrase ‘green with envy’)
(WIP: Will be expanded during weyrlinghood)Mind-voice:Now, now Mine. I want that, and I want it now! You'll give me what I want won't you? You'll give me what I long for, because you don't care about me if you don't. We don't want people thinking that now do we? Loud and invasive, Peniath’s voice often has a whining or longing sound to her voice. It is, all in all, a rather childish voice and can sometimes grate on others’ nerves. Clutch: Gold Loraketh x Bronze Stallorth
Forest Fari
Protective, Loving, Loyal, Vocal, Collector
The first friend U’wa ever had, aside from his sister. Fari is like a mother hen, always watching over and protecting her human. She has a hard time bonding with others, but anyone or thing she takes a liking too suddenly find themselves being treated like her babies. This includes inanimate objects, such as shells and ribbons. When it comes to her eggs, she is very possessive and demanding. In fact, she wont give them up without a fair trade.
Pet:Name: Fari Pronunciation: Far-E Age: 1 (2 in summer) Type: Huntyre Rank: Forest Size: 11 Inches Color Codes:Base: 513714Belly: 886534Markings: 323d1d, 245c1bAppearance:Like most Forests, Fari’s colouring is a more subtle, defensive look than that of the male Huntyre’s. Majority of her feathers are a variety of light to chocolate brown in colour, covering her back in a dappled effect that might remind one of shadows on a tree branch. The feathers on her wings darken as they get to the edges and pick up a slight grayish tinge to their colour. Fari’s chest is a pale tan, speckled with a deep grey-green and runs from the base of her throat all the way to the base of her tail. Her only real defining markings are her long green plumes and a circle of green around each of her eyes. Both her beak and talons are a charcoal grey and both are incredibly sharp. As far as Forests go, this little lady is just that: little. At just under a foot long, she is even smaller than some of the larger Lunars. What she lacks in size, she makes up in speed and maneuverability. An acrobat in the skies, her long, thin wings help her to make lightning fast changes to her course. On the downside, her size is quite a disadvantage when it comes to Flights; she uses up a lot of her stamina trying to trick her chasers and as a result she cannot fly for long. Despite her size, Fari has extraordinarily long feathers, which she likes to use to make herself look larger. Personality:Loving, Loyal, determined, vocal
Protective, shy of strong-willed people, obsessiveFari is a mother through and through. Protective, loving, and a bit of a worrywart, anyone who is lucky enough to truly befriend this little lady will have a devoted friend for life. She attaches herself to those she thinks are weaker and needs someone to watch out for them, and then tends to treat those people or creatures as if they were her own young. Once she has fully bonded to someone, she does not like to leave them unattended, and never tends to stray far from her ‘children’ unless absolutely forced and even then, she will often check in from a distance. She is incredibly vocal about her intentions, especially when it comes to telling off a potential ‘enemy’ or telling hers about something she likes. Fari has a near obsession with objects that have pink or blue in them, and can be easily swayed by gifts of those colours. In fact, if you want one of the few live eggs from this little huntyre you better be prepared to offer up a gift! U’wa has a basket that holds the various shells, pebbles and ribbons that make up her collection and she does not like to sleep anywhere that is not in sight of both it and U’wa. Kitten KourClean, cuddly, friendlyA small kitten adopted from Aantara at the Fall gather. He loves being rubbed and staying clean and has already bonded to U'wa, if only because the boy is content to scratch and pet him all he wants.  Name: Kour Pronunciation: Coo-er Age: <3 months Type: Feline Gender: Male Size: 2 Feet at full size Colour CodesLight Grey[/color] Appearance:He is an all over pale gray with a few even lighter spots on his stomach and back. His eyes are a dark green and his nose a rather rich, if pale pink. He is, currently, very soft and fluffy. Personality:He loves to rub against things and cuddle. When he has an itch, he won't hesitate to roll around on the ground... as long as it's clean or a blanket or something. No sense in getting his lovely fur dirty! Litter: Aantara's (Fall I1T197) [/spoiler]
Relationships and ThoughtsU'waRelationships| Name | Description | | Yufa | His beloved sister. Yufa is the reason that he is not only still alive, but also impressed to Peniath! Had it not been for her independent, wilful personality, the two would have never run away to Trelis. Now, as Peniath takes most of his time, he sees her less and less, and hopes she will impress one day in the hopes of rekindling their bond. |
| U'wa can't swim. | | U’wa has a great memory, something that is very helpful when it comes to using mind-pictures. Though his speech is often slow and mumbly, his mind-pictures are clean, crisp and quick, and he is getting into the habit of using the mind-pictures when speaking to Peniath. |
PeniathRelationships| Name | Description | | Yufa | Hers' sister. Peniath likes her and enjoys chatting with the girl. |
| She can be a bit of a control freak when it comes to U'wa. She often threatens him to get her way. |
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Post by Zirin on Jul 1, 2011 23:30:51 GMT -5
CandidateMaster/Searchrider Ad’os of Brown Soheath – Tempest Wing
Flits Green Trouble and Lazuli Atla Searchrider Ad’os
Clean-freak, Organized, Punctual, Determined, Friendly
This once obsessive neat-freak has calmed down significantly since impressing Soheath and going through training. Now a fully fledged rider, Ad’os works hard at any task given to him, though he still occasionally gets side tracked with his need to clean.
Name Ad’os (Adarios)
PronunciationA-dose (A-dare-E-ose)
Age 18
Season Born in Spring, Turn 179
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Appearance
Hair:Rusty brown
Eyes: Deep green
Height:4’8’’
As far as natural appearance goes, this guy is pretty average. Naturally straight, rusty brown hair rests lightly just above his shoulders. Though usually swept to the side, his medium length bangs have a tendency to fall into his eyes, resulting in a subconscious hair flick. His deep green eyes do not stand out as much as they should, due to them often being overshadowed by a scowl. He is not a grumpy person however, and when he smiles, his eyes seem to light up with life. Adarios is not exactly what one would call tall, in fact, he is far from it. At just under 4’8 he is not even as tall as some of the girls. He still hopes, however, that he’ll still manage to get taller before he’s finished growing. While not extremely fit, Addy has only a small amount of muscle on his frame; the only thing to show for his time spent in the runner stalls.
With an obsession for cleanliness and a love for being well groomed, Addy tends to avoid wearing work clothes when possible. Preferring clothes that would almost be nice enough for a gather. His clothing is always fitted to sit nicely on his rather thin, yet oddly curvy frame. Unless forced, he tends to avoid wearing ‘dirty colours’ such as grays and browns, preferring instead to wear bright colours, especially white.
Personality
Courteous, Diligent, Determined, Punctual, Organized
Obsessive, Perfectionist, Obtrusive, Rigid, Vain, Unlucky
If there is one word Adarios hates its dirt. This boy absolutely abhors the idea of anything being unclean and has a tendency to spend hours making sure things are clean and shiny. Over the turns he has managed to get his obsessive behavior under control, and has learned to ignore the ‘minor yuck’ that he is not able to fix, such as the dirt on a passerby’s boots. Be warned though, if he is in the middle of cleaning and you stumble by, be prepared to be added to his ‘to clean’ list. When it comes to working, Adarios will attack tasks head on and will work unendingly until it has reached an acceptable level of perfection.
Like the world around him, he expects his own appearance to be clean and crisp and often comes off as vain because of it. While he is normally courteous, he has a subconscious tendency to talk down to people who are not well groomed. He does not do well with physical contact and generally avoids touching others unless it is for the sake of grooming them. He can often be found grooming runners and mucking out their stalls, a trait he was well liked for at his home hold. When not cleaning something, he can often be found playing with the young children, mainly girls, in the crèche. He tends to avoid going outside when the weather is bad, but can always been seen outside after a fresh snowfall, admiring the look of the snow’s ‘untouched beauty’.
Family
Father: Adeuron, 51(T146), Journeyman Blacksmith
Mother: Inzea, 48(T149), Cook
Brother Z’drin, Deceased
Sisters: Idia, 24(T173), Journeywoman Weaver (Deceased) .:. Azeu, 20 (T177), Apprentice Weaver.:. Rozae, 11, Weyrbrat
Location Trelis Weyr (Born in Solaris Hold)
Rank Brownrider, Searchrider
Wing/Pack Tempest
History
Adarios was the second son born to Adeuron and Inzea, and was their fourth child overall. With an age difference of nine turns between himself and his only brother, Adarios never saw much of Zaedrin and instead spent most of his younger turns in the company of his elder sisters. The time spent with his brother went from little to zero as Addy was nearing his fifth turn when the older boy left the Hold after being searched. When Zaedrin, later Z’drin, impressed a brown, their father’s attention left him and fell on the only other boy in the family. Adarios quickly found himself the object of his father’s attention; every waking moment was spent trying to force the young boy to develop an early interest in smithing. His father had always believed that organization was key to working safely, and soon began punishing Addy every time the boy was disorganized in any way. This eventually caused Adarios to develop of fear of leaving things disorganized, and as time went on it began developing into a minor obsession.
At seven turns of age, Adarios finally got a break; his younger sister was born. With a new babe to keep them occupied, Addy had an easier time getting out of playing dress up with his sisters; he learned rather quickly that looking nice and staying clean would cause the older girls to overlook him as a plaything. When that did not work, he managed to get out of the worst of it by brushing their hair. As Adarios grew older he began to develop interest in the crafts, however it was not the craft his father wanted. After seeing the work his eldest sister did through her weavercraft apprenticeship, Addy began considering weaving as his future, much to the chagrin of his father. By this point his parents had truly noticed their son’s dislike for being dirty and disorganized, and attempted to use his love of weaving and brushing hair to their advantage. They sent him down to the runner stalls to help the stable hands groom the horses and returned hours later not only to find the horses groomed, but also found the stalls mucked out and cleaned. After learning the girls of the family would not come near the stalls, Adarios began using it as a hiding place and the stable hands loved having him around.
Disaster struck as Addy was nearing his teen years. Z’drin was lost between during a wing practice, and while the loss did not affect him too much, his parents and eldest sister were heartbroken. After a time of mourning, the family sought safety in the Weyr. The teen years were a real life changer for Adarios. While he continued his interest in the weaver craft, his constantly growing need for cleanliness was becoming an all-out obsession. As much as his parents hated to encourage their son’s obsession, they realized it would serve a purpose. Knowing Addy would never follow him into smithing, his father urged the boy to consider candidacy hoping the obsession could be dealt with during the course of candidacy and he would one day get to see a son he could be proud of.
During his candidacy, Adarios was given the opportunity to impress a hatchling from a fellow candidates flit, and impressed a messy green flit whom he named Trouble in 'honour' of the hatchling's dam. When the day of the hatching came around, Adarios was standing longer than most of his friends, and began to fear that he would never impress. Yet near the end, when there were barely any eggs left on the sand, Adarios found himself face to face with the brown Soheath.
Weyrlinghood was an interesting time for Ad’os and Soheath. Though they had the capabilities to complete all tasks, Addy often was distracted by the need to clean and as such was rarely the first one done. He showed the ability to lead if he had to, though he was by no means great at it, and he has decided that leading large groups of people is not something he is particularly fond of. He graduated weyrlinghood and was quickly accepted into the Tempest wing. While they are an asset to any wing, Soheath’s natural ability to find candidates has placed him as an oft-used searchrider.
When the Spring Gather came around, Ad'os impressed a Lazuli, one of the first of her kind, from Gold Flit Aries' clutch. Though he is a bit unnerved about the strange colours showing up in the various draconic species, he is incredibly fond of the new flit, whom he named Atla.
The storm that hit the island in late fall/early winter was lifechanging for everyone on the island, and the losses of many have hit Ad'os hard. Kierah, a close friend was lost, though her daughter remains, and Idia, Addy's eldest sister lost her life as well.
Brown Soheath
Levelheaded, Sophisticated, Respectable, Impartial, Disassociated, Sensible, Rarely aggressive
This young brown is a sturdy, intelligent fellow. He likes to think things through and rarely says more than he feels is necessary. He is confident in his abilities, usually without becoming cocky, though flights are another story entirely. This dragon is one who rarely speaks to any humans except his own rider. It isn’t that he doesn’t like you, he just doesn’t feel the need to speak to anyone but Ad’os.
DragonName Soheath PronunciationSo-hE-th Age 3 Turns Type Dragon Rank Brown Size 34 Feet Color Codes Main : cfa888 Marking 1 : a87449 Marking 2 : c78024 Appearance An interesting sort of brown, it can easily be said that Soheath doesn’t look quite like any other of his rank, making him rather intriguing to look at. His base colour, unlike many of his rank, is a sort of light, pale brown with just a hint of pink to it, just enough to shine in the sunlight or when well oiled, but his washed out, mocha brown and orange-tinged markings, while not particularly bright and eye-catching, are just different enough to garner him notice. The burnt orange colour is most noticeable on his face, where it lines the underside of his chin and sweeps over his eye-rides and headknobs. It then shows up again on the back of his neck and along his spine in a strange, almost tribal-like pattern, arching in sharp, jagged lines that follow the natural curves of his body and out along the base of his wings. The second colour, the mocha brown, is also remarkable only in its uniqueness, shadowing the entirety of his wings before wrapping around each forepaw and striping down his tail through two tiny, almost hidden, dots that also appear underneath each eye. The dots are usually hidden away by the shadow of his eye-ridges so that it blends into the pale brown base colour. Overall, the effect is somewhat feline as well as streamlined, making him look almost smooth in nature, smoothing down the bulk of his muscles and giving him an almost feline sleekness he’d otherwise lack. To put it mildly... Soheath is bulky... Some might even call him an over muscled blockhead when he's grown up, and that's them being nice! Though he won't be amongst the largest of browns at a more middling thirty-four feet, he's got enough weight and bulk to him to put even some golds to shame. His wings are a bit undersized for his bulk, though they are equally as muscled, which means he has a bit of a hard time getting off the ground, requiring a fair bit of energy to take off from ground level. He prefers to drop from above to bypass the issue. His large amount of muscle causes him to pretty much ripple whenever he’s doing anything, even simply breathing! He’ll be far from the prettiest dragon, however, with a rough, blocky head and thick extremities, but he doesn’t have to be pretty to get what he wants. Personality Levelheaded, Sophisticated, Respectable, Impartial, Disassociated, Sensible Soheath is a calm, impartial dragon, rarely taking high interest in anything outside his rider. He is the kind of dragon who greets others with respect but will take a conversation no further on his own. It’s not that he doesn’t have the capability for it, he just doesn’t particularly care to his time starting menial conversations. He is blunt and to the point, understanding things for what they are, not what they could be. Soheath is Addy’s truly rational side, the part of him that thinks things through and finds the logical route. He can command others, though he uses neither rousing speeches or a show of muscle. Instead, he simply tells others what he needs of them and expects them to do as commanded. If they fail, he simply ignores them and moves on to someone more capable. He doesn’t believe in violence or raising his voice. Mind-voice My greetings to you and yours. You both appear well.Not overly powerful or blustering, Soheath's voice would be calming and almost gentle, if it wasn't as evenly monotonous as it is... It’s almost as if there is a... nothingness to this Brown’s voice, causing it to be fairly unsettling for anyone who is forced to listen to him, and even his rider, tied to him mentally and emotionally, will be hard pressed to find any meaning whenever his dragon speaks to him. On the other hand, Soheath will never drive another away by causing mental headaches, and even when he's at his angriest he'll never lash out with words the way some dragons will, he merely shuts down... Everyone is spoken to as equals, with the same measure of quiet, semi-interested respect until they do something he doesn't like, and one knows that this dragon doesn't like them because he simply... stops speaking to them... Even his rider won't go without this treatment should he do something Soheath doesn't appreciate, because this Brown can, and will, quit talking completely to teach them a lesson.
Green Trouble
Hates Baths, Deep-sleeper, Troublemaker, Generally friendly, Adventurous
Trouble is the type of flit who truly lives up to her namesake. With a habit of creating destruction and mess everywhere she goes, Addy has his hands full with her. She’s not all bad however. Eager to please, she tries hard to learn and is able to do almost anything Ad’os needs her to do, assuming he’s willing to be patient with her though. Of course, taking a bath is always out of the question.
PetName Trouble Pronunciation Truh-bull Age 3 Turns Type Firelizard Rank Green Size 13 inches Color CodesBase: #003300Markings: # C1FFC1AppearanceTrouble is, if anything, a slippery little flit. She’s just a bit smaller than the average green, though by no means is she the smallest flit out there. She quite streamlined, looking unhealthily skinny at times because of her thin build and stretched features. As if in a weird attempt to make her even more aerodynamic, her limbs are short and naturally sit closer to her body. Her wings seem somewhat unnatural when compared to her body. While they share the same long, thin appearance of her body, her wings seem unnaturally small. Her stamina is lower than most greens because of her need to spend more time flapping to stay airborne. Trouble’s hide is a solid, deep forest green , though because of her generally messy habits it is often splotched with mud, dust, or some other foreign mess. Whether her hide is clean or dirty, it is easy to see the only natural mark on her otherwise solid hide. A line of almost blinding, icy cyan runs down each of her sides, horizontally from nose to tail tip. PersonalityHates baths, Loves Racing, Deep-sleeper, Troublemaker, Friendly Trouble lives up to her namesake in that she always seems to be finding some way to be a thorn in Adarios’ side. She seems to live in two modes, lazing about, and racing. A fun-loving creature, she is often found off on her own instead of with Adarios, though no one knows whether this is because of her adventurous personality or her dislike of Addy’s need to clean. She likes to move fast, often flying alongside or after her large cousins until she is too exhausted to continue. At this point, she usually flies off to find a nook to sleep. When she’s tired, it can be pretty difficult to move her, and often difficult to even wake her up. She has a strange love of mud, much to Addy’s annoyance, and can usually be seen with dried mud caked on her hide. She hates baths, and will blink between if it means getting away from one. The only times you can tempt her into taking a bath is when she’s dead asleep, or, now that she’s matured, during a short period of time before a flight. When it comes to other people and creatures, Trouble doesn’t go out of her way to get attention; she’ll accept it if given, though only if the person doesn’t show any signs of wanting to clean her.
Lazuli Atla
Friendly, Gentle, Sweet, Playful
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Name: Atla Pronunciation: At-lah Age: Hatchling Type: Fire Lizard Rank: Lazuli Size: 13 inches at full size Color Codes: f6f8f9, 1f65a8, 36435fAppearance:At first glance, one might think this little flit is a blue, but the bright silver colour that runs through her hide gives her an almost metallic look. Her hide is predominantly a deep, sky blue. The colour grows steadily darker as it gets to her body until it is a dark, steel blue. The silver colour that marks her as a Lazuli covers her hide in seemingly random markings and veins of colour on her face, neck, legs, tail and the tips of her wings. Despite her somewhat shiny colour, she is no queen. She is quite small, not much larger than whites and the occasional green. Her form is quite feminine, with a smooth curviness that makes her look agile and swift. Her wings are thin, causing her to tire quickly in flight, but while she is in the air, she is a sight to behold with the sun glinting off the silver of her hide. Personality:Friendly, Gentle, Sweet, Playful Clutch:Magical Wonders Clutch – Kiss the Girl Egg Gold Aries x Bronze Jax Relationships and ThoughtsAd'os:Relationships:| Name | Description | | Akilu | Another girl he found on search. He still feels guilty around her for initially ignoring her on search. He highy respects her, both for her bravery and personality, and he ability to put up with Sakalas! | | Alyara | He definitely considers Ara to be a good friend of his. He feels a little nervous around her ever since Avirith’s Flight. | | Kierah | An old friend of sorts, Addy feels like he’s known her forever and would trust her with his life. | | Sakalas | One of the girls he found on search. He thinks she‘s a tad eccentric, and sometimes wants to just sit her down and clean her up, but deep down he’s quite fond of her and hopes she impresses. |
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SoheathRelationships:| Name | Description | | Akilu | Soheath sees something in her, though even Addy himself doesn’t quite know what it is about her. Akilu is one of the few people who have had the brown speak directly to them (excluding general candidates). | | Daedra | A fellow wingrider. | | S'bel | His Wingleader | | Solarith | If his memory was better he’d likely dislike the bronze because of the events of Avirith’s flight. |
| Soheath, due to his inexperience, doesn't have full control of his emotions during Flights, and has a bit of a meanstreak in the air. |
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Post by Zirin on Jul 3, 2011 11:17:22 GMT -5
Dual Candidate Yufa
Flit Epidote Cassim More of Lark's Awesomeness: 
Gentle, Proper, Polite, Demure, Untrusting
Daughter of a Steward at Apollo Hold, Yufa was raised to be poised and proper, traits that she pulls off well. She dresses well, speaks with respect and submissiveness, and never tries to pull too much attention to herself. She has a love for healing and was an apprentice healer, though she is currently a candidate. Her dream is to one day learn enough healing to work on both people and dragons. She is very close to U’wa, her brother.
Name: Yufa
Pronunciation: You-fa
Age: 17
Birth Season: Summer
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Appearance:
Hair: Wavy, Aubern
Eyes: Hazel
Height:5’5’’
Yufa is Hold girl through and through. Raised with by her father with the intent to marry her off, Yufa has grown with strict rules. Always poised and proper, Yufa carries herself with the grace and elegance that is normally expected of a Lord’s daughter. She is average as far as her weight goes, though one would think she is skinny though that is only because she wears corsets to maintain the proper weight. At five foot five, she is taller than some girls are without being unnaturally so.
Her naturally wavy, auburn hair is always tied up in elaborate styles, though never overbearing. Her bright hazel eyes; mostly brown with the tiniest hint of green, show a will and determination that doesn’t seem evident in the rest of her. She generally holds herself in a demure pose, feigning submissiveness and weakness. This guise is something that only appears in public, however. When on her own, or with her brother U’wa, a different side of her can be seen; one that is strong, confident, and always planning. Her hair during these times is kept loose and falls to her lower back.
Regardless of her company, Yufa always moves with quiet grace, each step careful and soft since a proper lady makes no noise. Regardless of the task she is doing, this young woman always wears dresses or skirts of some sort. It is only her footwear that truly changes to match whatever she needs to do. She generally wears pale earthy tones and soft reds, though she truly prefers blues. No matter her outfit, she always wears a simple, silver anklet; a present from her late mother.
Personality:
Gentle, Proper,Loving, Polite, Demure, Confident
Untrusting, Nervous around some men, Can be rebellious
Yufa has been trained to be a proper lady since she was old enough to walk. In the presence of others, she is calm, poised and submissive. She simply accepts her position in life, nothing more to it. Others might say she is dignified and proper, always doing what she is told and following the rules. However, if she is alone, or with her brother, a different side of her can be seen. No longer submissive, she is confident, self-aware and sure that she can do anything, or at least anything she needs to do to keep her loved ones safe. However, she knows her limitations. She knows she is a weak girl, with no leadership skills and no ability to give good speeches, but if it meant saving U’wa, or someone she loved equally, then she would try to devise a plan to help them.
Regardless of her company, Yufa always has, and always will be a loving, caring individual. She loves healing, adores easing the pain in others, even though she is still a beginner. Sadly, she doesn’t trust other’s very easily, fearing anyone could somehow betray her and lead their father to her and her brother. Because of that man, Yufa has a tendency to be nervous around larger or controlling men.
Family:
Father – Dyfahlen, 40, ex-Steward (Apollo Hold)
Mother – Yumela, Deceased
Brother – U’wa, 12, Weyrling of Green Peniath
Location: Trelis Weyr (Born in Apollo Hold)
Rank: Apprentice Healer
History:
Yufa was the first-born child to Apollo Hold’s Steward Dyfahlen and his wife Yumela. Born in the hold, she was expected to be a perfect lady from the time she was old enough to walk. Her mother, often sick and weak, taught her the rules, day by day, with the assistance of a nursemaid. By the time she was four, Yufa was already walking and behaving like a proper holder girl, though she despised every minute of it and would oftentimes rebel. Each attempt she made resulted in punishment of varying severities. She eventually learned the hard way that she needed to give in and her goal in life became simple; avoid being beaten.
Her life and goals changed drastically after the birth of her only baby brother, Uwahlen. With him, she suddenly had someone she could have power over, someone she could control in a world where she could not be who she wanted to be. Yet, as he grew and she saw the horror that he had to live through, she realized there was something more important in her life than herself and she swore to protect the weak little boy. As Uwahlen grew meeker, Yufa grew stronger. She complied with what her father wanted, training to become a perfect woman when she was in his presence, but when it was just her and Uwahlen, things changed. She would change out of the restricting, proper garments and talk with her brother as he cried himself to sleep at night. Eventually, the mindless talking changed into stories; she always hoped he would be too distracted by the stories to feel the pain. It worked for a short while, but before long, the beatings got worse and the stories were not enough.
In her twelfth turn, she asked her father is she could apprentice into healing. The idea was rejected quickly and she was punished for ‘going against her father’s wishes’. Regardless, she began looking in on the infirmary, learning from observation and sometimes she would ask the healer’s questions. However, she never stayed for too long, hoping to avoid having her father find out. At night, she used the knowledge she was slowly acquiring to patch up her brother’s wounds and quickly discovered that she had passion and a knack for the craft. Between the times spent learning healing and dealing with her father, Yufa soon found life was becoming more tolerable.
After telling their mother about Uwahlen’s love of dragons, Yufa, now sixteen, was pleased to see their mother was taking the boy to see a hatching, though when Yumela fell sick and passed away, and their father became more vicious, Yufa felt eternally guilty. After her brother healed from the wounds gained from his father’s worst beating, Yufa and Uwahlen were taken in by a lower caverns woman, though it did not stop Dyfahlen from making his children’s lives a living hell. Swearing to get her brother away from the awful man, Yufa devised a plan. When news of a new clutch reached the Hold, Yufa took her brother out of the Hold, and together they stowed away in a caravan and slowly made their way to Trelis Weyr. They made it with time to spare before the hatching and soon it was time for them both to stand for Loraketh’s first clutch. Though she was proud to watch her brother impress, the fact she was still a normal person seemed to create a rift between them. With his dragon, he no longer needed to depend on her for saving, and the knowledge of that somehow stung. With nothing else to do, she finally managed to apprentice under one of the Weyr’s local healers.
Now, the time for another hatching draws nearer, though this time it is a wher clutch, and while Yufa has no fondness for the ugly beasts, she is standing out of pure rebellion to her father.
Yufa was pleased to attend Trelis' Spring Gather, where she received a surprising baby from a flit egg she obtained from Gold Aries' clutch. Cassim, an Epidote, the first of his kind, impressed to her. Time seemed to move quickly after that. With first the gather attack, then children being stolen away, the air never seemed to calm at Trelis. Then suddenly, the morning of the hatching arrived, and, prim and proper, Yufa walked on to the sands for her second attempt. The events of the hatching were anything but expected. Yufa walked on to the sands hoping she would impress to a blue or green, and walked off bleeding, followed by Garnet Braymoth. Now a weyrling, Yufa has to try to reign in her bondmate's aggressive behaviour if she hopes to live to graduation.
Weyrling training is, thus far, interesting for the pair, with Yufa often showing up or leaving with new injuries and bruises. She's surviving though. Admitting she needed more help dealing with the Garnet, she decided to add another fire lizard to the fair when the opportunity arose at the Fall Gather. Brown Javor joined the party!
Craft: Healer
Rank: Apprentice
Strengths: Stitches, General first aid, dealing with patients
Weaknesses: Advanced techniques, broken bones
Epidote Cassim
Clever, Confident, Witty, Proud
Cassim is a 'stay-in-the-shadows' type of flit. Intelligent and crafty, Cassim likes to watch the world from Yufa's shoulder. He is quite clever for a hatchling, and Yufa is having an easy time training him to do whatever she wants. One thing she is having trouble training out of him is his love of shiny things - alove that has, on occasion, caused him to steal unguarded trinkets.
PetName: Cassim Pronunciation: Cah-seem Age: Hatchling Type: Fire Lizard Rank: Epidote Size: 23 Inches at full size Color Codes: Body: 282a16, 959b30Markings: 63562c, 38413cAppearance:Cassim is rather more snakelike than most flits. Long and thin, though not completely unmuscular, Cassim knows his strengths and weaknesses and will quickly learn how to use his body shape to his advantage. Both in the air and on the ground, Cassim will move with sneaky, almost subtle movements, and he will have a knack for keeping his movements hidden in the shadows when he needs to. Despite his size, he has a tendency to hold his head high; always confident and proud of who he is. The first of his kind, Cassim is a sight to behold. Though his colours are not flashy or bright, the interesting mixture of browns and grays on his otherwise green hide tend to cause him to stand out from the more common and well known colours. His head and right foreleg are covered in strips of a yellow-tinged brown. The colour appears again on his wings and a single, large stripe on his tail. His left foreleg and right hind foot are bluish gray. There is a large, messy marking of blue-gray on his chest and wing as well. Personality:Proud, Confident, Clever, Witty, at times kind Has a slight obsession with gold-coloured objects Clutch: Magical Wonders Clutch – The 40 Thieves Egg Gold Aries x Bronze Jax
Brown Javor
Picky, scaredy-cat, impatient
Impressed at the fall gather, Javor (Dzah-vor), is the second fire lizard to join Yufa's little fair. An incredibly picky brown with oversized wings, this big boy will throw a hissy fit if things don't go his way.  Name: Javor Pronunciation: Jah-vor (The J like the j in Je (french)) Age: Hatchling Type: Fire Lizard Rank: Brown Size:Colour Codes9D5A39, E6AC7B, 9A002CAppearance:This brown flit is as large as a brown can get. That's not the best part, the best part is that his wings are two sizes to big for him, and will stay that way through out his life. His hide is a rather solid maple brown colour, with hints of light tan and red strewn throughout. Personality:The Maple Leaf brown is a very, very picky firelizard. If things aren't just right, he throws a temper-tantrum until their fixed. He acts all big and bad, but in all reality he's a scaredy-cat at heart. Just about anything can scare this large male. Even the tiniest noise can make him jump, and try to hide. He is also very impatient, and doesn't like to be made to wait for anything, or anyone. That's the other thing that can send this firelizard into a tizzy. Clutch: Fall Gather Clutch - Wild Gold x Wild Bronze (Fall I1T197)
Garnet Braymoth
Makes lots of friends, quite intelligent, outgoing, personable, malicious, manipulative, cunning, subtle
Braymoth, the garnet that broke the mold. Who would have expected this somewhat vicious creature to attach itself to the gentle, poised Yufa! It sure has created a fair bit of gossip anyway. As far as garnets go though, Braymoth is not as vicious as most, prefer to think first and attack later.
DragonName Braymoth Pronunciation Bray (As in Brave) - moth Age 0 Type Dragon Rank Garnet Size 38 Feet at Full size (Currently 7.6) Color Codes Base: d41804Belly/Tail: f19c93Markings: 390000Appearance At thirty eight feet, Braymoth is among the larger garnets, though his build is quite slender. His neck and tail are both long and snake like, making him seem larger than he actually is. His limbs, while slender, are on the shorter side. His head and wings are both slender, and angled. Like many of his kind, his hide is a bright, blood red, something he takes great joy in. Reaching from just below his jaws to almost his entire tail, is a somewhat soft, pink colour (though if you ask him he will vehemently deny the name pink and claim it is simply ‘light red’ and then proceed to bite you). His wings are edged with a deep red. His front legs both had rings of the same deep red, beginning near his elbows and spreading out, like ripples in water. Personality Makes lots of friends, quite intelligent, outgoing, personable, malicious, manipulative, cunning, subtleWIP Mind-voice YufaMine...I like the taste of your blood. Odd, but...exquisite..His voice is strange, that’s for sure. Each note rolls off the tongue as if he is purring, a sound meant to lure you into false pretenses of friendliness. Often punctuated with pauses as if he is contemplating something. While his voice may sound kind, even flattering at times, beneath the friendly, purring sound is something much more… sinister. Egg:Hatching Scene:Clutch Gold Maelath x Bronze Solarith
Relationships and ThoughtsYufa:Relationships:| Name | Description | | Peniath | Her brother's dragons. She enjoys the green's company. | | Petal | Her roommate during candidacy. So far, they seem to get along. | | Braymoth | Her own dragon. Currently, Yufa is quite afraid of the beast, and worried for her fellow weyrmates. Yet, beneath the fear is an undying love. | | Iirla | Izanycorth's rider and future Jr. WW. To Yufa, she is akind of like a knight in shining armor. She will likely never forget Iirla's kindness on the hatching sands. |
Braymoth:Relationships:| Name | Description | | Chahaturth | The topaz from the same clutch as him. Braymoth hasn't had much interaction with her yet, but wants to be on her good side as a Topaz would make a powerful ally. | | Izanycorth | His golden clutchsister. He has a certain fondness for her, though whether it is for who she is, or the fact that golds are the most powerful dragon in the Weyr, is yet unknown. | | Kelath | His bronze clutchbrother. He sees the bronze as just that, a bronze who is trying to get in his way. He doesn't necessarily dislike the other male, but there is no fondness. |
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Post by Zirin on Jul 4, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
Wher Candidate Korvin
Canines Boar and Gray Wher Candidate Korvin
Independent, Disrespectful, Sarcastic, Untrusting, Antisocial
As a hunter, Korvin learned to expect the unexpected and stay forever perched on the tips of his toes, ready to move at a moments notice. Untrusting and antisocial since the day his brother betrayed his family, Korvin is having a hard time adjusting to Weyr life, but stays because he wants to get a wher to use for hunting. Little does he know that once he impresses, he is bound to the Weyr. His lack of knowledge of the way things work in the Weyr has made him edgy.
Name: Korvin
Pronunciation: Core-vin
Age: 20
Birth Season: Spring
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual but leans towards females
Appearance:
Hair:Stringy, oily, black
Eyes: Green
Height:5’8
Korvin is, to say the least, a greasy fellow. His black hair, shiny, stringy and parted directly in the middle, reaches just past his ears in straight, un-kept strands. His bangs usually hang in front of his eyes, though if he’s concentrating on something they may be tucked behind his ears. His skin is oily, rarely tanned and usually covered in smudges of mud or dirt. He has a large, hooked nose and thin lips that are usually set in a scowl. His deep, green eyes, full of loathing and a bit of ego, are usually narrowed, shadowed by his somewhat thick eyebrows.
Despite his lifestyle, he is shockingly thin. His muscles are well defined, but small; strong enough to do what he needs to do and nothing more. He has a number of small scars over his body from childhood fights. He has two long scars on his side, a trophy from his only attempt on the southern wild felines. The rest of his frame is well proportioned, just the right thickness for his five foot eight height. Korvin tends to wear darker colours, occasionally in browns and greens but usually in black. His clothing is always practical.
Despite his usual appearance, Korvin can be somewhat attractive when he cleans up, though that is rare in itself. He has gather clothes, though again they lean towards more practical than formal, and are generally black.
Personality:
Determined, Independent, Loyal to the people he cares deeply for,
Disrespectful, Untrusting, Poor manners, Sarcastic
Korvin is the type of person you don’t want to get involved with. Rude, ignorant and a bit obnoxious, Korvin thinks of him and him alone. If you speak to him, be prepared to be belittled or ignored, no matter who you are. Until you earn his respect, he won’t give a damn who you are. He tends to deal with people using blunt comments or sarcasm. This has a tendency to get him into trouble, as his life in the Weyr now requires him to be respectful of those who outrank him. Due to this, he tends to stick to himself, keeping company only with his dogs whenever possible. He hates appearing weak, and no matter the odds he will avoid asking for or accepting assistance from anyone. His canines are the only exception, as he sees them as an extension of himself. This hatred of weakness extends to others as well. He hates weak and happy-go-lucky people, believing they are too naïve of the real world to be of any use to anyone.
He loves the dark, loves the ability to blend into the shadows of the night and loves testing his skills by hunting and exploring the area around the Weyr at night. Strangely enough, he has a soft spot for the young of any species, including humans, as it is the only time in life when innocence and naivety is ok. The only other type of person he feels anything for is, oddly enough, anyone who successfully dominates him, either mentally, physically or sexually.
Korvin is also quite the drunk, enjoying wine and drink to the fullest. When he drinks enough, he has a strange tendency to become friendly, cuddly even, and is one of the few times he is ever truly approachable. Never let him drink too much, however, because once he passes a certain amount in his system, he tends to become emotional and violent.
He has also speaks with an accent.
Family:
Parents – Deceased
Brothers – Xandrikor and Xadrev- Deceased
Brothers – Naldrin, 16 and Venton, 9 – Location Unknown, both assumed deceased
Sisters – Zinxa, 18 and Dreiki, 13 – Location Unknown, both assumed deceased
Location: Trelis Weyr (Born in a cothold south of the weyr)
Rank: Wher candidate
History:
Korvin was the second of seven children born to Xadrion and Vioneli, leaders of a medium sized band of nomadic hunters. The group was made up of a small number of family groups, each of which had skills in hunting, tanning, and carving. The troupe would travel the lands, setting up camp in a location that would be their home for a couple weeks, long enough to preserve the meat and hides of their kills. The materials they collected were sold at Hold gathers in order to gain the marks they needed to bring in new canines, materials and the occasional packbeast that were used to pull the caravans. Siblings were born to the family over a number of years. From the time Korvin and his siblings were old enough to walk, they began learning how to recognize animal tracks and signs, though Korvin never had much luck with it. They also began learning to wield the bows and crossbows that their group were known to use.
As he grew older, he spent time equally with both his father and mother. With his father, he practiced hunting, shooting, and understanding the hunting canines they used. With his mother, he learned first how to raise the pups, then eventually how to train them to be hunting or guard dogs, and the differences in each. He took an instant love to bother and waited anxiously for the day he would be considered old enough to raise and train his first personal canine partner. The day finally came on his seventh turn, when he was allowed to pick a pup from his mother’s canine’s recent litter. He picked a bulky, stamina heavy male, whom he named Bull. He tried his best to train the pup, and though it wasn’t the most well trained, it did the job it was needed for well enough, showing a prowess for tracking scents.
As time went on, Korvin and Bull began joining the hunters more often and was excited to hunt alongside his elder brother, Xandrikor, who was a bit of an idol for the young boy, since Xand showed a knack for one hit kills. When he was thirteen, his younger brother Xadrev raised his first dog, a large brown and black male named Boar. Unlike Bull, Boar was raised to be a guard dog, and though he could be used for hunting, he was trained to be protective of their homes and people. He ended up being more vicious and territorial than most of the troupe preferred, but Boar showed a deep love for both Xadrev and Korvin and was very protective of them both. Turns passed without anything too exciting happening, and Korvin began trying his luck at night hunting, finding the experience to be an exhilarating new challenge. His parents weren’t fond of his new hobby, but with both Bull and Boar often accompanying him, they felt he was safe enough. Tracking became easier for Korvin as he learned to trust his canine companions. Eventually Xadrev began to join the night hunts and one night he went out alone and came back covered in deep gashes, Boar showed a number of gashes as well. Xadrev didn’t survive the night.
With his owner gone, Boar was adopted by Korvin, since he was the only one with any control over the dog. However, even he had a hard time when Boar was near his eldest brother, and Bull began showing the same distrust. Unsure of why the canines were behaving that way, Korvin passed off the behavior as a side effect of his brother’s death. A mistake he regrets to this day.
It was less than a Turn later that IT happened. Korvin had been banned from his night hunts, his parents fearing he would die like his younger brother had. Yet, the daylight lifestyle didn’t suit him, and almost a Turn after the death, Korvin snuck out. He had not been gone long when Bull and Boar suddenly became nervous, and moments later, the air was filled with screams. He ran back to the campsite, horrified to find everything in flames. He called desperately for his family as the dogs paced the perimeter. The he saw his eldest brother watching from the tree line. Help! He had called, but his brother simply turned away. Korvin chased after him, calling for him to help. Eventually his brother turned around and told him the truth. HE had set the fire, to escape the wretched, traditional lifestyle of the camp. He wanted to be a rider, but a witness would make that difficult. Xandrikor pulled his crossbow on them. It became a fight as Bull launched himself at Xandrikor to protect his master. Korvin was forced to watch as his dog ripped out the throat of the brother he had loved most. The dog, wounded from the fight, passed away.
Korvin stayed by the camp after that until the fires had burned down enough for him to scavenge the camp for the materials he would need to survive. It was while he was scavenging that he found a slightly smoky, three month old pup, likely the only survivor, hidden underneath one of the less burnt caravans. He named the skittish pup Gray and took her with him. He spent a few days loitering around the site, hoping someone would come back, though the only life that returned was one of the mules. Realizing he needed to leave if he was to live, he took the mule and his dogs and left. He spent the next two turns surviving on his own, training Gray as he went. He began sneaking into gathers with the low quality hides he was able to salvage from his kills, and it was there that he first learned of whers; the powerful, night beasts of the Weyrs. Interested by the idea of an animal more powerful than his canines, he decided to make his way to Trelis, bartering his mule off for passage on a ship to the island.
Now, completely unaware of how Weyrlife works and with no knowledge of whers other than that they are powerful, Korvin must learn to recognize his place in his new home in time to stand.
Craft: Hunter
Ranking: N/A
Strength: Large animals, crossbows, hunting alone, some simple tanning
Weaknesses: Snares, tracking, group hunts, felines, making hunting tools
Boar - Male
Territorial, Aggressive, Loyal
Once his brother’s dog, Boar was adopted by Korvin when his owner passed away. Vicious, territorial, and prone to barking, this canine makes an excellent guard dog, and his love of chasing makes him an asset in any hunt. Though he is aggressive towards strangers, he is actually very loyal to anyone who manages to make it into his ‘pack’.
Gray - Female
Quiet, Submissive, Intelligent
Fearful and quiet since the day she almost died in a fire, Gray has made an excellent addition to Korvin’s team. Where Boar is loud and aggressive, Gray is quiet and patient. Well trained to track, this canine can find almost anything anywhere if she has a scent to follow. Due to her submissive nature, Gray has more freedom than Boar.
Pets: Name: Boar Age: 7 Gender: Male Type: Canine Size: Medium-Large Dog Color Codes: Base: 764121Belly: e2c192Marking: 1c1c25Personality: Boar is territorial, no ifs ands or buts. This big boy will claim something as his own and protect it to the death. He is snarly, vicious, and prone to attacking anyone or anything that comes into his home, though thankfully he only considers the room he lives in as his territory. He is incredibly loyal, never letting harm come to his owner or Gray, his pack mate. Becoming part of this German Shepherd type canine's pack is tough, but once you do, you’ll find a loving, life-long, friend. There are a number of scars on Boars hind legs and side, from a battle with a southern feline. Boar always wears a black-coloured strip of hide around his neck, which his owner uses to chain him when he has to do non-hunting tasks. Name: Gray Age: 2 Gender: Female Type: Canine Size: Medium Dog Colour Codes: Base: 343737Belly: b8c2c1 Marking: 8a6130Personality: Unlike Boar, Gray is much more of a pet than a working canine. Where he is noisy and aggressive, she is quiet and submissive. Friendly and intelligent, she has a fair bit more freedom than Boar, as she won’t attack strangers unless they show aggression towards her owner. She is overall shy, requiring patience in order to gain her trust. She is a rather dependant canine and has a habit of following Boar around. She is a fair bit smaller than Boar, though still in the medium size range, and wears a light blue strip of hide around her neck. Unlike Boar, however, the collar is usually not used to chain her up, as she never strays far from Boar.
Wher Preference: Honestly, I have no idea! Any colour at all would work. As for mauling, be as vicious as you like, he has a pretty high pain tolerance. As long as he’s able to keep standing, it’s all good.
Relationships and ThoughtsKorvin:Relationships:| Name | Description | | Abetzi | Korvin isn’t quite sure what to think of her. He dislikes her friendly behavior, but he respects her fearlessness and intelligence, though he‘d never tell her that. | | Loba | He doesn’t even like thinking her name. He dislikes her carefree attitude. The fact she called him ‘Young One’ doesn’t help at all. | | Naomi | To say they have a normal relationship is... quite the understatement. Originally he hated her, then he held a grudging respect for her, but now after the forest incident, he's not quite sure what to think of her. One thing he does know: she is one strange woman! |
| He has an ‘accent’. Usually sounds like he’s slurring his words or leaving out letters. | | He's really inept when it comes to relationships of any kind and doesn't know how to respond to romantic situations of any kind! | | He can't handle alcohol. At all. If he does happen to injest some, it takes very little to turn him into a cuddly, giggly drunk |
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Post by Zirin on Jul 30, 2011 20:55:43 GMT -5
Weyrling V'koi of Opal Panyth
Flit Brown Aedion 
Curious, Adventurous, Fearless, Out-going, Nosy
The boy with a million questions. Vek is a curious young man with a love for knowledge and adventure. With three members of his family successfully impressing a draconic species, Vek figured it was time he gave it a shot as well.
Name: Vekoiyev (V�koi)
Pronunciation: VEH-Koi-yeh-v (Vuh-koi)
Age: 15
Turnday: Autumn, Turn 182
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Though that could change one day)
Appearance:
Hair:Fark brown (almost black)
Eyes: Sandy brown
Height:5’4’’
Place Vekoiyev in the bathing caverns and he would more than likely blend in with everyone around him. He is roughly average height for his age, standing just below his peers, though one would never know without having him stand back to back with others. To say his hair is black would be a lie, its actually a very dark brown, so dark that it looks black except when in direct sunlight. He keeps it in a rather intriguing style. Short in the front, and gradually longer as it gets to the back, he only ever lets the longest part reach just above his shoulders. Due to growing up in the Igen deserts, Vekoiyev has a dark tan, though it sometimes shows hints of red from sunburns. For a boy his age, his muscle structure is pretty average. He has built up some muscles from his chores and the time he spends climbing and exploring, but he is by no means buff; simply healthy and fit. If you were to ask Vek what his most unique feature is, he would quickly say his eyes. A very light brown, almost the colour of sand itself, his eyes are always wide and full of curiosity.
Though Vek says his eyes are his unique point, it is actually his clothing that sets him apart from his friends and relatives. Though his clothing style is normal by Igen standards - light, airy fabrics and robes to protect against the desert sun - it is Vek�s choice in colours that make people turn their heads his way, not to mention the clothing itself is rather unusual to see anywhere outside the Igen deserts. He�s tried to change clothing styles, but he hates the constricting feeling of regular work clothing. Never favouring one colour over another, Vek avoids wearing only one colour at a time. This of course means the boy ends up running around wearing multiple layers despite the heat, and each layer is always a different colour. More often than not, the colours also clash. To make matters even worse, Vekoiyev has a love of beads and beadwork, and uses any excuse to accessories with them. Hair, clothing even pets can quickly find themselves decorated with coloured beads.
Vek loves to explore. As such, his body is covered in �trophies� from his adventures. Cuts, scars, sand-burns and the occasional smudge of dirt are all souvenirs of his adventures. He is also missing a tooth, though he has no idea where he lost it. He�s a bit of a fidgety fellow; he has a hard time standing or sitting still for more than a few moments. It is a rare sight to see this guy not pacing, fidgeting or fiddling with something.
Personality:
What�s this?
In here they�ve got a little tree, how queer.
And who would ever think
And why? - The Nightmare Before Christmas
Curious, Adventurous, Fearless, Friendly, Out-going, optimistic
Nosy, Short Attention Span, Na�ve, Can be a gossip,
Vekoiyev is, in a word, curious. He loves everything about the world around him, and loves nothing more than learning something new. Left to his own devices as a child, Vek has a free spirit and he has a hard time conforming to any rules given to him, though he tries for the sake of knowledge. He loves spending time outside, climbing and exploring the land and its wonders. He is easily impressed or distracted by new things causing him to jump between topics or discoveries often, and as such has a short attention span that causes him to lose interest in repetitive tasks. On the bright side, he likes doing anything that involves hands-on work, which means chores are a breeze (if he�s not too bored to do them) but anything involving records or studying are hard for him.
Vek loves to talk, or more specifically, ask questions, which many people find annoying. Though he loves learning things about the people he meets, his desire to know as much as possible about them causes him to ask many questions, often without enough time to answer them in between. He can get so caught up in his questions sometimes that he can ever forget the original question that started his ramble. Vek�s naivety can often get him into trouble, as he hasn�t yet caught on to what type of personal matters he shouldn�t be asking about.
Vek has a tendency to let his curiosity get the better of him, resulting in a young boy who is, essentially, fearless. An act-first-think-later type, Vekoiyev is not afraid to charge headfirst into anything, which has resulted in numerous small injuries in the past. Curious nature aside, Vek is a pretty average hold boy. Intelligent, friendly and optimistic, he�s quite the people person and cherishes the friends he has. It is near impossible to see him in a sour mood of any kind, as even poor experiences are treated as forms of knowledge.
Family:
Father: Yevinek, 45(T152), handler of Green Yevinsk (Ista Hold)
Mother: Akoi, 40 (T157), Apprentice Healer (Ista Hold)
Sister: Noira, 18 (T179), Handler of Blue Noisk (Ista Weyr)
Brother: N�rel, 22 (T175), rider of blue Dyth (Ista Weyr)
Brother: Kevilin, 21 (T174), Wherry Farmer (small hold near Igen)
Location: Ista Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate
History:
Vekoiyev was born to a small hold located in the deserts of Igen. His parents loved each other, though their marriage had originally been an arranged marriage. His father, wher handler Yevinek, and mother, healer Akoi, had three other children before Vek; Noira, Navoinrel and Kevilin. Being the youngest child, Vekoiyev had a rather easy childhood, his parents spent most of their attention on the eldest children. By no means was Vek ignored, he received the love he needed, but his life was not as strict as his siblings� lives had been.
By the time Vek was seven Turns old, he had already discovered a love for exploring, fuelled by the free lifestyle he had. One day, while the family was visiting the main Hold, Vek went out exploring and happened upon a wild flit�s clutch and managed to entice one of the brown hatchlings to him. Naming the flit Aedion, he was pleased to discover that the creature was just as curious about the world as he was. The two naturally became an adventuring pair. While at the Hold, his eldest brother Navoinrel was searched for a clutch at Igen Weyr. Vek was sad to see his favourite sibling leave, but life continued on as normal.
Three turns passed before he saw his brother again, though now he was N�rel of blue Dyth. Those three turns were not eventless however. During those years, Vek began normal Hold lessons with the local harper and found he was interested in the man�s skill with instruments. Though he took the most pleasure in the stories the harper told about the world, Vek discovered that he also took pleasure in playing the pipes, and set about learning with a fervour his parents hadn�t seen before. Pleased at the idea that their son had already found a craft to be interested in, they hinted at the boy learning the other instruments and theory that the harper had to offer. Yet, Vek had other plans. He wanted to learn the pipes, as he loved the sound, but his interest in the Harper craft ended there, and once he believed he had learned to play the pipes enough, his visits to the harper lessened. He still attends classes occasionally to practice, but his love returned to exploring.
In his eleventh turn, Vek�s life suddenly changed. His father received a large injury, which quickly festered, while defending the small hold from raiders. Though Akoi did all she could to heal him, the wound was too large for her skill. She had, after all, learned her healing from her mother, not a Master. Fearing for the life of Yevinek, the family sought transportation from N�rel, who took them to Igen Hold to see the master healer there. With his condition stabilized, the family saw a slow, but obvious improvement in Yevineks�s health, and for a time they stayed at Igen to let him heal. Vek took the opportunity to explore the area more thoroughly, but he quickly grew bored with it; he had seen it before when he found Aedion. Once Yevinek was well enough to travel again, the healer suggested they transfer him to Ista, where the climate would be much better for his health, and soon the family found themselves at Ista Hold, though his other brother, Kevilin, returned to their home hold. During the worst part of Yevinek�s illness, Vek�s sister Noira had taken up care of his father�s green wher Yevinsk, and she quickly fell in love with the creatures. She learned of a clutch at the Weyr, and happily moved onto the Weyr to become a candidate, and eventual handler of Blue Noisk.
Vek loved Ista Hold and spent all of his free time exploring and adventuring, even though his parents egged him into looking into the various crafts, since he was the only child who hadn�t found his calling in life yet. Though he hated it, Vek started spending time with the various journeymen at Ista, learning bits and pieces of crafts from each one, but he was unable to commit himself to any one. Secretly, he wanted to follow in his brother�s footsteps and become a dragon candidate, partly to experience the wonders of dragons, and partly to escape the stifling expectations of Hold life.
The opportunity finally arrived just before his fifteenth turnday. Searched for a clutch at Ista Weyr, Vek happily took up the offer and became a candidate at the Weyr. With two siblings now at Ista, N�rel also managed to be transferred to Ista in the hoeps of looking after his youngest brother. In what seemed like a heartbeat, the clutch came and went, leaving the young boy on the sands, but Vek was not sad. The Weyr allowed him to have the free life he longed for, and when he failed to impress he simply returned to exploring, though he often accompanied Weyrfolk on their ventures to gather plants and materials, since he was now partly responsible for taking care of himself, though both brother and sister helped him when he needed it. Now, between gathering and exploring, Vek waits anxiously for the next clutch to arrive. Then, before he knew it, his world was turned upside down. Woken by a voice in the middle of the night, he and a few other candidates were transported to a secret island where they discovered an Obsidian chained and protecting some soon to hatch eggs. Of the sixe eggs, only one didn't impress. That night, Vekoiyev became V'koi of Opal Panyth. Within a few weeks, he and the other weyrlings had been transported away from Ista to the safety of Trelis, just in time to see Maelath's clutch!
Brown Aedion
A boxy little flit who shares his human�s love of adventure. He is curious about everything, though on a smaller scale then Vek , and loves to send His images of the things he finds. He is rather silent, as far as flits go, choosing physical movements over sounds to show his emotions.
Pet
Name: Aedion
Pronunciation: A-D-on
Age: 8 Turns (T189)
Type: Fire Lizard
Rank: Brown
Size: 25 Inches
Color Codes:
Body: 603311
Markigns: CD6600
Personality/Appearance:
Dion is a boxy little fellow, his features are not as smooth and graceful as many of his brethren, and coupled with his small size, he looks quite humorous. His hide is a soft but dark brown and is rather solid across his body. The only markings he has are on his paws and neck. Reaching from his tows to his wrists and ankles are sock-like markings in a dull orange-brown. The same colour appears in a very thin band on his neck, just below his head. He wears a simple, orange-coloured bead harness that was made to resemble miniature riding straps
Like his human partner, Aedion is curious about everything, though he is by no means as noisy as Vekoiyev is. Preferring to silently observe, Aedion is more likely to ruffle his wings and swish his tail than chirp and trill about a discovery. He loves sending His images of the things, people, and creatures he finds. He sometimes thinks he is smaller than he actually is, and has gotten himself stuck somewhere on more than one occasion.
Opal Panyth
Speaks in riddles, always optimistic... in a pessimistic way, the silent gester, likes to be in the shadows
The first Opal, and a ‘shining’ example of his colour. With a hide that looks more like a rainbow than a dragon, he’s quite the eye catcher, though he doesn’t necessarily want to be. He has a strange outlook on life, seeing the bright things in a bad light, and while he tries to make positive comments, they often come out in a negative way.
DragonName Panyth Pronunciation Pan-ith Age 0 (Fall, T197) Type Dragon Rank Opal Size 28.9 Feet at Full Size (currently 5.8) Color Codes Rainbow Appearance Panyth is the kind of dragon that makes you do a double take and say “Oh Faranth what is that!?â€. He is an opal in the strongest sense, his white hide showing all the colours of the rainbow in large chunks. Each leg is a different colour, with the bottom and toes being white. His front left leg is purple and the right is orange. Blue and Red colour each of the back legs respectably. His head is mostly green, though a teal colour spreads out beside the green in a large stripe down either side of his neck. The teal reaches down to his back legs, though the green continues to coat the entire tip of his tail. The is a small stripe of green reaching from behind his hind leg to halfway down his tail. The main sail and arm of his wings are also teal, with a blob of whit reaching from his body to almost the edge of the main wing sail. The sails and joints from the portray numerous colours. A purple wing finger lies next to the teal sail, and next to that is a red sail. The following finger is the same deep purple as his leg. The final wing sail is split half and hale, with one part being orange and the other a bright yellow. His final wing finer and thumb are both green, as is the small sail on the front of his wing arm. He is a colourful thing, and will likely be the only Opal as ridiculously colourful as he is, though some might come close. His size, however, is very average, sitting close to the middle of his colour’s range. All in all he seems to be well proportioned, though his wings are a bit longer and thicker than normal and his tail is quite long. Personality Mysterious, Speaks in riddles, Always optimistic...in a pessimistic way, Changes his mind a lot, hates to flirt, likes to be in the shadows, the silent jesterhe's the happy person in the back of the room that will occasionally make a funny comment at just the right time. The rest of the time, you never hear from him. He also is always looking on the bright-side, but from a pessimistic view point. Ex: He will look at something and say, at least it's only this. In reality, he ends up pointing out flaws when he means to praise. WIP Mind-voice Life is short, but at least that means there is less time for pain...though we end in pain.Panyth has quite the interesting voice. It almost seems to echo in your mind, as if listening to the reverberation of his speech instead of his actual voice. Yet, while the voice echoes, at also seems to caress your mind lovingly, gently, in a way that makes it feel like his voice is everywhere, and no where at once. His voice, like his strange colouring, is quite abnormal. Egg:Hatching Scene:Clutch: Plot Clutch: Istan Obsidian * Bronze
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Post by Zirin on Sept 11, 2011 19:00:47 GMT -5
Weyrling Z'nil of Green Anuth --Add Green Flit Noti from Gather clutch (Falling Leaves) Weyrling Z'nil
Hard-worker, gruff, loving, sad
The man who lost his life, Z'nil feels like the world has stolen his most precious things from him. After accidentally impressing green Anuth, Z'nil found himself no longer in the craft he loved, and no longer at home with his wife and child. Only time will tell if he can warm up to his new, unwanted life.
Name: Z'nil (Zebronil)
Pronunciation:Zuh-neel (Zeh-bra-neel)
Age: 25
Turnday: Summer, Turn 172
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Z'nil is a rather large man. With a height of roughly six and a half feet, and a body that is almost pure muscle, he can be quite the intimidating person. Despite being young, he generally keeps his hair shaved so short he looks almost bald. His face, however, has quite a bit of hair. He has a well trimmed beard and mustache and thick eyebrows in a light brown, almost blonde colour. Having spent most of his life dedicating his time to his craft, he has developed large muscles, perfect for heavy lifting and strenuous tasks. His body, generally a pale or lightly tanned colour, is littered with scars of various lengths, old wounds obtained during his apprenticeship. His arms are the worst as far as scarring goes, and because of his clothing choice he often has darkly tanned arms in a 'farmer's tan'-esque colouring. Though his build can be scary, most opinions tend to change after they get a good look at him. With soft, olive green eyes and a friendly, straight smile, it's hard to be afraid of him, in fact, he's really just a big cuddly bear of a man.
He normally wears fitted, sleeveless shirts and sturdy work-pants and boots. He doesn't like having his arms covered as he feels like it lessens his mobility. Due to the warm Trelis weather, he normally wears short Often-times, he'll wears a hat or bandanna of some sort on his head, partly to protect from sunburns, and partly to make sure he doesn't sweat too much while working.
Personality:
Z'nil is a hard working fellow, believing the only way to achieve your goals is to put in an amount of effort equal to the outcome you want. As such, he can sometimes come off as gruff, or mean, to those who are lazy or who have no respect for a good day's work. He is generally down-to-earth, being quite confident in his skills but intelligent to know where his weaknesses lie. However, despite his confidence, he does have a habit of getting nervous when required to do something he has never done before, though once he has tried it once he will generally give it his all for any following attempts. He can be stubborn at times, especially when it comes to defending something, or someone, he believes in.
If there's two things Z'nil is pationate about, its his family and stone - in that order. To Z'nil, nothing in the world is more important than spending time with his wife and daughter, and he is a firm believer in keeping strong bonds with his entire family. He hates the way children grow up in the weyr, parentless and sometimes quite unloved. Now, with the addition of Anuth into his family, Z'nil has suddenly found himself unable to see his family or work with stone, and while Anuth has his unconditional love, he is quite dpressed about the entire ordeal. Alcohol turns this young man into a broken shell of a man, making him spill his woes and worries about his life.
He is also worried that, by not being with his family, they will somehow replace him, and the thought of someone else taking his position as father is slowly eating him from the inside out. He hopes that soon he will be able to at least bring his loved ones to the Weyr. On an unrelated note, Z'nil is afraid of heights and prefers to 'keep his feet on the ground'.
Family:
Father: Nildaron, 52, Woodcrafter at Apollo Hold
Mother: Briele, 49, Healer at Apollo Hold
Brother: Zendor, 30 (T167), Tanner at Sollace Hold
Nephew: Belidor, 13 (T184), Candidate/ Holdbrat
Wife: Lidia, 27, (T170), Baker at Apollo Hold
Daughter: Niteri, 5 (T190), Child at Apollo Hold
Location Born in Apollo Hold, Now at Trelis Weyr
Rank Green Weyrling
Wing/Pack TBD...
History:
Z'nil, born Zebronil in Apollo hold, was the second child of Woodcrafter Nildaron and Healer Briele. From a young age, Zebronil developped a strong bond with his brother Zendor, the older child taking the roll of guardian in place of their busy parents, despite being only five turns older than Zeb. They weren't unloved by their parents though, both mother and father spent time with them when they could, but times were busy at the Hold. As they grew older, and made friends with other local children, they began spending less time with eachother, though their bond did not weaken at all. It was during his childhood that Zeb began to develop an interest in shaping stone.
The turns passed and soon Zeb was nearing the age to begin aprrenticing. His brother had decided to begin his training in tanning early on in Zeb's eleventh turn, and the sudden loss of his brother's company was a bit devastating for the boy. As soon as he hit the age of twelve, he followed his brother to the TannercraftHall, only to discover he hated the craft with a passion. He did however, rediscover his interest in stone while watching a room be hollowed out in the Hall. Within a few months, he had changed instead to the minecraft, hoping he would have better luck there. He had more luck in the new craft, though his teachers knew early on that Zeb had no skill when it came to actually mining the rocks and materials of the craft. During his second year of apprenticeship, one of the teachers had taken notice of his interest in the lessons regarding building or repairs using stone, and quickly suggested that he take extra lessons in those areas. After discovering an natural talent for building, Zeb was taken on as a full time specialized apprentice, focusing only on working with stone after it had been mined. The following turns seemed to fly by as Zeb did everything in his power to learn more about stone and quickly picked up the skills and knowledge offered to him.
Shortly after his nineteenth turn came and went, Zebronil walked the tables to become a journeyman. When a message came in requesting stonemasons to do work at Apollo, Zeb was quick to jump on the idea, ready to go home and see his family once more. Being home was a wonderful time for Zeb, the young man had spent his turns missing his family, especially his brother, greatly, and was ecstatic to be back on the island. Once he had finished the work at Apollo, he took a trip to see his brother, who had found a wife and home at Sollace. He was also excited to finally meet his nephew, and quickly bonded to the young boy.
Zeb met his own love later that turn in a slightly older woman by the name of Lidia. While at first she ignored his advances, the two quickly found themselves head over heels for eachother and after discovering Lidia had become pregnant, the two were quick to marry around Zeb's twentieth turnday. While many thought the young couple wouldn't stay together, the birth of their first, and currently only child Niteri, only brought the two closer. Zeb fell in love with his darling baby girl, and doted on her like crazy, swearing to always be there for her, to love and spend time with her, wanting to be the father his own parents couldn't be. Niteri grew quickly, showing off a natural strength and confidence from a young age, and with every turn the girl lived, her love and adoration for her parents - especially her father - grew greater and greater. Then, five turns after the birth of his duaghter, Zeb's life came crashing down around him.
It all began when he received a message from his brother that Belidor -his nephew- was going to stand for Trelis' newest clutch. Zeb promised to come and watch. The day of the hatching drew nearer, and Zeb prepared to leave, kissing his wife goodbye, then placing a kiss on his daughter's head with the comforting message of 'I'll be back in a week'. When the hatching came around, it was more exhillerating than Zeb had thought it would be, even from the stands, but he was glad he had found a life with stone instead of a dragon. The eggs hatched, one by one, and most found their lifemates, though none went to his nephew. Soon, one of the last eggs hatched, revealing a little green lady who seemed to be unable to find her bonded, and soon she had begun climbing the stands for some reason. Zeb stood as the green moved closer, his muscles tensing as he waited for it to reach them, as he had taken a pose to protect the women and children who were sitting nearby. But the hatchling turned, and Zeb found himself on the ground after being hit by her unguarded tail. As the green turned around to see the damage caused, Zeb found his eyes opening wide in shock and disbelief as her eyes became rainbows of colour, and the unmistakeable feeling of a mind merging with his own overwhelmed him.
Zeb, now Z'nil, suddenly found himself drawn into a world he had never thought about being part of. Torn from his family and home to care for his green Anuth, Z'nil is stuck between feelings of depression and happiness. On one hand, he loves the little dragon dearly, as all riders seem to do, but on the other hand, he hates her for destroying his perfect life, for taking him away from his beloved daughter. Only time will tell how the strange pair will cope with everything.
Craft: Minecraft (Stonemason)
Ranking: Journeyman
Strengths: Expanding existing rooms, building with stone, fixing cracks and support issues, smoothing walls
Weaknesses: Stone furniture, decorative work, ceilings, actual mining
Green Anuth
Perceptive, surprisingly good memory, easily depressed, morose, sneaky, versatile
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DragonName: Anuth Pronunciation: A-nooth Age: Hatchling (Fall, T197) Type: Dragon Rank: Green Size: 24 Feet at Full Growth Color Codes:Base: 1ae353Wings: 0c3c19Markings: 0c861aAppearance: Anuth is a bulky green, some might even call her pudgy, Though all in all she has very balanced proportions. With shorter, sturdier limbs, Anuth is able to call forth quite a bit of strength for her colour. Her strength coems at a cost though, as her stockier build causes her to be less graceful and agile in the air, though she still maintains the stereotypical speed of greens. Oddly enough, her neck ridges seem to protrude more than normal Her hide is a bright, yet oddly soft, green colour, though her wings are a much darker forest green. As far as markings go, Anuth doesn't have any that stand out too much. Instead, a light speckling of a soft bottle green adorns her shoulders, back and sides, reaching almost all the way down to her belly. Personality: Perceptive, surprisingly good memory, easily depressed, morose, sneaky, versatileWIP Mind-voice:I thought you hadn't wanted me Mine. That would be so horrible wouldn't it?Anuth's voice is high and whispery, with a touch of ever-present sorrow hidden deep beneath the surface, even when she's happy. Though her words are always clear and loud enough to hear, it never seems like she's yelling; her voice never enters an annoying volume. Egg:Hatching Scene:Clutch: Gold Maelath x Bronze Solarith
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Post by Zirin on Oct 23, 2011 20:21:35 GMT -5
Wherlingmaster Yuli of Brown Yayusk
Flit Blue Trif
Wherlingmaster Yayulia
Strict, Confident, Teacher
Trelis’ newest wherlingmaster, yayulia is a woman who believes that passing on one’s knowledge is one of the most important things in life. See can come off as strict and unyielding some times, but she actually has the best interests of others at heart, or at least that’s what she believes.Name: Yayulia (Nickname: Yuli or Yulia)
Pronunciation: Yah-you-lee-ah
Age: 35
Birth Season: Winter
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
As far as women go, Yuli is short. Shorter than short in fact, as she sits at roughly four and a half feet. Despite being in her thirties, her height often causes others to mistake her for a teenage girl, something she abhors. Her hair is a sandy brown colour, and she generally keeps it on the shorter side. It is, however, long enough to be pulled back in a stumpy pony tail when she works. Her eyes are the opposite of her hair, portraying a dark, tree bark brown colour. Or at least one does, the other is a milky grey-brown, which signifies her partial blindness. Injured during wherling training, Yuli has been left with ugly, rigid scars that cover the left side of her face and reach over her shoulder. Though the wounds were not too severe, the marks will last forever. The scars also cross her semi-blind eye.
Yuli often carries a walking stick of sorts, though not because she is weak. The stick, for her, serves multiple functions. The first is compensation for her weak eye, making her more able to function in the darkness of night. The other function it serves is as a training tool for her wher. It is very rare to see her without the stick, even in the brightness of the day. She isn't extraordinarily fond of work clothes and only wears them when she's on duty. The rest of the time she tends to wear looser, more colourful clothing.
Personality:
Once a happy go lucky young girl, her experiences through life have made her... not bitter, but strict and sometimes cold, especially when it comes to relationships. Having had multiple relationships in the past, both serious and relaxed, that failed miserably, she’s not the most trusting of others and usually tends to try to escape situation when someone flirts with her. While she is fond of young children, she has a deep set dislike of teenagers, especially ones just entering the age range for candidacy. She hates the way they view hatchings, expecting to impress and even being picky about the colour they want. She also hates their wants and dreams of glory, considering such thoughts to stem from their inexperienced and foolish minds, and she revels the opportunity to reprimand such thought processes. Often times, do to her history of being strict and her rather unapproachable look (caused by the way her scarring pulls her lips into a deep frown most of the time) but beneath that intimidating exterior is a warm young woman simply looking for someone that she can truly place faith in. It may just take a while to see that part of her past the dignified and reserved exterior.
Yuli is, in a way, an intellectual. She believes that being prepared with the knowledge needed is a necessary part of life, and hates seeing anyone around her shirking their duties for fun and games. Along with her intelligence, Yuli has a fairly good memory and is able to usually remember names and information about others, though sometimes she has a hard time with faces. She loves teaching, and often likes to watch candidate and wherling lessons from a distance when she has free time. A little creepy perhaps, but it’s her hobby and she loves it. She also loves her family, even if it isn’t the strongest family ever. Her only child will always be held close to her heart. She does everything in her power to spend time with him when possible, though it’s getting harder now he is drawing close to candidacy. She can also be a worry wart about her loved ones.
Yuli is, sadly, a heavy traditionalist when it comes to sexuality. That’s not to say she’s a horrible person when it comes to such topics. As she sees it, you can have any relationship you want as long as it doesn’t involve her in any way. She does not take well to women making advances on her, and avoids finding a female wher’s handler unless she is positive the handler is a man.
Family:
Father: Lionar, 57, JM GlassSmith (Apollo)
Mother: Yuseri, 53, JM GlassSmith (Apollo)
Sons: Telnayur, 12 (almost 13), Weyrbrat/Soon-to-be Candidate (Trelis)
Other: W’frin of Green Entrifith – her savior and father of Telnayur
Location: Trelis Weyr
Rank: Brownhandler
Pack: Earthquake
History:
Yayulia was born to two journeymen glasssmiths at Apollo hold. Her parents were often busy, but she had a very normal childhood with all the love and affection she could need. From an early age, she showed an interest in dragons, but her parents tried to teach her how important it was to have a craft to go into, since not everyone impressed. So, even as a young child, she threw her all into the local Harper’s lessons and discovered quickly that she liked the idea of teaching. Eventually, she began assisting the Harper by tutoring some of her classmates. The Harper commented on her skill and suggested the harpercraft to her. When she finally hit twelve, she was sent off the HarperCrafthall, in the Northern Continent, since she wanted to learn from the best of the best. However, she only remained an apprentice for a Turn, learning quickly that, while she was a skilled teacher, she lacked skill in every other aspect of Harpering. So instead, she began transferring around to various Crafthalls and Holds, trying to find a place for herself. Eventually, near her eighteenth Turnday, she ended up in Nerat, biding her time as a cook in the caverns.
A little over a Turn later, she heard rumors of a new Minor Hold being set up on the Southern Continent and, along with many others, volunteered to go help with the process. During the building process, a relationship sprouted between Yuli and Ranelv, an older man who had also volunteered. They quickly became an item and she felt she loved him and foolishly believed they would be together forever. However, as the Hold neared completion, she found herself being ignored more and more by the man, he was always saying he was busy working on things for the Hold. Worried, but completely trusting, she believed him and made sure to give him his space. Shortly thereafter she was searched for a clutch at Southern Weyr. She accepted it, since she only had a turn left before she was too old to stand anymore. During that turn, she failed three separate hatchings and, sad, she returned to the minor Hold to pick up her life again. When she got there, however, nothing was the same. The Hold had been properly finished, her friends had gone back to their respective home Holds, and the man she loved had found himself another woman while she was gone. Heartbroken, she drowned her sorrows in her cooking for turn after turn.
It was during her twenty-sixth year that her life finally made a small change. Meeting a friendly greenrider named W’frin at Southern’s annual gather, the two became rather close over the course of the event, though Yuli was afraid to truly open up to another man. However, when she learned he was a Trelis rider, she begged and pleaded him to take her back to Trelis with him. Though he was a bit nervous about it, her story touched him and he agreed. However, she remained at Trelis instead of going to Apollo, too afraid to see her parents, but a turn at the Weyr was too much for her. Finally, she confided her worries and doubts in W’frin, admitting the dragons reminded her of her failures in life. W’frin was a clever man though, and suggested she try standing for a wher clutch. Liking the idea, she did as he suggested, throwing her all into candidacy in the hopes of getting lucky. But she failed again, and again.
Broken and feeling worthless, she holed herself up in her room for weeks. One day, Wfrin, in Flight stupor, accidentally took advantage of her and made her pregnant, which only added more sorrow to her mind. The child was born, and brought her some joy, but she was still upset. In the hopes of helping her escape her depression, and to make things right between them, W’frin purchased a fire lizard egg when the opportunity arose and gave it to her in the hopes it would bond to her and show her that she was able to bond. It was a successful idea! When blue Trif, named after W’frin’s green dragon Entrifith, hatched and impressed too her, she was ecstatic and was able to pull out of her dark mood.
She stood again for the next clutch, proud and determined not to let herself, or W’frin down, and was shocked to see a brown wher actually look in her direction, and the feeling of a mind pressing against hers, of the strange voice, confused her at first. Yayusk’s? Food for Yayusk? From that point on she was never alone again. Wherling training was, for the most part, a breeze. Yayusk’s intelligence coupled with Yuli’s love of teaching made for a pair that learned rather quickly, though it did take repetition on the brown’s side to have lessons stick. However, not all was sun and games for the pair. An argument between Yayusk and another wher broke into an all-out fight, and Yuli, worried about anything happening to her brown, made the foolish mistake of getting in the middle of it. The wounds she received were shallow, but severe, leaving her with scars all down the side of her face and neck. Yayusk was worried, but His made a slow, but healthy recovery and the two managed to graduate (though it was months after the rest of their classmates.
The pair spent the following years as a working member of the Earthquake pack. Yuli is, for the first time in a long time, truly happy with her life… though deep down, the dream of teaching still calls to her and she can find herself looking longingly at the candidate and wherling classes from time to time, dreaming of one day teaching the future generation of handlers.
Brown Yayusk
Well-behaved, Intelligent, Chatty, Lazy
Yayusk is a large brown wher with a love for socializing and an even greater love for His. Lazy and chatty when not working, this wher does a 180 and becomes well-behaved and quiet when working, having been trained well by Yuli.
WherName: Yayusk Pronunciation: Yah-you-sk Age: 5 Turns Type: Wher Rank: Brown Size: 5.9 Feet Color Codes: Body: 8F7958Markings: 8F6550Appearance: Yayusk is on the larger side for browns, though he is by no means the largest in existence. He has a strange look to him, with his proportions looking just off enough to be strange. His face is abnormally boxy and squished looking, as if he ran into a wall as a hatchling. His wings too are oddly shaped; being both incredibly small and thin compared to the rest of his body. His tiny wings help make his body look bulkier than it actually is, since Yayusk is a slimmer wher. His build has an almost sleek look to it, making him look weaker than he actually is. His build allows him to have quick bursts of incredible speeds that can, at times, rival blues, however, he can only ever do these bursts once or twice in a night, as they are incredibly draining on his stamina. When he runs at a slower pace, however, his stamina is rather average for a brown. Yayusk might remind one of tree bark, his hide is soft brown, with the tiniest hints of lighter and darker tints throughout. His wing membranes are a reddish brown, as are the rest of his markings. He has a loop of red-brown on his head, crossing over both eyes and under his chin, as well as a loop around his middle and two more on the fattest part of his tail. Personality:All in all, Yayusk is a pretty well behaved wher, sharing his colours stereotypical calmness and intelligence. He learns things quickly, though that’s partially because of Yuli’s teaching ability. When not working or learning, Yayusk can be awfully chatty, tending to inform His of everything and anything he finds interesting. He also loves socializing, and would gladly do that over working, but a few quick reprimands from Yuli will almost always put him back on track. Oddly enough, he is almost like a wild wher when it comes to actually speaking , tending to add chirps, whistles, and a variety of grunts and sounds to explain himself. Yuli has used this to the fullest advantage and has taught him to use certain words for certain situations. He does have his lazy streaks sometimes, namely just after waking, when he tends to complain about having to leave his oh-so-comfy couch. Mind-voiceYayusk’s! Look there. Yayusk see moving.Yayusk’s voice is very pitchy, sounding low for one note and high for the next, making one feel almost like his voice is a rollercoaster. The changes aren’t so severe that its annoying to listen to, in fact, it’s almost interesting to listen to, the different pitches in his voice offering hints of intelligence and enthusiasm. He often adds punctuation and inflictions to his speech with the use of cheeps, chirps, clicks and noises that he has been trained to use.
Blue Trif
Trif was named after an important being in Yuli’s life, however the chubby little blue does not act anything like his namesake. Lazy, cuddly, and oddly immune to the threat of danger, this roly poly flit loves nothing more than sleeping on the backs of unsuspecting herd beasts.
Pet
Name : Trif
Pronunciation: Trih-f
Age: 6
Type: Fire Lizard
Rank: Blue
Size: 19 inches
Color Codes:
Body: BFD0FF
Markings: 7BAD9F
Personality/Appearance:
Trif is a lazy little lizard, not at all like his namesake. For him, the best way to spend a day is sleeping on someone, or something’s head and can often be found among the more flit-friendly dragons or, even more often, on the backs of the local herdbeasts. Though it’s a dangerous place, he’s so far managed to avoid getting eaten by dragons. When awake, he is incredibly cuddly, usually finding His, or someone else, to hold and pet him.
Due to his lazy nature, he is a bit chubby, some might even call him fat, and with his naturally stubby little legs it’s no surprise that he looks so roly poly! His hide is a pale, chalky-blue colour, with teal-grey spots on his hindquarters and solid-coloured inner wingfingers. He also has three tiny dots under each eye.
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Post by Zirin on Oct 23, 2011 20:31:34 GMT -5
Journeywoman Harper Aridani
JM Harper Aridani
Mute, Sad, Loves Music, Hard Worker
A young woman who lost her voice at a young age, Ari never new happiness until music was introduced to her life. She works hard and tries her best to make up for her shortcomings. She uses her music to express herself, but longs to have the words to do it.
[[Using the 1 Mute received from Large Surprise Bag]]
Name Aridani
Pronunciation Air-ih-dawn-E
Age 20
Season Born in Spring
Gender Female
Sexuality Bisexual
Appearance
At first glance, Aridani looks like a normal girl. She stands at roughly five foot 6, though she looks a tad shorter due to her posture. Her soft blond hair falls in faint waves down her back, reaching down to her waist when not tied up. Usually, keeps her hair tied back in a braid while working to keep it from getting in the way, but when she is off duty, she usually has it simply pulled back out of her eyes with a bow, but otherwise left to flow loosely. Her eyes are a deep, watery blue-green that are, in truth, a portal to her soul; her emotions dance easily on their liquid depths. She has a rather soft appearance to her, with a small chin and long, thin fingers, but there are some light muscles on this girl.
Ari likes to wear dresses, though her choices tend to fall into a more practical, work-friendly category. Her clothing is always simple, as she doesn't have the marks to afford anything extravagant, and usually comes in browns and grays. One thing she does always carry with her, regardless of what she is doing, is a small belt-pouch, in which resides her beloved pipes.
Aridani is a bit of a klutz. She tries to move with haste when told to do something, which usually results in her tripping over her own feet. She doesn't cry about it of course, she's the type to stand back up with a goofy grin on her face and keep going. She habitually speaks through her body, using hand movements and posture to try to get her point across.
Personality
Ari is, at first glance, a happy young woman who is always smiling and dancing to a tune only she can hear. In some cases, it is a true assumption, but often times, when thoughts of her family and her past come to mind, sorrow can be seen in this lass's eyes and in the stoop of her shoulders. She tries to shoulder the pain however, and does her best to appear cheerful whenever around other people. She is a hard worker, having learned early on that it was the only way to prove her capabilities to the world, and is quite intelligent. She is able to follow instructions usually after hearing them only once, though sometimes the tune in her head distracts her from what others are saying, so she can appear air headed at times. She tries her hardest not to let that happen too often, fearing others will think she is dull or dim-witted.
Music is her lover, the most intimate being in her life. To Ari, who has never had the gift of speech, music has, and always will be, a way for her to express the feelings bottled up inside. Though it will never fill the gap she feels from being mute, it does help her cope with a lot of the difficulties of a wordless life. Her favourite instruments are the pipes she always carries, as well as a small harp and a fiddle, and she excels at playing all three. Se understands and can play many other instruments, but her tuning and love for them are mediocre at best.
A few turns back, Aridani found herself trapped in a room with a man who had lost a flight. The experience of losing her innocence in such a way, as well as the taunts and ridicule she received back at Sollace for having a child out of wedlock, has made her nervous of most men, and outright fearful of male riders. Now, being trapped in the Weyr as a refuge, she feels constantly on edge, always worried that another flight will result in a new terrifying experience. Though she has a somewhat un-trusting nature, those who do manage to break past her fear will find a sweet, loving young woman who will stand behind you through to the bitter end.
Family
Father: Dantorol, Deceased
Mother: Arika, Deceased
Brother: Avikin, -4 Turns, Apprentice Healer, Trelis Weyr
Brother: Rantoro, -6 Turns, Apprentice Tanner, Trelis Weyr
Son: Danarvi, -17 Turns, Child
Location Born in Sollace, now a refugee in Trelis Weyr
Rank Journeyman Harper
History
It was an early spring morning when a bundling bundle of baby girl by the name of Aridani was brought into the world. The first child of newlyweds Dantorol and Arika, Aridani was the light of their lives and they loved her for bits, only worrying deeply of the girls seldom heard voice. The child rarely cried or made noise through her first few months, the sounds becoming less frequent the older she got, until, nearing her second turnday, her noises stopped completely. It was almost a turn later before she was officially labeled as a mute. Her parents were devastated, but they did everything in their power to raise her normally. Shortly after her fourth turnday, Aridani's first brother Avikin was born, followed two turns later by Rantoro. The addition to the boys was both a godsend and nightmare for the young girl. The birth of two healthy boys helped her parents regain some of their former happiness, and Aridani felt the attention leave her inability to speak. However, the boys quickly learned that they could pick on their older sister and, majority of the time, get away with it.
Unable to say anything to anyone about the issue, Ari learned to bear the bullying, though she developed a habit of easily giving into the demands of others. She found solace in the hold lessons, even though her classmates often also joined in on picking on her. Though she loved the sound of the teaching ballads, she felt like an outcast among her class, the only one unable to sing along. Her life took a happier turn when she was nearing the age of nine. While changing glows, she passed by the harper's office only to hear the beautiful sound of pipes. Huddling beside the door in a shadowed crook, she stayed there for hours until the harper had finished and left. Night after night, she began returning until one day, the harper left the room, and the pipes, unattended. Knowing it was wrong, but fearing it would be her only chance, Ari slipped into the room, slid the pipes up to her lips and was amazed to hear a weak, but clear note; the first sound she had made since she was a baby. Ecstatic about her discovery, she continued trying to produce notes, and while only a few attempts had any success, she became so lost in the thrill that she didn't even notice the harper return until he had tapped her on the shoulder.
Fearing she would be in trouble she stood, frozen in fear and waited for the inevitable. Yet, it never came. Instead, the harper merely told her she should have asked, and after she nodded apologetically, he offered to teach her something. It was better than anything she could have ever expected! The lesson was short, but by the end of it she had learned how to properly blow air into the instrument to get a sound. She loved every moment of it. The short, private lessons continued once a sevenday from that point on until, nearing her twelfth turnday, she had become quite proficient in the instrument, so much so that she sometimes assisted the harper with the teaching ballads by playing while he sang. Finally, she felt like she belonged! On the eve of her turnday, the harper came to her, informing her that he would be leaving for Apollo to get his next assignment. Ari was heartbroken at the thought of losing her connection to music, but the harper had more to say. The next day, the harper left, Ari at his side, to return to Apollo, where the young girl would officially begin her apprenticeship into the harpercraft.
The apprenticeship was hard; Ari's inability to speak stopped her from being able to teach, sing, and answer questions. However, she was determined to become a harper and strove to do her best at all times. She nearly ended her dream, when a trip to a Trelis gather resulted in an unwanted event. A rider, overcome by flightlust, cornered and raped the mute girl, who was forced to do what he wanted, unable to scream and fight him off. At first, the Masters worried that her will had been shattered, but eventually, she managed to throw the emotions of the experience into her music. Her son, as it turned out to be, brought a different emotion into her music; one of love and gentle happiness. Ari had learned to take her experiences and pass them on through music.
Despite her setbacks, her hard work, and ability to play the pipes (and soon other instruments) finally found her walking the tables. She would never be able to work alone, requiring the aid of another harper to teach, explain, and sing, but she was able to travel to the different holds on placement to act as an assistant and instrumentalist. Her first assignment was the nearby Sollace, her home Hold, to assist the Journeyman there. Confident in her abilities, she returned to Sollace and assisted the Harper there. Her son was cared for by her own parents when work required her. However, she was at Sollace for only half a turn before her world was once again turned upside down.
The storm that hit Sollace was devastating, taking the lives of people she had known growing up, as well as her parents' lives. She and her son survived, pulled out of the wreckage by a Trelis rider and taken to the Weyr, where she recovered slowly, but steadily. It wasn't until a week later that she was finally reunited with the remainder of her living family; her two younger brothers. Now she must find a way to survive in Trelis, surrounded by the men she fears the most while caring for the rest of her family.
Craft Harper
Ranking Journeyman
Strengths Playing Instruments, Musical Notation, Tuning
Weaknesses Writing lyrics, Singing (for obvious reasons), Teaching, Storytelling
Relationships and Thoughts
Yuli:
Plots
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