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[/b][/font][/size]Dragon Riders
S'val of Bronze Solarith
'Lizard(s) = brown Reign, blue Draco, epidote Orion
Name S’val
Pronunciation Se-VAL
Formerly Servaln (Sir-Val-en)
Age 26 Turns
Season Born in Summer
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Appearance
6'2"
Dark Brown Hair
Deep Brown Eyes
It’s not an uncommon sight to see S’val dressed rather plainly. A simple white tunic covers his chest complimented by a dark pair of trousers and well kept riding boots complete his daily outfit. Though on the rare occasion you might catch him sporting the colors red and blue. On even rarer occasion, when formal wear is called for, he dons a black tunic with a light bronze trim, in honor of his life partner, with matching black slacks. Unlike most he doesn't keep a clean shaven look, preferring to sport the scruffy look on more then one occasion. Standing at roughly 6’2” with dark brown hair and even darker eyes, he’s got quite the imposing figure. A strong, confident aura follows him wherever he goes. A born leader and it shows in the passion of his gaze when instructing and mentoring those below him.
His frame isn’t overly muscular nor is it weak and untrained. He keeps a happy medium a nice toned body with a matching healthy tan. When he talks, his voice has a trace of a foreign accent, although he was raised in the Weyrs, but it carries the tone of a deep tenor. His voice can be a bit rough at times but its mainly smooth and relaxed, although he hasn’t a care in the world.
Personality Like there are two sides to every coin, so are there two side to S’val. Most of the time he’s calm, collected, and laid back. Presenting the image that he holds no cares in this world and everything will come to be as it should. Most of the time he can be found taking the world and his life all to lightly, putting on the aura that he’s unstoppable. To clarify that doesn’t make him foolish or hasty. He’s willing to put his life on the line for any and all the people he and his bonded help defend, especially those under his command. Though he treats everyone like a brother and comrade, as he should, no one comes close to his precious Solarith.
Bonded for life, S’val never thought he could care for another being as much as he loves his bronze companion. Though he would put his life on the line for any of the Weyr, he’s not foolish or overly daring. To put it simply he wouldn’t act out in any way that would purposely bring harm, weather maim or death, to his dear bonded.
Now when you flip that coin out comes the leader. Not overly strict, but S’val holds everyone equally accountable for each and every one of their actions. Lord help the poor soul who thinks he can be the hero when Thread is falling and in turn risks not only himself and his dragon but, in turn, the entire wing because S’val won’t hesitate to drag him down the Weyrling Barracks and let the Weyrling Master put the offender to work gathering firestone with the young candidates/weyrlings.
Family (if any) B’nar of Brown Zoith - Wingsecond - Father
Loraine - Master Healer - Mother
S’vth of Brown Kalarth - Wingthird - Brother
Location Born at Telgar Weyr, transferred to Trelis Weyr.
Rank Junior Weyrleader/Wingleader
Wing/Pack Sky Shakers
History S’val was the youngest of two. Born to a Brown Rider and a Master Healer, he had a pretty good life growing up. His father was always there for him, even at a young age, and his mother even managed to take her young son under her wing and teach him a few critical points to the craft of healing. Being the youngest by nine turns, allowed him the chance to soak up more of his mothers craft then his older brother and S’val took full advantage of that. Even managing to reach the lowly rank of Apprentice by the time he turned 14.
When he was 18, a large brown from the Weyr had managed to search him out, just like his brother before him. It really was no surprise that the boy was searched. He was just following in the proud footsteps of his father and brother. When he finally stood on those blazing hot sands in front of the clutch of 21, he felt his heart stop at least once. As time slipped by and every hatchling had managed to impress until it came down to only two eggs left and four candidates.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, both large eggs began to hatch at the same time. First a brightly colored gold struggled across the sands, looking desperately for Hers while the next egg broke and a beautiful bronze king waddled across the sands, crooning pathetically while trying to hold his wings up in an attempt to dry them. Feeling somewhat defeated as he watched the bronze struggle across the sands, the boy took a step back, thinking that since both his father and brother had impressed browns then it was his destiny to ride a brown as well.
As he turned from the two hatchlings, a cry tore from the little bronzes throat. It seemed like the gold didn’t approve of the bronze moving to impress first and used her new claws to swipe at the little Kings face. Instantly, S’val felt his heart break as he felt the bronze take the hit. Scrambling across the sands, he flung his arms around the hatchlings neck, using his tunic to help stem the flow of blood from the injury. He didn’t even realize at first that the little bronze was speaking his name and crooning softly in reassurance. He had Impressed, and a bronze of all colors too!
In the years that followed the two grew stronger through their bond and when the time came they volunteered to transfer to Trelis Weyr. With the hopes of meeting new people and having the opportunity to explore more places.
Craft Healing
Ranking Journeyman
Strengths Bandaging, Clotting, Stitching, Broken Bones.
Weaknesses Internal bleeding, Neurological injuries.
Dragon
Name Solarith
Pronunciation So-LAR-ith
Age 8 Turns
Type Dragon
Rank Bronze
Size 41 ft
Color
5D5E00
888A00
Appearance Solarith definitely was not the runt of his clutch as he stands a little taller then most of his bronze brothers. When looking at the boy it’s almost as though someone took great care in painting his hide while he was still in his egg. The base of his coloring is slightly darker then most others. Though what makes him unique is the lighter flecks splashed on his hindquarters, belly, and wings. It gives the appearance that the creature played in a puddle of bright bronze when he was a youngling, giving his hide an almost ‘streaked’ effect.
A strong pair of wings help keep him airborne while in the midst of battle or a simple lazy day to the beach. He keeps his claws sharp and always ready to use. A large scar stretches beneath his right eye to the corner of his razor filled mouth. A wound he received on his hatching day when a feisty young queen didn’t appreciate the young bronze waddling over to find His first.
Personality Confident and strong minded. He doesn’t take kindly to others neglecting the words of His or not paying him due attention. On the other hand though, Solarith can manage to set aside his duties and position every one in a while for a good scratch from His or an afternoon playing down at the ocean. That’s another thing about this bronze, he absolutely loves the water. There’s nothing better to do after a long day of training then diving into the crisp waters of the lake or laze about in the gentle waves of the warm ocean.
A unique quirk about Solarith is he actually enjoys the time he has to himself, away from His and the goings-on of the Weyr. It’s not uncommon to see the large bronze actually involving himself in the Weyrlings lessons. He finds it both interesting and rewarding to watch the recent hatchlings and their bonded grow ever closer as the days passed.
On most occasions, he is able to keep his temper even when S’val is having a go at another foolish rider. Though it has been documented on one occasion where the bronze literally blew up and it took all of S’vals strength and mental capacity to keep the bronze from possibly killing a younger green who stepped out of place with the large ‘King‘.
Mind Voice
Do you know who I am?
It’s a deep, rough tenor, much like His. It has a calming, almost soothing effect to those privileged to hear it and can be quite charming and has the tendency to be somewhat mysterious.
Pet
Name Reign
Pronunciation Rain
Age 5 Turns
Type Firelizard
Rank Brown
Size 28 inches
Color Code
5C3317 Base Coat
423024 Markings
Appearance Reign’s coloring is mostly a dark mocha brown. The one exception is his belly and the underpart of his neck where the coloring is so dark that it looks close to black. It gives the brown an interesting and unusual coloration.
PersonalityCalm and rather docile, this particular brown is most commonly seen perched proudly on His neck. His favorite past time is sulking around the kitchens as the days meals are being prepared in the hopes of hitting the soft spot of one of the kitchen staff and score himself some scraps maybe even a meatroll. Believing himself to be more bronze then brown, this particular flit almost demands nearly everyone’s undivided attention, mostly when next to his larger bronze brother. Yet his loyalty is undying as he would do anything for His. Though a trickster at heart, Reign will always be there for his bonded in times of need or simply as a beacon of support.
Pet
Name Draco
Species Firelizard
Rank Blue
Age 1/2 turn
Size 25 inches
Appearance
Personality
Proud, quiet, reserved
Pet
Name Orion
Species Firelizard
Rank Epidote
Age 1/2 turn
Size 26 inches
Appearance
Personality
Curious, innocent, wild and full of wonder.
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Ar'rex of Brown Sithorath
No known pets[/size]
Name: Ar’rex
Age: 29 turns *Winter*
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Craft and Rank:
Appearance:
He’s a slightly tall man, reaching about 5’10” at his full height. Due to the countless years spent with his draconic companion his body has developed a slightly muscular look to it. Yet not overly so because due to his height he can still appear a bit lean and untrained sometimes. A crop of thick black hair sits almost haphazardly on his head, as if it doesn’t know which direction it should lay so it picks all of them at once. Beneath that is a set of piercing blue eyes that always seem to have a spark about them. As if he’s just had a good laugh and his eyes are still betraying him. Along with his eyes displaying this hint of mirth his mouth is usually seen twisted into a sideways little grin, which usually always gets him in some sort of trouble.
Red is his absolute favorite color so he tries to fit it into his daily attire whenever possible. He’s even got a custom set of riding boots with a blood red tint. On his right wrist he sports a dark red leather cuff that has the name of his dragon branded into it. Other then that simple accessory he’s rather plainly dressed, choosing to go for the more casual look then the dressed up, star of the show, even though he is rather fantastic.
Personality:
Nothing about this man screams average. In fact he’s far from it. A little bit of a jokester, mixed with a dash of stubbornness and bravery has come together to form the man known as Ar’rex. Due to his light take on life and how he chooses to handle things it’s safe to say it’s gotten him into a far amount of trouble with his leaders on more then one occasion. Oh but what’s life without a little bit of mischief and fun?
His day doesn’t start until he’s had a least two cups of klah and even then he’s sweet talking the kitchen staff into fixing him a hot mug that’ll last him through the morning. Somewhat quick-witted, he’s not afraid to overstep his bounds and see how far he can get. Angry reactions just fuel his sarcasm and he thrives off it, which is probably why he continues to do what he does. There’s no sign of stopping anytime soon for him either.
On the flip side of that however a little spark of hidden potential shows. Nothing matters more to him than the bond he shares with his beloved dragon. To him it’s the best bond in the world and nothing could possibly compare. That’s why he takes things very seriously when it comes to overlooking the candidates and newly bonded weyrlings. It’s the one aspect in life where jokes are not allowed and everything, everything should be taken very seriously.
Likes:
/\ The color Red
/\ The occasional “play fight/brawl”
/\ Seeing what he can get away with
/\ Klah (Is sure he would die if he had to go without)
/\ Undertaking small explorations and trips
Dislikes:
\/ Working harder then needs be (Smarter not harder is his motto)
\/ Someone insulting either him or his dragon
\/ Dragon neglect
\/ Rude awakenings
\/ Running out of Klah!!!@!1!!
Goals:
+ To be the very best
+ Prove that him and his dragon aren’t just the Weyr’s resident troublemakers, that they have some potential
Fears:
- Death and total blindness for Sithorath
- Never being able to drink klah again
Family:
?? -- Mother -- Unknown Green Rider -- Age ??
A’vrik of Bronze Vermyoth -- Father -- 50
A’rin of Blue Neroth -- Brother -- 30
Reyas - Dragon Candidate - Son --
History:
One of two sons born to a green rider and his Father, Ar’rex and his brother spent their youth as Southern’s resident youth troublemakers. The future brown rider never knew his mother but the story goes that the woman had been in a mildly serious relationship with the boys father. The first encounter led to the arrival of Ar’rex’s older brother A’rin. The second, naturally, led to the conception of Ar’rex. However, it was a few hours after Ar’rex was born that the woman died of complications and blood loss.
In the grand scheme of things, finding this out about his mother really didn’t bother him all that much. Why should it? He had never met the woman, the only connection they shared was blood and even that wasn’t as thick as most would think. So Ar’rex and his brother were raised along with the rest of the weyrbrats but unlike most their father chose to play an active role in their lives growing up.
Ar’rex absolutely loved his fathers dragon growing up and would tackle the large bronze at ever chance he got. Even enjoying the times he was allowed to help his father oil the large dragons hide, though he could really only reach half way up the bronzes legs and part of his tail. Oh well, it was the thought that counts right?
It was his love for his fathers dragon that spurred him to dive headlong into the ranks of candidacy. He broke his back toiling in the sands and lessons for nearly two turns until he was 16 and his moment finally came. The two brothers each stood before a small clutch of only 17 eggs, both nervous yet determined to leave with a new partner. A’rin’s wish came true first as the first egg to hatch held a dark blue that was destined to be forever his. Narrowing his gaze, Ar’rex turned back to the remaining 16 and waited.
Wait he did, for it took nearly two candle marks for the entire clutch to hatch. So by the time that last egg wiggled and cracked, Ar’rex was sweating bullets. The long limbed brown tumbled across the sands and keened pitifully, clearly displeased at how his limbs were responding. The hatchling hopped and skittered towards the remaining boys, whining as he dragged his wings across the sands. Ar’rex cocked his head and gazed at the lanky brown curiously. Sure his legs might have been too long for him and so were his wings but he was still a fine looking dragon!
No sooner had those thoughts crossed his mind did the eggwet beast look his way and hop/skittered a little closer to the boy and flashed him those big rainbow eyes. Ar’rex dragged his hand across his face and stared down at the young brown with a look of disbelief. “It makes sense that I would get the resident odd ball. Ah well, lets show ‘em what were made of Sithorath.” From that moment the pair were attached at the hip. Each defending the other when jibes were thrown their way. Ar’rex especially took to defending his companion when insults about his appearance when compared to other browns was brought up.
It’s safe to say that during their weyrling years the pair were usually being scolded for one thing or another but they paid the others no mind. After graduation the two were let loose upon the world and were accepted into their first wing. That’s where they remained for the next 12 turns, just waiting for their next big adventure to unfold.
Dragon Name: Sithorath
Age: 14 Turns
Size: 37.3 ft
Coloring: 5c4033
Appearance:
Unlike most browns who are bulky and box like, Sithorath is a little on the thin side. Due to this his limbs are a little longer and lankier then usual so it makes him appear even more awkward then most when he’s walking on the ground. So he chooses to go skyward whenever possible. If you look close enough you’ll notice that one wing is actually just a little bit shorter then the other. Not by much mind you, just a little off and it really doesn’t effect his flying abilities all that much but even still if someone were to point it out he would turn very defensive and even slightly snappy. It is a touchy subject.
His hide is scattered mix of dark and light brown, along with a reddish brown hue and in the right light even looking more red then brown in some places. With his age it’s common to have a few scars here and there but his most prominent defect would be the fact that he’s completely blind in his right eye. It’s a stark contrast to his features, having a bright white/grey eye standing out against his dark hide and clashing with its normal counterpart. A mishap that occurred during a mating flight with a particularly feisty green.
Personality:
He’s a bit of everything all rolled into one. Just like His really, which is probably the reason he chose the man. He has his little mood swings and can pout and sulk often when he doesn’t get his way but most of the time he’s a fairly relaxed brown. In fact, he really finds it amusing how others can really work themselves up over nothing. What’s the point? It gets you no where. It’s best just to take life as it is…one giant cosmic joke.
Now this boy may look like he doesn’t eat but don’t let appearances fool you. This guy LOVES his food. If it were up to him he’d spend all day out hunting. For some reason though, no matter how much he sticks in his stomach it just never sticks into his ribs. Call it a speedy draconic metabolism. He doesn’t mind it though. In fact, Sithorath thinks its better this way. After all, who wouldn’t want to chow down whenever they wanted and not look like those other chunky browns? Yeah…he’s a little vain.
Mind-Voice
What are you staring at?
R'xth of Blue Mideth
'Lizard(s) = gold Aurora[/size]
Name Ryaxth (Nickname Ry)
Pronunciation Ry-ath
Name upon Impression R’xth
Age 18 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Lilith -- Mother -- Healer
Markom -- Brother -- \Deceased/
Appearance
6'3"
Black Hair
Right Eye is Green, Left is Grey
Tall and leanly built, as he’s still in the transition from boy to man. At the moment he stands at a decent 5’11 in height and will most likely hit 6’3 before he’s done growing. Lean and not too muscular as of yet but the Craft he’s dabbling in is steadily firming and toning him up. His skin has developed a nice, healthy tan over the course of his working years. A thick crop of jet black hair covers his head, looking like he’s simply rolled straight out of bed without taking the time to straighten his appearance. A curse really because no matter how hard he tries to look presentable the bedhead look stays constant. If you manage to look past the unruly hair you’ll meet the boys gaze. A mixed look of steel grey and light green, a birth defect if you want to get technical. The left is grey while the right is green. A four inch scar stretches down the length of his left arm, elbow to wrist, from where an injured, green fire lizard lashed out at his attempt to examine her.
His clothing isn’t crafted from the finest cloth and threads around, due to his parentage not being the type to leave him with any sort of inheritance. Darker colors is what he mainly prefers, typically to match his attitude half the time but mostly because lighter colors, white especially, attract too much attention and show dirt extremely easily. He’s usually seen sporting a pair of black, worn out pants with either a dark blue or grey shirt. His only looked after piece of clothing are his thick, leather boots. Nothing would tick him off more then finding a nuisance fire lizard had taken one for a chew toy as he slept.
Personality The stubbornness outweighs the rational portion of his brain most of the time. Taking it upon himself to put himself between the weak, beat down, and the power hungry and mad. Although like everyone else, he can be fouled because no one is perfect. Headstrong would be a good word to describe him, possibly slightly arrogant as well. He’s not the type to simply roll over and take demands. He’ll fight till he’s red in the face, flat on the floor with his life slowly draining out of him.
He hasn’t got a set view on dragons just yet. Due to his childhood upbringing he doesn’t know weather they should be idolized as everyone seems to do or scorned. He has met a handful of the winged beasts though and if memory serves him right, the greens tried to claim a limb, the browns ignored him completely, and the one bronze he met would not stop staring at him…like he was thoroughly searching the boys very soul. For what though, he couldn’t fathom a guess.
You either love Ryaxth or despise him completely. There is no in-between. This is partly due to his arrogant and slightly rude/sarcastic comments he tends to come up with. Maybe he’ll grow out of it, maybe he’ll become stronger from it. Nothing is written in stone yet.
History Well, I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. He came into this world just like any other. Born to a woman that most would end up fondly calling their mother. Not Ry. For you see this boy was born into the dwellings of a whore, to put it bluntly. He was raised a bastard child, never knowing his father nor if his youngest sibling was even his full brother like his birth mother claimed. For this lack of parenting, he was constantly looked down upon by the other men and boys of his home, Benden Hold. This is the reason he became such a loner, preferring to keep to his own solitary company then deal with the looks and whispers of others who didn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault that he never knew his father. One can’t choose their lineage.
At the age of 6, Ry got his first taste of heartache and total loss. It came in the form of a sunny and crisp afternoon in fall. Ryaxth and his youngest sibling had been out in the fields picking berries and trying to catch a glimpse of the Benden Riders and their dragon companions out training. Before the two youngsters realized what was happening, the sun had begun to set and the Riders and their Partners had startled a large feline hunting a sick runner beast. The runner beast took off and trampled the berry bush that the boys had been lying beside, managing to separate Ry from his brother as the two rolled separate ways to avoid the deadly hooves.
What came next is an image that stuck firmly in Ry’s mind for the rest of his life… The agitated and confused feline bounded across the valley. Eyes wild and foaming from the mouth, its claws ripping up the earth as it bounded across the earth. In a flash the confused predator leapt and tackled the younger child to the ground and in a blur of dust and crimson the vile creature had torn the life from the child and would have turned on Ry if a bronze and his Rider hadn’t interfered.
It was too late though, the mangled and bloodied image of his brothers body had been burned into his minds eye. From that day Ry became more secluded and sarcastic, hiding behind his attitude lest he lose someone else who got too close to him.
When he neared 10 turns, there was a grand harvest festival. What remained of his childish curiosity got the better of him so he chose to follow a few of the weyr children away from the tables of food and music towards the darkened corners of the hatching grounds. A mistake, what could have been a deadly one for sure, but boys will be boys. Little did they know that a very agitated Queen was curled around her precious clutch in the far corner, eyeing the group and preparing to strike. One of the older boys had rushed ahead, no one noticing the Queen, to a lone egg sitting off by itself. The lad raised his hand and touched the hardened surface of the maturing egg. Instantly the Queen bugled loudly in alarm and the grounds filled with the growls and flapping wings of a storm of agitated dragons answering their Queens distress call.
Ry was violently shoved to the sandy ground in the older boys haste to get away and in the end was found himself face to face with a handful of not so pleasant looking Dragons. His body froze in fear as Ry looked from one set of deadly jaws to the next. The smaller greens snapped and hissed at him, a large brown and blue did their best to ignore the boy and instead kicked up a cloud of sand in a flurry of frustration before moving towards the gold queen. The single bronze that wasn’t caught up in the distress of the queen, must have communicated a silent order to the others, because before he knew it each of the different hued creatures slowly began to vanish from the hot sands. Yet Ryaxth still could not move. The single, remaining bronze had fixed him with a penetrating stare. Not hostile or friendly, but questioning and searching almost. The boy didn’t stay long enough to see what the bronzes intentions were. He couldn’t leave fast enough, scrambling from the hatching grounds and vanishing into the night, never daring to return to the hot sands again.
At the age of 14, he befriended a traveling Harper who agreed to travel with and lead him to Solace Hold, under the care of Trelis Weyr. From there the two parted ways, the young Harper continuing on to Apolla, leaving the troubled adolescent behind. A few years later during his work on the docks he came across a wounded green fire lizard tangled in one of the fishing nets. In a single kindhearted moment, Ry attempted to lift the net and free the trapped creature. The terrified female mistook his helping hand for that of aggressor and lashed out at whatever piece of exposed flesh she could reach. In the end he was left with a nasty looking scar stretching from elbow to wrist on his left arm. Ever since he has been finding odd jobs to help him get by till this sorted life of his gets on track.
Location Born into Benden Hold. Moved to Solace Hold. Now resides at Trelis Weyr.
Rank Weyrling
Wing Weyrling's Wing
Mideth:
Age 10 Months
Size Currently 26 feet (28 feet at full grown)
Egg Midnight Bliss Egg
Name Meaning Mide=Medicine Drum *origin* Native American
Personality Proud, Benevolent, Gentle, Protective, Fatalistic
Color
Body 000033
Markings 003EFF
Pet
Name Aurora
Species Firelizard
Rank Gold
Age 3/4 turn
Appearance
Personality
Shy, reserved but secretly wants to get out and explore all the world has to offer.
Pronunciation Ry-ath
Name upon Impression R’xth
Age 18 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Lilith -- Mother -- Healer
Markom -- Brother -- \Deceased/
Appearance
6'3"
Black Hair
Right Eye is Green, Left is Grey
Tall and leanly built, as he’s still in the transition from boy to man. At the moment he stands at a decent 5’11 in height and will most likely hit 6’3 before he’s done growing. Lean and not too muscular as of yet but the Craft he’s dabbling in is steadily firming and toning him up. His skin has developed a nice, healthy tan over the course of his working years. A thick crop of jet black hair covers his head, looking like he’s simply rolled straight out of bed without taking the time to straighten his appearance. A curse really because no matter how hard he tries to look presentable the bedhead look stays constant. If you manage to look past the unruly hair you’ll meet the boys gaze. A mixed look of steel grey and light green, a birth defect if you want to get technical. The left is grey while the right is green. A four inch scar stretches down the length of his left arm, elbow to wrist, from where an injured, green fire lizard lashed out at his attempt to examine her.
His clothing isn’t crafted from the finest cloth and threads around, due to his parentage not being the type to leave him with any sort of inheritance. Darker colors is what he mainly prefers, typically to match his attitude half the time but mostly because lighter colors, white especially, attract too much attention and show dirt extremely easily. He’s usually seen sporting a pair of black, worn out pants with either a dark blue or grey shirt. His only looked after piece of clothing are his thick, leather boots. Nothing would tick him off more then finding a nuisance fire lizard had taken one for a chew toy as he slept.
Personality The stubbornness outweighs the rational portion of his brain most of the time. Taking it upon himself to put himself between the weak, beat down, and the power hungry and mad. Although like everyone else, he can be fouled because no one is perfect. Headstrong would be a good word to describe him, possibly slightly arrogant as well. He’s not the type to simply roll over and take demands. He’ll fight till he’s red in the face, flat on the floor with his life slowly draining out of him.
He hasn’t got a set view on dragons just yet. Due to his childhood upbringing he doesn’t know weather they should be idolized as everyone seems to do or scorned. He has met a handful of the winged beasts though and if memory serves him right, the greens tried to claim a limb, the browns ignored him completely, and the one bronze he met would not stop staring at him…like he was thoroughly searching the boys very soul. For what though, he couldn’t fathom a guess.
You either love Ryaxth or despise him completely. There is no in-between. This is partly due to his arrogant and slightly rude/sarcastic comments he tends to come up with. Maybe he’ll grow out of it, maybe he’ll become stronger from it. Nothing is written in stone yet.
History Well, I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. He came into this world just like any other. Born to a woman that most would end up fondly calling their mother. Not Ry. For you see this boy was born into the dwellings of a whore, to put it bluntly. He was raised a bastard child, never knowing his father nor if his youngest sibling was even his full brother like his birth mother claimed. For this lack of parenting, he was constantly looked down upon by the other men and boys of his home, Benden Hold. This is the reason he became such a loner, preferring to keep to his own solitary company then deal with the looks and whispers of others who didn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault that he never knew his father. One can’t choose their lineage.
At the age of 6, Ry got his first taste of heartache and total loss. It came in the form of a sunny and crisp afternoon in fall. Ryaxth and his youngest sibling had been out in the fields picking berries and trying to catch a glimpse of the Benden Riders and their dragon companions out training. Before the two youngsters realized what was happening, the sun had begun to set and the Riders and their Partners had startled a large feline hunting a sick runner beast. The runner beast took off and trampled the berry bush that the boys had been lying beside, managing to separate Ry from his brother as the two rolled separate ways to avoid the deadly hooves.
What came next is an image that stuck firmly in Ry’s mind for the rest of his life… The agitated and confused feline bounded across the valley. Eyes wild and foaming from the mouth, its claws ripping up the earth as it bounded across the earth. In a flash the confused predator leapt and tackled the younger child to the ground and in a blur of dust and crimson the vile creature had torn the life from the child and would have turned on Ry if a bronze and his Rider hadn’t interfered.
It was too late though, the mangled and bloodied image of his brothers body had been burned into his minds eye. From that day Ry became more secluded and sarcastic, hiding behind his attitude lest he lose someone else who got too close to him.
When he neared 10 turns, there was a grand harvest festival. What remained of his childish curiosity got the better of him so he chose to follow a few of the weyr children away from the tables of food and music towards the darkened corners of the hatching grounds. A mistake, what could have been a deadly one for sure, but boys will be boys. Little did they know that a very agitated Queen was curled around her precious clutch in the far corner, eyeing the group and preparing to strike. One of the older boys had rushed ahead, no one noticing the Queen, to a lone egg sitting off by itself. The lad raised his hand and touched the hardened surface of the maturing egg. Instantly the Queen bugled loudly in alarm and the grounds filled with the growls and flapping wings of a storm of agitated dragons answering their Queens distress call.
Ry was violently shoved to the sandy ground in the older boys haste to get away and in the end was found himself face to face with a handful of not so pleasant looking Dragons. His body froze in fear as Ry looked from one set of deadly jaws to the next. The smaller greens snapped and hissed at him, a large brown and blue did their best to ignore the boy and instead kicked up a cloud of sand in a flurry of frustration before moving towards the gold queen. The single bronze that wasn’t caught up in the distress of the queen, must have communicated a silent order to the others, because before he knew it each of the different hued creatures slowly began to vanish from the hot sands. Yet Ryaxth still could not move. The single, remaining bronze had fixed him with a penetrating stare. Not hostile or friendly, but questioning and searching almost. The boy didn’t stay long enough to see what the bronzes intentions were. He couldn’t leave fast enough, scrambling from the hatching grounds and vanishing into the night, never daring to return to the hot sands again.
At the age of 14, he befriended a traveling Harper who agreed to travel with and lead him to Solace Hold, under the care of Trelis Weyr. From there the two parted ways, the young Harper continuing on to Apolla, leaving the troubled adolescent behind. A few years later during his work on the docks he came across a wounded green fire lizard tangled in one of the fishing nets. In a single kindhearted moment, Ry attempted to lift the net and free the trapped creature. The terrified female mistook his helping hand for that of aggressor and lashed out at whatever piece of exposed flesh she could reach. In the end he was left with a nasty looking scar stretching from elbow to wrist on his left arm. Ever since he has been finding odd jobs to help him get by till this sorted life of his gets on track.
Location Born into Benden Hold. Moved to Solace Hold. Now resides at Trelis Weyr.
Rank Weyrling
Wing Weyrling's Wing
Mideth:
Age 10 Months
Size Currently 26 feet (28 feet at full grown)
Egg Midnight Bliss Egg
Name Meaning Mide=Medicine Drum *origin* Native American
Personality Proud, Benevolent, Gentle, Protective, Fatalistic
Color
Body 000033
Markings 003EFF
Pet
Name Aurora
Species Firelizard
Rank Gold
Age 3/4 turn
Appearance
Personality
Shy, reserved but secretly wants to get out and explore all the world has to offer.
Citizens rejoice! Your Lord and Master Stands on High.[/i]
Vl'kan of Garnet Thormyth
Huntyre: sunset Starfire[/font]
Name Velkan
Name Upon Impression Vl’kan (Sounds just like Villain)
Age 20 Turns
Gender Male
Season Born In Fall
Sexuality Heterosexual
Family
Korvan --- Father --- 50 --- Lord Holder
Diana --- Mother --- Deceased -- Harper
Korvik --- Brother --- 28 --- Fisherman (Captain)
Cassandra --- Aunt --- 48 --- Master Harper (Sister to Diana)
Fallon --- Cousin -- 20 -- Thief / Harper / Dragon Candidate
Theault --- Cousin --- 20 --- Fisherman (First Mate) / Wher Candidate
Appearance
6’1”
Dirty Blonde
Green Eyes
Due to the warm climate that is his home, lighter colors are his preferred clothing during daily activities. White and dark blue shirts coupled with dark trousers and a pair of dark boots set off his usual attire. A crop of dark, dirty blonde hair sits neatly atop his head. Most of the time he keeps it short and somewhat spiky but he can go the month or so where he grows it out somewhat and maintains a slightly shaggy and rough appearance. Clean shaven is not entirely in his nature. Velkan sees it as too much as a chore so he only cares to follow the routine every few days or so. Naturally this leaves him looking more then a little on the scruffy side on most days. Due to his great love of the outdoors and the many activities he gets in to his body has developed a healthy tan along with thick bounds of muscles that wrap from his arms, across his torso, and around his legs.
He has a few small scars here and there, the most prominent being a nice two inch scar that stretches horizontally across his nose. It’s a distinguishing mark that leaves him unable to simply blend in to a crowd. He loathes it really as it doesn’t go well when he’s forced to make appearances. During the more finer nights when Hold and Weyr come together as one and celebrate the seasons good harvest, Velken can be seen in his more finer attire. When the occasion calls for it, and that’s including when he can be bothered to put on appearances he can be seen in a crisp, deep blue tunic with streaks of white with a set of dark blue, nearly black, trousers.
Personality
Rough, mildly arrogant, proud, “tough guy” act, flawed, kind, has moments of weakness.
Under all of this hides what could be a great leader someday.
Velkan is a strong minded and proud individual. He’s not really one to cross idealistic wise as he’s very passionate about his beliefs. So if you have something to say and it goes against what he’s said you had better had something damn good to back it up with or he’ll shoot you down and watch you burn quicker then a hatchling learning to flame for the first time. He’s a very well educated individual and quick to pick up new things. He learned to read and write at a young age which in turn led him to develop his interest in painting and sketching, both a skill and a talent he picked up from his mother.
Some might say it’s all an act, a façade really. As he’s built up this dark persona that surrounds him when he’s in public but when he’s alone or with the few that really know him know that he’s just as troubled and flawed just like everyone else. Like most people though, if the right person were to come along and give him a good smack in the right direction and shatter his barriers they‘ll come to see that he‘s just a man who took a wrong turn and got lost once or twice. Basically he just needs someone to bring him back down to reality, away from the shadow of his father and his life and home, and teach him what it means to live. While, naturally, getting into mounds of mischief and trouble along the way.
History
Velkan had a pretty normal upbringing. He had the older brother, a loving mother, and what family would be complete without the overbearing and strong willed father? Korvik was the oldest and when he was 14 managed to slip out of his fathers grasp by joining his uncle on the seas and leaning the fisherman’s craft. Velkan, on the other hand, hadn’t been so fortunate. His mother had passed away when he was young and his brother had gone off and this had left Velkan under the harsh and not so loving care of his Lord Holder father. His father had loathed the fact that his eldest son had shirked his duties to being a Lord Holders son so naturally Korvan took out his frustration out his youngest and only remaining son. After all, he would need someone to carry on after he was dead and gone.
The two boys had adored their mother, Velkan most of all. She was their beacon of strength and support when their fathers wrath ripped through the hold. Now being the youngest by a good many turns, it left him vulnerable to his fathers outbursts at an early age. When mother and brother weren’t around for some reason or another, the young boy became very well acquainted with the back of his fathers hand or the snap of his belt, whichever happened to fit the Lord’s mood that evening. No one really suspected a thing when the bruises began to show on the young boy. After all, he was a child and a rambunctious young boy at that, they do tend to earn their fair share of scrapes and bruises running around the place. At first no one but the staff noticed how Velkan tended to have a few more bruises when he was alone with his father but they knew better then to speak up. Their jobs were at stake and they had families to feed, so you can’t really blame them can you? Oh but Velkan can and did as he got older.
His mother didn’t find out about the mistreatment of her son long after her eldest had left and Velkan was around the age of twelve. It was utter chaos that night. His mother was like a wher gone rogue as she confronted the man who had been abusing his own child for so many years. Velkan had been standing near the door, looking through the small crack and staring wide eyed as the light from the fire danced across his parents and the scene that was unfolding in the library. It was a passing drudge that had to take him firmly, but gently, by the hand and lead him away from the distressing scene but even though his sight no longer beheld the library his ears rang with a swift clap of flesh striking flesh and the startled gasp of his mother as Velkan could only guess his father had instead turned his hand on his mother this night.
That was the night where his hatred for his father began but it truly started to ignite and consume him no more then four turns later when his mother turned up dead in the same library the confrontation had occurred. Velkan was devastated at the loss and completely held his father responsible for her early death. By now he was sixteen and contained a lot more hatred and violence within himself. He could be heard on a daily basis going on to servants about how it was his father who murdered his mother but naturally there was no proof and of course the Lord’s servants wisely kept quiet, for anyone who spoke up about the matter tended to show up missing within the month.
Though he was the son of a Lord Holder, Velkan really only held one truly precious possession. When his mother passed her bronze fire lizard, Apollo, instead of wandering off to leave chose to further his bond with Velkan and attached himself to the boy. The old bronze was a life saver to the troubled youth. With Apollo around his father didn’t dare try and lay a hand on him and for the first time since his mother passed Velkan finally felt at ease walking the halls of his own Hold knowing no harm would come his way, not when he had his trusty companion perched stoically on his shoulder. Apollo was more then just a protector though. With his brother gone most of the time out to sea, the bronze served as a reliable means to get messages back and forth between the two brothers.
As with the rest of his life though, it seemed like this good thing wasn’t meant to last. When he was around 18 the news came down that apparently his father had found Velkan a suitable wife and the arrangements were being made to wed the two during the summer. Naturally Velkan was outraged at the audacity of his father, of course refusing to marry the girl he had no interest in and barely knew. Enraged the lad stormed into his fathers study, for the first time standing up for himself, and angrily shoved the older man from behind to gain his attention. For a brief moment it looked as though he had gained the upper hand and finally managed to put the old man in his place, showing that his son would not be his personal punching bag anymore. Those feelings only lasted half a breath as his fathers arm swung back and cracked him across the face. Blood poured down from a gash across his nose as his fathers ring had dug deep into his flesh, permanently scarring him for the rest of his life. His trusty bronze had tried to interfere and protect His but his father had swatted the annoying creature aside and leaving poor Apollo with a badly broken wing and a damaged ribcage. Unfortunately within a few days the flit had passed away after some complications that occurred from internal bleeding. Apollo had been 28.
Fed up with his life and how it had turned out so far, Velkan stormed out of his Hold after borrowing the beast masters ‘lizard and sent word to his Aunt, his mothers sister, down in the South telling her about all his fathers doings and the recent murder of his mothers flit, demanding that she use her connections with Trelis to send a dragon to fetch him. He couldn’t stay where he was anymore, he needed out. The response came within a day with instructions to wait at Ista Weyr till she could send a friend of hers to retrieve him.
It didn’t take much to get into the Weyr being the son of a Lord, even if he so happened to be a bastard, had it’s advantages. Currently he was rooming with a young Harper girl who befriended him as he patiently awaited the arrival of a Trelis dragon. He had no idea that the dragons of Ista would soon come to insist he be ushered to the sands as the thought of becoming a rider never once crossed his mind. Who knows, could this be the change that he was so desperately searching for?
Craft Harper
Ranking Apprentice
Strengths Writing, sketching, painting, playing guitar. Has the potential to teach others.
Weakness Lacks confidence in his own abilities which keeps him from reaching his full potential.
Location
Emerald Nebula egg- Garnet Thormyth impresses to Vl'kan
Age 3-4 Months
Current Size 9.3 ft
Personality: Strives for acknowledgement, Hateful, Spiteful, Aggressive, Calculating, Flirtatious, Secretly self-conscious and insecure.
Size: 37 feet
Hex Codes:
Body/Nose- 2c0000
Underside/Tailtip- b31313
Highlights/Tail- f10505
A note on Thormyth: Thormyth loves to see people get hurt, but it all comes from an insecurity he has in himself. He will never let anyone but His know, but it is there nevertheless. He's worried he isn't good enough, not taken seriously, etc. So, he decided upon hatching that he would make others pay attention and acknowledge him. He doesn't even care how much damage he has to do in the meantime.
Pop Rocks Sunset
Impressed to:
Full-grown size: 1.5 feet
Colour Codes:
DBB430
EB7120
EF1C1C
Personality: Mothering, sweet, no nonsense attitude, stern, scolding, loving, whiny at times, loves Thorymyth, possessive
Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to run around at all.[/size][/i]
F'lon of Amethyst Aphath
Canine: Dante
Fallon
Name Upon Impression F'lon
Age 21
Sex Male
OrientationHeterosexual
Location Born at Solace Hold. Residing at Trelis Weyr
Season Born Summer
Family
?? -- Father – Unknown Blue Rider (Deceased)
Cassandra – Mother -- 48 – Master Harper
Theault – Brother -- 21– Wher Candidate / Journeyman Fisher
Traylor – Son – 1
Vl'kan -- Cousin -- 20 -- Garnet Rider / Istan Holder
Appearance
6'0"
Brown/Black Hair
Green Eyes
He hates bright colors, standing out doesn’t tend to work in your favor when you have the tendencies and skills of a thief. He is normally seen wearing dark, midnight blue or onyx black shirts coupled with equally dark trousers and boots.
Standing at an even six feet the troubled man is not one usually looked down upon, rather it’s others who must dare to look up to him. A thick crop of unruly dark brown hair covers his head while a pair of piercing green eyes set it all off. His body is nicely toned, thick muscles bound his arms and torso, a result from his years of running and any other of his dastardly deeds. Scars run across his back and the upper part of his left thigh. A deep scar caresses his jaw line before cutting diagonally across his neck.
Personality
Loud, violent tendencies, deceitful, cunning. Does whatever is necessary to get what he needs.
Dark, lonely, longing, anger, pride all collide into one to form the man known as Fallon. Darkness is his companion and anger is his mate. The two twine together wonderfully and dangerously at the same time. He never travels without his knives. Plural because he always keeps at least two on his person wherever he goes. The smaller he keeps hidden in his right boot while the bigger of the two he keeps strapped to his leg. Deadly accurate with the blades he prays for someone to cross his path so he might get the chance to use them.
Even on the best days Fallon isn’t the one to be messed with, even in jest because those conversations tend to quickly escalate into confrontations. He refuses to let anyone get close, not feeling like there’s a point or a reason for doing so. It only leads to others getting hurt. The loss of his son being a prime example. Family means everything to this man, loyalty to them comes above all even that of Weyr and whatever the silly leaders have to say about it. As far as Fallon is concerned, his mother did him a great injustice by enlisting a Rider to drag him back to Trelis against his will and for that may never again stand loyally along side her. His brother is a different story altogether. Near polar opposites they may be but Fallon still holds some ounce of respect for Theault. After all, they are brothers even if Fallon feels his brother could use a few tips from him.
Likes
~`~ Heart pounding situations
~`~ Night over Day
~`~ Klah
~`~ Life or Death
Dislikes
~`~ Authority
~`~ Rules
~`~ Females who drone on endlessly
~`~ Attachments
Quirks Is often seen playing with his small ‘assassins’ style knife in moments of frustration or simply out of boredom.
History Where oh where to begin. As always the beginning seems as good a place as ever to start or as close to the beginning as we can recall. When rider boy met the young harper girl one warm summer feast, sparks were bound to fly. The pair were inseparable from that moment on, only parting ways when the rider had to train or fight the deadly wonders that surrounded the Weyr. Barely a turn had passed since the two began courting did the call to serve go up again. So the story goes that the rambunctious rider took flight with the rest of his Wing and Weyr. It was a devastating day and many riders and their dragons came back severely wounded or not at all. That Rider and his Blue were one of the lost, the pair was never seen again after attempting to rescue one of their fallen comrades. The pair left behind a heartbroken young woman, pregnant with twin boys that he would never meet. She had been planning to tell him the good news later that night when he came home to her.
That was nearly twenty turns ago and what an eventful span of time it was. The young woman had given birth to two healthy, non identical, boys, Fallon and Theault, each named partly in remembrance of their father who never made it home. Theault grew up more as the easy going carefree type, the complete opposite of his brother. Fallon was much more conniving and troublesome.
Fallon absolutely loathed growing up in the weyr, constantly in the shadows of the other Riders children and feeling as though he was being walked on everyday. His father had been a rider! Hell, even giving his life for the pathetic weyr. A greater honor then any of those sky jockeys could even hope of accomplishing. It made him bitter and hateful towards nearly everyone he met. His brother and mother were the only ones who escaped his wrath. Blood would always be there, everyone else however could not be counted on so easily.
At the age of fourteen, after already creating a bit of a reputation for himself, he ran away from home, immersing himself in the darker trades which included thievery and other less then friendly dealings. The boy had fallen into the wrong crowd yet he felt as though he had found his element. Or so he believed at least.
Nearly fours turns went by before any hint of his prior life at Trelis was remembered. A brown rider had managed to track him down to Rutha Hold, a favor done on behalf of his mother. Fallon didn’t go quietly though. The use of force was required to subdue the rowdy teenager enough so the Rider was able to bind him and toss him on the back of his dark dragon and transported him back to his mother and the comforts of the Weyr.
After he had awoken on the couch in his mothers quarters, not even the sound words of his brother could calm him down. His own flesh and blood had betrayed him. It took two riders and a passing drudge to overpower the enraged young man, tearing him from the room and dragging him to the very bottom of the Weyr. For the next two years he was placed on a sort of twenty-four hour watch, forced to work down in the caverns doing nearly the same chores as the candidates, only his consisted of more backbreaking work. It was during this year of work that he got involved with a young healer. It was all physical of course, he was unable to feel any sort of emotions towards others. Fallon had just swiped a few wineskins from the kitchen and had taken it upon himself to relax in the moonlight down by the shore. It was there the curious, and foolish, girl stumbled upon him and his ungodly antics. Before long the girl became pregnant and gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, who they named Traylor. Naturally when the girls parents had found out who in fact was the father of their grandchild they forbade Fallon from ever seeing their daughter or his own son again. The girls father even going so far as to threaten to end Fallons very life if he ever saw the young man again. The girl he could have gone without seeing but it came as a real blow to find out that he would never be able to have a hand in raising his own son. He was almost the prefect spinning image of his own father now.
He was nearing on twenty when the decision came down to release him from his community service, if you will, though the brown Rider who had initially brought him back would continue to keep an eye on him for turns to come. It would be during one of his daily duties outside the weyr that the lad would be searched out by the same brown and his Rider. Naturally Fallon took it as complete joke. The dragons thought he was able to stand for one of their clutches? Nevertheless he would attempt to put up with the lessons and the training that was bound to come. Was he going to like it? No. Would he get into trouble along the way? Oh of course but that was the life of the harpers son. That was Fallon.
Craft Thief / Harper
Level Journeyman
Years 7
Strengths Stealth, Pick Pocketing, ‘the element of surprise’, quick with his hands. Writing and the occasional painting.
Weaknesses Singing, instruments. Anything that deals with one on one pleasantries really.
Amethyst Aphath
Pic by Lark
White Jade Egg to F'lon (Zero)
Coloring:
Body- d180d9
Underside- ceb2cf
Highlight- fa98ff
Markings on Head- fefefe
Age 2-3 Months
Size: 22 feet (fully grown)
Personality: Aggressive, convinced she is always right, strives for justice, easily distracted, rarely talks to others, will "conveniently" let slip F'lon's plans when he's bad.
Appearance: Middling shade of purple with a greyish-purple neck and belly and whitish markings on her face.
Pets
Name Dante
Species Canine
Age Puppy
Gender Male
Size Medium
Appearance:
By no means the largest or smallest of the litter, this little guy is just a bit larger than the smallest. He wont stay that way for long though! He's overdue for a massive growth spurt that will make him roughly the second largest of the littler. His build is average, strong enough to let him do what he wants without appearing unnatural. Though he is obviously male, his face has a rather soft, feminine look to it.
Personality:
curious, adventurous, cocky, thinks he is ready to take on the world, likes to test (and overstep) boundaries placed on him, a bit naive, too trusting for his own good sometimes
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Wher Handlers
Theault, Handler of Green Thesk
Theault
Pronunciation Tear-E-Ul
Nickname Theo
Age 21
Sex Male
Orientation Heterosexual
Location Born at Solace Hold. Residing at Trelis Weyr
Season Born Summer
Family
?? -- Father – Unknown Blue Rider (Deceased)
Cassandra – Mother -- 48 – Master Harper
Fallon[/u] – Brother -- 21– Dragon Candidate / Thief / Journeyman Harper
Traylor -- Nephew -- 1
Appearance
6'1"
Brown/Black Hair
Clear Blue Eyes
Standing at a rough 6”1’ the man wasn’t overbearingly tall nor was he the shortest in his class. Medium to dark brown hair tops his head and a pair of clear blue eyes peer out from below. Due to his years spent out at the docks his skin has soaked in the sun enough and now holds a nice, healthy tan. His body doesn’t hold too many scars, though a fair few decorate his hands as a result from getting hooked by his own lines on more then one occasion. He sports a two inch scar that runs from his hairline, through his left eyebrow. A little gift given to him by Fallon during one of their more rowdy fights as teenagers. He is usually seen sporting crisp white or deep red tops with matching dark colored trousers and boots. Simple and clean, the way he generally prefers things.
Personality
Quiet, Laidback, Relaxed, Shy but can be a bit Cocky.
Theault takes great pride in knowing that his father had been a Rider and had given his life for his family and his Weyr. His mother taught him not to be spiteful or angry but proud and hold pride in the fact that he was one of two sons who had the honor to live on and carry on his fathers legacy.
The more laidback of the two brothers, Theo tends to mostly keep to himself, not bothered to go out of his way to make sure he’s surrounded by others. He takes solace in the moments he gets to himself, soaking in the silence before his brother can come along and stir things up again which happened frequent and often. On the occasion where he’s feeling more lively and sociable, which tends to occur around Weyr events, you can find Theault fully immersed in the atmosphere. Yet even then he continues to remain a bit standoffish at times. He actually a quite charming individual once you break down his few personal walls and get to know the man. At times even having the bold tendencies to flirt a little with the opposite sex.
Likes
~`~ the Ocean
~`~ Midnight snacks
~`~ Dragons
~`~ A good tussle
Dislikes
~`~ waking up early
~`~ running late (whether job or date related)
~`~ too much talking ruins everything
~`~ breaking a new net/line
Quirks
History Where oh where to begin. As always the beginning seems as good a place as ever to start or as close to the beginning as we can recall. When rider boy met the young harper girl one warm summer feast, sparks were bound to fly. The pair were inseparable from that moment on, only parting ways when the rider had to train or fight the other deadly elements Trelis had to offer. Barely a turn had passed since the two began courting did the call to serve go up again, this time for a rescue mission. So the story goes that the rambunctious rider took flight with the rest of his Wing and Weyr. The event was a deadly one and many riders and their dragons came back severely wounded or not at all. That Rider and his Blue were one of the lost, the pair was never seen again. They left behind a heartbroken young woman, pregnant with twin boys that he would never meet. She had been planning to tell him the good news later that night when he came home to her.
That was nearly twenty turns ago and what an eventful span of time it was. The young woman had given birth to two healthy, non identical, boys, Fallon and Theault, each named partly in remembrance of their father who never made it home. Theault grew up more as the easy going carefree type, the complete opposite of his brother. Fallon was much more conniving and troublesome.
Theault was the calmer of the two and really never quite understood why his brother behaved the way he did.
Being twins the boys were always seen together, hardly ever apart. That was until they hit the age of fourteen and Fallon simply disappeared, ran off with all his hatred and pent up rage and leaving his brother on his own. Theo took it all in stride though. Of course it hurt when his brother left but eventually Theo got over it and began to move on with his life.
He started off small of course, his mother wished her son to follow in the harper trader but the dark haired boy had other things in mind. Not long after Fallon had runaway, Theault found himself being drawn more and more to the docks and the sea. Time went on and a young captain hired the boy on as a deckhand. It wasn’t glamorous but he loved every moment of it. Everyday since, for nearly six turns, the young man had dedicated his life to the workings of the dock and ship he had grown to love. He was happy, his mother seemed less stressed, and all seemed well in the world.
It wasn’t until he was nearly eighteen did Theo get the chance to see his brother once more. He arrived atop a brown dragon, the Rider had been a friend of their fathers, bound and unconscious. Theault helped transfer his sibling with help from the Rider to their mothers quarters and from there he began to learn what his brother had been up to for the past four years. What he managed to get out of their mother shocked him. To learn that his flesh and blood had turned so dark and vile was almost unreal.
As Fallon regained consciousness a fight broke out between the men. One upset for being dragged back to this “hell” the other for refusing to believe the crimes his brother had committed. The fight lasted only a few brief minutes but was long enough to break a small wooden table. It only ended when Fallon pulled one of his knives on his brother, only trying to ward him off, but ended up cleanly slicing him across his forehead. The Rider and a few passersby quickly grabbed Fallon and hauled him off, leaving Theo with a lasting scar and mixed feelings about his deranged brother.
The days passed and Theault eventually went back to his docks. Content to spend his lazy days fighting with the forces of nature till the day came where his next trip to the Weyr would draw him into the world of the whers. There had been a rumor that their gold had ran recently so there would be a clutch on the sands soon. Theo had some time off and it seemed like a interesting little world to look in to. It wasn’t like one of the night creatures would choose the observer anyways right?
Craft Fishing
Level Journeyman / First Mate
Years 8
Strengths Navigation, mending nets, hooking, baiting
Weaknesses Trolling, slightly clumsy, tends to hook himself on a daily basis.
Bonded
Green Thesk
Impressed to: Theault
Rank: Green
Size: 5ft at full growth
Age: Hatchling
Color Codes: Body 9fcd72, Legs/Eye-markings 285b06. Wings/Heart-markings e0eed0
Personality: Head-strong, Vain, Aggressive, Blames others first, Prideful, Likes oddities, Stands up for what she believes in
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