Post by Zero on Sept 22, 2011 17:09:06 GMT -5
Dakor
Age|| 26
Gender|| Male
Orientation|| Heterosexual
Family||
Dakar – Father – 47 – Blacksmith
Aria – Mother – 45 – Weaver
Kaira – Sister – 27 – Healer
Darkaio – Brother – 22 -- Blacksmith
Appearance
6’2”
Dark Blonde Hair
Steel Blue Eyes
Standing at roughly 6’2”, Dakor wasn’t the tallest in the Weyr but he wasn’t close to being one of the smallest either. Actually he stands at about an average height and is perfectly content with that fact. Being too tall didn’t go well with the constant hunkering down over burning forges his families craft calls for. Due to his upbringing in a blacksmiths home he’s gained his fair share of scars and marks. Mostly these are small nicks and light burns from getting in the way of hot metal, nothing too serious though. His hands are rough and calloused from years of working with hot metal and blistering flames. Due to years of handing heavy metals and hardened minerals his body is more than just naturally toned; his chest and arms specifically. The fires from the forges have also managed to color his skin to a nice, healthy tone.
He holds what could be described as a gruff looking appearance, which makes him look intimidating and unapproachable. His hair sometimes strays into his eyes but most of the time it holds a messy/spiked look. As such he also goes unshaven, choosing to sport the rugged/scruffy look on most occasions. Plain clothes are his chosen attire; choosing to stick with the colors of white, black, and blue in the way of shirts, accompanied with plain dark trousers and equally dark and worn out boots.
Personality||
Warm, Easy to get along with, Dependable, Courageous, Rough around the Edges
Off Duty|| When off duty Dakor is definitely more laid back and lot more relaxed. He can be seen as a very easy going guy without a care in the world. He laughs freely and often, mostly when he’s spending time with his young wher or any close friends. He’s a little on the lazy side, preferring to spend most of his time in bed whenever he gets the chance, much to the dislike of his energetic wher. His favorite pastime, however, is taking a full skin of hot klah out to the beach, in the dead of night of course, and watching the shipfish play near the shore while his own Dask amuses himself by chasing the small wildlife.
On Duty|| Here’s where the leader comes out. Here’s where the general in disguise reveals himself to his coworkers and leadership. When on duty there’s no time for foolish games or goofing off, it’s a time to do the job given to him to the best of his ability. His job means everything to him so does proving himself to his leadership so maybe one day, he himself just might hold a strong position in the wherhold. He’s strict, a little rough, and can even overdo it sometimes, which naturally gets him into a fair bit of trouble with his higher ups.
History||
Dakor grew up fairly normal. He was born to a stern, but loving, blacksmith father and a caring weaver mother down in good ol’ Southern Weyr. Life was good, he grew up with his two siblings who he adored and all three learned their father’s trade to help out around the home. It was his sister who chose to break off from the smithy home and chose to follow the life of the healer, while the two boys stuck with their father for years to come.
It was around the age of 16 that Dakor began to show an interest in the whers of Southern. Being a night owl allowed him the chance to easily stay up and have the opportunity to witness more than a few hatchings. It was an amazing world as far as he was concerned and the first time he saw one of the interesting creatures Impress, he was hooked. To him every color was fascinating to observe. From green to gold and every color in between, they all had their own unique personalities, just like the dragons, and no two were alike. Naturally some were more aggressive than others and yet there were those that didn’t even fit the typical stereotype of a wher; they were happy, shy, or even nervous around others. It was fantastic! However, as much as he fell in love with the whers Dakor always found himself returning home to assist his father in the realm of the blacksmith. Being the oldest son he felt he owed it to his family to stay home and carry on the family trade even though his younger brother was also choosing to take on the blacksmith life.
His life changing moment would come turns down the line, around in his mid twenties, 24 if you want to be exact. The night started off as any other would, his wher handler friend had informed him that there would be a hatching and naturally Dakor took his usual spot in the stands. Observers were never turned away and as he had been going for turns now, he was seen as a regular attender and greeted with smiles and handshakes from handlers and candidates alike. So the hatching began. It was a small clutch, only six eggs. So far it seemed normal. The first egg hatched, the smallest and it was a white! Dakor’s jaw dropped for that was the first white that Southern had ever hatched! Well…as far back as their records told anyway. The little beast hissed and struggled with its egg before stumbling around the sand. A bond was made quickly however, to a young girl, who was very clearly elated at her new companion.
So the hatching continued in much the same manner. By the end there were three hatchlings still wandering the sands and a single dud egg sitting off in the back. A blue, brown, and bronze seemed disinterred in the candidates and more focused on the ‘game’ the larger bronze was trying to coax his brothers into joining. The dark brown was having none of it and hissed and snapped at the young King before trotting off and choosing His. The blue, however, joined in the game of flip the broken eggshell for a few moments before he became distracted by the candidates and he too wandered off. Seemingly disheartened at losing his playmates, the bronze sulked off to the side close to where Dakor and the Wherling Master stood idly chatting.
Cocking his head the still eggwet young bronze looked up at Dakor with his swirling eyes and nudged the man.
Dask play. Dakor play with Dask?
Eyes wide, Dakor looked down at the hatchling and dumbly nodded his head. He stood like that for a few moments till the Wherling Master nudged him in the ribs. Shaking his head, he snapped himself out of the trance and quickly got down on his knees in front of the hatchling. “Oh yes my friend. I will always have time for play.” Grinning from ear to ear, Dakor stood and led his companion away to be cleaned and fed.
From that day on the two were inseparable and Dakor couldn’t be happier. The pair worked hard and trained hard at Southern for two and a half turns till the opportunity came up for an exchange/training program with their sister weyr; Trelis. The pair would be there for close to a month, working side by side with the resident whers and handlers of Trelis. It was here that he realized his love for the Island and took the opportunity to speak to the Weyrleaders of Trelis and Southern, requesting a transfer.
It took days for the motion to pass but eventually the good news was passed on and Dakor found out he was allowed to stay and now had a new home on the Island. What sort of mischief and trials will the pair go through at their new home?
Location|| Formerly Southern Weyr. Recently transferred to Trelis Weyr
Rank|| Bronze Wher Handler
Pack|| Earthquake
Craft Blacksmith
Skill Level Journeyman
Turns 13
Wher||
Name|| Dask
Age|| 2 ½ turns
Rank|| Bronze
Size|| 6.2 ft
Color Codes
996600 -- Base
3f1712 -- Marking(s)
Appearance||
Dask isn’t the largest of the bronzes but he is a fairly big boy. Heavily muscled, this boy was built for power and strength. Though speed may not necessarily be on his side his stamina reserves are incredible. His tail is a little longer than most but it does not hinder him, instead it simply aids him more in keeping his balance while walking and running.
As far as coloration goes, he isn’t overly unique in that department. He’s got a fairly solid base coat with really only one truly identifying mark. Around his right eye and stretching back partway down his neck is a streak of a darker, reddish hued coloration. As far as scaring goes his hide remains fairly intact. The only discerning mark is a partial tear to his left wing membrane.
Personality||
Dask is an…interesting wher to say the least. Dakor puts it off to him still being so young. Dask loves to play. It’s his favorite past time. Not a candlemark goes by without the wher asking his handler to partake in whatever little game he’s managed to come up with in the spur of the moment. Very playful when he wants to be, Dask is also very stubborn as well, usually ignoring Dakor when it comes to actual work. After all, work is boring, play is more fun!
On the other hand though, Dask can in fact show possible future leadership capabilities. Unless he really knows someone, out of play or nightly meetings, he’s liable to be snappy and grumpy if they don’t listen or ignore him. Dakor thinks this is possible due to his hatching day, when his clutch-brothers really didn’t pay him any mind. Dakor, of course, is the only one who can reel in the grumpy and sometimes sulky bronze but he’s certain his young companion will grow out of it; that it’s simply just a growing up phase he’s going through.
Mind-Voice
DasksDakor play, yes?
His voice is very inquisitive and curious but like his handler, it’s also a little rough and on the baritone sounding side of things. It can have a calming/cheery effect on the mind but if Dask is agitated and upset he can easily draw forth feelings of terror and unease. Best to stay on his good side then, eh?
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