Post by cynath on Apr 7, 2007 17:26:08 GMT -5
Contact Info: See V'rak's bio sheet
Character Info:
Name: S'frid
Age: 26
Gender: male
Rank: dragon rider
Family:
Father; Blue Wingrider C’vante (deceased at 64); a humorous man in his younger years, C’vante matured quickly in a wing of older riders being one of the youngest among them. However, the humor was not lost until the tragic death of his Blue Horth in a flight accident that surely could have been avoided. C’vante survived physically, but led to madness after the loss, eventually taking his own life as so many did.
Mother; Taniel (69); a journeywoman healer at Fort, the aging woman has a kind heart and a level head. She’s strict with both her 4 boys and any other patient that should seek any form of medical attention for many ailments.
Half-Brother; Zolin (44); A journeyman in smithing, the man is a hard guy to find. He always seems to be on the move and in a hurry for some unexplained reason. He has an avid dislike of dragons, and this roots to being envious of his three younger half brothers. Father of three girls… all by different mothers.
Brothers;
H’lthor (39); rider of brown Cynith, he rose to become a Wingsecond in the Pyralis Wing. The rider seems to fit the profile of the Wing well. His temper is short, yet oddly passionate. He’s stubborn as an ox and as he sees it, so it should be.
V'rak (36); Triveni Wingleader, Rider of Bronze Bristith. See Vrak's bio.
Appearance: The vitality of youth has yet to leave this man. His features much remained the same since he was a weyrling. He was gifted with the same bright, intelligent eyes as his brothers, though a slight different hue, favoring the purplish side of the color spectrum. The youthful face is capped by a thick mess of often wind tangled dark brown locks, with the slightest of wave. His facial features are softer than those of his brothers. Almost more feminine. The eyes are larger and well set with long dark lashes the nose small, the lips full, and a total lack of facial hair to obscure those features. His body matches the rest of him, his body lean, but not built with muscles like the other riders', his hands are small, his fingers long and neat. He stands exactly 5'7" tall, not very impressive....
He prefers casual comfortable clothes, and favors a blue color to bring out his eyes. Soft soled shoes are a must. The way he sees it, it's comfort over eye-pleasing. Though the two usually mix well with S'frid
Personality: S'frid is quiet by nature. He prefers a good book over the trivialities of fighting thread, or performing drills. In fact, it all quite bores him. He tries to stay as far away from any political spectrum as he can, his opinions neutral. There is no wrong or right in his books, only common sense. There are pros and cons to any scenario given, and he'll gladly list some if you're willing to listen.
His calm nature makes him an easy man to get along with. He is rarely spontaneous, and when he is, it always seems to be worth the shock factor. He is extremely compatible with both genders. And really, he has no preference. He'll take them as they come!
History: Under the encouragement of both mother and brothers, S'frid's life purpose became to ride a dragon. His eldest brother tried for a long time to get him near his brown Cynith, to little avail. It wasn't that the boy was dragonshy, just timid of the larger dragons. Like comparing a horse to a pony. The pony would have been the boy's choice.
S'frid was studious, and always had a passion for books, so it came to no ones surprise that the boy knew much about the historical facts of the Weyr and it's neighbors. It was such a profound knowledge, despite his young age, that the Candidate Master pressed him to try to Impress. That first time on the sands had been nerve-racking, and even embarrassing, when he failed to Impress. It didn't bother him for long though. He knew he was young yet, and had plenty of time, so it had been back to the books for another turn.
The second time on the sands, S'frid had little to concern about. It didn't matter if he Impressed or not. Sure, it would be embarrassing to leave again, and have to return AGAIN. A slight sense of dread at that notion had began to build as the hatchlings found Theirs, leaving the sands all happy like, mostly unaware of the remaining mottled egg left behind.
He Impressed that last hatchling, a small blue with an awkward wing. The runt of the nest. The two were such a perfect match, that age was often forgotten.
The turns of Weyrling training were difficult. S'frid's blue grew slowly, one wing slightly gimped from those first stages of egg development. The two did well enough, though the training was too tedious for either's taste. Both much preferred lessons in husbandry, harness repair, and basic, non-demanding tasks.
Though the pair survived those turns, they remained with their simple tasks. They do not fly with the Wings, but often aid in harness and clothing repair when those riders do not have the time, as well as aiding the weyrlingmaster, in the little spare time offered he is otherwise found snout deep in some thick musty volume of history.
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Dragon Info:
Name: Kerroth
Age: 10 turns
Color: Blue
Appearance: Kerroth is neither large, and strong, or swift and agile. By all means he is a weakling, good for nothing but casual company. The small blue is a dark tone of his color, almost a blueberry coloring, with darker accents (limps, snout, wing leathers, tail, etc). The face is narrow and long, ending in a dark pointed snout, crowned by few, rather useless spines. His left wing is slightly awkward looking, one bone slightly twisted from early development. He is able to fly, though not for great distances, nor too quickly. Over all, Kerroth is nothing special to look at, only the intelligence in his eyes gives him any impression of being more than some simple beast.
picture...yes
Personality: Kerroth is an easy going dragon. He tries to avoid stepping on anyone's toes since he is near the bottom of the foodchain as far as dragons go. Being small and weak, he is not meek, or withdrawn. He has a spark of intelligence that gives him a quick tongue -and mind. He offers a good conversation to any willing to listen. As they say, brains over brawn.
History: The last to hatch, Kerroth had never been graceful or strong. He'd stumbled to the few remaining candidates, thankful that his siblings had all gone so they didn't knock him over in their rush. His right wing was perfectly normal, offering a little balance, it was the left which set him off on stumbling legs.
He'd fallen once, then twice on the Sands in his reaching the Candidates, and the third time, he'd stayed there for a minute, both to catch his breath and to look at those remaining to wait for him. He scanned each as individuals, trying to find His. When he stood again on wobbly legs, he stumbled towards them. He now knew who His was, and that made it easier! His was a younger boy, quiet, independent, smart.
My name is Kerroth, S'frid. I am Yours and you are Mine. the hatchling crooned, falling over once again. Only this time, it had been a pair of hands that had set him upright, and instant before scooping him up entirely.
The blue hatchling had grown slowly, though by his appetite you'd never think of it. He's still small even as an adult, still slightly off balance sometimes.
Clutch: first of Adeloth by Bronze Sventh
Hatching Order: 15th (aka LAST!)
Wing: Weyrling Wing
Character Info:
Name: S'frid
Age: 26
Gender: male
Rank: dragon rider
Family:
Father; Blue Wingrider C’vante (deceased at 64); a humorous man in his younger years, C’vante matured quickly in a wing of older riders being one of the youngest among them. However, the humor was not lost until the tragic death of his Blue Horth in a flight accident that surely could have been avoided. C’vante survived physically, but led to madness after the loss, eventually taking his own life as so many did.
Mother; Taniel (69); a journeywoman healer at Fort, the aging woman has a kind heart and a level head. She’s strict with both her 4 boys and any other patient that should seek any form of medical attention for many ailments.
Half-Brother; Zolin (44); A journeyman in smithing, the man is a hard guy to find. He always seems to be on the move and in a hurry for some unexplained reason. He has an avid dislike of dragons, and this roots to being envious of his three younger half brothers. Father of three girls… all by different mothers.
Brothers;
H’lthor (39); rider of brown Cynith, he rose to become a Wingsecond in the Pyralis Wing. The rider seems to fit the profile of the Wing well. His temper is short, yet oddly passionate. He’s stubborn as an ox and as he sees it, so it should be.
V'rak (36); Triveni Wingleader, Rider of Bronze Bristith. See Vrak's bio.
Appearance: The vitality of youth has yet to leave this man. His features much remained the same since he was a weyrling. He was gifted with the same bright, intelligent eyes as his brothers, though a slight different hue, favoring the purplish side of the color spectrum. The youthful face is capped by a thick mess of often wind tangled dark brown locks, with the slightest of wave. His facial features are softer than those of his brothers. Almost more feminine. The eyes are larger and well set with long dark lashes the nose small, the lips full, and a total lack of facial hair to obscure those features. His body matches the rest of him, his body lean, but not built with muscles like the other riders', his hands are small, his fingers long and neat. He stands exactly 5'7" tall, not very impressive....
He prefers casual comfortable clothes, and favors a blue color to bring out his eyes. Soft soled shoes are a must. The way he sees it, it's comfort over eye-pleasing. Though the two usually mix well with S'frid
Personality: S'frid is quiet by nature. He prefers a good book over the trivialities of fighting thread, or performing drills. In fact, it all quite bores him. He tries to stay as far away from any political spectrum as he can, his opinions neutral. There is no wrong or right in his books, only common sense. There are pros and cons to any scenario given, and he'll gladly list some if you're willing to listen.
His calm nature makes him an easy man to get along with. He is rarely spontaneous, and when he is, it always seems to be worth the shock factor. He is extremely compatible with both genders. And really, he has no preference. He'll take them as they come!
History: Under the encouragement of both mother and brothers, S'frid's life purpose became to ride a dragon. His eldest brother tried for a long time to get him near his brown Cynith, to little avail. It wasn't that the boy was dragonshy, just timid of the larger dragons. Like comparing a horse to a pony. The pony would have been the boy's choice.
S'frid was studious, and always had a passion for books, so it came to no ones surprise that the boy knew much about the historical facts of the Weyr and it's neighbors. It was such a profound knowledge, despite his young age, that the Candidate Master pressed him to try to Impress. That first time on the sands had been nerve-racking, and even embarrassing, when he failed to Impress. It didn't bother him for long though. He knew he was young yet, and had plenty of time, so it had been back to the books for another turn.
The second time on the sands, S'frid had little to concern about. It didn't matter if he Impressed or not. Sure, it would be embarrassing to leave again, and have to return AGAIN. A slight sense of dread at that notion had began to build as the hatchlings found Theirs, leaving the sands all happy like, mostly unaware of the remaining mottled egg left behind.
He Impressed that last hatchling, a small blue with an awkward wing. The runt of the nest. The two were such a perfect match, that age was often forgotten.
The turns of Weyrling training were difficult. S'frid's blue grew slowly, one wing slightly gimped from those first stages of egg development. The two did well enough, though the training was too tedious for either's taste. Both much preferred lessons in husbandry, harness repair, and basic, non-demanding tasks.
Though the pair survived those turns, they remained with their simple tasks. They do not fly with the Wings, but often aid in harness and clothing repair when those riders do not have the time, as well as aiding the weyrlingmaster, in the little spare time offered he is otherwise found snout deep in some thick musty volume of history.
-------
Dragon Info:
Name: Kerroth
Age: 10 turns
Color: Blue
Appearance: Kerroth is neither large, and strong, or swift and agile. By all means he is a weakling, good for nothing but casual company. The small blue is a dark tone of his color, almost a blueberry coloring, with darker accents (limps, snout, wing leathers, tail, etc). The face is narrow and long, ending in a dark pointed snout, crowned by few, rather useless spines. His left wing is slightly awkward looking, one bone slightly twisted from early development. He is able to fly, though not for great distances, nor too quickly. Over all, Kerroth is nothing special to look at, only the intelligence in his eyes gives him any impression of being more than some simple beast.
picture...yes
Personality: Kerroth is an easy going dragon. He tries to avoid stepping on anyone's toes since he is near the bottom of the foodchain as far as dragons go. Being small and weak, he is not meek, or withdrawn. He has a spark of intelligence that gives him a quick tongue -and mind. He offers a good conversation to any willing to listen. As they say, brains over brawn.
History: The last to hatch, Kerroth had never been graceful or strong. He'd stumbled to the few remaining candidates, thankful that his siblings had all gone so they didn't knock him over in their rush. His right wing was perfectly normal, offering a little balance, it was the left which set him off on stumbling legs.
He'd fallen once, then twice on the Sands in his reaching the Candidates, and the third time, he'd stayed there for a minute, both to catch his breath and to look at those remaining to wait for him. He scanned each as individuals, trying to find His. When he stood again on wobbly legs, he stumbled towards them. He now knew who His was, and that made it easier! His was a younger boy, quiet, independent, smart.
My name is Kerroth, S'frid. I am Yours and you are Mine. the hatchling crooned, falling over once again. Only this time, it had been a pair of hands that had set him upright, and instant before scooping him up entirely.
The blue hatchling had grown slowly, though by his appetite you'd never think of it. He's still small even as an adult, still slightly off balance sometimes.
Clutch: first of Adeloth by Bronze Sventh
Hatching Order: 15th (aka LAST!)
Wing: Weyrling Wing
