Post by Dreamer on Jun 5, 2010 16:43:07 GMT -5
Contact Info:
twosillygoats@netscape.net
Character Info:[/i]
Name:
M’ren(Madren)
Age:
30(1026)
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Weyrling Master’s Assistant
Family:
Parents:
Quendal(Father, 59, Steward)
Lendras(Mother, 54)
Brothers and Sisters:
Hendris, 37, Smith Journeyman, Unmarried
Kendisa, 33, Married to Venkran(Smith)
Listras, 31, Married to Gofen(Steward)
Diwent, 28, Steward, Married to Caroze
Nieces and Nephews:
Kendisa’s Children:
Lyka, 12, Female
Fenta, 9, Male
Male, Stillborn
Quakyl, 2, Male
Listras’ Children:
Sowen, 10, Male
Hedwen, 3, Male
Diwent’s Children:
Zondra, 3, Female
Kevende, 2, Female
Children:
Lisette’s Children:
Lisren, 2, Male
Appearance:
M’ren’s short dark brown hair is already beginning to go gray, a trait that runs in his family. His eyes are blue gray, hardening his iron face, with it’s imposing roman nose. Like most riders, he doesn’t allow any facial hair to grow, though he’s thought that a handlebar mustache might look dashing.
He’s build strong, but short, standing at about 5’6, with tough muscles that wouldn’t be out of place on a smith(though he has no talent in that direction). Most of his clothing is made for flying, or has been modified in some way to make it easier to move about in it. Nearly everything he owns is thick and warm, and all of his jackets are Wherhide. M’ren always wears a thick hide belt that nearly always has his riding gloves attached to it, or something of that fashion.
His fingers, scarred from being jabbed with hide piercing needles, are small and strong. Though normally not very fast, if someone is in trouble, it’s interesting to see him run. He’s a very good swimmer, because even in the winter Weyrlings swim. He has farmer tan, as a lot of his skin is rarely in a place the sun can seen. Whenever he focuses on something, he frowns slightly, and he covers his mouth whenever he laughs or coughs. He’s left handed, and keeps his nails well tended.
His manners are impeccable, and M’ren never gets food stains on his clothing. Deft hands are controlled and rock steady, and occasionally are used to emphasis a point when talking about something. A baritone, his tone travels from a gravely low, to a lighter, brisk high. He wears no jewelry except for a leather thong with a blank disk hanging from it.
Personality:
Though he may look the part of a mountain man, M’ren is far from it. He likes people, isn’t at all gruff(unless he’s acting), and is known for easing hearts and soothing homesickness. Once you get over the exterior, he’s a sweet guy, with a huge soft spot. Though not a pushover, he’s a lot nicer than his superior. He’s not known for working people to the bone, but anyone slacking off will feel his wrath.
He’s good at placing Weyrlings, and has often worked with Wingleaders to place the right Riders in the right Wings. He’s the one who takes care of the Weyrling Wings, and if there is a Weyrling or Candidate with a nightmare, he’s the one who loses sleep comforting them. It’s a lot of grunt work, but he does enjoy it. It takes his mind off of his dead Weyrmate, and reminds him of the future, and the hope that is in each and everyone of those kids he teaches.
One of M’ren’s biggest weaknesses is alcohol. He’s trying to stop drinking it because “As much as I like myself when I’m drunk, from what I’ve heard, no one else does.”
It’s also lead to another complication- the birth of his son, Lisren. Though not a huge deal in the Weyr, M’ren is hold born, and holds children sacred. Coming to terms with being a father, and not to his Weyrmate's children still bothers him, but he’s learning to live with it.
History:
Born in Telgar Hold, M’ren lived a normal life. He wasn’t going to be anything other than a holder, being the second son of his father. When he was fifteen, a blue search dragon from Telgar showed up on Search.
He Impressed at the first clutch he stood at(Much to his surprise) getting Thoth as his partner. Though both excelled at most of the things taught in Weyrling class, neither of them showed any aptitude for ever joining a real wing. Instead, M’ren showed an aptitude for teaching, and the current Weyrling Master took him under his wing. When they graduated from Weyrlinghood, M’ren didn’t get tapped by a Wingleader, instead he was informed that he was going to become a Weyrling Assistant. He was seventeen at the time. The Weyrling Master he’d learned from stepped down when M’ren was twenty seven.
That was the turn he met Hamida. Her, and her old Weyrmate had split up, and it hadn’t been amicable. While she was getting adjusted, M’ren started spending as much time with her as possible, finally flying her Green when she rose a few sevendays later. They were a well matched pair, and always managed to work their way through arguments that did happen. And so, for two turns everything worked nicely.
Then she got sick. It wasn’t anything major- just a chill. But it kept getting worse, and the Healers weren’t sure why their remedies didn’t work. Though she’d always been a healthy woman, Hamida got sicker, and sicker, and finally, three or four months after first falling ill, she died. M’ren had always had a slight weakness when it came to wine, but it was even more pronounced then. For weeks, he was drunk every night, and he was more and more out there. When his superior told him that if M’ren didn’t shape up within a sevenday, he would no longer be considered a Weyrling anything- M’ren shaped up. And by shaped up, I mean he stopped drinking publicly, and makes sure he can wake up in the morning. It’s one of the better kept secrets in the Weyr, and no one knows about it yet.
Edit:
One of the biggest changes of M’ren’s life occurred only a few turns ago. It was the birth of his first child: a son who he both spoils and ignores, depending on his mood.
The next is a brand new Weyrling Master. While he was asked to take the job himself, M'ren did not want it. He likes the place he has now, and doesn't want to move up- besides, should the next replacement be a Bronze it's likely he wouldn't be allowed to stay as the Master anyway. This way, there's no let down. Besides, it would interfere with his alcohol intake.
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Dragon Info:[/u]
Name:
Thoth
Age:
14
Color:
Brown
Appearance:
Build as big as his rider is small, Thoth’s size has been the bane of M’ren’s life for many turns. Though only a foot or so over Brown average, it’s still a great deal of work for M’ren.
Thoth is nearly always freshly bathed, either from candidates after Thoth donates his time to the Candidates, or Weyrlings undergoing punishment duty. He’s the color of fresh turned dirt, with a sandy underbelly. He’s several scars on various places due to contact with overly stupid Weyrlings, and one late night misadventure when he was younger.
They isn’t really anything distinguishing about him- he’s no more agile than another brown, nor quick, nor does he have more stamina. He is, however, a rather nice brown- at least in his and M’ren’s eyes.
Personality:
Unlike many Browns, Thoth is not lazy. It might be his natural inclination, but having to deal with Dragon Weyrlings has kept him on his toes. M’ren, his rider says that Thoth would be a fat brown if not for the Weyrling’s antics.
Thoth enjoys the company of the younger of his species, and also looks into it as a chance to get to know the females before any other of the males have a chance. He’s good natured, and will listen to any questions or concerns that anyone may have, without judgment.
He’s calm and soothing, the best thing for the easily excited or frightened Weyrlings. Thoth occasionally grows jealous of dragons in Wings. He likes training for the decimation of Thread with the Weyrlings, and would like to do it more often then just when demonstrating to the Weyrlings.
He’s also a true lover of Greenflights, though his Rider puts in a lot of work trying to stop him from ever going after recent graduates of Weyrlinghood
History:
M’ren doesn’t remember anything before teaching Weyrlings. He remembers some of the Weyrlings- the beautiful sea colored Green, and the blue who’d needed to be rescued from the lake, and the bronze who’d dived at the wrong time and nearly taken Thoth’s eye out.
He remembers a Green adult who sunned with him, and shared a ledge with him- but her name has faded, as has who she was.
He remembers telling a boy once that they would be together forever- neither would ever fear being alone again. Thoth is proud of himself for remembering so much.
Clutch:
Beynath’s 43rd, by Bronze Tlath
Hatching Order:
Fifth To Hatch
Wing:
Weyrling Wing
twosillygoats@netscape.net
Character Info:[/i]
Name:
M’ren(Madren)
Age:
30(1026)
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Weyrling Master’s Assistant
Family:
Parents:
Quendal(Father, 59, Steward)
Lendras(Mother, 54)
Brothers and Sisters:
Hendris, 37, Smith Journeyman, Unmarried
Kendisa, 33, Married to Venkran(Smith)
Listras, 31, Married to Gofen(Steward)
Diwent, 28, Steward, Married to Caroze
Nieces and Nephews:
Kendisa’s Children:
Lyka, 12, Female
Fenta, 9, Male
Male, Stillborn
Quakyl, 2, Male
Listras’ Children:
Sowen, 10, Male
Hedwen, 3, Male
Diwent’s Children:
Zondra, 3, Female
Kevende, 2, Female
Children:
Lisette’s Children:
Lisren, 2, Male
Appearance:
M’ren’s short dark brown hair is already beginning to go gray, a trait that runs in his family. His eyes are blue gray, hardening his iron face, with it’s imposing roman nose. Like most riders, he doesn’t allow any facial hair to grow, though he’s thought that a handlebar mustache might look dashing.
He’s build strong, but short, standing at about 5’6, with tough muscles that wouldn’t be out of place on a smith(though he has no talent in that direction). Most of his clothing is made for flying, or has been modified in some way to make it easier to move about in it. Nearly everything he owns is thick and warm, and all of his jackets are Wherhide. M’ren always wears a thick hide belt that nearly always has his riding gloves attached to it, or something of that fashion.
His fingers, scarred from being jabbed with hide piercing needles, are small and strong. Though normally not very fast, if someone is in trouble, it’s interesting to see him run. He’s a very good swimmer, because even in the winter Weyrlings swim. He has farmer tan, as a lot of his skin is rarely in a place the sun can seen. Whenever he focuses on something, he frowns slightly, and he covers his mouth whenever he laughs or coughs. He’s left handed, and keeps his nails well tended.
His manners are impeccable, and M’ren never gets food stains on his clothing. Deft hands are controlled and rock steady, and occasionally are used to emphasis a point when talking about something. A baritone, his tone travels from a gravely low, to a lighter, brisk high. He wears no jewelry except for a leather thong with a blank disk hanging from it.
Personality:
Though he may look the part of a mountain man, M’ren is far from it. He likes people, isn’t at all gruff(unless he’s acting), and is known for easing hearts and soothing homesickness. Once you get over the exterior, he’s a sweet guy, with a huge soft spot. Though not a pushover, he’s a lot nicer than his superior. He’s not known for working people to the bone, but anyone slacking off will feel his wrath.
He’s good at placing Weyrlings, and has often worked with Wingleaders to place the right Riders in the right Wings. He’s the one who takes care of the Weyrling Wings, and if there is a Weyrling or Candidate with a nightmare, he’s the one who loses sleep comforting them. It’s a lot of grunt work, but he does enjoy it. It takes his mind off of his dead Weyrmate, and reminds him of the future, and the hope that is in each and everyone of those kids he teaches.
One of M’ren’s biggest weaknesses is alcohol. He’s trying to stop drinking it because “As much as I like myself when I’m drunk, from what I’ve heard, no one else does.”
It’s also lead to another complication- the birth of his son, Lisren. Though not a huge deal in the Weyr, M’ren is hold born, and holds children sacred. Coming to terms with being a father, and not to his Weyrmate's children still bothers him, but he’s learning to live with it.
History:
Born in Telgar Hold, M’ren lived a normal life. He wasn’t going to be anything other than a holder, being the second son of his father. When he was fifteen, a blue search dragon from Telgar showed up on Search.
He Impressed at the first clutch he stood at(Much to his surprise) getting Thoth as his partner. Though both excelled at most of the things taught in Weyrling class, neither of them showed any aptitude for ever joining a real wing. Instead, M’ren showed an aptitude for teaching, and the current Weyrling Master took him under his wing. When they graduated from Weyrlinghood, M’ren didn’t get tapped by a Wingleader, instead he was informed that he was going to become a Weyrling Assistant. He was seventeen at the time. The Weyrling Master he’d learned from stepped down when M’ren was twenty seven.
That was the turn he met Hamida. Her, and her old Weyrmate had split up, and it hadn’t been amicable. While she was getting adjusted, M’ren started spending as much time with her as possible, finally flying her Green when she rose a few sevendays later. They were a well matched pair, and always managed to work their way through arguments that did happen. And so, for two turns everything worked nicely.
Then she got sick. It wasn’t anything major- just a chill. But it kept getting worse, and the Healers weren’t sure why their remedies didn’t work. Though she’d always been a healthy woman, Hamida got sicker, and sicker, and finally, three or four months after first falling ill, she died. M’ren had always had a slight weakness when it came to wine, but it was even more pronounced then. For weeks, he was drunk every night, and he was more and more out there. When his superior told him that if M’ren didn’t shape up within a sevenday, he would no longer be considered a Weyrling anything- M’ren shaped up. And by shaped up, I mean he stopped drinking publicly, and makes sure he can wake up in the morning. It’s one of the better kept secrets in the Weyr, and no one knows about it yet.
Edit:
One of the biggest changes of M’ren’s life occurred only a few turns ago. It was the birth of his first child: a son who he both spoils and ignores, depending on his mood.
The next is a brand new Weyrling Master. While he was asked to take the job himself, M'ren did not want it. He likes the place he has now, and doesn't want to move up- besides, should the next replacement be a Bronze it's likely he wouldn't be allowed to stay as the Master anyway. This way, there's no let down. Besides, it would interfere with his alcohol intake.
___________________
Dragon Info:[/u]
Name:
Thoth
Age:
14
Color:
Brown
Appearance:
Build as big as his rider is small, Thoth’s size has been the bane of M’ren’s life for many turns. Though only a foot or so over Brown average, it’s still a great deal of work for M’ren.
Thoth is nearly always freshly bathed, either from candidates after Thoth donates his time to the Candidates, or Weyrlings undergoing punishment duty. He’s the color of fresh turned dirt, with a sandy underbelly. He’s several scars on various places due to contact with overly stupid Weyrlings, and one late night misadventure when he was younger.
They isn’t really anything distinguishing about him- he’s no more agile than another brown, nor quick, nor does he have more stamina. He is, however, a rather nice brown- at least in his and M’ren’s eyes.
Personality:
Unlike many Browns, Thoth is not lazy. It might be his natural inclination, but having to deal with Dragon Weyrlings has kept him on his toes. M’ren, his rider says that Thoth would be a fat brown if not for the Weyrling’s antics.
Thoth enjoys the company of the younger of his species, and also looks into it as a chance to get to know the females before any other of the males have a chance. He’s good natured, and will listen to any questions or concerns that anyone may have, without judgment.
He’s calm and soothing, the best thing for the easily excited or frightened Weyrlings. Thoth occasionally grows jealous of dragons in Wings. He likes training for the decimation of Thread with the Weyrlings, and would like to do it more often then just when demonstrating to the Weyrlings.
He’s also a true lover of Greenflights, though his Rider puts in a lot of work trying to stop him from ever going after recent graduates of Weyrlinghood
History:
M’ren doesn’t remember anything before teaching Weyrlings. He remembers some of the Weyrlings- the beautiful sea colored Green, and the blue who’d needed to be rescued from the lake, and the bronze who’d dived at the wrong time and nearly taken Thoth’s eye out.
He remembers a Green adult who sunned with him, and shared a ledge with him- but her name has faded, as has who she was.
He remembers telling a boy once that they would be together forever- neither would ever fear being alone again. Thoth is proud of himself for remembering so much.
Clutch:
Beynath’s 43rd, by Bronze Tlath
Hatching Order:
Fifth To Hatch
Wing:
Weyrling Wing
