Post by hrsegrl on Jun 11, 2010 17:04:28 GMT -5
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Character Info:
Name: M’krean, Medekrean
Age: 29
Gender: male
Rank: Wingleader
Location Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father: Simarno (60)- Master Smith, Telgar Hold
Mother: Xamea (56)
Siblings:
Anthara (45)- wife of a cotholder
Shaen (43)- Journeyman Smith (deceased), wife and three children also died.
Garno (40)- Journeyman Smith, married to Shadei, four children.
Xian (38)- wife of a journeyman smith. Two living children.
Taire (37)- drudge at Telgar Hold.
Mazzara (34)- drudge at Telgar Weyr. Six children
Nemmos (31) – Journeyman Smith. Three wives, all deceased. One living child
Leisel (25)- drudge at Telgar Hold.
Neices/ Nephews at Telgar Weyr
Erazzar (13)- Weyrbrat/ Candidate (son of Mazzara and a bluerider)
Cerza (11)- Weyrbrat (daughter of Mazzara and a journeyman harper , gotta love what wine can do)
Zarendo (8)- Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and a brownrider)
Mazorea (6) – Weyrbrat (daughter of Mazzara and a bluerider)
Drazzor (3) – Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and another drudge)
Serazzor (1)- Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and a brownrider)
Children
Arekrean (6)- Weyrbrat (son of Aressa)
Appearance:
~ dark brown hair
~ widows peak
~ brown eyes, the same color as his hair. Shaped like a half moon.
~ thick brown eyebrows, well shaped.
~ A rather charming and laughable smile.
~ muscled but not bulky.somewhat rough and unkept looking
~ not extremely tall at about 5’10.
~ Appearance seems normal based on these traits but he has a presence in a room full of more noticeable people. Somehow eyes are drawn to the man with high cheekbones and an average build.
~ He is perfectly happy to wear his leathers, when it is cooler out or the occasion calls for it. When it is warm or he has no reason to wear them, he trades his leathers in for a loose shirt or none at all, and a pair of comfortable pants. The only color he won’t wear for pants, is white; for the obvious reasons.
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Personality:
Some people strive to be the best that they can be in both their work and their persona. M'krean is one of these people. He tries in earnest to treat all people with respect and kindness. Like many Bronzeriders he has a quick wit and will use it to his advantage. He
Enjoys work which is almost sad as he rarely makes time for fun. M'krean would much rather work all night through than find something pleasurable to do. He's prone to insomnia and will often work until he falls asleep. Usually he does fine with about four candlemarks worth.
He may be a good person most of the time but when he is angry he can be a complete tyrant. These times are few and far between as it takes a lot to get him angry. He is generally even tempered and calm even on hearing bad news. M'krean makes many private plans which he does not share with other people. He seems to wake with a plan for every day and not just the plan he has set for his life.
History:
Medekrean was born to a Smithing Journeyman and his wife at a small cothold in High Reaches. His family moved around quite a bit until he was about ten. The second youngsest he was well treated by his parents but partly raised by his older siblings whom he was close to while growing up. Family became important to him, sticking together through the bad times and the good times taught him that being a part of something bigger than himself made him feel good.
A natural at smithing, he learned a lot of the skill from his father and was apprenticed at the age of eight. He continued to apprentice in the craft even after they moved to Telgar Hold. His life was planned which might for some people have felt like a chain around their neck but for Medekrean it was comforting to know he would have a place in the world. Something more than a common drudge. He knew he was much to intelligent to ever be a drudge and his family only encouraged this idea.
All good things must come to an end, so they say. The youth became a teenager and was growing in skill and talent with every passing Turn. His father's pride and joy and never any trouble around his mother, the solid youth was not to remain a Smith. Oh know some blue dragon had other plans. When the riders said they came on Search none of his family thought anything of it. There were no dragonriders in their line since his great grandfather and he was a blue searchrider who impregnated a simple Hold girl. Not someone he ever wanted to be aquainted with.
“You there. Boy.” The bluerider called out looking directly at Medekrean. Who was looking around to make sure the man was not takling to someone else.
“ Yes, you. Come over here.” The man was smiling in his dark leathers, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “My dragon informs me that you are acceptable.” Medekrean raised his brow and shook his head. “Acceptable for what?”
“For the future dragons that Beynath has clutched.” Beynath was a well known name in these parts so Medekrean took in a breath. The Senior Queen of Telgar who had already clutched two Golds in her lifetime and rumor had it had produced yet another in the clutch that now lay on the Sands. “You mean...you want me to be a dragonrider?” He was slightly shocked at first. Medekrean had never thought much about becoming a rider nor had he really dreamed about it as other youths had. His father was coming toward him as he was about to answer the rider.
“Medekrean don't trouble the dragonrider, they are Searching for the new clutch on the Sands. Our duty to the Weyr and its Queen, Beynath.” He said about to take Medekrean by the arm but the boy was saying nothing which was not normal for him. His father paused and looked at the bluerider and how pale his son's face had become. “You mean, he's been Searched?” The man sounded both happy and devastated which quite matched what his son was feeling. So it was that Medekrean came to the Weyr and not a moment too soon. It was only three days from when he was Searched to when the Hatching occurred. He stood on the sands wearing his heart and soul on his sleeve and knowing above anything that he had been chosen for a reason. One of the dragonets was the reason.
As the dragons hatched things became a bit hectic and his heart began to pound in his chest. Do not concern yourself with them. I am with you. The Bronze could not have said things better. There was something in Weyr life that Medekrean liked. The brotherhood of the riders and the people who cared for them was like one super sized family. He loved it. The level headed young man and his dragon made it through Weyrlinghood without a hitch and were tapped for Triveni.
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Dragon Info:
Name:Tharkoth
Age: 15
Color: Bronze
Appearance:
Personality: Witty, charming and a bit like his rider. He likes a good joke but not at his expense. He’s not a moody dragon and for being a Bronze, he actually prefers not to be in the limelight all of the time. That isn’t to say he can’t be ambitious. He likes his new position as Wingleader. He takes it very seriously even when his rider might not.
History: TBA
Clutch:Beynath by Tlanth (43rd)
Hatching Order: 11th
Wing:Triveni
Character Info:
Name: M’krean, Medekrean
Age: 29
Gender: male
Rank: Wingleader
Location Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father: Simarno (60)- Master Smith, Telgar Hold
Mother: Xamea (56)
Siblings:
Anthara (45)- wife of a cotholder
Shaen (43)- Journeyman Smith (deceased), wife and three children also died.
Garno (40)- Journeyman Smith, married to Shadei, four children.
Xian (38)- wife of a journeyman smith. Two living children.
Taire (37)- drudge at Telgar Hold.
Mazzara (34)- drudge at Telgar Weyr. Six children
Nemmos (31) – Journeyman Smith. Three wives, all deceased. One living child
Leisel (25)- drudge at Telgar Hold.
Neices/ Nephews at Telgar Weyr
Erazzar (13)- Weyrbrat/ Candidate (son of Mazzara and a bluerider)
Cerza (11)- Weyrbrat (daughter of Mazzara and a journeyman harper , gotta love what wine can do)
Zarendo (8)- Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and a brownrider)
Mazorea (6) – Weyrbrat (daughter of Mazzara and a bluerider)
Drazzor (3) – Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and another drudge)
Serazzor (1)- Weyrbrat (son of Mazzara and a brownrider)
Children
Arekrean (6)- Weyrbrat (son of Aressa)
Appearance:
~ dark brown hair
~ widows peak
~ brown eyes, the same color as his hair. Shaped like a half moon.
~ thick brown eyebrows, well shaped.
~ A rather charming and laughable smile.
~ muscled but not bulky.somewhat rough and unkept looking
~ not extremely tall at about 5’10.
~ Appearance seems normal based on these traits but he has a presence in a room full of more noticeable people. Somehow eyes are drawn to the man with high cheekbones and an average build.
~ He is perfectly happy to wear his leathers, when it is cooler out or the occasion calls for it. When it is warm or he has no reason to wear them, he trades his leathers in for a loose shirt or none at all, and a pair of comfortable pants. The only color he won’t wear for pants, is white; for the obvious reasons.
www.iballer.com/malecelebs/bana/images/b61_jpg.jpg
Personality:
Some people strive to be the best that they can be in both their work and their persona. M'krean is one of these people. He tries in earnest to treat all people with respect and kindness. Like many Bronzeriders he has a quick wit and will use it to his advantage. He
Enjoys work which is almost sad as he rarely makes time for fun. M'krean would much rather work all night through than find something pleasurable to do. He's prone to insomnia and will often work until he falls asleep. Usually he does fine with about four candlemarks worth.
He may be a good person most of the time but when he is angry he can be a complete tyrant. These times are few and far between as it takes a lot to get him angry. He is generally even tempered and calm even on hearing bad news. M'krean makes many private plans which he does not share with other people. He seems to wake with a plan for every day and not just the plan he has set for his life.
History:
Medekrean was born to a Smithing Journeyman and his wife at a small cothold in High Reaches. His family moved around quite a bit until he was about ten. The second youngsest he was well treated by his parents but partly raised by his older siblings whom he was close to while growing up. Family became important to him, sticking together through the bad times and the good times taught him that being a part of something bigger than himself made him feel good.
A natural at smithing, he learned a lot of the skill from his father and was apprenticed at the age of eight. He continued to apprentice in the craft even after they moved to Telgar Hold. His life was planned which might for some people have felt like a chain around their neck but for Medekrean it was comforting to know he would have a place in the world. Something more than a common drudge. He knew he was much to intelligent to ever be a drudge and his family only encouraged this idea.
All good things must come to an end, so they say. The youth became a teenager and was growing in skill and talent with every passing Turn. His father's pride and joy and never any trouble around his mother, the solid youth was not to remain a Smith. Oh know some blue dragon had other plans. When the riders said they came on Search none of his family thought anything of it. There were no dragonriders in their line since his great grandfather and he was a blue searchrider who impregnated a simple Hold girl. Not someone he ever wanted to be aquainted with.
“You there. Boy.” The bluerider called out looking directly at Medekrean. Who was looking around to make sure the man was not takling to someone else.
“ Yes, you. Come over here.” The man was smiling in his dark leathers, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “My dragon informs me that you are acceptable.” Medekrean raised his brow and shook his head. “Acceptable for what?”
“For the future dragons that Beynath has clutched.” Beynath was a well known name in these parts so Medekrean took in a breath. The Senior Queen of Telgar who had already clutched two Golds in her lifetime and rumor had it had produced yet another in the clutch that now lay on the Sands. “You mean...you want me to be a dragonrider?” He was slightly shocked at first. Medekrean had never thought much about becoming a rider nor had he really dreamed about it as other youths had. His father was coming toward him as he was about to answer the rider.
“Medekrean don't trouble the dragonrider, they are Searching for the new clutch on the Sands. Our duty to the Weyr and its Queen, Beynath.” He said about to take Medekrean by the arm but the boy was saying nothing which was not normal for him. His father paused and looked at the bluerider and how pale his son's face had become. “You mean, he's been Searched?” The man sounded both happy and devastated which quite matched what his son was feeling. So it was that Medekrean came to the Weyr and not a moment too soon. It was only three days from when he was Searched to when the Hatching occurred. He stood on the sands wearing his heart and soul on his sleeve and knowing above anything that he had been chosen for a reason. One of the dragonets was the reason.
As the dragons hatched things became a bit hectic and his heart began to pound in his chest. Do not concern yourself with them. I am with you. The Bronze could not have said things better. There was something in Weyr life that Medekrean liked. The brotherhood of the riders and the people who cared for them was like one super sized family. He loved it. The level headed young man and his dragon made it through Weyrlinghood without a hitch and were tapped for Triveni.
-------
Dragon Info:
Name:Tharkoth
Age: 15
Color: Bronze
Appearance:
Personality: Witty, charming and a bit like his rider. He likes a good joke but not at his expense. He’s not a moody dragon and for being a Bronze, he actually prefers not to be in the limelight all of the time. That isn’t to say he can’t be ambitious. He likes his new position as Wingleader. He takes it very seriously even when his rider might not.
History: TBA
Clutch:Beynath by Tlanth (43rd)
Hatching Order: 11th
Wing:Triveni