Post by darkaire on Jun 15, 2007 15:37:38 GMT -5
Contact Info: foxtrot387@aol.com
Character Info:
Name:
D'leon (was Dyleon)
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Weyrling
Family:
Father: Darest (44) - Minor Holder connected to Telgar Hold
Mother: Liess (43)
Brothers: Lirst (21) K'sah (of green Nariath) (16), Jasaan (15)
Sister: Alayne (17)
Appearance:
An average boy at the top of his state, Dyleon stands at a comfortable 5'11". His physique leans towards muscle. Harboring little excess muscle bulge did not mean the strength wasn't present. The young man has a frame that is most relative to that of a track runner, with streamline muscles and light bone mass. However, the boy's hair completely clashes with the obvious care he's taken to shape his body. He is always seen with average-length hair in a tousled look. It is a 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look with a hint of 'I-don't-care'. Of course when he is told (a few times) that he needs to look presentable, he will take a few seconds to tame his black hair.
Everything about Dyleon is casual, even down to the way he chooses to dress, but his muted green toned eyes always give away the trickster's spirit within. The young man treats his clothing like he treats his hair. Dyleon's pants are usually a dark color that hides a good number of the wrinkles that come from his lack of care. His shirts are viewed as optional clothing, though he has been chided long enough to at least pull something on before he stumbles out of his rooms. However, they are all a little on the small side, so he is often heard complaining that they cut off his circulation, a complete lie.
Personality:
Dyleon is a loner by choice, and by nature is a trickster. He delights in causing grief for others, and making a game out of finding their weak spots. He has boundless energy and directs it all to his activities. That energy does not show itself in exuberance, but rather in the intensity in which he lives. He is not vain, and does not think he should be anything he is not. Neither is he a bitter or angry person. He is simply one who finds his joy in pushing people to their limit, pushing them past where they thought they could go. The only way he has found to do this is to tap into the place people don't want to go, and wave it at them like a flag. It is always disasterous, but he enjoys their anger. When they get angry, he knows he has succeeded and won. He is sometimes a pest, an annoyance. The only thing that gets him riled are comments about his brother. He is overly protective of him, since he tends to attract attention both good and bad.
He thinks before he speaks only half of the time, which is all due to preplanning his attacks. The other half comes naturally. That half he rides his impulses and doesn't bother to hold himself back. There would be nothing enjoyable about holding back when he has something delicious to say. He has clear boundaries of right and wrong, and chooses to ignore those boundaries. He has a complete disregard for those preset lines of how he should live, instead forging his own way, never looking at anyone else's path.
History: The second son of a Minor Holder, he was born one place too late to become heir. He was never intended nor considered for his father's position, so he was spoiled. His father had been the previous Holder's Steward, but when the Holder died heirless, his father had to assume the role. Dyleon, as a Holder's son, was well-treated and given a lot of freedom. With as much freedom as he was given, the boy grew into a young brat. His mother adored him, since he was the first child she was really allowed to care for. Her first son was pulled to be taught how to run a Hold, and she never saw him.
Even with the birth of his siblings, his mother adored him and treated him as her first. His faults and troublemaking were largely overlooked in his youth. His youth was spent caged in the Hold, and while it is one of the larger Minor Holds, the number of people he was allowed to interact with were few. It was no wonder to the Headwoman (who was always finding him in troublesome situations) that he grew into a trickster from mere boredum. His siblings and a few other children were his only friend, and as the eldest child, he led them in various 'missions'.
When the Headwoman caught the group of children in a potentially harmfull situation, she informed all the parents. Lead by the Headwoman, the mothers approached Liess and demanded she start putting reigns on Dyleon. She reluctantly began forcing her favorite son to grow up like his brother. Dyleon balked from the teaching, and only half-heartedly put the teachings to action. As two Turns went by, he grew distant from his former playmates, for the simple reason that they had all entered proper schooling and had starting acting like proper young boys and girls. He was the only one who had resisted the change. He'd tasted absolute freedom, and he wasn't ready to give that up.
Dyleon, around the age of 13 at this point, began spending time in the Lower Caverns, with the rougher, older men of the Hold. They didn't seem to care if he hung around, and so he did. The boy picked up on their tricks and mannerisms, but kept them sealed when he was around his family. It was another two Turns before any of them saw his new persona. Kaelsah, who was three Turns younger, had chosen a quiet corner to flirt with another Hold child. Dyleon and a few boys from the Lower Caverns wandered by, chatting about various girls in the Hold. Kael, who had been taught to respect women, had never heard the kind of speech his brother was using, though he noted who he was hanging out with. Later that sevenday, Dyleon was approached by his brother.
With a good deal of blackmail hanging over his head, Dyleon agreed unhappily to teach Kael, and do reasonable favors for him. As a result of their secret agreement, the two began spending more time together. It was unknown to either of them that they developed a bond; and neither of them would have admitted it had they realized. That said, it was after Dyleon turned 17, and Kael was 14, when the elder realized his desire to protect the younger. Kael had gotten into a bad relationship with one an older man from the Lower Caverns, and when Dyleon saw the tell-tale signs of an abusive partner, he put part of his mother's teaching to use. She'd taught him to protect his family, and he took his grievances to the man. In his Turns of pampering, he'd never been taught to control himself, so he did to the man that what he thought was just. He beat him, gave him the same bruises - and more - he'd seen on Kael. It was only the fact that Kael had figured out where he'd gone and put his own body in the way that stopped Dyleon from killing the man.
The matter was brought up to his father, who was already dealing with the news he'd be giving up his position to the brother of the Lord Holder of Telgar. His father could hardly handle the news that his troublesome son had almost killed a good worker, and that his equally troublesome younger son had been the reason for it. Darest sent the pair of them away, which was quite fine by Dyleon's standards. He sent them to Telgar Weyr, which was still close enough that Liess could visit, but far enough away he couldn't be troubled to visit himself.
It has been almost a Turn since Dyleon was sent to the Weyr, and he has enjoyed it far more than his previous Turns in the Minor Hold. He has kept a watchful eye on Kael, and has yet to interfere.
Dragon Info:
Name:
Bronze Myeth
( hex : AF8F2C )
Appearance:
Not so much bronze as he is copper, Myeth is on the small side of all recorded bronzes. There are hints of green under his wings, adding to the appearance of copper, giving him a rusty look. You might expect his wings to creak when he flaps them, but they never do, as he is a well-cared-for dragon, despite what you might think of D'leon. The rider wont let anyone show him up, and so makes sure Myeth is always fed, oiled and exercised.
Personality:
Myeth is a being of few words, and posesses an almost frighteningly simple mind, even for a dragon. Which is why his speech is direct and worded like a child's speech. His train of thought is easy to follow, as it consists of a few words and pictures. His rider likes to joke that he Impressed a big firelizard, to which the bronze just snorts and tries to push him off a ledge, or into a wall. Their relationship is strictly love-love, but Myeth knows his rider has an image to uphold, and willingly conforms to this image. He's more like a big puppy, and enjoys rough-housing anyway, so it's not such a big conformity for him.
He's a terrible egotist, though, something his rider taught him. His interpretation of an ego is often more laughable than frightening, and comes off as a big, cuddly-wuddly dwagon-wagon. Which means he doesn't mind children crawling onto his tail, and actually likes trotting around and giving them a rider. This makes D'leon upset, to which he laughs as best a dragon can.
Sure. Love-love, was it?
History:
He hatched. He saw Dyleon. He Impressed Dyleon. He called him D'leon, and that was that. He ate after that, and slept a lot. And then he ate more, and slept more.
He discovered he did not like Nariath much, too.
Clutch + Hatching Order:
Adeloth's 11th + First
Character Info:
Name:
D'leon (was Dyleon)
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Weyrling
Family:
Father: Darest (44) - Minor Holder connected to Telgar Hold
Mother: Liess (43)
Brothers: Lirst (21) K'sah (of green Nariath) (16), Jasaan (15)
Sister: Alayne (17)
Appearance:
An average boy at the top of his state, Dyleon stands at a comfortable 5'11". His physique leans towards muscle. Harboring little excess muscle bulge did not mean the strength wasn't present. The young man has a frame that is most relative to that of a track runner, with streamline muscles and light bone mass. However, the boy's hair completely clashes with the obvious care he's taken to shape his body. He is always seen with average-length hair in a tousled look. It is a 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look with a hint of 'I-don't-care'. Of course when he is told (a few times) that he needs to look presentable, he will take a few seconds to tame his black hair.
Everything about Dyleon is casual, even down to the way he chooses to dress, but his muted green toned eyes always give away the trickster's spirit within. The young man treats his clothing like he treats his hair. Dyleon's pants are usually a dark color that hides a good number of the wrinkles that come from his lack of care. His shirts are viewed as optional clothing, though he has been chided long enough to at least pull something on before he stumbles out of his rooms. However, they are all a little on the small side, so he is often heard complaining that they cut off his circulation, a complete lie.
Personality:
Dyleon is a loner by choice, and by nature is a trickster. He delights in causing grief for others, and making a game out of finding their weak spots. He has boundless energy and directs it all to his activities. That energy does not show itself in exuberance, but rather in the intensity in which he lives. He is not vain, and does not think he should be anything he is not. Neither is he a bitter or angry person. He is simply one who finds his joy in pushing people to their limit, pushing them past where they thought they could go. The only way he has found to do this is to tap into the place people don't want to go, and wave it at them like a flag. It is always disasterous, but he enjoys their anger. When they get angry, he knows he has succeeded and won. He is sometimes a pest, an annoyance. The only thing that gets him riled are comments about his brother. He is overly protective of him, since he tends to attract attention both good and bad.
He thinks before he speaks only half of the time, which is all due to preplanning his attacks. The other half comes naturally. That half he rides his impulses and doesn't bother to hold himself back. There would be nothing enjoyable about holding back when he has something delicious to say. He has clear boundaries of right and wrong, and chooses to ignore those boundaries. He has a complete disregard for those preset lines of how he should live, instead forging his own way, never looking at anyone else's path.
History: The second son of a Minor Holder, he was born one place too late to become heir. He was never intended nor considered for his father's position, so he was spoiled. His father had been the previous Holder's Steward, but when the Holder died heirless, his father had to assume the role. Dyleon, as a Holder's son, was well-treated and given a lot of freedom. With as much freedom as he was given, the boy grew into a young brat. His mother adored him, since he was the first child she was really allowed to care for. Her first son was pulled to be taught how to run a Hold, and she never saw him.
Even with the birth of his siblings, his mother adored him and treated him as her first. His faults and troublemaking were largely overlooked in his youth. His youth was spent caged in the Hold, and while it is one of the larger Minor Holds, the number of people he was allowed to interact with were few. It was no wonder to the Headwoman (who was always finding him in troublesome situations) that he grew into a trickster from mere boredum. His siblings and a few other children were his only friend, and as the eldest child, he led them in various 'missions'.
When the Headwoman caught the group of children in a potentially harmfull situation, she informed all the parents. Lead by the Headwoman, the mothers approached Liess and demanded she start putting reigns on Dyleon. She reluctantly began forcing her favorite son to grow up like his brother. Dyleon balked from the teaching, and only half-heartedly put the teachings to action. As two Turns went by, he grew distant from his former playmates, for the simple reason that they had all entered proper schooling and had starting acting like proper young boys and girls. He was the only one who had resisted the change. He'd tasted absolute freedom, and he wasn't ready to give that up.
Dyleon, around the age of 13 at this point, began spending time in the Lower Caverns, with the rougher, older men of the Hold. They didn't seem to care if he hung around, and so he did. The boy picked up on their tricks and mannerisms, but kept them sealed when he was around his family. It was another two Turns before any of them saw his new persona. Kaelsah, who was three Turns younger, had chosen a quiet corner to flirt with another Hold child. Dyleon and a few boys from the Lower Caverns wandered by, chatting about various girls in the Hold. Kael, who had been taught to respect women, had never heard the kind of speech his brother was using, though he noted who he was hanging out with. Later that sevenday, Dyleon was approached by his brother.
With a good deal of blackmail hanging over his head, Dyleon agreed unhappily to teach Kael, and do reasonable favors for him. As a result of their secret agreement, the two began spending more time together. It was unknown to either of them that they developed a bond; and neither of them would have admitted it had they realized. That said, it was after Dyleon turned 17, and Kael was 14, when the elder realized his desire to protect the younger. Kael had gotten into a bad relationship with one an older man from the Lower Caverns, and when Dyleon saw the tell-tale signs of an abusive partner, he put part of his mother's teaching to use. She'd taught him to protect his family, and he took his grievances to the man. In his Turns of pampering, he'd never been taught to control himself, so he did to the man that what he thought was just. He beat him, gave him the same bruises - and more - he'd seen on Kael. It was only the fact that Kael had figured out where he'd gone and put his own body in the way that stopped Dyleon from killing the man.
The matter was brought up to his father, who was already dealing with the news he'd be giving up his position to the brother of the Lord Holder of Telgar. His father could hardly handle the news that his troublesome son had almost killed a good worker, and that his equally troublesome younger son had been the reason for it. Darest sent the pair of them away, which was quite fine by Dyleon's standards. He sent them to Telgar Weyr, which was still close enough that Liess could visit, but far enough away he couldn't be troubled to visit himself.
It has been almost a Turn since Dyleon was sent to the Weyr, and he has enjoyed it far more than his previous Turns in the Minor Hold. He has kept a watchful eye on Kael, and has yet to interfere.
Dragon Info:
Name:
Bronze Myeth
( hex : AF8F2C )
Appearance:
Not so much bronze as he is copper, Myeth is on the small side of all recorded bronzes. There are hints of green under his wings, adding to the appearance of copper, giving him a rusty look. You might expect his wings to creak when he flaps them, but they never do, as he is a well-cared-for dragon, despite what you might think of D'leon. The rider wont let anyone show him up, and so makes sure Myeth is always fed, oiled and exercised.
Personality:
Myeth is a being of few words, and posesses an almost frighteningly simple mind, even for a dragon. Which is why his speech is direct and worded like a child's speech. His train of thought is easy to follow, as it consists of a few words and pictures. His rider likes to joke that he Impressed a big firelizard, to which the bronze just snorts and tries to push him off a ledge, or into a wall. Their relationship is strictly love-love, but Myeth knows his rider has an image to uphold, and willingly conforms to this image. He's more like a big puppy, and enjoys rough-housing anyway, so it's not such a big conformity for him.
He's a terrible egotist, though, something his rider taught him. His interpretation of an ego is often more laughable than frightening, and comes off as a big, cuddly-wuddly dwagon-wagon. Which means he doesn't mind children crawling onto his tail, and actually likes trotting around and giving them a rider. This makes D'leon upset, to which he laughs as best a dragon can.
Sure. Love-love, was it?
History:
He hatched. He saw Dyleon. He Impressed Dyleon. He called him D'leon, and that was that. He ate after that, and slept a lot. And then he ate more, and slept more.
He discovered he did not like Nariath much, too.
Clutch + Hatching Order:
Adeloth's 11th + First
