Post by darkaire on May 30, 2007 20:28:49 GMT -5
Contact Info: foxtrot387@aol.com
Character Info:
Name:
Z'ir (pronounced: Seer or Zeer)
Age:
35 (1019)
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Wingsecond of Triveni
Family:
Father: A'ton, rider of blue Nyseth
Mother: Thelyse, rider of green Emnath
Known Siblings: (most are half siblings)
*V'to (deceased) - rider of blue Ganeth, died as a weyrling.
*Vesilye (29) - only full sister, currently travels as a healer. One of the few he keeps in touch with.
*Eldine (24) - half sibling by mother, she has taken up with the drudges and often weaves.
*Taiga (19) - half sibling by father, she lives a pampered life and expects to Impress, though Z'ir has doubts she will.
*Deneck (18) - half sibling by father, and youngest male sibling, he also dreams of Impressing.
Blaylet (15) - half sibling by mother, the one that finally made her leave Z'ir alone.
Children:
*Shaynn (16) - the result of young love (he was 19).
*Radeine (11) - the result of a mating flight. Daddy's girl.
*Cherel (8) - mating flight daughter.
Appearance:
Z'ir is a very solid looking man. He has dark brown hair, though it is touched with lighter tones, and his eyes are almost as dark. They match closer with his dragon's hide than his hair. He still has a full head of hair, which he keeps decently short in the manner of dragonriders. It is, however, a bit longer than most riders keep theirs, effectively giving his face a softer look when he wants it. He is always clean shaven due to the fact he thinks it makes him look not only younger, but more professional.
Other than that, Z'ir looks his age, but 34 isn't all that old so all he has to show for those Turns are a few character-adding creases on the sides of his eyes. He likes to think they make him a little more rugged looking, leaving behind his "wholesome boy" look. His skin shows the time he spends on his dragon, though it is not considerably tanned - he thanks his mother's hint of olive skin for his relatively hard time tanning darker than a pleasant medium tone.
Z'ir is a smidge over 6'0, granting him the opportunity of looking most other male riders in the eyes, and giving him a nice height difference with the rest of the riders. He is by no means skinny, but has enough muscle tone to balance his height out. He has a warm voice and pleasant tone, and would rather have respect than fear from his fellow riders. He tends to wear earth tones, or shades of maroon to compliment his dragon.
Personality:
A gentleman by nature, Z'ir could charm the scales off a dragon if he put his mind to it. His smile is always warm and reaches his eyes in his honest humility. He treats everyone with the utmost respect, particulary women, his superiors and his elders. To those under him or younger than him, he treats like a younger sibling, with tender warmth. He treats everyone as his equals, from the drudges to the riders in his wing.
However, that warm smile is the result of practice, practice, practice. Oh, he's been fooling everyone in the Weyr since a few Turns after his Impression. He is extremely careful about what he says and does to the most intricate detail. He plans out his days with alarming minuteness. He hasn't slipped so far, because he's had no one see his inner darkness to rat him out.
His darkness? Z'ir is a sadist. He dreams of one day finding a partner that he can truly...enjoy. To hear his name screamed in pain, to hear that partner beg for him to stop. He often bites his lip when he thinks of these things, and his eyes grow distant, though that is usally taken for communication with his dragon.
He is extremely loyal and devoted, but also very stubborn, single-minded and a control freak when it comes to his personal life. His room and appearance are always pristine. Should he spend the night in someone else's room, he always leaves that room pristine, as well. It's become a running joke that if a rider doesn't want to deal with their mess, just get Z'ir into their bed.
History:
Born into the Weyr like most, Z'ir had the typical rider upbringing. Except for the fact that one of his parents were clingy. Unlike the usual view of giving your children up to the Weyr, his father would visit him often until he would convince him to stand for Impression.
As a child, Zlylir (pronounced: Zly'-lir...rhymes with Tyler) was a wide-eyed, easily persuaded and loveable child. In short, he was every doting parent's dream child. With his big eyes and goofy smile, it was no wonder one of his parents held onto him. As soon as he was able to walk, talk and take care of himself, his father starting visiting constantly to take him to meals, take him on dragon rides and teach him manly things. This life was much different from the playful, easy environment of the creche, but he coped. Life with his father was uneventful and a little lonely at times, but from those Turns he gained a good understanding of rider life.
He grew into a considerate young man with some influence from his meddling mother who otherwise stayed in the background until he reached 11 Turns. Seeing the fine man he was turning into, she immediately began schooling him on how to be a gentleman, what to say and how to act. He was still trusting, and so it wasn't hard for her to impress this knowledge on him. He refused her offer to live with her, knowing it was extremely abnormal for a child to do so. He moved into the men's area, though that didn't keep the single-minded greenrider from appearing there. She was a great gossip topic for the men, and the young Zlylir learned to face this with a polite smile.
Because he was the child of a green/blue Flight, he had little hope for Impressing. Both of his parents had other ideas. Neither of his parents had spoken much except to squabble over who was the better parent, but the banded together to get him to Stand. They had both worked too hard for him to just disappear into a life of service. Finally, fed up with not just his parent's nagging, but his friend's as well, he gave in an decided to Stand at 13 Turns.
He didn't Impress. He he gave his parents an "I-told-you-so" and started thinking about what he would do with his life. It was only after he mentioned he'd be okay with working in the kitchens that his mother threw her hands up and gave up on him. His father continued to press him, poking the hurt his mother had caused with her action until he returned to the Sands with the threat of this being his second and last time.
But this time, he did Impress, much to the relief of his parents. He entered and made it through weyrlinghood without difficulty, mostly due to most of his friends having Impressed before him. As soon as he graduated to full rider status, he kindly told his father to leave him alone, and attend to his other children. By then, his mother had already done that with her last child Blayley, and he was liking the extra freedom.
At 19 Turns he fell in love. Her name was Soira, and she was in his weyrling class on a green. They grew close quickly, and as they were each other's first love, they dove right into a serious, physical relationship. They were caught quickly and berated for jepordizing Soira's future as a rider. She did not graduate with her weyrling class due to her pregnancy. Soira gave birth to Shaynn. Following his father's example, he started shirking his rider duties to take care of his daughter. It was while he wa spending time with her that he got the news that started his shift in views. Soira had misjumped between, the theory being postpartum depression. Z'ir has yet to forgive himself for what he feels is his fault.
He still spends time with Shaynn, but no longer shirks his duties, and in fact has become a wingsecond. He has entered into the normal life of a rider, and even has several Flight children to show for it. But because he has yet to forgive himself for Soira's death, thoughts of her have slowly polluted his mind. His dragon has adapted with him, grown used to his quiet musings when he is alone. The pollution grows thicker every time he sees Shaynn and sees how she is slowly turning into her mother.
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Dragon Info:
Name:
Azerith
Age:
17
Color:
Brown
Appearance:
Azerith is a sturdy brown, built stocky and grown comfortable with himself. Not to say he has grown lax, just grown comfortable with his exercise and eating habits. The most impressive thing on him is his wingspan, being a great deal larger than anyone expected. The hide on his wings is thick, allowing for easy climbs and good stability during flight. His coloring is rich, with deep tones of brown and russet shades mingled along. The russet was very sparce, and appeared mostly when you placed your head under his wings and looked up at the sun. His neck is long, giving him a regal, almost older look. His eyes are a little small for the species, but that is hardly noticeable.
Personality:
As stated earlier, Azerith has grown comfortable. He is a dragon's dragon at heart, and enjoys flying, being bathed, getting oiled and eating. He's not the most exciting dragon, but he provides the support that his rider so desperately needs. And he is okay with that. He is the quiet one who provides support for those who need it. A foundation of sorts. He is capable, dependable and not too flashy, though he will show off if challenged.
If imaginable, the brown depends on his rider as much as his rider depends on him. Though how that is so, most people don't understand. Like his rider, the brown has a weakness, and his rider keeps him strong. What that weakness is, neither really know, but they know it is there.
History:
Zlylir shifted uncomfortably on the sands, quite aware of the heat burning through his sandals. He glanced the stands for his parents who were, surprisingly, sitting together. Well, in the same row at least. He bit back a sigh and waited as several dragonets hatched and Impressed. He hadn't really spent much time with this group of Candidates, so he didn't bother trying to figure out their names. One boy did look familiar, probably saw him around the weyr before he got shuffled into the Candidate. He Impressed a green.
No egg in particular caught his attention, so when one of the medium sized eggs started to wobble, spin and crack, Zlylir didn't notice. The brown hatched without fanfare, large wedged head swiveling to look around. Taking his time, he stretched out a wing and preened some of the shell off himself before taking a few wobbly steps.
Most of the other dragonets had Impressed by the time the little brown made up his mind. He strode with confidence to Zlylir's feet and shoved his slightly wet head into his body. The boy started and stared down, a bit wide eyed. Z'ir, the dragon was confident this was the correct honorific, even if others would dispute that, It will be okay now that I am here. I can start supporting you once you feed me.
Z'ir nodded in confusion before plucking a small piece of shell off the brown's head. "Okay, Azerith," he breathed, still a bit dizzy from the rainbow hues of wonder that had bombarded his mind when he'd made eye contact with the brown. The boy led the dragonet away, mentioning his name to the man writing the pairs down.
Clutch:
Beynath's 39th, by Bronze Dorth
Hatching Order:
11th to Hatch
Wing:
Triveni
Character Info:
Name:
Z'ir (pronounced: Seer or Zeer)
Age:
35 (1019)
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Wingsecond of Triveni
Family:
Father: A'ton, rider of blue Nyseth
Mother: Thelyse, rider of green Emnath
Known Siblings: (most are half siblings)
*V'to (deceased) - rider of blue Ganeth, died as a weyrling.
*Vesilye (29) - only full sister, currently travels as a healer. One of the few he keeps in touch with.
*Eldine (24) - half sibling by mother, she has taken up with the drudges and often weaves.
*Taiga (19) - half sibling by father, she lives a pampered life and expects to Impress, though Z'ir has doubts she will.
*Deneck (18) - half sibling by father, and youngest male sibling, he also dreams of Impressing.
Blaylet (15) - half sibling by mother, the one that finally made her leave Z'ir alone.
Children:
*Shaynn (16) - the result of young love (he was 19).
*Radeine (11) - the result of a mating flight. Daddy's girl.
*Cherel (8) - mating flight daughter.
Appearance:
Z'ir is a very solid looking man. He has dark brown hair, though it is touched with lighter tones, and his eyes are almost as dark. They match closer with his dragon's hide than his hair. He still has a full head of hair, which he keeps decently short in the manner of dragonriders. It is, however, a bit longer than most riders keep theirs, effectively giving his face a softer look when he wants it. He is always clean shaven due to the fact he thinks it makes him look not only younger, but more professional.
Other than that, Z'ir looks his age, but 34 isn't all that old so all he has to show for those Turns are a few character-adding creases on the sides of his eyes. He likes to think they make him a little more rugged looking, leaving behind his "wholesome boy" look. His skin shows the time he spends on his dragon, though it is not considerably tanned - he thanks his mother's hint of olive skin for his relatively hard time tanning darker than a pleasant medium tone.
Z'ir is a smidge over 6'0, granting him the opportunity of looking most other male riders in the eyes, and giving him a nice height difference with the rest of the riders. He is by no means skinny, but has enough muscle tone to balance his height out. He has a warm voice and pleasant tone, and would rather have respect than fear from his fellow riders. He tends to wear earth tones, or shades of maroon to compliment his dragon.
Personality:
A gentleman by nature, Z'ir could charm the scales off a dragon if he put his mind to it. His smile is always warm and reaches his eyes in his honest humility. He treats everyone with the utmost respect, particulary women, his superiors and his elders. To those under him or younger than him, he treats like a younger sibling, with tender warmth. He treats everyone as his equals, from the drudges to the riders in his wing.
However, that warm smile is the result of practice, practice, practice. Oh, he's been fooling everyone in the Weyr since a few Turns after his Impression. He is extremely careful about what he says and does to the most intricate detail. He plans out his days with alarming minuteness. He hasn't slipped so far, because he's had no one see his inner darkness to rat him out.
His darkness? Z'ir is a sadist. He dreams of one day finding a partner that he can truly...enjoy. To hear his name screamed in pain, to hear that partner beg for him to stop. He often bites his lip when he thinks of these things, and his eyes grow distant, though that is usally taken for communication with his dragon.
He is extremely loyal and devoted, but also very stubborn, single-minded and a control freak when it comes to his personal life. His room and appearance are always pristine. Should he spend the night in someone else's room, he always leaves that room pristine, as well. It's become a running joke that if a rider doesn't want to deal with their mess, just get Z'ir into their bed.
History:
Born into the Weyr like most, Z'ir had the typical rider upbringing. Except for the fact that one of his parents were clingy. Unlike the usual view of giving your children up to the Weyr, his father would visit him often until he would convince him to stand for Impression.
As a child, Zlylir (pronounced: Zly'-lir...rhymes with Tyler) was a wide-eyed, easily persuaded and loveable child. In short, he was every doting parent's dream child. With his big eyes and goofy smile, it was no wonder one of his parents held onto him. As soon as he was able to walk, talk and take care of himself, his father starting visiting constantly to take him to meals, take him on dragon rides and teach him manly things. This life was much different from the playful, easy environment of the creche, but he coped. Life with his father was uneventful and a little lonely at times, but from those Turns he gained a good understanding of rider life.
He grew into a considerate young man with some influence from his meddling mother who otherwise stayed in the background until he reached 11 Turns. Seeing the fine man he was turning into, she immediately began schooling him on how to be a gentleman, what to say and how to act. He was still trusting, and so it wasn't hard for her to impress this knowledge on him. He refused her offer to live with her, knowing it was extremely abnormal for a child to do so. He moved into the men's area, though that didn't keep the single-minded greenrider from appearing there. She was a great gossip topic for the men, and the young Zlylir learned to face this with a polite smile.
Because he was the child of a green/blue Flight, he had little hope for Impressing. Both of his parents had other ideas. Neither of his parents had spoken much except to squabble over who was the better parent, but the banded together to get him to Stand. They had both worked too hard for him to just disappear into a life of service. Finally, fed up with not just his parent's nagging, but his friend's as well, he gave in an decided to Stand at 13 Turns.
He didn't Impress. He he gave his parents an "I-told-you-so" and started thinking about what he would do with his life. It was only after he mentioned he'd be okay with working in the kitchens that his mother threw her hands up and gave up on him. His father continued to press him, poking the hurt his mother had caused with her action until he returned to the Sands with the threat of this being his second and last time.
But this time, he did Impress, much to the relief of his parents. He entered and made it through weyrlinghood without difficulty, mostly due to most of his friends having Impressed before him. As soon as he graduated to full rider status, he kindly told his father to leave him alone, and attend to his other children. By then, his mother had already done that with her last child Blayley, and he was liking the extra freedom.
At 19 Turns he fell in love. Her name was Soira, and she was in his weyrling class on a green. They grew close quickly, and as they were each other's first love, they dove right into a serious, physical relationship. They were caught quickly and berated for jepordizing Soira's future as a rider. She did not graduate with her weyrling class due to her pregnancy. Soira gave birth to Shaynn. Following his father's example, he started shirking his rider duties to take care of his daughter. It was while he wa spending time with her that he got the news that started his shift in views. Soira had misjumped between, the theory being postpartum depression. Z'ir has yet to forgive himself for what he feels is his fault.
He still spends time with Shaynn, but no longer shirks his duties, and in fact has become a wingsecond. He has entered into the normal life of a rider, and even has several Flight children to show for it. But because he has yet to forgive himself for Soira's death, thoughts of her have slowly polluted his mind. His dragon has adapted with him, grown used to his quiet musings when he is alone. The pollution grows thicker every time he sees Shaynn and sees how she is slowly turning into her mother.
-------
Dragon Info:
Name:
Azerith
Age:
17
Color:
Brown
Appearance:
Azerith is a sturdy brown, built stocky and grown comfortable with himself. Not to say he has grown lax, just grown comfortable with his exercise and eating habits. The most impressive thing on him is his wingspan, being a great deal larger than anyone expected. The hide on his wings is thick, allowing for easy climbs and good stability during flight. His coloring is rich, with deep tones of brown and russet shades mingled along. The russet was very sparce, and appeared mostly when you placed your head under his wings and looked up at the sun. His neck is long, giving him a regal, almost older look. His eyes are a little small for the species, but that is hardly noticeable.
Personality:
As stated earlier, Azerith has grown comfortable. He is a dragon's dragon at heart, and enjoys flying, being bathed, getting oiled and eating. He's not the most exciting dragon, but he provides the support that his rider so desperately needs. And he is okay with that. He is the quiet one who provides support for those who need it. A foundation of sorts. He is capable, dependable and not too flashy, though he will show off if challenged.
If imaginable, the brown depends on his rider as much as his rider depends on him. Though how that is so, most people don't understand. Like his rider, the brown has a weakness, and his rider keeps him strong. What that weakness is, neither really know, but they know it is there.
History:
Zlylir shifted uncomfortably on the sands, quite aware of the heat burning through his sandals. He glanced the stands for his parents who were, surprisingly, sitting together. Well, in the same row at least. He bit back a sigh and waited as several dragonets hatched and Impressed. He hadn't really spent much time with this group of Candidates, so he didn't bother trying to figure out their names. One boy did look familiar, probably saw him around the weyr before he got shuffled into the Candidate. He Impressed a green.
No egg in particular caught his attention, so when one of the medium sized eggs started to wobble, spin and crack, Zlylir didn't notice. The brown hatched without fanfare, large wedged head swiveling to look around. Taking his time, he stretched out a wing and preened some of the shell off himself before taking a few wobbly steps.
Most of the other dragonets had Impressed by the time the little brown made up his mind. He strode with confidence to Zlylir's feet and shoved his slightly wet head into his body. The boy started and stared down, a bit wide eyed. Z'ir, the dragon was confident this was the correct honorific, even if others would dispute that, It will be okay now that I am here. I can start supporting you once you feed me.
Z'ir nodded in confusion before plucking a small piece of shell off the brown's head. "Okay, Azerith," he breathed, still a bit dizzy from the rainbow hues of wonder that had bombarded his mind when he'd made eye contact with the brown. The boy led the dragonet away, mentioning his name to the man writing the pairs down.
Clutch:
Beynath's 39th, by Bronze Dorth
Hatching Order:
11th to Hatch
Wing:
Triveni
