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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 5:29 pm
 Table of ContentsIntroduction Rules The Rider The Dragon The Nightmare The Firelizards Friends, Family, and Relationships Pre-Impression Roleplay The Impression Credits 'This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down'-Bon Jovi (It's My Life)
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:33 pm
Rules
1. Posting in here is on a strictly 'need to post' basis. Please try not to interrupt anything and post in-character.
2. Don't ask me for Arioth. The answer is no.
3. I'm always open to PMs/IMs for RP and whatnot.
4. My IM addresses are not public, so you'll have to ask for those.
5. There is no spoon.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:35 pm
The Rider
Name: Rinfala
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Craft: N/A
Rank: Sr. Weyrling
Songs: It's My Life - Bon Jovi, Circus - Britney Spears, Explain Yourself - Nonpoint, Higher Ground - Alexz Johnson
Physical Description: Rinfala is a rather tall 5'8", with a slender figure. She has jet black hair that is usually kept in a braid or tied back, and icy blue eyes that stand out in her tanned skin. Her face is long and angular, stopping just short of being exaggeratedly so. She usually wears close-fitting, practical tunics of any color except orange. She carries a belt knife, which was bought with the excuse that "it might come in handy". Rinfala knows how to use it, too--the result of many long hours of practice. She has a tendency to be a little too formal in the face of authority, but otherwise opts for a fairly relaxed posture.
Personality: Rinfala is a strong-willed female with a very strange sense of humor. To those she deems not idiotic, she is pleasant, with a biting sense of sarcasm at times (subtract the 'pleasant' around idiots). Readily taking charge during an emergency (with a choice word or two for whoever let it GET that bad), she attempts to shy away from true leadership ranks--it's just a hassle in her mind. Since Impressing gold Arioth, she has begun to realize this will be difficult, if not impossible. She's preparing herself to accept the flights as she must (she sees it as a fair price to pay for Impressing), but outside of them, you wouldn't catch her in bed with a woman, oh no--she'd eject any female she woke up next to from her weyr with something akin to horror. She takes orders well for the most part, with the occasional rebellion when she thinks they're just plain stupid. Speaking of stupidity, she has very little tolerance for it, and doesn't hesitate to say so...she's got just as much tolerance for gossip, if not less.
At social gatherings, Rinfala is neither particularly shy or outgoing, falling somewhere in between based on her mood, the occasion, and how much she enjoys being around those present. Friends often receive good-natured teasing, while those she dislikes are treated to either the cold shoulder or open scorn. If she doesn't like you, you'll know it. If she does like you, you'll know that too--the exception being the 'other' kind of like, where she becomes awkward and shy. Fortunately for her, she's not supposed to be getting entangled in relationships anyways.
History: Rinfala grew up as the eldest daughter of two Journeyman Beastcrafters in Keroon Hold. She was a very rough-and-tumble little girl, never in any way interested in frills and girly things. She prided herself on 'being one of the boys' and was often the winner of small scuffles. Her sister couldn't have been more different, and was very indignant at having her older sibling be the way she was. Rinfala hit puberty like a brick wall. The change was quite sudden, as she went from Hold-wide tomboy to unexpectedly being the object of much attention from 'the boys.' Before she got a good chance to make a good impression on said boys however, she was Searched to become a Candidate for Ista Weyr. Standing for several Turns meshed her into Weyr life well enough, although she remained as stubbornly interested in males and only males since the day she hopped down from the Search dragon--rumor mill bedamned!
During the Hatching of the Snake clutch, Rinfala was distracted by the commotion caused by many on Sands and stands alike collapsing from illness. Realizing that an angry green was coming for her too late, she earned some nasty slashes across her legs, one of which has become a scar for her to scare Candidates with. >;D
As her 'battle wounds' healed over, Rinfala's gold firelizard rose to be flown by M'al's bronze Aeron. After several weeks, much cursing, and many thefts of shiny objects, ten eggs were laid. These were then distributed via a betting pool for the colors contained within the Horse clutch--the same clutch that hatched golden Arioth, a rampaging angry queen who used Firyal as a doormat and broke Kesslan's arm before finally finding Hers.
Other/Talents:
-She's reasonably knowledgable about runner-beasts, as they were her parent's specialization.
-Intermediate level of skill with a belt knife.
-Impressive vocabulary of foul language.
-Long, pale scar on right lower leg.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:37 pm
The Dragon
Jr. Weyrling
Gold Arioth
Gold Arioth is going to take you to the top and she doesn’t care who she has to step on to get there. Sacrifices need to be made, after all, and if it gets this gold where she wants to be, she’ll cut you loose and set you adrift without a second thought. It’s nothing personal, Arioth is simply more important than you are. She has places to go and goals to fulfill and there is very little that will distract her from that goal. Her will is as strong as any bronze you’ve ever met and she simply will not take no for an answer. She’s a Queen. You don’t get to tell her no.
Always in the right, Arioth actually has a hard time believing she could ever be wrong. It’s just one of those things. Being proven wrong absolutely infuriates her and Faranth help the poor soul who makes that mistake. She has a surprisingly good memory for a dragon and revenge is something she is not above. Her ability to hold a grudge is impressive and it’s not passive, either. After all, she is a gold and upsetting her is practically the worst thing you could do on all of Pern. (Have you got that bit about her being a gold and completely infallible? She’d like to make sure you really have that point.) Even when proven wrong (and her revenge extracted), she still refuses to admit to her fault. She tends to ignore the entire event as though it never happened.
Despite her inability to be incorrect, Arioth is not a snob. She doesn’t consider anybody ‘unworthy’ of her (until they try to correct her) and will spend time with a dragon of any color. If they can’t offer interesting conversation or something to do, she will get bored, but she doesn’t see the need to stereotype others. She wants to be measured on her own merits and, in a somewhat surprisingly mature approach, she understands she must see the others by their own measures, as well. Everyone has some sort of value and it is up to Arioth to uncover and exploit it to the best of her ability. Did we say exploit? We meant…use. Yes. Use.
While incredibly strong-willed and not empathetic (at all), she is not a nasty dragon at heart. She does not understand the feelings of others and sometimes fails to understand her own emotions. She often gets caught up in the rush to conquer and complete her goals. Arioth’s passion is so fiery she often gets swallowed up by it, failing to see everything around it. It should be stated now, she will often rail against her brother Varth. If they were to ever set aside their differences, they might make a very dangerous pair, but it would take a lot from both of them to actually get along. If he were to leave, it’d also upset her greatly; a good rival is just as dear to her as a good friend.
Some account her personality to the fact that she is rather…small, for a Queen. In fact, she is downright tiny for a Queen. She is smaller than a few of the bronzes, though we suggest you never bring this up. Arioth is a little on the vain side. She is a Queen, after all. And while she’s beautifully proportioned, this isn’t good enough for her. She does, in fact, have a little bit of ‘Little Man syndrome’ as common belief dictates, and can be provoked to do very stupid things to prove her smallness is not relevant to her excellence as a Queen. Her small stature also puts her at odds with other gold dragons. While her nature dictates that she try and find the value in everyone, she has the hardest time with the other Queens. She cannot stand being talked down to, so the literal version puts the dragon on edge.
Arioth hates flights. She is a one woman show and detests the idea of having to work with someone simply because they showed the most prowess in a mating flight. Her inability to be empathetic gets in the way here; if someone genuinely cared about her, her rider aside, Arioth would have no idea how to respond. True friends are not something that she ever set out to make, so garnering one or two would completely baffle her. As far as mates go, it’s practically out of the question. The idea of that kind of commitment frightens her. Her only commitment is to herself and her rider. Nothing will ever mean more to her than her rider, despite all her grand plans and illusions about herself, and nothing will ever change that.
Oh God, Why Me?
Arioth needs someone as strong as she is, simply because she'd mow anyone else over. Her rider needs to be able to go with Arioth to the top, simply because a dragon cannot do it on her own. Arioth expects a lot out of her rider, but in turn, she expects herself to give everything to her rider. While a strong dragon, she could never Impress to someone that might exploit her and that is why Arioth has chosen Rinfala.
Rinfala's sharp wit and ability to speak her mind speak volumes to the Queen. She has enough patience to deal with Arioth's gung-ho attitude, but Rinfala has enough sense and strength of character to rein her in when she's gone too far. Rinfala doesn't desire true leadership, but she has the makings of a good leader and Arioth is going to take Rinfala as far as she can go.
Horse Clutch
Nightmare Gold Arioth to Rinfala
Kiger Mustang Bronze Xanthoth to B'lin
Akhal Teke Brown Varth to A'bri
Thoroughbred Brown Matsukazeth to A'nt
American Sport Horse Brown Ormeteth to G'ran
Sorraia Mustang Brown Tanith to Ash'ran
Arabian Blue Redhath to M'al
Quarter Horse Blue Bayarth to J'ken
Gypsy Vanner Blue Toronth to W'in
Clydesdale Blue Hasufeth to M'rik
Andalusian Blue ??? Betweened
Friesan Green Condoroth to K'lan
Shetland Pony Green Eponath to Inaari
American Paint Green Hwinth to Ferris
Sandalwood Pony Did Not Hatch
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:51 pm
The Nightmare
The nightmare appears in the first edition Monster Manual (1977), [Gygax, Gary. "Monster Manual" (TSR, 1977)] where it is described as a "demon horse" or "hell horse" from the lower planes, ridden primarily by powerful demons and devils, night hags, vampires, and liches.
Arion
In Greek mythology, Areion or Arion(Ancient Greek: Άρείων) is a divinely-bred, extremely swift immortal horse which, according to the Latin poet Sextus Propertius, was endowed with speech. This Areion is not to be confused with the poet Arion of Lesbos (7th century BC), a court musician at the palace of Periander, and a legendary kitharode in antiquity, who was saved by dolphins in a Greek myth.
Areion's siring by Poseidon in stallion form vary by author: according to the Pseudo-Apollodorus, the horse was foaled by Demeter while she was "in the likeness of a Fury"; Pausanias reported that, according to Antimachus, the horse was the foal of Gaia, the Earth, herself. In the Epic Cycle Areion was mounted most notably by Adrastus, king of Argos.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:52 pm
The Firelizards
Of average size for a queen, Shim is neither particularly large or exceedingly small. She's just right, and she likes it that way. Friendly and personable to most humans and firelizards, her demeanor changes to one decidedly more hostile around fellow gold firelizards. She is better than they are, and she won't let them forget it! Arioth has commanded instant respect, however, due to her status as a 'bigflit' and her sheer dominance of personality.
Young, spunky, and likes to bite things. To be continued.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:14 pm
Friends, Family, and Relationships
Kesslan
Rinfala: One of the best friends a girl could ask for. I owe her something for Arioth breaking her arm...
Arioth: I didn't mean to hurt Mine's friend, but she was in the way of Mine!
M'al
Rinfala: Sharp and fun to be around. Things don't stay dull around him!
Arioth: She likes him so he is good. Good for Redhath, too.
Redhath
Rinfala: Not a very touchy-feely sort, is he? Arioth seems to like him, though.
Arioth: He is proud but interesting.
O'asis
Rinala: A fast talker, but smart. I'll help him get his Weyr.
Arioth: N/A
Uktenath
Rinfala: A good bronze. He'll take O'asis far.
Arioth: N/A
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:16 pm
Pre-Impression Roleplay
[x] Duck and Cover
[x] Hatching
[x] Houston, We Have A Problem
[x] TEN?!
[x] Better Start Digging That Grave
[x] We Beasts Of Burden
[x] Taking All Bets!
[x] With Bated Breath
[x] Fighting Spirit
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:52 pm
The Impression Wingsecond Kem Nightmare Egg
The furthest back, with good reason, is the Nightmare Egg. Smaller than most Queens, the Nightmare Egg stands on par with the Kiger Mustang, Thoroughbred and Akhal Teke Eggs, and it’s not impressed with that. The egg itself is very bright, fluctuating shades of reds and oranges wrapped in the natural golden sheen of a Queen egg, it appears to be smoldering. Everything about the egg is fiery, even the aura it gives off. The Nightmare Egg is tipped ever so slightly, leaning towards the Akhal Teke Egg. Wingsecond Kem Times must be getting tough, K'em mused, if Weyrlingmaster F'sey was allowing outsiders into his little poker games. It used to just concern greenriders and the stray bluerider and brownrider (weyrlings of his, if K'em understood correctly), but numbers had dwindled. With all the turmoil in the Weyr, it appeared that some had started to keep to themselves. He was even having trouble finding a nice girl to spend a night with, these days. Somehow, he ended up here.
Yes, times must be getting tough, K'em decided, that, or F'sey had heard how horrible he was at dragon poker. That was always a very strong possibility.
"You know," the wingsecond said, "I think I'm going to-"
They hatch! My children, they are hatching! Cheoth's roar rattled through Ista.
F'sey gave K'em a blank look and gathered up the cards. "It looks like you got lucky, wingsecond," he murmured. K'em rolled his eyes and said nothing, making for the door. It wouldn't do, for him to skip a hatching for a game of dragonpoker. (Really, it was fantastic timing. He was about to lose the rest of his marks.) Besides, he wouldn't want to. Hatchings were so exciting! And the sun had gone down hours past. People might be sleepy, but at least they wouldn't be keeling over with heatstroke.
"Best we get to the Sands quickly," he said to F'sey, heading down the corridor. K'em grinned. "Faranth only knows what sort of horrors Cheoth has mothered."
Meanwhile, none other than the Nightmare Egg had started to rock, slowly shifting back and forth in place as the young dragon inside began to stir. Wingsecond Kem K'em was still making his way through the stands as a second egg began to rock. It shimmered as it rocked, it was no other but the Akhal Teke Egg, not about to be outdone by its sister. The egg shimmied violently, bumping into other eggs as its movements became rapid and reckless. The brownrider glanced over and frowned; the egg almost seemed frenzied. The wingsecond bounced a few steps and made his way to Cordel.
"Look." He motioned to the Queen egg.
The nightmare egg was beginning to crack. The cracks were thin, running up and down the egg like veins. The dragon within was making muffled noises inside. Its sibling, however, did not like that very much. The Akhal Teke rocked harder, knocking itself clean over as the crowd gasped. Neither egg had hatched, despite all the effort the dragons were putting in.
Of course, they spoke too soon.
With a shriek, the Akhal Teke burst open, the small dragon inside hidden by shards of shell. All the Weyrs of Pern The Nightmare, of course, was not about to be outdone. No sooner did the Akhal Teke burst from his egg did the Queen break her own shell, screaming (or rather, squeaking) as fiercely as a newborn dragon could. She was certainly Cheoth’s daughter, K’em thought wryly. Of course, the large Queen would have it no other way. It was clear it was all Favan could do to keep the bulky gold calm, but if a Queen could breath fire, K’em was certain all the candidates standing on the sands would have been charred to little bits.
The Akhal Teke surged forward, shaking little bits of shell off. The crowd gasped in awe. He was brown! Possibly the biggest dragon in the clutch, though none could be sure judging solely on egg size, but the dappled dragon was absolutely enormous. He was also very clearly unhappy. The brown dove towards his candidates, uncaring as he pushed by two boys only to be confronted with a third. The Akhal Teke growled, slashing at the unfortunate lad and shied away, leaving Goran with a nice, deep set of claw marks down both his legs.
Eyes whirling red, the brown was about to continue when a scream caught his attention.
The young Queen was barreling her way through the females, wings aflare and teeth agape as she pushed her way through the crowd violently. She could not find Hers, and she was not impressed. Neither, did it seem, was the brown. His tail lashed as he stared angrily, completely unaware he had just knocked a boy off his feet, and whirled around. Of course, the Akhal Teke promptly tripped. The boy on the ground remained relatively unharmed, but the dragon caught both Mal and Jisken with flailing limbs as he fell. The wounds were not grave, but they were certainly painful. All the Weyrs of Pern Something like a shriek (or squeak) of triumph came from the small Queen as the brown went down hard, her eyes whirling red even as she clumsily staled away from her fallen brother. Just because he had gone down didn't mean she was happy, however! She continued to awkwardly stagger across the sands, occasionally screaming her fury so everyone would know her displeasure. Where. Was. Hers?
The brown had struggled to his feet again after a moment, clearly unabashed by his actions, his mouth slightly open as he watched the Healer. It wasn't hard to guess what was running through the dragon's mind, but his sister soon distracted him with another loud cry.
She'd had it! The temperamental gold had lunged without warning towards Canthry, as though hoping in her frustration that the violent motion would help bring Hers out! Unfortunately, she had underestimated the distance sorely and realized she couldn't hope to reach the girl like this, so the next closest target would have to do.
It was more her weight (despite her small size) that would be enough to knock Firyal flat on her back instead of claws or teeth, and the girl would surely have the wind knocked out of her at least. Of course, now ignoring whatever was underneath her sharp feet, the Queen stepped impatiently on and over the girl, ripping both into her robes and skin. A loud hiss slipped from the furious gold, and her wedge-shaped head was weaving dangerously as though trying to focus on a new target.
Where was Hers?! Wingsecond Kem "I can't watch," K'em muttered, watching anyways. It was a complete horror show.
F'sey, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off the unfolding drama. See? This is what happened when eggs weren't touched. They should have taken their chances with Cheoth, he thought grimly. Of course her children were every bit the hellion she was, only they were small, nimble and let loose on the youth of a Weyr. It was good, really. They were obviously handling it well. Grumbling and running a hand through his hair, he glanced up at the stands for C'ren. The greenrider was staying put. Good.
Of course, the dragons weren't.
The Akhal Teke had enough of his sister stealing the show. Growling softly, he flicked his open before closing them again. His tail lashed and the enormous brown glanced around, red eyes meeting a few candidates' gazes before he began to head towards the girls. His would have to wait. Their was an unruly Queen to be dealt with now. Well, if she wanted to be dealt with. And frankly, the dull gold had no such intentions.
Wheeling around, she shoved Kesslan over and made her way through the girls. By now, they all parted quickly, no one wanting to get between Cheoth's daughter and her goal. The bothered hatchling made a soft, growling noise and worked her jaw, eyes still whirling red as she marched out to meet her brother. The crowd held a collective breath as the pair began to face off.
F'sey clenched his fists. "AS SOON AS THEY IMPRESS, THEY NEED TO GET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER," he shouted. They were rivals, born rivals. He'd never seen anything like it, but they needed to be separated, and soon.
Of course, the dragons had no such intentions. It was clear they were going back and forth until suddenly, the gold rose on her hind legs and screeched. The brown bent down, teeth bared as he was forced into some sort of submission.
MINE! MINE! the Queen shrieked. HE IS WRONG. I AM THE GREATEST HERE.
Alambrimine! Tell her to back off! Your Varth is the best, even if he is not a Queen, he is the best! the brown cried, still in the forced submission.
The Queen had none of it. MINE. COME AND GET YOUR ARIOTH. When Hers did not come immediately, Arioth bounced back to her back legs, making sure her brother did not attempt to jostle her out of her position as Queen of the heap. Hers needed to come now.
RINFALA!Arioth and Varth face off.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:55 pm
Credits
Dragonriders of Pern (c) Anne McCaffrey
AtWoP (c) Leikkun and x_Nata_x
Characters (c) Respective Owners
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