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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:19 pm
II.......Table of Contents I........Welcome II.......Table of Contents III......The Rider IV......Pregame History V.......Impression VI......The Dragon VII.....Threadfall Statistics and Links VIII....The Flit IX......Courier Application X.......Personal Timeline XI......Rank Requirement Log XII.....RP Status XIII....Relationships XIV....Art Pieces XV.....Relevant Links Subsequent pages are reserved for journal entries.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:22 pm
III......The Rider Character Name: Ceirrys Character Gender: Male Character Age: 26 turns Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Rank: Courier/Wingrider Appearance: Ceirrys takes after his father in having a mop of wavy blond hair and a distinctly square jaw. He has grown into his height as well, filling out his stature at 5’9” with a trim and well-muscled form built from the demands of weyrlife. He’s grown to be a strapping young man over the last 10 turns, with a smattering of faded scars marking the wars that corrupted the innocence of his weyrlinghood. He has his mother’s deep blue eyes-often twinkling with mirth at the trouble he’s gotten away with- and dimples, which gives his impish smile an endearing quality that can sometimes charm him out of trouble. Personality: Ceirrys takes after his father in more than appearance, having his same easy-going personality, and while also having grown up in a close supportive family surrounded by jibes and snide comments, he often takes mean-spirited words with a grain of salt. Family- which now includes Leszyth- means everything to Ceirrys, and he will do everything within his power to defend them. While the actions and words of others seem to roll of his back, if anyone means harm to those he loves, physically or emotionally, he will retaliate with a vengeance. He will wait and scheme for the perfect opportunity to pull of the just-right revenge, whether that be embarrassing someone obsessed with their self image or luring someone into a situation in which they are vastly outnumbered. In this way he is incredibly stubborn, holding on to grudges and slights against those he cares for. This same stubborn attitude bleeds forth when he’s in an argument or is being challenged, it will take a very calm and persuasive person to move Ceirrys from the stance he has taken on a subject. He can be incredibly self-assured beyond this stubbornness in confrontations, in general he is very confident and was somewhat indulged as a youngest son, as such he often takes brazen actions and will not realize the full ramifications of his own words and actions on those around him, being more innocently self-centered than anything malign. The darker side to his mischievous personality is seen in the schemes he plans for revenge against those who have wronged his loved ones, the more innocent side comes in the form of simple pranks and plans to surprise those he sees as friends and loved ones, he will tease and play tricks on those he cares for- all in good-fun of course. Ceirrys loves the gratification of a successfully executed plan, and there is little else he loves more in this world than being able to witness the expressions on those persons’ affected faces. He is the typical bratty younger brother, and is used to a family full of noise, when confronted with a silent room he will often make chit-chat to fill the void and often feels the need to make light-hearted jokes if the mood is too somber. Character Voice: #342F6A[color=#342F6A]text[/color]
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:38 pm
IV......Pregame History Ceirrys came from a minor hold tithing to Bitra Hold. His father, Aneirin, was a second cousin of the Holder, putting him in the tumultuous position of representing a family name while having no hopes for achieving a position of prominence within the hold. He developed a “devil-may-care” attitude as he grew older, such that when he became enamored with Carrys, the young journeywoman harper brought to the hold to instruct the Holder’s grandchildren, he married her without the consent of his family. The whole ordeal became quite a scandal for the small hold, and by the time Ceirry’s eldest sister was born, his parents were treated very much like a stain on a much-prided tapestry, to be covered up and frowned upon. His immediate family stuck close to one another and formed a tightly knit group of seven; he grew up as the youngest son among four siblings: Carwyn, six turns older than himself, Caerin his sister three turns older than himself, Aneirrys-his older brother by two turns, and his younger sister by four turns, Anwyn. As he aged, Ceirrys and his siblings were met with reproachful gazes and snide comments from their extended family. He watched as his eldest sister, Carwyn, was filled with disdain for the entitled attitudes and pompous presumptions of their relatives. She remained strong in the face of this treatment- growing ever resilient and confrontational, all the while setting an example for her younger siblings, “you do not have to accept their judgement of your worth, who are they to pass such judgement?”. Ceirrys took this lesson to heart and dealt with his extended family flippantly; he cared not for their opinions and felt fulfilled enough as the doted upon “baby brother”. This particular position came with laxer expectations and less direct supervision, he often found himself gleefully playing tricks on those age-mates that continuously picked on himself or his siblings after Carwyn left to pursue harpercraft (to get in direct, physical confrontations would simply be unacceptable by his mother’s standards). Ceirrys was always careful at hiding his gloating smile in the wake of fuming relatives, careful to make mischief that could in no way be directly traced back to him. He became increasingly referred to as an “impudent child” and was happy to be searched at the age of twelve turns when Carwyn impressed Alaiath at Benden. Ceirrys was glad to have Carwyn with him at Benden, while enjoying the mantle of a candidate, he was still used to being the kid-brother and relieved to once again have his eldest sister nearby. Candidacy has done little to temper his mischief-making, although now his pranks have become more light-hearted and done for the joy of executing a plan without getting caught rather than as a retort to mockery and snide comments. The last turn has proven to be a tumultuous chapter in his time as a candidate at Benden- staying when the revolution swept through its halls, disappointed by Carwyn’s decision to leave Benden, angered by the destruction of the wher clutch by dragonrider loyalists, and distressed by the poisoning of Malvern’s food supply-knowing that his sister had been affected and distraught by the physical distance between them.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:44 pm
V.......Impression Impression Three eggs remained, and it looked as though none of them would be hatching on their own. That meant that the two small eggs housed atypicals, while the larger brown egg was a dud, just as everyone had named it. Anali - and she knew that she was not the only one - had held out hope that there might simply be a very quiet or shy dragon contained within, but throughout the long hatching, it hadn't moved even once. It was unfortunate, but it did happen, and with fifteen hatchlings safely Impressed and two more who needed assistance but would hopefully do the same, the disappointment of one dud egg was not difficult to push away. Shovel over her shoulder, the goldrider strode out to the eggs, looking every bit as cool and collected as her dragon. She had never done this before, and in truth there was a fluttering of nervousness in her stomach, but she masked it expertly with confidence. She motioned and called for the remaining candidates to come closer. "Alright, I know a lot of us haven't done this before, but I'm hoping you paid as much attention in your lessons as I did." Ceirrys joined the ranks of those surrounding the remaining eggs, he was torn about the prospect of impressing an atypical, what with the views of the wherhold... albeit they had voted to hatch them, so there was that. The rounded woman punctuated her statement with a small smile. "Don't crowd them, let them come to you. Once you Impress - if you Impress - then you can help it." "Right then, first thing's first!" She stepped up to the Dud Egg; dud it may be, but she would break it regardless. It would be good practice, at least. Anali readied her shovel and drew back for a sound swing. A sharp CRACK echoed before she could land the hit, forcing her to stop mid-swing to avoid clocking a handsome, lanky, very much alive blue hatchling upside the head. Disturbingly unphased by the fact that he'd come this close to starting life with a cracked skull, he hopped to his feet and trilled jubilantly at Anali and the assembled candidates. Anali took a very deep breath as she lowered her shovel and reassumed a proper posture. She absolutely had not, no matter what anyone said, done anything so undignified as gasp or jump in surprise, nor had she nearly had a heart attack courtesy of an irritatingly mischievous hatchling. She glared sternly at the blue, not the least bit amused by his stunt. "Well aren't we a clever one?" Her expression and dry tone of voice made it quite clear that that was not intended as a compliment. "Go on then, get on with it!" The Dud blue parroted her grumbling tones back at her, utterly unrepentant, before turning towards the candidates with a chortle. He swung his head from one side to the other, searching with blue-green eyes. His was here somewhere, he knew it! He had known it for some time, and had delayed so long only to pull his marvelous prank. Now that it was done, he did not intend to wait a moment longer. As he stepped forward, rainbows filled his eyes.
Did you see the look on her face, Ceirrys? Your Leszyth had her fooled, and everyone else, too!
He yelped and felt his heart leap to his throat with the emergence of the blue hatchling-- no movement, no mental presence this entire time, and then a sudden springing to life?! And then ... and then he was awash in a curious feeling of mirth as rainbow eyes met his. It was an odd sensation, but inexplicably right, having Leszyth's voice within his mind. Possibly with the greatest grin ever to cross his face, Ceirrys knelt down to meet his Leszyth. Why yes I did, you nearly gave me a heart attack too, mischief maker! He gave Leszyth's pale head knobs an affectionate rub as this new marvelous voice once again filled his mind, Mine, I have waited and waited for that trick, and it has left me hungry, indeed, let us find the food now please- perhaps we can trick one of my brothers or sisters out of the juiciest morsels?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:45 pm
VI......The Dragon Name: Leszyth Age: 10 Turns Size: Above Average Build: Below Average Personality: Leszyth cultivates a harmless and innocent appearance, but with this dragon, appearances are can be deceiving. He enjoys outsmarting others with clever tricks, but he is also intelligent enough not to get too clever; he is well aware that less is usually more, and isn't one to overthink or overcomplicate his mischief, nor does he draw it out unnecessarily. While those subjected to his tricks may or may not find them amusing during or after the fact, actual cruelty is incredibly rare from Leszyth, and reserved for those who have wronged him or someone close to him in some way. Don't be too quick to write him off as a mere trickster, however; as irritating as his games can be, there is more to him than playing tricks and having a good laugh. He really does enjoy the company of others - even if it is sometimes at their expense - and is a loyal friend to those who take the time to get to know him beyond his playful antics. For the sake of his friends, Leszyth can be serious when the need arises: deadly serious, if it comes to it. He will protect his loved ones and home at any cost. Home is incredibly important to Leszyth, and the attachment he forms to places is every bit as vital to him as his attachment to people. His rider had better like Benden, because getting this blue to leave it permanently will be nearly impossible. If he had his way, he would never leave ever, for any reason, and in his first turn or two is likely to throw a tantrum if made to so much as go on a day-trip, but if his rider is firm or convincing enough, he will get better at taking trips away. Even then, if an outing drags on for too long, he will mope and complain and generally make himself a nuisance until it's time to return home. Though Benden and the surrounding area as a whole are important to him, he will find specific places that he likes best of all, where he will go when he wants to be alone or feel especially safe. The truest sign of his affections is to be invited to share one of these special places, but if someone intrudes uninvited, he will attempt to chase them away. Leszyth enjoys the simple company of whers and flits, and of any beast that will accept his presence. In fact, he will be rather disappointed that most animals are not fond of the company of a dragon, but that won't stop him from trying. He has a peculiar knack for imitating some of the sounds of other beasts, and with observation and practice could become rather good at it, within reason. Why Me?: Leszyth and Ceirrys are two peas in a pod, sharing a love of mischief and steadfast loyalty to those they hold dear. Home is where the heart is, and Ceirrys’s heart lies with his family; he has no plans for leaving Benden and would be loathe to part from its environs for any extended period of time at this point in his life. Ceirrys has a lot of growing to do as he transitions from life as a rambunctious candidate, to a weyrling responsible for someone other than himself for a change, and eventually to a revolutionist wingrider. Character Voice: lightslategray[color=lightslategray]text[/color] Inspired by: The Leshy. The Leshy or Lesovik is a male woodland spirit in Slavic mythology who protects wild animals and forests. He is roughly analogous to the Woodwose of Western Europe and the Basajaun of the Basque Country. A Leshy usually appears as a tall man, but he is able to change his size from that of a blade of grass to a very tall tree. He has hair and a beard of living grass and vines, and is sometimes depicted with a tail, hooves, and horns. He has pale white skin that contrasts with his bright green eyes. A Leshy has a close bond with the gray wolf, and is often seen in the company of bears as well. He is the Forest Lord and carries a club to express that he is the master of wood. He has blue blood, which gives his cheeks a blue tinge. Legend describes him as having a red scarf and his left shoe on his right foot. He also is known to have no shadow. Leshy protects the animals and birds in the forest and tells them when to migrate. He can shapeshift into many different forms. A person who befriends a leshy can learn the secrets of magic. Farmers and shepherds would make pacts with the leshy to protect their crops and sheep. The leshy has many tricks, including leading peasants astray, making them sick, or tickling them to death. They are also known to hide the axes of woodcutters. A person gets lost in the woods when a leshy crosses their path. To find the way out, you have to turn your clothes inside out and wear shoes on opposite feet. Leshies are terribly mischievous beings: they have horrible cries, and can imitate voices of people familiar to wanderers and lure them back to their caves, where the leshies will tickle them to death; they also remove signs from their posts. Leshies aren't evil: although they enjoy misguiding humans and kidnapping young women, they are also known to keep grazing cattle from wandering too far into the forests and getting lost. Sometimes cow herders will make pacts with a leshy by handing him their crosses from around their necks and sharing communion with him after Christian church gatherings; these pacts are said to give the cowherds special powers. Sometimes more than one leshy inhabits a forest, and then they will fight for their territory, knocking down trees and scaring animals.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:52 pm
VIII....The Flit (Given to me by Shaddaling) Name: Pilfer Lineage: Gold Harbinger x Brown Cat Origin: A gift to Ceirrys from his family at the Hatching Feast. Personality & Training: Pilfer takes after his brown father, dangerously interested in the possessions of others. He will happily rummage through others' personal belongings and will often snatch small trinkets that interest him, bringing them back to Ceirrys' room in the weyrling barracks and either presenting them as a gift to His or stashing them in various places around the room. When Ceirrys comes across these stashes he anxiously tries to get Pilfer to show him images of the places he's been to try and sort through what belongs to who. This rather difficult obsession with finding interesting things will actually make him surprisingly easy to train when it comes to the "fetch" command, especially if the item to be found is particularly tricky to find. Otherwise, this flit is difficult to train, but with his boundless energy and curiosity, if Ceirrys can manage to make training a game, he should go along with it well enough.  This blue sits at the smaller side of the blue spectrum, all the better for getting into small spaces!
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:52 pm
IX......Courier Application Some days being a courier felt like a political position, other days it felt like you were a glorified draybeast… this was one of the latter. Leszyth and C’rrys blinked out of between and circled down once more to the quarry below, Leszyth bugling their entrance to the masterminer overseeing this assignment. They landed in the clearing beside a platform laden with stone blocks that had been quarried here and were destined to be part of the new structure being built at Ursul Hold. The masterminer was a robust man, very obviously gaining his brawn from decades of hard work, his skin showing the wrinkles that came from age and the Southern heat. C’rrys dismounted and clasped the masterminer’s forearm with a grin, “First shipment has been safely delivered.” The look of relief that passed across the master’s now smiling face made C’rrys dubious as to the stock he’d initially put in their abilities, “Let’s inspect the rigging of the next shipment and get Leszyth situated for take-off.” So saying, C’rrys removed his riding helmet and the pair walked over to the platform Leszyth had landed adjacent to and began checking each of the knots securing the load to a makeshift harness. Leszyth stretched while the two humans inspected their next load, appreciating this opportunity to bask in the sun and relax his muscles from the last haul. His brief reprieve was interrupted by a whistle from C’rrys, apparently all was well with the rigging so he shook out his wings and positioned himself above the platform for ease of attaching the harness to his existing saddle. With the last of the adjustments made, C’rrys patted Leszyth’s forearm- it was crisscrossed now with scars from a war long past, a time they’d rather not dwell on. “Alright Leszy, ready to go?” Leszyths eyes swirled fondly with a mix of blues and greens, “Always!” C’rrys grinned and clasped forearms with the masterminer once more, calling out jovially as he mounted up, “We’ll be back for the next shipment promptly!” Leszyth took off carefully, avoiding any jarring maneuvers that could jeopardize the load of stone gently swaying beneath him and once clear, blinked between. They reemerged above Ursul Hold and Leszyth maneuvered them safely down at the building site where they commenced removing the harness and unloading the quarried stone. Several trips later saw the complete shipment of stone safely transported to it’s new home at Ursul Hold; services like this are what helped build a relationship between the Holds and the Weyr, lords could hardly complain about the mouths they were helping to feed through tithes when those same mouths helped them expand their holdings and shelter their inhabitants from thread. It made sense to use dragons for couriering loads like these; dense jungle stretched between quarry and hold, making a long journey by draybeast impractical. Plus, they were able to take the load between, significantly reducing wait-time on the shipment of stone. Sure, it may not be the most glamorous assignment, but the pair appreciated this opportunity to get out of the weyr and meet new people.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 11:10 pm
XI......Rank Requirement Log Courier Application: 2 Posts [WC = 527, 2.108 posts rounded down] Dragon Games, Obstacle Course: 15 Posts [WC: 342, 278, 167, 118, 156, 116, 139, 223, 184, 154, 130, 104, 111, 104, 472] Dragon Games, Agility Course: 6 Posts [WC: _, _, _, _, _, _] Mornhavonth's Flight: 6 Posts [WC: 102, 81, 87, 78, 63, 81] Dragon Games: Wing Relay: 5 posts [WC: 1355]
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 11:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 11:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 11:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 11:31 pm
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