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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 7:35 pm
RIDER INFORMATION
Name: R'kel (previously Ramkelan)
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider (Wingsecond potentially?)
Physical Description: R'kel has always prided himself in his appearance and as such takes great care to look his best no matter what the occasion. His deep, klah-brown hair is always neatly brushed, parted on the side so it falls gently to the left. It's long enough to be in a style but not long enough to get him in trouble. If Thread were to fall while he's a dragonrider than he'll make sure it's absolutely within regulation. Until then, he feels he can be a little lax with that regulation. The temperate climate in Ista Weyr has tanned his naturally olive skin to an even darker colour, which it remains for all seasons save winter. He was blessed with quite resilient skin, rarely burning no matter how not the sun. Though mole speckled, he has no major scars or distinctive marks on his body. His eyes are also not particularly distinguishing, being a deep brown like his hair. They are very expressive, however, and it is rare not to be able to tell what R'kel is thinking. As a result, he never makes eye contact when he lies in an attempt to avoid getting caught. Clothing-wise he is always well-dressed in what he deems proper dragonrider attire. Everything he wears is always wrinkle free and, for the most part, without too many mended bits. Still, every rider has their favourite pair of well worn riding pants, and R'kel is no exception.
Personality: The first thing most people notice about R'kel is his self-confidence. He is completely at home in the Weyr, having been born and lived there his entire life, and thus considers himself quite Weyr-savvy. Not to mention that his father was a dragonrider, which as a child made him turn up his nose more often than not at other children who were not as 'special' as him. Though his mother has since curbed such behaviour, R'kel did not lose all of his pride. He still cares himself with a very noble air, and strongly dislikes anything or anyone who tries to break or shame him. Similarly, shots taken at his ego are treated very seriously, and he is liable to try and verbally take people "down a notch" whenever they try to do the same to him. His prejudice is not as bad as it used to be, as he tries to get to know people before he judges them. First impressions are still very important to him, which is part of the reason he spends so much time on his own appearance.
Living in a Weyr, however, has not exactly given him the best all around experience. He has very little experience with animals (besides when they're dead and eating them) and as a result has very poor skills when it comes to dealing with and training animals. In his opinion, animals are best left in the care of those who know a lot about them and can assure him that they'll be in the kitchen waiting to be served. He really has no interest in dealing with things that can't talk back to him. It is no surprise that his flit is not only nibbly but also poorly trained. Dragons, however, are another matter entirely. R'kel is very duty oriented, believing in the honour of the dragonriders even though Thread has not fallen in 200 Turns. While he does feel a certain sort of kinship to other riders, he is not the type of person to have many friends. He would much rather have a few good friends which he can devout his time and loyalty to.
Even though he may not have many friends, R'kel often spends more time focusing on helping them through their problems than working on his own. His own find themselves bottled up until he has time to let them out and brood over them, refusing to allow anyone else to help him deal with them. He can be very independent when he wants to be, not to mention overconfident that he can solve all his problems (as well as the problems of his friends) on his own.
As a side note, while R'kel grew up in a Weyr he is not immune to a little shudder on the topic of homosexuality. New weyrlings and weyrbrats banded together with him when he Impressed Shyoreth in order to discuss the mythical "gay sex", which resulted in some teasing and denials from all parties. While he does accept the practice he views it with a strange sort of fascination if not a little bit of trepidation.
History: Ramkelan was the first child of two both to an Ista Weyr dragonrider and a Weyr cook. He was raised by the nannies among the weyrbrats until he was old enough to lend a hand in the kitchen. From then on his life progressed in the usual manner. He received lessons from the Harpers, did his chores, and then went to bed. Like every weyrbrat he was supposed to be kept busy enough to stay out of trouble, but managed to get into it regardless. Whenever his mother thought he had too much free time on his hands she offered to pay him pocket marks for catching tunnelsnakes, which proved to be a good motivator even after the birth of his younger brother, Jandakar.
His teenage years were equally uneventful – according to him – until he was finally searched at 18. Since his father was a dragonrider, he had harboured dreams of following in his father's footsteps since he was very young, however Ramkelan very specifically said that he wanted to Impress the biggest dragon in all the Weyr. Needless to say, he was a little disappointed to find out that the biggest dragon was the Queen, and had to adjust his dream instead to say he wanted the biggest male dragon ever. Though his father often reminded him that dragons of all sizes had their purposes, Ramkelan still arrived at the Hatching Sands with his mind set on bronze, or at the very least a brown. He was one of the lucky boys, Impressing on his first try to Shyoreth.
From then on Ramkelan – now called R'kel – grew and matured alongside Shyoreth until both were ready to fly in the wings. He currently works to keep the pride of the dragonrider name and to keep an eye out for his younger brother of five years, J'kar.
Pets: Unfortunately, R'kel received a green flit as a gift which he calls Nibbles due to the creature's habit of biting the fingers that feed her. Needless to say, they don't get along very well.
Other/Talents: Dish washing; setting tunnelsnake traps
Picture: None XD
DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Shyoreth
Color: Brown or bronze
Physical Description: An average sized dragon with a very majestic look about him, built as standard as they come. Like most dragons of the larger size he is better at outlasting the blues and greens rather than out flying them, which suits him just fine. His hide is a deep russet-y brown with a darker "face" and back with flecks of a chestnut-y colour on his belly and his legs. (In the case that he's a bronze, his hide is an orange-y bronze colour with the same sort of markings. See reference for a good idea of the colour, providing they're acceptable).
Personality: Shyoreth's strength is his focus, which despite his usual poor memory, gives him the ability to successfully block out any distraction and keep going until any task is finished. He is a calm, quiet dragon, who is moderately tolerant of other dragons in his space. For the most part he simply likes to be left to his own devices. Humans interest him; however he has no desire to converse with any besides his rider. Instead, he tends to watch them while he suns, observing their strange habits and informing his rider about the daily excitements. During his reports he can show a little of his witty side, often quite droll with his straight-forward observations. He has a good memory for the rules, however, and acts as a constant reminder to his rider as well as a booster to his pride, being the prideful sort of dragon himself. Like his rider, first impressions are important to him, and he likes looking his best in the hopes of catching the wandering eye of a female dragon.
Other: Colour reference
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:33 pm
RIDER INFORMATIONName: S'qua ( Pronouced See-cua) ( Formerly Sequina, See-cua-ni-ah ) Age: 29 Sex: Female Orientation: Bisexual Rank: Wingrider Physical Description: Standing at a mere 5'5, S'qua's a tad shorter than most riders not that that difference in height has ever bothered her. Slender but not overly so, S'qua has a fair amount of muscle mass hiding beneath that pale ivory skin even if it doesn't look like it most of the time. S'qua's eyes are a vibrant shade of green and her hair is a silken mass of dark walnut brown with the curling back end of it held with a ribbon while the rest frames her face. Personality: A quiet contemplative girl at first glance, S'qua's likely to be the eerily silent one sitting in a corner at a Gather with a glass...of something just watching everyone and everything but don't be fooled by this facade! S'qua's smiles, and soft words often lead people to believe that this girl couldn't or wouldn't hurt a lamb, that in itself is far from the truth. Give her a reason to and she'd give you a new face, really piss her off and be prepared to run and run far because even if this girl doesn't get you the first time, she's a vengeful one and will exact 'her' brand of punishment as soon as she gets her hands on the offending party. History: A weyrborn child Sequina was most noted for her lack of vocalization and socialization. While most children shrieked through the halls getting into all sorts of mischief, Sequina was almost always underfoot trying her best to learn a craft and become more than just a simple burden to her parents. Of course with her near unblinking emerald gaze and eerie silence, it was clear to see just why no one wanted her around. A universal sigh of relief seemed to past from one person to another when Sequina was Searched. The quiet girl with the scary eyes was going away. Away for good, much to the disdain of her parents and the joy of everyone around them. Of course as with everything, Sequina was more or less indifferent to what was happening and as such simply went through the motions of her new life. The girl would have continued like that if at her first try at Impressing she failed. From that moment onward the girl began to regard the world with more care and tossed herself whole heartedly into everything she did, even if such enthusiasm never made its way onto her face. Her second try at Impressing saw success and from that day on the creepy silent girl Sequina became known as S'qua, the bluerider with an angel's smile and a viper's kiss. Pets: None Other/Talents: S'qua has been known to 'twirl' the ends of her hair when she's nervous or upset, even though she swears that she does no such thing. Picture: [x] | Bottom right is her exact hair colorDRAGON INFORMATIONName: Zenith Color: Blue Physical Description: An average sized blue, Zenith's rich blue hide is dappled with lighter spots of sapphire along his wings and back, while his underside is a fairly pale shade of blue. Along his wings run 'veins' of bright blue streaks that resemble lightning and along his legs in the same bright blue are tiger-like stripes. Personality: Lazy and just liking to be a general pain in S'qua's rear, Zenith will go from sleeping, to 'tormenting' S'qua by way of argument both verbal and non, right back to sleeping leaving his poor rider to stew over words. Despite his obvious love for mischief, Zenith is loyal to S'qua and is often left to stop her from carrying through with her sometimes murderous intentions toward a former love interest or just someone who managed to rub her the wrong way. Other: Zenith doesn't exactly have the best memory in the world but he tries his best not forget about anyone who's done him or S'qua a kindness.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:57 pm
RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Kenne
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Orientation: Self-proclaimed “opportunist”
Rank: Searchrider
Physical Description: Kenne would never, under even the best circumstances, be called beautiful. Her features are too sharp for that. She has a strong, almost masculine face, with heavy dark brows and an aquiline nose that tends to be the first thing people see of her and the only thing people remember about her. Her eyes are dark brown and strangely piercing, and she has on more than one occasion frightened off a potential Candidate with her appraising stare. Kenne’s hair is black; she wears it short and messy, with a short, braided rattail. Her imposing look tends to throw people off on her height; she tends to manage to loom despite being somewhat short, a scant few inches above five feet. Slightly skinny and not particularly curvy, she nonetheless carries herself with an air of great confidence.
Personality: Kenne is, despite her imposing exterior, an extremely likable woman. She thrives in noisy, crowded situations, and feels incomplete when she’s not in company. She prefers spending time with other Riders, but she’ll start up a conversation with anyone if she’s near them for more than a few minutes. While she is forbidding until she opens her mouth, as soon as she’s allowed to speak, she’s a complete charmer. She tends to know the right words to calm any situation, and she can convince most people to do just about anything, if given enough time alone with them. Her charm was what led her into the position of Searchrider, and though she’ll do anything asked of her and Reyenth, it is in that field that she most excels.
Above all, Kenne is a pleasure-seeker. If it feels nice or makes her happy, she’ll do it. Wherever there is good food, good drink, and good company, Kenne will no doubt be in the midst of it. A horrible gambler, she enjoys any and all card games nonetheless and has more than once lost flit eggs to Riders (and sometimes even Holders) with better poker faces. A drinker but never a drunk, she can drink most women and some men under the table and has a reputation for showing up wherever wine is being poured. She takes her epicurean philosophy to heart in every part of her life, particularly when it comes to lovers.
History: Kenne was born in the Weyr. Her mother, a rather untalented weaver of the Lower Caverns, never bothered disclosing the name of her father. When pestered shortly before Kenne left for her training as a Candidate, she informed her that her father had been a Brownrider, and that perhaps she’d meet him someday, but that was the only information she ever got. Raised by her mother but overly energetic and distractible, she was quickly sent off to do work wherever an overly-energetic child was needed. Kenne tended to be shunted back and forth, learning a bit here, a bit there, though she mostly did fetching and carrying for people who had bigger and better things to do. When she was twelve, she was allowed to become a Candidate.
When she was thirteen, she Stood for her first Hatching. Among the other candidates, looking at a clutch of barely ten eggs, she couldn’t help but feel completely terrified. People died during Hatchings, and Kenne, who had occasionally been snapped up by the Healers when something went terribly wrong to a Candidate, was wholly convinced she would be one of those unlucky few. Even as the eggs began to split and dragonets found their bondhearts, she couldn’t stop thinking that she would be killed. Indeed, when she spied something barreling toward her, she closed her eyes rather than witness what she knew would be her own death.
It knocked her over, winded her, and then rested on her stomach. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking up the muzzle of a small, sleek Blue, who tilted his head at her before saying simply, Hmph. You’ll do.
And just like that, she and the pale, bitter dragonet became lifemates. Kenne had an endless supply of patience for Reyenth’s aggravated harping, and Reyenth supplied the girl with the spark and bite she needed to keep up in a world of larger, quicker, stronger dragons. As they grew stronger together, it soon became apparent that Reyenth was ill-suited to any maneuvers but those for greens. He most certainly didn’t have the stamina to last anywhere near a full Threadfall, and as that became more and more important to the training, the pair cast about for somewhere else they could be useful, Reyenth to save his pride, Kenne out of a desire to do everything she could.
As the clutches grew larger and the Red Star nearer, more and more Searches were needed to bring sufficient Candidates to stand for Hatchings. It wasn’t long until Kenne’s silver tongue and easygoing manner, and her dragon’s flashy colouration, brought them to the forefront as a new pair of Searchriders. Kenne was wholly willing, and Reyenth, who swallowed his distaste of humans when children and Candidates were involved, readily agreed to go out and bring back younglings so, hopefully, none of his kind died on the Sands.
This was ten years ago, and the pair continue their chosen task diligently, working quickly and effectively to convince as many future Dragonriders as they could to return to the Weyr and study, so perhaps they can someday be like them.
Pets: Blue Whistle and green Flicker. Whistle’s noisy as all get-out, named for his preferred, unusually high, piercing call. Flicker’s a rather distractible little thing and can’t seem to sit still or keep quiet. Kenne puts up with her because she thinks she’s sweet. Flicker was given to her by her first partner on Searches, as an additional prop in her work of convincing Holder Candidates. Whistle was a lucky win, obtained in a game of cards.
Other/Talents: Can do a few silly card tricks and is a dab hand at knots.
Picture: None right now.
DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Reyenth
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Kenne’s personality is not the only thing that helps her win over possible Candidates; her dragon helps immensely. Reyenth is a truly pretty blue: lithe, on the small side and incredibly delicate in stature, and striking in colour. He is an extremely pale, almost white, blue with a faint striping of a slightly darker, icy blue from his neck to his tail, on his wings, and on his forelegs. He is “pointed” with the same blue, and the webbing of his wings is also of that shade. He is an agile flyer, quick and almost as nimble as a large green in some situations, but is also quicker to tire than most of his colour. It is highly unlikely he would last an entire Threadfall.
Personality: Reyenth is not a friendly dragon. Sharp and acerbic, he is quick to anger and rather snappish in general. His rudeness and temper are fairly well-known, and he tends to make enemies rather than friends. This doesn’t seem to bother Reyenth: he’s quite sure that if a dragon or its rider dislikes him, they weren’t worth befriending to begin with. He is proud, haughty, and extremely vain about his appearance and agility, and is quick to take offense whether or not any was actually offered. He is extremely sarcastic, but he generally manages to mask his flaws when he’s out on a Search. He tolerates children and Candidates fairly well, all other humans badly, and is slavishly devoted to Kenne.
Other: Reference. His colouring can be changed if it’s inappropriate/too close to “white.” Also, Reyenth doesn’t actively mean any harm, he’s just a “grumpy old coot,” as Kenne tends to call him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:33 am
RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Ilia
Age: Nineteen
Sex: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider (Sweeprider)
Physical Description: Ilia's a fairly plain-looking girl to most, and it would be fair to say she was a little 'rough around the edges'. Somewhat small for her age, standing at a mere 5'2", Ilia's sweet face is usually hidden behind her thick, glossy reddish-brown hair. 'Mahogany' is what she refers to it as, her hair reaching down just past her shoulders, though it is usually held back by a tie of some sort, into a high ponytail or two low bunchies. However, several strands are too short for this, instead framing her face. Crystal blue eyes stare out from her face, but that's just about where her prettier features stop. Gangly, awkward limbs come from her small body, her bust practically non-existent. Her skin is rather pale, making her hair stand out all that much more, and leading her on to wear paler clothing so she can fade into the background more easily.
Personality: Ilia is a rather shy, impressionable girl who hides away from the spotlight, much preferring to stand in the background than be the centre of attention. Timid and somewhat of a wallflower, Ilia's a naturally quiet girl who generally doesn't speak unless spoken to, and keeps her opinions to herself for fear of offending something. She's a very thoughtful girl, always putting others before herself, though this can be easily exploited by those that know how. Ilia's a rather reserved girl, much preferring to spend time with herself or with Zorith than immerse herself in a crowd. Ilia's somewhat intelligent, but this usually isn't realized due to her reluctance to speak to strangers, or even look at them - she'll often avert her gaze and quickly depart the room. Many have found her to be a bit of a pushover - Ilia's always eager to please, and as such will nearly always do what you ask without hesitation. After all, the easiest way to please people is to do what they ask, right?
Ilia lacks self-esteem and confidence, often not believing in herself fully. She's an easily alarmed individual, always on edge and conscious of what's going on around her - although as Zorith's mentioned on several occasions, that's no bad thing. She's certainly not a risk-taker, preferring to be able to predict the consequences of her actions and carry them through from there. She'll never do anything major without thinking it through first. Naivety is another of Ilia's faults - despite being an observant, intelligent girl, Ilia has the strange ability to not notice if someone is mocking her, or if they've changed their tone of voice. Overall, however, Ilia's a genuinely sweet, caring girl who'll always do her best - but she'll never believe that it's good enough.
History: Ilia wasn't born at Ista Weyr, nor in any of the Holds surrounding it. Ilia's father was a traveller, travelling from Hold to Hold to sell his goods in exchange for food and shelter. Her mother was a Harper, often underestimated but with the sweetest of voices at Cove Hold, to the southeast of where Ista Hold is located. It was a mistake one night that lead to Ilia's conception, and her father was gone before her mother even knew what had happened. Nine months later, Ilia was born. Her mother found life difficult - raising a child on your own is no easy feat. However, the Harpers at Cove Weyr had formed a certain 'bond' over the years they'd spent together, growing together almost like a family would. And as such, Ilia and her mother were never alone. Ilia grew up with a total of three mothers and five fathers, and loved every one of them dearly. To a five year old, after all, it seemed like all people ever wanted to do was dote on you - and there was nothing wrong with that, now was there?
Ilia grew up strong and healthy into a fun-loving, somewhat rambunctious child. People would laugh as she went flying through the Weyr, crashing into an unsuspecting merchant and sending their goods flying. However, even as a child Ilia had a sense of responsibility - she'd always help the merchant fetch his/her things again, and apologise profusely. It was when she was turning nine, however, that her personality had the most drastic change. It wasn't much of an event - she simply crawled into a cupboard after a stray orange and got locked inside. She was stuck for almost a day before anyone found her, sobbing. She was fine, physically, but from that day on she wasn't quite the same child - a lot more wary, cautious and timid. Thoughtful.
Her teen years came, and Ilia grew fast. ...As a person, more than physically, however, as Ilia never got any taller. She became an apprentice Harper to follow in her mother's footsteps - it was clear she wasn't the most musical person on the planet, but she enjoyed it, and that was what mattered. She learnt several musical instruments, her memory permitted a total of four before it refused to learn anymore. Singing wasn't her strong point, and as such Ilia took a more instrumental part in the performances, her small body making her an able dancer.
The visit from the Searchriders took the Hold by surprise, most mothers pushing their eldest child forward. Ilia held back, not particularly wanting to leave - she enjoyed her home, and the life she had here. She wasn't spotted, the riders selecting those they thought capable from a group she wasn't part of. A feast was held before they left, and it was then Ilia was noticed - during the performance the Harpers gave. One of the younger Brown riders spotted her in the background, and seemed to see something in her - something most of the others couldn't. He was given the benefit of the doubt, however, and Ilia soon found herself on her way to Ista Weyr - feeling somewhat as if she was being taken there against her will. The Hatching happened quickly, Ilia finding herself on the sands only a few hours after she'd arrived, faced with numerous eggs in a rainbow of colours. Words of luck were whispered in her air before she was thrust forwards, stumbling onto a surprisingly large egg. And then it was over quickly - Ilia only had to glance into Zorith's deep, chestnut eyes to know that this was the best decision she'd ever made.
They were an unlikely pair - the timid, thoughtful girl with the rebellious, arrogant Dragon. People had been betting on Zorith's egg being a bronze, it had been so large, and this was pretty justified as Zorith quickly grew bigger. She was larger than the other dragons, but this levelled out, since she stopped growing much earlier than the other dragons - this meant that overall, she's pretty much the same size as other greens. Classes began, and it became clear early on that Ilia and Zorith were not exactly the best team for fighting Thread. Ilia was far too peaceful and shy, whereas Zorith was the opposite, being far too stubborn and big-headed. As such, the Weyrlingmaster decided to give them a more specialized rank, suited to Zorith's speed and Ilia's observant nature. Sweepriders were still required to fight thread, as Ilia and Zorith do, yet their primary role was to scout out nearby Weyrs, and search for anything out of the ordinary. Ilia enjoys these flights - it gives her and Zorith time to themselves, to reflect on things troubling her. Ilia's intelligence meant that this new rank was quickly bestowed on the pair, and as such they're now fully functioning riders in the Weyr, having been now for just under a year.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: If you ask Ilia, she'll say she has no talents - but that's not true. She's not the strongest girl, but she's quick and agile, able to fit into fairly small spaces and run faster than you'd expect (although not quite as fast as the runners in the Weyr). Other than that, however, she has no talents that make her particularly stand out from the crowd, other than being oddly observant of anything out of place.
Picture: N/A
DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Zorith
Color: Green
Physical Description: Zorith is a minty-green in colour (something close to #9de87b), making her stand out a little in a crowd. However, she's still clearly green, as emphasized by the more emerald-green speckles on each of her feet. Down her back she has a dorsal stripe in the same emerald green, the stripe disintergrating into speckles either side and travelling from the top of her nose all the way to the tip of her tail. Zorith's a little on the large side, reaching about thirty feet, but despite this is still extremely agile and speedy, hence hers and Ilia's position as a Sweeprider. Zorith's eyes are a deep, chestnut brown.
Personality: They say opposites attract - and that must've been the case with Ilia and Zorith. Whereas Ilia is a meek, timid girl, Zorith's loud and rebellious, always letting her opinions known. Her arrogance practically leaks out of her scales, Zorith believing - no, knowing - that she's the best at everything, and that she could get any male she wants. Despite this, however, she cares deeply for Ilia, often scaring away strangers who approach or frighten the girl. The green is known for making rash decisions and teasing those in higher positions than her, but she'd never dare go against a direct order from a Bronze or Gold dragon.
Other: Zorith has a thin scar across her right shoulder from a minor accident as a weyrling. The scar doesn't hinder her in anyway, although she often makes out that the accident was worse than it actually was - nothing more than a stray piece of glass.
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