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 Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 8:20 am
As you enter the weyr, a guttural snarl comes from the white who is chained up across the room. Her eyes spin brilliant orange, and she strains at her bonds in an attempt to reach you. Stats
STR: 10
CON: 12
DEX: 23
INT: 2
WIS: 13
CHA: 6
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 8:32 am
The man who must be her rider sits nearby with his heavy boots up on a table, a grin on his face, and a cup in his hands. "You should have seen your face," he chuckles, stilling the furious dragon with a wave of his hand, and presumably a mental command. "She'll behave now," he says with a nod, "so come sit down and have a drink; you could probably use one after that greeting."  Given name: Xaranar
Age: 31
Rank: White Guard
Sexuality: Mostly straight, occasionally experimental
Height: 5'9"
Build: Quite powerful, but not massively so
Hair: Black curls, kept above shoulder-length
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: Lightly tanned, but very slightly sallow
Detailed Appearance: X'nar is a man of average height, and is toughly but not heavily muscled. He has a lovely smile, quite pretty hazel-brown eyes, and a short mop of tight black corkscrew curls, but the slight hints of pretty-boy stop with the rest of his face; he possesses a good square jaw and bushy eyebrows that any fop would have insisted on plucking. While on the whole he gives the impression of a healthy man his skin has a very slightly sallow quality to it, probably thanks to drinking more than he ought. X'nar's most distinguishing features, however, are his scars; deep claw tracks run down both sides of his chest ending just above his hips, and what was clearly a very deep bite from a young dragon adorns his left shoulder. He favours dark coloured clothes, heavy leather boots, and always has a bullwhip at one hip, and a large knife at the other. While he's off duty, he usually also has either a cup or a flask in hand.
History: Xaranar's blood parents were prisoners, but as is the norm on the Nowhere Islands he was taken and raised as a guard. The people he knows as his parents were delighted to have him, as they were unable to have children of their own (mostly due to them both being men), and he had a happy childhood. His fathers were, however, very protective of him and tried to shelter him from the rough nature of life on the Nowhere Islands. While this didn't bother him while he was young, when he entered his teens he began to hate the distance between himself and the other youths; none of them wanted to be friends with him, because he was a pansy daddy's boy. Well, he soon sorted that out; between his thirteenth and fourteenth turns, Xaranar went from a well behaved young man to the roughest, toughest person he could make himself into. He drank, and drank more than the friends he now had, and got into a lot of girl's beds. Anything he could do to make himself look tougher in other people's eyes he did.
He was far for an idiot adolescent (in theory) when the White Guard was formed and special procedures were put in place for those hoping to Impress one, but the public acknowledgement of how mad and dangerous they were only encouraged the oh-so-tough young man to sign himself up. He relished the chance to brag to others about how dangerous it was to try to Impress a white, and what a great service they did to the Islands. He also enjoyed posturing with his peers; hanging out with though people only made him look tougher, so long as he kept up with them rather than just lurking in their shadows like some pansy. In the 36th turn since the foundation of the Nowhere Islands (his 26th turn), Xaranar got the chance he had been waiting for; the chance to Impress a white. Not one, not two, but three furious little dragonets spilled onto the sands and, steeling his nerve, Xaranar advanced on one of them to prove himself the toughest of the tough once and for all.
As sane folk (read non-white candidates) moved away from the snarling animal, Xaranar snarled back at her and and grasped her by the headknobs. For his trouble he got deep lacerations down both sides of his torso, and a nasty bite on his left shoulder. He also got an absolutely livid white dragon, who the Master Whiterider J'aro named Faladeth. It took X'nar, as he became, some sevendays to recover from his injuries, but as soon as he did he was back on form. He couldn't drink or bed hop for the time being of course, but he more than kept his image up with his savage lifemate beside him. As the turns rolled on X'nar became an efficient guard, and remained as fond of drink, ladies, and being seen as tough as ever.
Personality: Don't doubt that X'nar is the most badass guy you ever met; braggart could well be his middle name if he had one. Whatever you did that was cool he did when he was twelve, and did it twice as hard and for twice as long. Totally. While quite a deal of what this man says isn't exactly true in so many words, a fair amount of it actually is true as well; he will takes risks if he thinks it'll make him look good, very large risks in fact, as is illustrated by his Impression to Faladeth. Fear is something he's pretty good at pushing to the back of his mind by now, so whether he's taking a stupid risk to make himself look good, or doing something dangerous for a good reason, X'nar can be counted on to keep cool.
Image and having a large circle of friends is all important to X'nar, and by and large he sees quantity as more important than quality; there are many, many people he can go drinking with, but almost none he could actually confide anything important in, and absolutely none to whom he could admit he isn't quite as badass as he makes out. Quantity comes above quality in X'nar's choice of drinks too; alcohol started as a way to show off to his friends, and now the habit of drinking has firmly stuck. He is what could be classed as a functional alcoholic; his drinking doesn't interfere with his work (he has a strong work ethic and would never get drunk on the clock), but once he's off duty the bottle or the flask comes out, and doesn't get put down again until he tumbles into bed at night, with whomever he's tumbling with that night. Just as he exaggerates his toughness, X'nar also exaggerates his luck with the ladies, but just as with his toughness there is a fair dash of truth in amongst the tall tales; he's not bad to look at after all, and can tell a really hilarious story once he's had a few.
Something else he tends to tell when he's drunk are secrets; he doesn't intend to, they just sort of slip out, as do awkward but often astute observations about the people around him. Yes, while he certainly isn't the most brilliant man ever, X'nar does notice things, mostly people related things; he spots it when a girl is making eyes at a man other than her partner, or when a fellow guard is taking a bit of a long time to check up on that pretty prisoner. He never means to misuse the things he notices, and is secretly ashamed of how his tongue runs away with him once he sobers up, but he'd never admit that of course, apologies don't suit his image.
While he might not feel that he has any real true friends, X'nar does feel extreme loyalty towards the other members of the White Guard. They're the bravest of the brave, the toughest of the tough, the coolest of the cool and he's sharding proud to be one of them. You'd better not say anything against one of his fellows within earshot if you like your nose the shape it is, and if any of them need anything (from back up in a fight to the loan of a mark or two) X'nar will be there for them without question. They're the White Guard, after all, they're not like other people.
Faladeth: Faladeth is not happy. Given she is a white, this is not shocking. The only things that please her are fighting, feeding, flying fast (preferably in pursuit of something), and f... rising. Even these are very vicious pleasures, however, and any male that dares to chase after her had better be prepared for a trip to the dragonhealers afterwards. While she is of course a savage brute she is relatively easy to command, and as she tends to premeditate her violence (as much as a white can premeditate), X'nar has fair warning of when he needs to tighten his control.
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