Name:
G'vin (AKA Govind)
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Wingrider/Searcher
Former Craft:
Servant?
Personality:
Despite his bouncer-like appearance, Govind is probably one of the most modest person someone could ever run into. He doesn't care to be under the spotlight, good or bad; this young servant simply wants to do what he has to do while not making a giant spectacle of it. He tends to shy away at any praise sent at him, trying to re-direct it at something or someone else.
Heck, he even may make some excuse to flee the scene before it gets worse (in his mind).
But don't take this the wrong way, while he doesn't care for a great deal of attention, Govind is a gentle giant. The only time he would really lash out at someone is if one of his friends was being threatened (later on he would go into a giant round of apologies) or if he frightened enough. However, more often then not, fear tends to make him pass out if it gets bad enough along with anything else overwhelming. He does get over it, or tries to push it back until he's out of a danger zone to the best of his abilities.
Yes, he does know what fear is. He lived as a drudge his whole life, right? Bad things can happen and, often, he can accept these with his head held high to keep pushing forward. But that doesn't mean he won't weep about it privately later on? Tears are just for girls? Dream on, Govind is more then capable of shedding tears and he will do it in open company should they be needed. He's not afraid to hide his emotions.
Once you get past his modest nature and really earn the title "friend", you have a friend for life. While not the funniest person, nor a person with a great amount of conversation in him, Govind will try his best with whatever his friends are doing. He might attempt to even take most of his friends' chores to do himself, after all a servant is the bearer of burdens. He's use to working from sun up to sun down, sometimes even all night if need be.
As a rider, he is fiercely loyal towards the Weyr, his wingmates and his Wing Leader. Yet his pacifist nature still holds true unless there is no other option. Thankfully, he doesn't pass out as often as he did when he was a simple Candidate. His dragon is more then capable of forcing him back into reality.
Virtues: Perceptive, friendly, modest, strong, soft-spoken
Flaws: Can be easily scared, passes out easily, too modest at times, pacifist
History:
Born and raised in one of the lesser Holds, it's really the only life he's ever known. Having lost his parents when he was young to a sickness, the young lad was taken in by a friend of his mothers' who happen to be the mistress of a nearby brothel. It was there from age 7 he worked as a servant, carrying deliveries and making meals for the girls and the other drudges who lived there.
While he lived in the walls, he quickly learned to be submissive and to bow his head to those of higher rank; some of the people around the Hold tended to get offended if they saw a mere servant walking around with his head held high. His face, carrying a harsh scar across the bridge of his nose, was a reminder of one such encounter and he isn't quick to repeat that encounter.
But work he did and he worked hard. But never did he dream of living outside of the Hold. Shards, the Weyr was like a distant paradise and..candidacy? Hah! As if the dragons would allow someone like him to stand on the Sands. He wasn't worthy of such a chance...
Or so he thought.
He was Searched while a Rider was gathering some self-supplies in the Hold to take back to the Weyr. Govind had been extremely reluctant, constantly saying someone like him wasn't worthy to stand for a clutch. Eventually, he caved in and started his life as a Candidate back at the Weyr. The hard work was the same but the atmosphere was near different; everyone was equal. This completely mind-boggled the poor lad; he was so use to being at the bottom of the social scale for so long it's a wonder he didn't collapse everytime he made friends with his fellow candidates nor when one of the Riders spoke with him on friendly terms.
Finally that day came when those who were Searched Stood before a hatching clutch. Now, being so unuse to the spotlight, the tall boy tried to shove himself towards the back of the crowd (part of this was out of respect towards his friends so they could see). But, there was to be none of that. It wasn't long before he was forced back into the spotlight as one of the little ones chose him out of the entire crowd.
As a Weyrling, life was not easy but...at the same time, it was much easier then before. Instead of being alone in his thoughts, he now had a second voice intertwined within his own. His acted as the ground he stood on. A support for years to come.
Appearance:
Tall and when I mean tall, I mean tall. Govind easily stands at 6'3" and that's when he's wandering around barefoot; boots easily add a good half inch to his height. He's also quite stocky for someone his age, carrying some muscles that would make the hardest metalworker or miner proud to show off; but despite his big-boneness, this young man is thin. In fact, he's one of the rare few that, no matter what or how much he eats, he never seems to gain any weight.
Complexion is that of someone who doesn't see much sunlight but knows what work is; light skin that seems to burn more then tan is decorated with light scars that range from work accidents to accidental run-ins with people in ally ways he should never had taken a shortcut down.
Despite his intimidating persona, however, one simply has to look up at his face to see the real Govind. A stubborn jaw set on a round face usually carries a five o'clock shadow (being so busy, he normally cant find time to shave when he wakes up). A hawk-like nose sits between dark gray/brown eyes while light eyebrows always seem pushed together in thought. To top it off, Govind has shoulder-length hair; deep, deep black (in certain light, it has blue highlights) and its as straight as a pin. He usually keeps his tied back in some manner. He also has a heavy scar that run across his face from the top of his eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose and touching his cheekbone on the other side; thankfully, he doesn't suffer from loss of vision.
Talents:
G'vin's talents fare more towards landmarks then written maps. He also has excellent memory, bound to bring up something that someone else may have forgotten beforehand.
Notes:
N/A
Dragon:
Name:
Mirith
Age:
9
Color:
Green
Physical Description:
Mirith is a large, muscular green. She's no where near the lithe, delicate shape of her green sisters. She doesn't lack for self confidence however, and this shows in her dedication to her wing. She's a firm middle of the road dragon, possessing both strength and agility. She doesn't always understand complex wing formations, but you can always trust Mirith to catch on fast once she's in the air. She learns through doing, not listening. She's not a dragon that is going to be unpredictable on the field. Mirith is bold and confident, and knows just where to throw her weight around.
Personality:
Lets get down to work! Mirith is a strong willed, big mouthed dragon that loves nothing more than a good laugh in between flight practice. This is a dragon that is often heard long before she's seen, bugling and chattering away about this and that. But don't let her jovial nature fool you- Mirith is no fool. She's driven by work ethic, and can't be found sitting idle anywhere. Something needs to be done? She'll do it. She's a team player and is always on hand to help motivate other dragons. No job is too great or too gritty for this green- she's not the kind of female that spends her days preening. Mirith is at her best when she's covered in dirt and a good coat of sweat, and she wouldn't have it any other way!
At times Mirith might seem a bit rough around the edges. She's not a dragon with a lot of finesse or class to her. If she finds something funny, she'll laugh; whether or not the other dragon realizes she's only teasing. Mirith doesn't have a deceptive bone in her body, and you can always trust this green to be truthful...even if the truth hurts! Don't expect her to sit around and ponder life's great mysteries. She's very down to earth, understanding things that effect her now, not in some sort of hypothetical future. She's not always the most creative dragon... but her common sense is almost unmatched.
When it's time to rise, Mirith becomes louder then usual. She'll flirt with any male that happens to wander into her line of vision. She'll joke and tease, and some of the more delicate males might find her to be a bit too forceful. But while she is welcoming to all sorts of dragons, she is always there to look after her rider's needs as well. If she senses her rider having an affection towards a particular dragon and rider, she will put special effort into encouraging them to join.
She doesn't guarantee a win, however. Mirith enjoys her flights and demands her mates to be just as strong as she is.
G'vin (AKA Govind)
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Wingrider/Searcher
Former Craft:
Servant?
Personality:
Despite his bouncer-like appearance, Govind is probably one of the most modest person someone could ever run into. He doesn't care to be under the spotlight, good or bad; this young servant simply wants to do what he has to do while not making a giant spectacle of it. He tends to shy away at any praise sent at him, trying to re-direct it at something or someone else.
Heck, he even may make some excuse to flee the scene before it gets worse (in his mind).
But don't take this the wrong way, while he doesn't care for a great deal of attention, Govind is a gentle giant. The only time he would really lash out at someone is if one of his friends was being threatened (later on he would go into a giant round of apologies) or if he frightened enough. However, more often then not, fear tends to make him pass out if it gets bad enough along with anything else overwhelming. He does get over it, or tries to push it back until he's out of a danger zone to the best of his abilities.
Yes, he does know what fear is. He lived as a drudge his whole life, right? Bad things can happen and, often, he can accept these with his head held high to keep pushing forward. But that doesn't mean he won't weep about it privately later on? Tears are just for girls? Dream on, Govind is more then capable of shedding tears and he will do it in open company should they be needed. He's not afraid to hide his emotions.
Once you get past his modest nature and really earn the title "friend", you have a friend for life. While not the funniest person, nor a person with a great amount of conversation in him, Govind will try his best with whatever his friends are doing. He might attempt to even take most of his friends' chores to do himself, after all a servant is the bearer of burdens. He's use to working from sun up to sun down, sometimes even all night if need be.
As a rider, he is fiercely loyal towards the Weyr, his wingmates and his Wing Leader. Yet his pacifist nature still holds true unless there is no other option. Thankfully, he doesn't pass out as often as he did when he was a simple Candidate. His dragon is more then capable of forcing him back into reality.
Virtues: Perceptive, friendly, modest, strong, soft-spoken
Flaws: Can be easily scared, passes out easily, too modest at times, pacifist
History:
Born and raised in one of the lesser Holds, it's really the only life he's ever known. Having lost his parents when he was young to a sickness, the young lad was taken in by a friend of his mothers' who happen to be the mistress of a nearby brothel. It was there from age 7 he worked as a servant, carrying deliveries and making meals for the girls and the other drudges who lived there.
While he lived in the walls, he quickly learned to be submissive and to bow his head to those of higher rank; some of the people around the Hold tended to get offended if they saw a mere servant walking around with his head held high. His face, carrying a harsh scar across the bridge of his nose, was a reminder of one such encounter and he isn't quick to repeat that encounter.
But work he did and he worked hard. But never did he dream of living outside of the Hold. Shards, the Weyr was like a distant paradise and..candidacy? Hah! As if the dragons would allow someone like him to stand on the Sands. He wasn't worthy of such a chance...
Or so he thought.
He was Searched while a Rider was gathering some self-supplies in the Hold to take back to the Weyr. Govind had been extremely reluctant, constantly saying someone like him wasn't worthy to stand for a clutch. Eventually, he caved in and started his life as a Candidate back at the Weyr. The hard work was the same but the atmosphere was near different; everyone was equal. This completely mind-boggled the poor lad; he was so use to being at the bottom of the social scale for so long it's a wonder he didn't collapse everytime he made friends with his fellow candidates nor when one of the Riders spoke with him on friendly terms.
Finally that day came when those who were Searched Stood before a hatching clutch. Now, being so unuse to the spotlight, the tall boy tried to shove himself towards the back of the crowd (part of this was out of respect towards his friends so they could see). But, there was to be none of that. It wasn't long before he was forced back into the spotlight as one of the little ones chose him out of the entire crowd.
As a Weyrling, life was not easy but...at the same time, it was much easier then before. Instead of being alone in his thoughts, he now had a second voice intertwined within his own. His acted as the ground he stood on. A support for years to come.
Appearance:
Tall and when I mean tall, I mean tall. Govind easily stands at 6'3" and that's when he's wandering around barefoot; boots easily add a good half inch to his height. He's also quite stocky for someone his age, carrying some muscles that would make the hardest metalworker or miner proud to show off; but despite his big-boneness, this young man is thin. In fact, he's one of the rare few that, no matter what or how much he eats, he never seems to gain any weight.
Complexion is that of someone who doesn't see much sunlight but knows what work is; light skin that seems to burn more then tan is decorated with light scars that range from work accidents to accidental run-ins with people in ally ways he should never had taken a shortcut down.
Despite his intimidating persona, however, one simply has to look up at his face to see the real Govind. A stubborn jaw set on a round face usually carries a five o'clock shadow (being so busy, he normally cant find time to shave when he wakes up). A hawk-like nose sits between dark gray/brown eyes while light eyebrows always seem pushed together in thought. To top it off, Govind has shoulder-length hair; deep, deep black (in certain light, it has blue highlights) and its as straight as a pin. He usually keeps his tied back in some manner. He also has a heavy scar that run across his face from the top of his eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose and touching his cheekbone on the other side; thankfully, he doesn't suffer from loss of vision.
Talents:
G'vin's talents fare more towards landmarks then written maps. He also has excellent memory, bound to bring up something that someone else may have forgotten beforehand.
Notes:
N/A
Dragon:
Name:
Mirith
Age:
9
Color:
Green
Physical Description:
Mirith is a large, muscular green. She's no where near the lithe, delicate shape of her green sisters. She doesn't lack for self confidence however, and this shows in her dedication to her wing. She's a firm middle of the road dragon, possessing both strength and agility. She doesn't always understand complex wing formations, but you can always trust Mirith to catch on fast once she's in the air. She learns through doing, not listening. She's not a dragon that is going to be unpredictable on the field. Mirith is bold and confident, and knows just where to throw her weight around.
Personality:
Lets get down to work! Mirith is a strong willed, big mouthed dragon that loves nothing more than a good laugh in between flight practice. This is a dragon that is often heard long before she's seen, bugling and chattering away about this and that. But don't let her jovial nature fool you- Mirith is no fool. She's driven by work ethic, and can't be found sitting idle anywhere. Something needs to be done? She'll do it. She's a team player and is always on hand to help motivate other dragons. No job is too great or too gritty for this green- she's not the kind of female that spends her days preening. Mirith is at her best when she's covered in dirt and a good coat of sweat, and she wouldn't have it any other way!
At times Mirith might seem a bit rough around the edges. She's not a dragon with a lot of finesse or class to her. If she finds something funny, she'll laugh; whether or not the other dragon realizes she's only teasing. Mirith doesn't have a deceptive bone in her body, and you can always trust this green to be truthful...even if the truth hurts! Don't expect her to sit around and ponder life's great mysteries. She's very down to earth, understanding things that effect her now, not in some sort of hypothetical future. She's not always the most creative dragon... but her common sense is almost unmatched.
When it's time to rise, Mirith becomes louder then usual. She'll flirt with any male that happens to wander into her line of vision. She'll joke and tease, and some of the more delicate males might find her to be a bit too forceful. But while she is welcoming to all sorts of dragons, she is always there to look after her rider's needs as well. If she senses her rider having an affection towards a particular dragon and rider, she will put special effort into encouraging them to join.
She doesn't guarantee a win, however. Mirith enjoys her flights and demands her mates to be just as strong as she is.
