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PostPosted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:06 pm


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Name: Mi'ca (Formly Mironca)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Rogue (Former Wingrider)
History: Mica was born into a group of Traders, travelling from Hold to Weyr to Hold. As they traveled the island that Malvren resided on, he was able to grow up around several different people, allowing him to see and take part in different crafts. From Weavercraft to Baking to hunting and Tanning. His parents both were trappers, helping to catch food as well as some rare pets.

While they weren't close to Malvern Weyr all the time, It had been quite a discovery to find a Search Dragon from the Island Weyr claim that he was a candidate. While it was a large shock to his family, him being not only a trader's son but being 18, he was already close to apprenticeship in one craft, trapping, something he had learned to prefer, of course they let him be taken to the Weyr. While he missed the hatching he had been brought for, he was in line for the next one. It had been a tense moment when the eggs were all broken except for a few ones. One turned out to be an empty dud.

The other released a silver and finally the last one was his. When the body of his little black dragon fell out and didn't move, he was crushed thinking they had opened the egg too late. But Turoth rolled onto his small legs and stumbled towards him, calling out immediately to him. Raising his dragon was hard and he received guff for not changing his name, figuring Mica was short enough for his little black to call. He was beautiful to Mica, black and his pattern made him easy to recognize even if there wasn't many other blacks. It was a tough road to get through to adulthood and he had celebrated with the others when he knew that Turoth would be part of a wing like others of his clutch.

He served for 3 years when the trouble all started. [Metaplot] He stayed out of it all. Defending himself when asked, especially when it was revealed a black dragon had been the assassin as if all of his dragon's color were evil. He listened to the rumors and the accusations and such. He had been with some of the others when the Cries had gone up that Benden had fallen and the war with Malvren had come. He had fought for only a small while before escaping. He wanted to take refuge in Trine, but he knew that the battles would start there again and he wanted to get away from the fighting. It was hours of jumping between before they found a place, it was by a lake which Turoth had desperately needed as they were both thirsty. He needed to lay low for a while, maybe when it died down, he would search out news.

He just didn't want to deal with it all, he had seen his home for the last 8 years be destroyed by those he had trusted, even a few he had called friends. And he was sure that Benden was taken over and that Trine might have succumbed as well. With only his dragon to comfort him, he stayed in the woods, moving around until he found himself a suitable place to live. He had used his skills from growing up and began making himself a home.

Moving from place to place when they have to, keeping themselves safe and under the radar for whoever might be looking to hurt them.

Description: Deep dark brown hair with lighter natural highlights. He has tan skin from living in the hot sun of Southern with little to no protection from the sun. The only part of his body not tan is his scars. He has several of them, a few criss-crossing each other. Marks on his thigh and upper shoulder from escaping a feline. two long scars on his face, one on his chin from a knife fight and another through his eyebrow from a fight. Other scars are from nicks and falls while living in the jungles of Southern. On his face, he has a black goatee that he keeps cut with his dagger to keep from being long. He stands at an average height of 5'10 and has a built upper body, nothing too bulky, but enough to be able to stay fit and you have to be fit to be able to run or fight.

Personality: Mica was raised to be polite and he is. Respecting those who may be his customers in whatever field he chooses. As he lived with a trader caravan, it allowed him to gain experience, not only from his parents but by many adults. Each with their own trade or craft. And he was always running around when the caravans stopped, letting him see more of the world. He learned early on how to haggle with others, even if he wasn't always so good at it. He has learned to be charismatic when selling whatever wares or ideas that he has, this attitude, he has learned to turn off when he needs to as he doesn't want to sound like he's selling something all the time.

He is a social person, but not a big talker, preferring to be around the others and listening to their conversations rather than participating. He can appear standoffish and he has a tough attitude when it comes to things like common sense. Really if more people had common sense then the world would be a much smarter place. He deals with incompetence very severely, especially when it comes to dragons or fighting thread. If you're going to screw around and get your dragon hurt needlessly, then you don't deserve to have one in the first place.

Being that he has an air of being disinterested and such, he does feel bad when he ends up driving people away from him. He would rather have friends around him that know even though it appears that he's not really listening, he is and they will appreciate the quiet ear.

He has been known to lose his temper and get into shouting match, which might be the most anyone sees him talk...ever. He isn't one for violence however, unless absolutely necessary and really that's only when he deems necessary. He would rather walk away than go through a fight. Despite the scars he bears from them. Though he is quiet, he is useful and works his a** off. As he became a dragon rider at a younger age and has dealt with thread, he has become a little more softer, especially to those like him and Turoth, the underdogs. His little black almost didn't survive and so Mica has become more sympathetic to some plights of others. He is known to be a little more lenient on atypical riders if he encounters them doing something stupid. But only because he was that young once. He truly hates mischief and idiot people. There is no room in the world for people like that.

Despite how he feels about screwing around and being a nuisance, he has been known to play some harmful tricks of his own. While he is social, he can also be a little more playful than he first appears. Maybe starting a game if he's in a group of people or getting them to start to have fun. He's not as serious as he appears ALL the time, and he does enjoy just relaxing every now and then. Despite where he lives now.

Above all things, what he holds most dear is his dragon. He has had many pets throughout his life, living in a caravan, he was able to see firelizards, canines, and has even met a dolphineer once. So he knows somewhat how to handle certain animals and their movements. But out of all of them, Turoth is the one he keeps closest. Despite his dragon's reluctance to be close to anyone. What he most fears now is that someone from Malvren or Trine will find him and Turoth and take them for traitors. If he's seperated from Turoth, he'll fight tooth and nail, to get back to his dragon. He'd rather be in the wilderness with his black than in a Weyr jail without him.

Before all of this happened, Mica had aspired to someday either be a Search dragon or be a Weyrling or Candidate Master. He had always liked the younger generation, but with his current situation, it may never come true.

Other: Rogue - Fled to the Jungles of Southern when Malvren Fell.



Dragon
Name: Turoth
Age: 6 Turns
Colour: Black
Description: User Image
Size: Average
Build: Below Average
Personality: Turoth is difficult. He is only as social as Mica will force him to be. He isn't much for social interactions and he much prefers to work on a team by himself. His attitude for the other dragons isn't much different than his attitude for the average human. He'll tolerate them, but he won't be overly friendly unless asked by his rider.

While he isn't very social, he does possess the curiousity that is known for his color, he likes to get into everything and while he doesn't like to be around everyone, he does like to know ABOUT everyone. Even dragons need gossip right? If he wasn't so big, his nose would be in every little nook and cranny and he is great at keeping secrets. Mostly because after a few weeks, he'll forget about them.

Like his rider, he doesn't approve of violence, not really finding any fun or exciting reason for there to be any, but like the rattlesnake that his pattern comes from, he will only strike when he is cornered and fiercely, often, he'll go all out to protect himself, his rider or something he wanted to keep safe. While he can't harm humans, he'll throw up threat displays to push or get them away.
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 4:04 pm


Entry 1: The first week after the revolution.

They had landed in the darkness of the Southern Continent's jungle. Turoth fell through the trees, receiving scratches to his scales and let out long mournful sounds as he felt the pain of his body and of his home being lost. Mica was lucky not to be thrown too far from the saddle and landing near his dragon. He had scratches to his own body from the trees and fighting for Malvren.

Slowly he had crawled back to Turoth and wrapped his arms around his dragon's neck and let out his own tears. Who knew how this would end. Malvren was lost, Trine too probably and with the two weyr's who supported Atypical's like Turoth gone, where could they go?

(*)

It had been a week since that night and Mica had started to emotionally recover. Already Turoth was starting to forget little details but Mica remembered...

He constructed a very small shelter for them at first. Taking the trees that his dragon had downed and making a shelter to keep them safe from the rain. Thread was a constant worry and without the dragon stones to keep watch for it, Mica had been forced to rely on his own sight and the ability of his dragon to go between to a hopefully safer place.

It was then he started to keep track of the days. Who knew when they could rejoin the world. They were Holdless, A rogue dragonrider without a Weyr, and a black rider at that. With Trine and Malvren gone, who knew where they could go. They knew about Benden was gone as well. What about Fort? Or High Reaches? Were they still intact? Or the other Weyrs? Though Mica had very rarely left Malvren for the North continent, would they accept him because he was without a home?

'What are you doing?'
Turoth had asked as Mica took a piece of branch that he had snapped off. It was small enough to carry but not large enough to be a burden. He took his knife and sliced a notch for the 7 days they had been there. 'I'm keeping track of the days. I want to remember how long we've been here.' He replied as he set the branch down.

The dragon looked at the branch over Mica's shoulder. 'How long do you think we'll be out here?' he asked as he gently nudged Mica's shoulder, showing him his support.

'I don't know Turoth...I don't know.' The human replied as he pet his dragon's muzzle.

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PostPosted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 4:43 pm


Entry 2

Mica looked down at their rinky shelter as they rose into the air, it had served it's purpose for a whole month, but they needed to move. They needed to find water and some stone, they needed a shelter that could withstand thread. Or atleast keep it at bay until Turoth could destroy it.

So they were leaving, flying at sunset when they could possibly be hidden because of Turoth's colouring. Sure the slight grey on him might give him away, but only if someone was really looking.

'Water right?' Turoth asked as he looked around at the land he could see from the air.

'Right. A lake or a stream.' He confirmed as he took looked. It was harder to search like this, but who knew if anyone was hunting them and he didn't want to be spotted. He was one small dragon against who knew how many dragons and Whers.

'I'm not small!' Turoth said with a growl and Mica leaned down in the saddle and pressed his face against the warm scales. "I know... I know, I'm just scared.' He said softly. 'Let's find us a new home.'

Turoth snapped between and appeared above a stream that was quite close to the coast. Mica smiled seeing the water. 'Let's hope we can drink it.' He said as they landed in a grassy clearing by the water and he hopped off the saddle, cupping his hands in the stream he took a sip. It was fresh and he let out a sigh. 'Now a home...' This wasn't gonna be so easy...
PostPosted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:38 pm


Entry 3:

6 months...

Mica wished he had more than his dagger as he used it to notch another mark on his time branch. This was a good shelter for now and he had made another branch to keep track. They had been here 6 months. No sign of other dragons except hearing roars every now and then.

He had managed to stay hidden and create a nice shelter out of vines and branches. Enough to keep the rain out though Turoth couldn't really fit under it. So he ended up getting wet which of course he hated.

They had managed to find a stone cove but it was so cramped that Mica deemed only to use it when Thread was falling. Turoth was going to lose his ability to breathe fire soon. He hadn't found any stone to feed his dragon and he didn't want to risk going back to Malvren or Trine to find some.

6 months and Mica was missing talking to humans. He loved Turoth with al his heart but the dragon had already forgotten why they had to stay out here. Only Mica's constant remindings of the war helped.

*snap!*

Mica stood up and pulled out his dagger, gripping the hilt tightly. One of his traps had sprung. He hoped it was a wherry. He didn't need to have captured a very upset feline or a wild wher...

He snuck up to the trap and breathed a sigh of relief it was a wherry, big enough for both of them to have some. Though Mica had been taking the smaller of the rations, he was growing thinner but Turoth needed the strength incase they had to escape.

He snuck up behind the distressed bird and made a quick kill. They would eaqt tonight and he would reset the trap tomorrow.

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PostPosted: Tue May 27, 2014 2:22 pm


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HP: 45 - 2 = 43
Damage: +2
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Agility: +2

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