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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:14 am
Name: J'ric (formerly Jaric) Age: 12 Turns Gender: male Sexual Orientation: heterosexual Craft/Rank: Candidate History: Jaric is the son of greenrider J'ri and a man named Gerric who became a wherhandler. He and his older brother, named Jakkin, where often left with the crèche because his parents were working hard, but they came to visit him so often that it never seemed that were far away. He enjoyed an uneventful life in the crèche. He made friends his age, got to know the crèche caretakers enough that he was considered merely shy, not withdrawn and unresponsive, and occasionally wandered off, with or without friends, to poke around the weyr and maybe get in a little trouble for being where he shouldn't be. He got to visit his mom's dragon often, and other dragons sometimes. He didn't feel nearly as shy with them and would grow familiar with them quickly, soon chatting with them as easily as his mom or dad. He had much less to do with whers. In fact, the only one he was formally introduced to was one his dad bonded, a blue. Even then he only met it briefly, but he was surprised when the blue couldn't talk like a dragon. Gerric assured Jaric that the blue understood him and could communicate, just not in the same was as people or dragons. Soon after, when he was 10, the Revolution took place. Just before the Revolution, J'ri had gathered her sons and other children into a small side room and kept them protected and entertained, so he knew little about what was happening at the time. Only that once he was let out, suddenly a bunch of people and dragons he knew were gone, and so many new people and whers where there instead. His mother tried to soften the truth of what had happened, but he was old enough to figure it out. Not to mention that plenty of other people in the newly dubbed wherhold had no qualms about chatting, or even boasting, about what had happened to all the weyrfolk. He doesn't like that so many people had to be hurt, but he was always a quiet boy and decided to keep his thoughts to himself. It seemed safer, and he had trouble putting his thoughts into word anyway, even for his mom. When a gold joined the Revolutionists and kids were asked if they'd like Candidate training, Jaric asked to join. He was almost Candidate age by then, and dragons always made him feel safe. Description: Jaric is an average height and build for his age. He has his father's dark brown hair, though it tends to lighten in streaks when he spends long in the sun. His skin is fair like his mother's, but it tans some instead of burning straightaway. He still ought to take care when spending long in the sun, not that he ever does. He has a somewhat oval face, a little rounded at the cheeks as if with baby fat, in which are set wide, hazel eyes and a pink button of a nose. Personality: Jaric is shy with people he doesn't know, and tends to stay quiet and out of the way when any are around. He doesn't want to meet strangers at all unless someone he knows makes him, but he warms up to people after a time if made to interact with them. However, he's very affectionate with people he knows very well, and often will come up to them for hugs and requests to play. He's mainly this affectionate with his parents and a couple caregivers from the creche, and likes his mom more than anyone, though liked dad a lot, too. When he was younger he would happily cuddle in mommy's lap or curl up next to her when she told him a story, but he's gotten too big for that now. His dislike of new people makes social situations hard on him. Especially after the Revolution, when many people he knew left and many people he didn't know arrived. With many of his friends, caregivers, and even his father gone, he grew very withdrawn for a while and only really opened up to his mom. In the years since the Revolution he grew to know the people in the creche better, but now that he's joined Candidate lessons he's gotten quieter again. That's not as bad though, since a some of the Candidates were friends of his in the creche. He doesn't get to see his mom as often now that he's a Candidate though, and he often misses her. He will do most anything his mom tells him to, though the more fun he thinks it is, the more eagerly he'll do it. He is also relatively obedient to other people he likes. However, he's reluctant to listen to people he doesn't know or like, much less do what they say to. Mom had told him to mind the people in charge of him, and he doesn't want to get in trouble, so he tries. But if people he doesn't know confront him about things like whether he's doing his work right, he's often unable to answer them. That can lead to them thinking he's disobedient, stubborn, or otherwise intentionally being difficult. He doesn't want to be thought of as being bad, but he can't help it. He has a bad sense of time, and as a result is often late for things, or takes too long to complete tasks because he's not sure how long he's been working on it. Or he may worry he's taking too long and rush the job, which often results in poor results. Then when confronted about that, he again has trouble explaining himself. He gets frustrated with himself for being unable to talk well, which he sometimes expresses with loud outbursts as he tries to get across what he wants to say, and sometimes with grimaces and pouts as he retreats to try and get away from whoever wants to talk to him. Dragons make him feel safe. His mother told him since he was an infant that dragons would never hurt him, and her dragon Corbeth was one of the first people he got to know. (And he does think of dragons as people. They can think and talk and remember and have feelings, so why aren't they people?) Given the chance he'll always take chores involving being near them, like helping to wash them. That's why he chose to be a Candidate when he grew old enough to chose a craft, despite dragons being looked down on in the Wherholds. Joining any craft would mean having to work with people he doesn't know, but being near dragons made it bearable. Jaric likes trying new things as long as it doesn't involve interacting with new people. He will always try new foods, or new games, or go new places, though since he's never gone far from the weyr, the number of new places available to him are few. He'll even try new chores at least once, especially if they're presented in a way that seems fun. Sometimes when he has free time he'll wander off to explore forgotten tunnels or other unfamiliar parts of the Weyr. He loves meat and fish, and would happily be a carnivore. Dairy products and baked goods are pretty good, but he only picks at vegetables if he can get away with it. He's not sure how he feels about whers. His dad had one for a little bit, but he didn't get a chance to know it before the Revolution, and then dad and his wher were gone. He feels vaguely uncomfortable about whers because of that. He couldn't put it into words, but since the wher showed up shortly before his dad disappeared and all these changes happened to Benden, he unconsciously associates them with things he doesn't like. As a result, he would never want to be a wherhandler unless something happened to change his view of them. Pros: willing to try new things, adventurous, obedient to people he knows Cons: shy, has trouble following direction of people he doesn't know, not good at handling confrontation, bad sense of time Other:
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:18 am
 starving!> Imbeleth Size: Above average Build: Below average Threadfall stats: HP: 58 Agility: -3 Personality: If there is one thing Imbeleth is never short of it is energy, energy and mischief... mischief and energy. Two things he is never short of are energy and mischief... and curiosity. Three things he is never short of are energy, mischief, and curiosity... and an almost fanatical devotion to performing and improving feats of acrobatics. Okay, four things- Anyway. He's not one of those bronzes from a Harper tale who sits tall and proud on the watch heights surveying his domain, Imbeleth would much rather lurk just below the ledge for hours until the opportune moment to pop up at and seriously startle such a serious character arrives. Remorse isn't something he's all that good at and he will tend to scoff at people who get angry with him for his pranks, it was just a joke! Shesh! Anyone who spends their time sitting around brooding, or who does nothing but work, needs to seriously lighten up so far as this bronze is concerned; you only live once and you never know which day will be your last so you might as well enjoy yourself and do what you feel like today just in case there isn't a tomorrow. Imbeleth is not the best with authority, he doesn't want to hold high office particularly - it sounds like it would probably be boring - but he doesn't want to just follow blindly either. In general Imbeleth will give his best work to people he likes or people who can appeal to his sense of mischief and desire to seize the day. He also works well as a free agent so long as his task is interesting or provides him with opportunities to indulge himself; long patrols that take advantage of his great stamina for example are a great chance to practice his loop-the-loops or other aerial stunts. While he'll never be agile like a green in the air the sheer effort he puts in to trying to improve himself is impressive, and on the ground he will prove surprisingly acrobatic for a dragon; he will learn to walk around on his hind legs quite competently - quite an intimidating sight given his size - and can make quite astounding leaps from a standing start meaning that he will never be slow to get into the air! Though he can be pretty insensitive and doesn't always care too much if he hurts a sensitive sort's feelings Imbeleth is a generally amiable fellow who likes to be around others, he's pretty lost without an audience in fact! As well as pulling pranks and performing stunts he readily cracks jokes and laughs easily at the jests made by others. While not even his close friends are safe from his practical jokes Imbeleth is generally good to those he likes and always willing to lend them a paw; though he'll drag his feet a little if giving said help is boring he'll still do it. And so on to curiosity. If he's not pulling pranks or cracking jokes with friends Imbeleth loves to do and see new things, and will frequently poke his large thin snout in where it doesn't belong! The fact that this may get it bitten at times does nothing to deter him - there's his desire to live for the day again, to not worry too much about the future. In the end so long as he finds out something interesting or at least has a hilarious story to tell about how he acquired that massive bruise he is satisfied. Why me? C'mon, a guy's got to have fun right or what's the point in life? These curious lads both like to try new things and work best for people they know but Imbeleth's unbridled self confidence and love of people could help Jaric come out of his shell a bit with new people. In return, well just maybe Jaric can encourage Imbeleth to be a little less insensitive. Either way though these two are going to have a blast together, seeking out fun in the most mundane of situation and generally making the most of life. Whatever else they're going to be in the future Imbeleth fully intends to - above all else - make them both happy.  Inspired by Spring-heeled Jack is an entity in English folklore of the Victorian era. The first claimed sighting of Spring-heeled Jack was in 1837. Later sightings were reported all over Great Britain and were especially prevalent in suburban London, the Midlands and Scotland. There are many theories about the nature and identity of Spring-heeled Jack. This urban legend was very popular in its time, due to the tales of his bizarre appearance and ability to make extraordinary leaps, to the point that he became the topic of several works of fiction. Spring-heeled Jack was described by people who claimed to have seen him as having a terrifying and frightful appearance, with diabolical physiognomy, clawed hands, and eyes that "resembled red balls of fire". One report claimed that, beneath a black cloak, he wore a helmet and a tight-fitting white garment like an oilskin. Many stories also mention a "Devil-like" aspect. Others said he was tall and thin, with the appearance of a gentleman. Several reports mention that he could breathe out blue and white flames and that he wore sharp metallic claws at his fingertips. At least two people claimed that he was able to speak comprehensible English. The vast urban legend built around Spring-heeled Jack influenced many aspects of Victorian life, especially in contemporary popular culture. For decades, especially in London, his name was equated with the bogeyman, as a means of scaring children into behaving by telling them that if they were not good, Spring-heeled Jack would leap up and peer in at them through their bedroom windows, by night. However, it was in fictional entertainment where the legend of Spring-heeled Jack exerted the most extensive influence, owing to his allegedly extraordinary nature. Three pamphlet publications, purportedly based on the real events, appeared almost immediately, during January and February, 1838. They were not advertised as fiction, though they likely were at least partly so. The only known copies were reported to have perished when the British Library was hit during the Blitz, but their catalog still lists the first one. The titles were: -- “Authentic particulars of the awful appearance of the London Monster, alias Spring–heeled Jack, together with his extraordinary life, wonderful adventures and secret amours. Also an account of his horrible appearance to Miss N— and his singular letter to the Lord Mayor of London” -- “The surprising exploits of Spring-Heel Jack in the vicinity of London, etc.” -- “The Apprehension and Examination of Spring-Heel'd Jack, who has appeared as a Ghost, Demon, Bear, Baboon, etc.…” Spring Heeled Jack remains in the popular consciousness today, receiving mentions or appearing in a range of books, television series, web comics and even video games. In the video game Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion during the Thieves Guild quest line you are asked to retrieve the boots of a dead thief named Springheel Jak from the family crypt of a man called "Jakben, Earl of Imbel"
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 7:42 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 8:32 am
Impression contemplation
[OOC: Set shortly after the Hatching, when the Candidates were brought to one of the old goldrider weyrs to sleep for the rest of the night.]
Jaric shifted in his bedfurs, unable to sleep yet. He was too excited. It was certainly still late enough for sleep, though, and around the weyr he could hear the steady breathing from all the other weyrlings, human and dragon alike. Most importantly, he could feel one of them sleeping. Jaric rolled over to watch the large hatchling that was curled up beside him, taking deep, regular breaths and twitching from time to time. For the first time since his hatchling, Imbeleth's mind had stopped whirling and had settled into a dreamy contentment. Not that it had been quick to get him to that point, however. The dragonet had wanted to explore the whole weyr once they got there, but Jaric had managed to get his dragon to lie down, and once there he found that between the hatchling and the big meal, he was tired after all.
His dragon. It was almost a surreal thought to Jaric. (Wait, that means he ought to elide his name now, huh? It wasn't required, but it seemed right. His mom was already J'ri, so Jaric guessed that meant he'd be J'ric from how on.) Sure, he'd hoped to Impress one, and even thought that maybe he might have a pretty good chance, seeing as his mother was a rider, but you never knew. But now he had a dragon, and one that was absolutely perfect. And not just any dragon, but a bronze! Sure, Benden was a Wherhold now and color should matter little. But he was still Weyr-born and -raised, and having a bronze felt a bit special.
Not that he would love Imbeleth any less if he were any other color. No other dragon's mind could fit in alongside his so well, like filling in spaces he hadn't known were empty. It was the most comforting thing he'd ever experienced, more than being wrapped in his mother's arms or curled up against her Corbeth. From now on, no matter what, he knew without a doubt that there was a dragon who was there for him, who would do anything to keep him safe. And J’ric had no doubt that he would do the same for Imbeleth. There’d been a little not of worry in him ever since the Revolution, and only now was it easing away.
J’ric had no doubt that being bonded to Imbeleth would regularly take him out of his comfort zone. His active, curious dragon would be sure to lead him all over the place in search of new things, and to get into things he probably shouldn’t, leaving J’ric to pull him out and apologize to whoever was needed. Even if he didn’t, he had a rider’s duties to see to, and he’d have to work with people he didn’t know in order to train and fight Thread. But if he could lean on Imbeleth, mentally if not always physically, J’ric thought he could manage it.
With that happy thought filling his mind, he was finally able to drift off to sleep.
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