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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:41 pm
Intro
C'miel and brown Lurenith's Weyr
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:00 pm
Navi
o1. Intro
o2. Navi/Updates
o3. C'miel
o4. Toad
o5. Lurenith
Updates
Apr 30, 2009; Lurenith won from custom into a clutch contest. Here and here. Mar 26, 2009; Toad won from egg design contest here.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:36 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:37 pm
C'miel
Name: C'miel, previously Crimiel.
Age: 20.
Sex: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. C'miel is only attracted to older men, who're able to take charge and give C'miel the time to relax from his straight-laced personality a bit. Otherwise, he's only attracted to those of the opposite sex. (Who needs a clingy, girly boy when you can just get a woman?)
Craft: N/A.
Rank: Weyrbrat.
Physical Description: A bit on the taller side, C'miel has grown into his body well, all ganglyness from his childhood gone. He'd be considered quite handsome if it wasnt for the dour expression always gracing his features. Appearing to always have a constant frown and crease between his eyebrows, it makes it awkward for when he does smile. He carries himself well, and in fact appears to look down on others, and maybe he does just a bit.
He's a tad pale, not having the usual darker tan from outdoor work like most Weyr born, though certainly he doesnt have the farer skin of a Hold born. There's a large scar that runs from his hip to his knee, crossing over to continue down his other leg. A token from one of his first Standings and an over-eager brown attempting to reach it's Rider behind C'miel. Despite being healed, the scar still tingles when it's over exerted and stretched.
His hair is a dark, dust brown. Reaching just below his shoulders and cut halfhazardously to keep from his eyes which, although brown as well, are a richer hazel color.
Personality: C'miel comes off as a bit arrogant and straight-laced to other occupants of the Weyr. His sarcastic speech more from habit, though, than any true antagonistic feelings to those he converses with. Because of this C'miel has very few friends, and certainly none that are close to his heart. This takes quite the toll on him, though you wouldnt know from his sheer stubborn pride.
It often causes suprise from those who know, or have at least heard of, C'miel to find he works well with others. Those requiring him for one thing or another expecting him to be controlling and insufferably self-important. But then, he is Weyr born, and quite used to the work-together atmosphere of it.
History: (needs to be rewritten to include Toad and Lurenith)
Son of a well respected bronze rider and raised in a communal atmosphere, he had very little interaction with his parents, especially his mother. Despite this he still looks up to his father and closely watches the dragon riders acheivements.
He entered his first hatching at age 15, going in with high expectations by not only himself but others to impress. Confident he'd impress a bronze or a respectful brown.
His confidence recieved a hard blow as he failed to impress, humbling him slightly. Rather than dwell on the failed impressing he pulled himself from the post-failed impression depression, telling himself and other werybrats his dragon had simply not been within that specific clutch.
Since, he has been in multiple hutchings, each time rejected by the young clutchlings and not every time comming off the sands unharmed - a scar now running down his right leg from an over-eager brown attempting to reach his rider.
Because of his failed impression attempts he's often whispered about amoung the other weyr brats, many bordering on cruel in their comments, and subjected to pitying looks from Riders that he previously grew up with. In which he retaliated with a cold front, acting the arrogant weyrbrat, ssucceding in only furthering the dislike of others towards him.
Still he continues to enter hatchings, a small part of him hopeful to find the other half of his soul. Though it's seen more as an inability to move on by others.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:04 pm
Toad
Name: Toad.
Age: 2 turns.
Looks to: C'miel.
Rank: Brown flit.
OOCly Obtained: Create a tropical fish themed egg contest.
Personality: Toad is an extreamly vocal flit, always cooing and trilling softly. So much so, that C'miel barely notices anymore, and in fact instead takes note of when the brown isnt vocalising something or another. He's never far from C'miels side, usually perched on his shoulder, tangled in his hair, and speckled tail wrapped firmly around the mans neck. To the point where C'miel now feels bare without the jittery creature there, like a necklace you havent taken off in months. Toads odd, twittery habits were picked up after the hatching in which C'miel was first injured at.
Overly excitable about just about anything he's generally a nuisence to everyone. Durring hatchings, Toads jittery nature seems to double, flittering about and jerking towards and then away from C'miel, often recieving snaps from the Gold sitting. Since C'miels Impression the flit has since mellowed a bit, much to C'miels relief.
History: Toad was fist given to C'miel as an egg from his father. The bronze rider having recieved it as a gift himself, but finding flits to be rather pointless and just an added chore. As much as C'miel was honored and joyed by the gift, it was double edged, his feelings that of his father taking pity on his failed Impressions in a 'You can't have the real thing, so here's a flit to fill the void'.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:39 pm
Lurenith
Name: Lurenith.
Looks to: C'miel.
Rank: Brown dragon, Jr. Wyerling.
OOCly Obtained: Custom'd into a clutch contest.
Physical Description: Lurenith is rather lean for a brown, though his larger wings disguise this fact rather well. His feet are on the big side, just below comically so. He lacks in speed, making up for it with his stamina, able to last out an entire thread fall should he be called to. He ends up sleeping the next day away, however, should he.
Personality: Lurenith is a rather grumpy, possessive dragon. Often adding his own grouchy remarks to any conversation C'miel finds himself in, forcing his rider to repeatedly hush him; as he just forgets a time later he was hushed in the first place.
He considers himself one of the best, especially from those of his clutchmates, periodically reminding C'miel of this. Near cackling that he had "... snatched you up, Mine, before they could reach you." and always demanding his riders undivided attention.
Despite his less than sunny disposition he's quick to rise to most occasions, especially should it reflect good on himself and thus C'miel by association. Mostly resulting in teasing of C'miel from his fellow riders at Lureniths seemingly out of character need to please. He's rather fierce during thread falls, his rider having to keep tight control over him to keep him from breaking formation, much to Lureniths grumbled displeasure.
He rises very rarely - preferring an oil rub to expending his attentions to take chase. When he does rise he tends to use the opportunity more to show off than truly give chase, ending with a low success rate. He has a near non-existent sex drive, not even a rising queen able to rile him up.
Lurenith sunbathes near obsessively, usually found perched wherever there is sun, resulting in his rider having to oil Lurenith more often than is usual. C'miel has taken to thinking Lurenith does so purposely.
History: tba
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:39 pm
Hatching All the Weyrs of Pern (Teh_Sil) Most people were looking with evident surprise at the brown that had emerged. He had come from an egg that was relatively unnoticed, despite it's large size. People just hadn't remarked on it. It lacked the bright colors the others had, and seemed relatively put off to the side. This was the Black Neon Tetra Egg, though it now lay in shards surrounding a strapping young brown who looked incredibly grumpy.
He was quick on his feet though, glancing around at all the other dragons. No more had come out yet, but he was certain that their time was coming. They were going to steal his. No! HIs was his was his, and they couldn't have him.
It seemed a great distance for the brown to go. He had to traverse past the females first, determination set in his little brow, before he could finally reach the boys. But this still wasn't safe territory- another dragon could still swoop in and steal the Candidate who belonged to him. And this brown wasn't going to accept anything other than what he had firmly implanted in his mind.
He shouldered past a few of the Candidates in a way that was not exactly gentle, but again, lacked the true strength that would have seriously injured someone. He was more concerned with finding his rider than he was in unleashing his grumpy nature on all the others standing there. Where was his? His was... There he was! His rider was just hiding behind a few other Candidates. This wasn't a very fun game.
C'miel, Lurenith was looking for you. You were going to let another dragon take you and you're mine and that's not right. Lurenith sounded petulant, but his eyes were whirling a multitude of colors. Another Impression had been made!
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:04 pm
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