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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:36 pm
.Table of Contents.
1. Table of Contents
2. Updates!
3. The Man
4. The Dragon
5. Encounters
6. Musings about Others
7 Arts!
8. Credits
9. Reserved
10. Reserved
11. Reserved
12. Reserved
13. Reserved
14. Reserved
15. Reserved
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:11 pm
.Updates.Announcements
06.20.09. T'loa and Niyath are chosen as custom winners from June's Wing Contest. Zomg. Journal in creation. . . and RP on the way!
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:27 pm
Name: T'loa (used to be Tahloan)
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: T'loa is tall. Very tall. (standing at 6'5"!) He tends to stand out amongst the crowd because if you need to find him, all you have to do is look up. His frame is trim and lanky, giving him a stretched out appearance, but that doesn't mean he is in any way weak. His arms, once nothing but skin and bone, are now toned with muscle thanks to turns of dragon riding. Naturally thin, the bronze rider has an easy air about him and unlike some of his peers, who are full of muscle and sturdy as a wall, T'loa has a sense of poise and balance. His peers might be able to rough him up with brute strength, but they'd certainly have to catch (and be able to hold on to) him first! His long legs give him an advantage when it comes to running or sprinting. It's rare to see him in the act, though, as he much prefers to casually stroll.
When it comes to physical appearance and attractiveness, T'loa could almost be described as "boyish". His face, almost plain, has round cheeks and an angular chin. His nose is small and pointy, sitting above an almost unending, lethargic smile. It's rare to see T'loa without a grin, but even his most intense expressions are soft and lazy. As if it's too much effort to wear his true emotions on his sleeve. His eyes are large and round, a dark shade of murky brown. They're gentle eyes, though they've been known to look playfully mischievous, and on very rare occasion, dangerous.
His ears are too large for his head, but thankfully, part of being a dragon rider means wearing a helmet. T'loa's hair is a dusty blond, thick, and tends to curl in water. It's cut short, with enough length to be able to run his fingers through it, but it grows quickly. Seeing as he hates to cut his own hair, the bronze rider is a well-known face waiting in line for a trim.
T'loa doesn't think much about his appearance and has no sense of fashion whatsoever. Thankfully for all of Pern, having been raised in the Weyr all his life, his dress has been fashioned into one of practicality. Outside of his riding gear (which is the only outfit he really KNOWS how to match) the tall man enjoys casual comfort. Loose tunics, loose fitting slacks, and a good, worn-in set of boots. He tends to wear more earthy tones -- browns, greens and golds -- but he certainly wouldn't object to something brighter.
The only fashion-habit T'loa has picked up is wearing his riding jacket. His thick, wher-hide coat is rarely seen off of him. In summer, in winter -- regardless the occasion and weather -- that jacket is by his side if not on his shoulders!
Personality: T'loa is relaxed. Really, there's no better way to describe him. Passive in nature, he's so very relaxed that people who don't know him think him lazy. At every meal he's seen lounging with his wing mates, chair leaned back, arms resting behind his head. His lazy smile is ever present on his lips, and his movements are considered lethargic.
He's never in a rush, no matter what the scenario, and he carries himself easily. Nothing seems to faze him. Nothing! No matter how dire the situation, no matter how hectic and terrible the predicament, T'loa doesn't seem to have an anxiety filled bone in his body.
Of course, people who assume him careless and apathetic are wrong. The man might be calm, and typically in control, but that doesn't mean he can't be pushed over the edge. All it takes are the wrong words at the wrong time, and this bronze rider can turn into ice. To get on his bad side is a hard, almost impossible thing to do --- but nothing is impossible, and the few whom push him past the point of no return are quick to regret it. Though his temper is quiet and short-lived (T'loa rarely raises his voice), his grudges, sadly, are not.
Thankfully, the majority of the time, he's a very patient, very forgiving man.
T'loa carries himself with ease and a cool confidence. His confidence doesn't come from the bronze dragon he rides, but from an easy knowledge of life around him. As a people-watcher, and a natural introvert, T'loa is comfortable in Ista. He knows how the Weyr works, and the routines that man and dragon go through. He enjoys keeping up to date on news, and is always delighted when new sources (Harpers especially!) visit the Weyr.
Strangely enough, T'loa isn't driven by ambition and competition. Certainly, he's mused and entertained the thoughts that play in all bronze-riders minds -- Weyrleadership, Wingleadership, and any position of power. Still, just because he's entertained the thought, doesn't mean he's actively ambitious. Unlike some of his contemporaries, this man is patient. Let others fight and compete, T'loa is content to bide his time and let others play with politics. He doesn't give a damn either way. Perhaps with time he'll play more of a role, but for now, he'd rather leave such responsibility to others much more anxious for rank.
Despite his lethargic nature, this realist does have his flaws. Naturally a workaholic when stressed, the thought of Threadfall brings out the worst in him. He expects a lot out of himself and Niyath, and is a perfection junkie when it comes to his work! Threadfall isn't a game -- it's life or death and something that they haven't experienced yet. During wing training, everything is serious; just because it's dye on ropes simulating Fall doesn't mean that someone should be lax. When the real deal happens, Niyath and his wingmates HAVE to be the best - there is no other option when dealing with Thread.
The bronze rider also is a bit ignorant in the ways of women. He isn't exactly the most suave or charming of men. He might be poised, he might be kind, but that doesn't mean he's skilled in the art of romance or charisma. In fact, he tends to be too relaxed to bother with such work and high-maintenance. Pining for a relationship, to him at any rate, just seems like too much work. If a lady enjoys his company, grand, but outside of flights he has yet to snag or settle with a woman. It would take quite the lady to get him to actually work for something longer than a moments passion. . . .And he has yet to find himself smitten with any he's met.
History: T'loa was born in Ista Weyr. His mother, Tilea, worked in the Lower Caverns, a candidate whom had never found her lifemate. She had been a young mother, having taken comfort in the arms of men after she grew too old to be considered for Impression. At age 22, she hooked up with a blue rider, V'ten and nine months later, Tilea held her first of three children, Tahloan.
Tilea was a dutiful mother. V'ten wasn't a particular active father, but Tahloan always knew him as "Dad". Any neglect he might have felt by V'ten was replaced by the love and care from Tilea, and the others of Ista Weyr.
As he grew, he was no worse than any of the other children. His childhood was mostly uneventful, (as uneventful as life in a Weyr can get!) and Tahloan wasn't much of a schemer. He was rather placid as a boy, and surprisingly easy to take care of. His favorite hobby as a child was, of course, napping. His younger brother, Liveal, on the other hand, was an absolute terror. Perhaps that's why the light haired boy never had much of a record for mischief. While Liveal was caught time and time again, and ASSUMED to be at the heart of problems, Tahloan was always dubbed "the good boy" and any mischief he made was quickly forgotten.
As the Turns passed, like many children born in a Weyr, Tahloan had his eyes set on dragon riding. It wasn't so much a burning desire and dream as it was a good idea. The boy was used to being around dragons, and absolutely loved his father's brute of a blue. Why shouldn't he want to become one of Pern's heroes? Sure, the life wasn't care-free, he knew this, but no matter how many Hatchings he got to attend there was always something special about the boys and girls who Impressed.
His father had a dragon.
So why shouldn't he Impress the best dragon on Pern?
So set on achieving this "good idea", Tahloan thought little of any hobbies or crafts. If he were to become a dragon rider, why should he need to study anything else? There was work to be done in the Weyr, so why should he leave to find a new craft? Rather stubborn, Tahloan was finally harassed enough by his mother to find something useful to do OTHER then set his sight on Impression.
He'd have to make the odd-mark somehow, especially if he wasn't ever Searched.
His decision?
He wanted to become a baker.
At thirteen turns, the boy was sent to the Lower Caverns as an errand boy and began the long road to learning the secrets of cooking. Tahloan wasn't a bad helper, and he even learned the very basics of the craft. It wasn't a bad job and Tahloan could pretend to like it -- baking sweets was fun, especially when allowed to "test" the finished product! -- but like many weyrbred children, he refused to be sent to an official Hall. He was NOT leaving the Weyr, not unless the Weyrleader himself threw him out!
So he waited. And he cooked. And he learned the ways of baking. A turn later, at age 14, he stood around every blue and green dragon he could. He sought out his father, V'ten, and practically threw himself at the blue dragon, Loath, in hopes that he'd be Searched.
No dragon seemed to find him suitable.
Hatchings came and went, and Tahloan found himself facing the strange reality that maybe, just *maybe* his good-idea wasn't going to come through. Hiding any disappointment, the boy put that much more effort in becoming a good baker. By Turn 16, he was all but sure that the dragons had forgotten about him. Still, he wasn't going to give up on his craft. He'd come to like the familiar feel of the Kitchens and Lower Caverns, and he could find pride in the work that he made. Everyone enjoyed food -- so he could become a hero of Pern by feeding the heroes. . . couldn't he?
Just before his 17th birthday, Tahloan's dream finally came true. He was found on Search for the next Hatching, and the boy could finally make himself a pair of Candidate knots. Oh, was he ever enthused! Taking his rightful place next to the other boys and girls, Tahloan knew that it was finally his time to shine. Oh yes. He'd be the first to Impress, there was no other way. Full of certainty, and even a bit arrogant, the Hatching couldn't come too soon for the boy. . . .
And it ended in heartbreak.
He was left alone, like many of the other unlucky Candidates, and was forced to deal with the foreign emotions known as rejection. How it hurt Tahloan. Shamefaced at his pride, the boy didn't dare admit his disappointment. Behind his fake smile, he knew he could always stand again.
The next Hatching came, and Tahloan was certainly less arrogant and sure about it. Still, secretly yearning to Impress, the boy was once again denied.
His depression hit an all time low when, at turn 18, his baby brother Liveal was found on Search with him. His younger, much more wild brother stood with him for the next Hatching -- and Impressed! His brother, the terror of Ista, had been found worthy of a beautiful, blue dragon. Tahloan was secretly crushed. Was he really not dragon rider material?
Sure, some people on Pern never were Searched, and there was no shame in being left on the Sands. But it still hurt, and Tahloan was finding hope in his idea short-lived.
Did he dare stand again?
Did he dare risk that feeling of rejection?
Oh, but what if this was his next chance? What if this was the Hatching where his life-mate was found? The next Hatching took place at the end of the Turn. Humbled, and inwardly terrified about the results, Tahloan watched as the dragonets hatched and found their partners.
Would he again be left alone?
Near the end, a small, bronze dragonet made his way through the crowd. Almost lazily, he stumbled ungracefully towards Tahloan, and creeled pitifully in hunger. His name was Niyath, and he was absolutely starving!
All the wait, all the rejection, all the impatient frustration was forgotten. Any jealousy he felt for his brother, any fear that his "good idea" was for naught disappeared the minute he wrapped his arms about his dragon. Tahloan finally found his life mate with the pale bronze, Niyath, and their life together could finally begin.
Weyrling training was more of a past-time for T'loa than anything. He breezed through the material, having learned a lot from his father and witnessing dragons and their riders first-hand. Despite his confident nature, he was careful not to come off conceited or arrogant. He'd learned first-hand that he DIDN'T know it all, and that just because he thought something was a good idea, didn't mean it was going to be right OR come true. Not being Searched until turns later, and not Impressing right away did wonders to T'loa's nature. It taught him patience with himself and his ego.
Weyrling training also helped drive in the point. Just because he was a bronze rider didn't mean he was better than any other dragon in the Weyr. And, just because his father was a dragon rider, didn't mean he was going to be any more knowledgeable than another. As proof, about a turn into their training, Niyath had a minor flying accident. As the dragons practiced flying, Niyath cramped a wing muscle and panicked. While landing was never the weyrlings strong point, that day it was a bit of a catastrophe. Having skidded to a halt, the dragon had landed mostly upon his tail. As it turned out, his tail needed a brace to set three fractured bones.
In the end, T'loa and Niyath DID graduate. Though more experienced than some of the new weyrling graduates, they have yet to feel any desire or ambition for rank. Though he adores his dragon, the rider sometimes secretly wishes his dragon had less shiney hide. . . The less responsability on his shoulders, the less politics he has to deal with. Perhaps with age he'll become more leadership material, but for now, he's content to let others worry and fuss about the going ons of the Weyr.
Pets: None yet
Other/Talents: T'loa thoroughly enjoys people watching. Be it lounging in the Lower Caverns, or waiting for Niyath to finish feeding, the bronze rider loves to study human interaction. Another secret love of the man is sleep. He'd sleep all day if he could, but alas, he gets far less of his favored past-time then he'd readily admit.
Given he finds the time, the bronze rider still enjoys baking. His food isn't anything fabulous or gossip worthy, but that's not enough to keep him out of the kitchens. He's rather partial to sweets and desserts, and is known for lurking with the kitchen staff, in hopes to sneak a treat.
According to some sources, he talks in his sleep, and when angry, he'll turn into an A-class workaholic. Instead of taking his anger (as rare as it is) out on the source, he'll turn it into productive work. Niyath never looks better than when something is REALLY upsetting T'loa.
Picture: In the works. . .
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:41 pm
Name: Niyath
Color: Bronze
Physical Description: Niyath is of average size for a bronze, and has a bit of a unique shape. He has a stretched out appearance, with an unusually long tail and neck. Still, he's sturdy in Threadfall, and has good stamina for the job.
His stretched out tail does have a few kinks and bumps along the joints. As a weyrling, a particularly rough landing lead to the dislocation and fracture of a few tail-bones. Since then, they've been long since healed, but occasionally caused the bronze irritation on cold or rainy days.
**His actual colours are in the works. . . to whomever actually colours him~!
Personality:Niyath is as laid back a dragon as his rider. Relaxed, the bronze is nothing more than a gentle-giant. Despite this, he can still come off involuntarily as a bit standoffish. He's quiet and tends to keep to his own council -- even to T'loa! His favored place of rest is high upon the upper heights of Ista. From there, he can watch all the happenings that take place below him, and keep his ears open for news. Suffering from a mild curiosity streak, Niyath loves to know what's going on all over Pern and he has no problem listening in on other people and dragons conversations.
Unlike some egotistical bronzes, this dragon also has no real ambition. Not yet, at any rate. When he does decide to converse, he's amiable and gentlemanly and holds no prejudice against colour. He has a soft spot for greens though, and though he'll chase when a gold flies, it almost seems like a chore. Like his rider, he has yet to be thoroughly impressed with any female in particular. . .
Other: There's nothing incredibly impressive about the bronze. He's rather average on all levels. He prefers chasing greens more than he does golds, but even then, he has to really feeling the chase to bother.
He's a sweet dragon, and can be quite the gentleman when actually bothered to converse. It isn't that he's stuck up, he merely prefers to listen rather than get involved.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:52 pm
.Encounters.
None at the moment~!
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:08 pm
Musings & Thoughts of T'loa
.Significant.
Niyath: We make a great team. If it weren't for you, I'd still be serving mediocre dishes in the kitchens. I still am amazed that you chose me out of everyone that fateful day. . . and even now, I can't imagine how I got along without you for so many Turns.
.Friends.
.Neutral.
.Enemies.
Musings & Thoughts of Niyath
.Significant.
T'loa: You are Mine. What more need be said?
.Friends.
.Neutral.
.Enemies.
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