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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:41 pm
M'rik talks in regular font.
Hasufeth talkthinks in #0066CC, even if that means his words have to be highlighted to be seen. :'3
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:43 pm
For the Directionally-Challenged
Journal Directory
1. Picture & Voices
2. Table of Contents
3. Updates
4. RP Contact Stuff
5. About M'rik
6. History
7. Acquaintances
8. RP Log
9. About Hasufeth
10. The Clydesdale Egg
11. Hatching Quotes
12. Weyr Layout
13. Pets / Possessions
14. Reserved
15. Credits
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:43 pm
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
~Tuuuurn and face the change (ch-ch-changeeees)~
7/12 - Expanded personality some. Drew a piiiicture.
7/19 - IMPRESSED HASUFETH. Brand new journal.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:45 pm
Let's Get Together
~And feeeeel all riiiight~
M'rik is superduper open and always wants to RP with everybody.
PM me or leave a profile comment (or post in the thread if you see me there) to set something up.
I'm sure there plenty of things we can figure for him and Hasufeth to do with anybody. :'D
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:46 pm
More Than You Need to Know...
Character profile. Name: Merik
Age: 18
Sex: M
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Craft: Beastcraft
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description:
Merik's got curly, blondish-brown hair, with much darker brown eyes. He's built somewhat slightly, standing at 5'11, and doesn't appear nearly as strong as he is. His arms, legs and head are all burned deep brown, but he's strikingly whiter under his clothes, a definition "farmer-tan." He has a large nose and, despite his skin, is still almost always sunburned on his forehead and cheeks. There's a small, deep scar halfway up his left calf, from an unfortunate run-in with a cart when he was a child, but it's not very prominent and doesn't affect him much beyond the way of some discomfort on long runs. He's not particularly muscled, with more the litheness of a runner than the muscles of the Beastcraftsman he was raised as. Aside from everything about him being nearly the same color, Merik is a very average-looking fellow without a particularly prominent trait.
Personality:
Merik is a very plain, open, down-to-earth kind of guy. He's not the sharpest tack in the box, even pretty dull at times, but he's got a big heart and he really does mean well. He's not a big dreamer, thinking much more on a day-to-day basis of life, or even moment-to-moment. Being so used to working with beasts (albeit predictable ones), he has a quick reaction time and tends to not put a lot of thought into his responses- to beasts or people. He's blissfully upbeat, with a constant smile and a very strong "if I grin at it long enough, it'll get better" attitude. He's very hard to get down, but he's also hard to motivate, being just an emotionally rock-solid person.
Merik's got a pretty cheesy sense of humor as well, and enjoys his jokes much, it seems, than anyone else. He got into the habit of chatting to his father's herdbeasts when he was alone, and as a result, talks quite a bit to people, though most of it is just senseless babble that he'll interrupt and stomp over others' words to get out- and he can't really help how regularly it seems to get him on people's nerves.
Though it's rare he's actually motivated towards a task, he faces everything requested of him with the same steady resolve he regards everything. If asked to do something within his power, the thought would likely never even cross Merik's mind to not do it. He would never be referred to as the serious type, but he does take everything quite seriously. He'll work 'til he drops without complaint; a task charged unto this boy is as good as done.
He'd never take on a task of his own free will, but when others want it of him, Merik can rise to challenge upon challenge. He doesn't have any affinity for leadership whatsoever, but he can take orders like the best of canines.
He's wonderfully true (and, honestly, not mean or cunning enough to be otherwise), though he doesn't have a whole lot of passion in him. He's got about the demeanor of the old bovines he was raised around; an ignorant, happy boulder.
Pets: None at the moment
Other/Talents:
Merik's not a weaver by any means, but he's got long fingers and some really brilliant hands. He's a big fan of braids and knots, and can make most everything from harnesses to sculptures with enough leather or string. Obviously, he's not shabby as a Beastcraftsman either.
Picture:
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:47 pm
Let's Do the Time Warp Again!
Herstory? No, history!
Pre-Candidacy:
Merik's father is a Journeyman of general Beastcraft at Ista Hold, and his mother an Apprentice Beasthealer. His parents split up not long after he was born, although there's no animosity between the two and he's spent time with both. Merik spent the majority of his childhood, though, with his father, who's been posted at Ista for almost 20 years now. Merik's been working the craft under his father his entire life, but only officially became an Apprentice at 16 Turns. With quite the high regard of Dragons, his father wanted to make sure there was no way a Journeymanship could impede on his eligibility to be Searched.
Merik's life, otherwise, has been uneventful. He was plucked up during the last Search, when a Rider came combing through Ista's Apprentices. As a young child, his father often took him near the Weyr to watch Wings of Weyrlings flying their drills. Little things like this making up all the highlights of his memory, Dragons have consistently been the wonder of Merik's life. His Search was by far the most exciting thing he's ever experienced.
Candidacy:
Merik slept on the floor in the dining hall his first night, after a long day in the lower caverns and a new habit of letting time get away from him. Not paying attention to his Searchrider's tour didn't help either. He met both his roommates the next evening: gorgeous Darcir, all full of snark and thorns, and quiet Balin, who he didn't really get to know aside from his baldness and having little brothers. He had a short-lived infatuation with Browns, probably offending L'thor in the process. The first day was a party in the Bowl lake, where he met two more boys and got a good look at his peers. His Candidacy didn't even last two sevendays; he was a late arrival and Hasufeth found him in the very first Hatching he Stood at.
Weyrling-ship:
Coming later
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:48 pm
Folks and Friends and Fiends... and People.
It's best *not* to forget everyone you meet.
Merik's thoughts in italics.
Hasufeth's thoughts in light blue.
Zafir - Candidate
Have you seen his hair? It's purple!
Raedue - Candidate
Well, he's very nice. And quite a flirt! Fun guy to be around. :'D
Darcir - Candidate
Roommate! And a really handsome one at that. Can't take a joke at all. I think we'd get along just *famously* if he didn't hate me so much. <3
Balin - Candidate
My other roomie! His hair is pretty interesting too- he hasn't got any! He's a big one, but at least he seems much more friendly than Darcir.
Bachi - Candidate
Spunky little guy, isn't he? Kind of an oddball; I love him!
L'thor & Raith - Rider & Green
((Coming))
She's beautiful when she kills things.
R'than & Garith - Rider & Brown
Kind of old. He seems nice, but he loves rules a bit much.
Oh, he's GORGEOUS! I could watch Browns all day. I couldn't compliment him enough.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:49 pm
I've Been Everywhere, Man...RP Log, in order of date started.
Candidacy:
Summer Loving - Candidates
Let's all jump in the lake, why don't we?
Home Improvement - Merik, Darcir, Balin
Roomies!
Free time, free time... - Merik, Bachi, L'thor, R'than
In which I meant to do some things, and ended up doing other things.
Hatching - Horse Clutch - Everyone
It was horrible, all mad and bloody. And I was just starting to loose spirit. But then Hasufeth! Oh, Hasufeth! <3
Weyrling-ship:
Coming later
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:52 pm
The Only Thing That Ever MatteredHasufeth, the man himself.
Name: Hasufeth
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Color: Blue
Font Color: #0066cc
Appearance: Hasufeth is huge for a Blue, almost the size of a good Brown. He's not graceful, but he's sturdy, with a bulky body and thick limbs. He's not quick or daring, but his stamina is unrivaled.
Personality:
Blue Hasufeth tries hard. Remember that the next time he gets you in trouble! His intentions are nothing but the best, but his efforts usually fall quite short of his goal. It’s not his fault, really, but most of the blue’s plans are half-baked. His foresight is very poor and it gets the better of him every single time. On the rare occasion the dragon manages to think something all the way through, something still goes wrong! His luck is downright wretched and nothing ever seems to go in his favor.
Large and bulky, Hasufeth is made to go the distance, not make the sprint. As a result, he’s not a terribly graceful animal and attempts at such make him look rather ridiculous. He’ll be particularly klutzy as a weyrling and will require a lot of managing from his rider to keep from destroying anything too valuable. As none of this is his fault, Hasufeth has taken to thinking rather little of himself. He doesn’t like to try things he thinks will end poorly (which is a lot of things) and needs a good bit of encouragement from his rider. He’s not a lazy dragon but any stretch, but he’s not motivated, either.
His misfortune doesn’t only come in what he does, but also takes shape in the form of words. He often opens his mouth without thinking, perhaps spilling his rider’s secret or just offending someone with his honest opinion. Hasufeth is always blatantly honest (one of those lack-of-foresight things) and doesn’t always understand why others get upset when he gives his opinion. Just because he says the wrong things sometimes doesn’t keep him from talking, however. Saying silly things isn’t a big a deal as messing up during wing practice, or something.
Flights are something Hasufeth tries to avoid at all costs. Being slow and steady doesn’t usually bode well in a flight and his inclination to be a living natural disaster doesn’t help his case. Never particularly smooth with the ladies, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself further. He’ll only fly if his rider really insists he does so, and even then, his heart probably won’t be in it. It would take a miracle for him to actually fly someone.
Oh god, why me?:
Hasufeth needs someone paitient, who can put up with his tendency to screw up, or someone who can encourage him to keep trying. A flirt would make him very uncomfortable, so Merik words just fine for him. They are kindered spirits, and Hasufeth loves this. Merik is gentle and quiet and he's kind. His humor will help Hasufeth learn to deal when he's flustered and his lack of ambitions with put his Hasufeth at ease.
Other: N/A
Stages: Jr. Weyrling / Sr. Weyrling
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:53 pm
Trees Grow From the Roots Up
The Clydesdale Egg soutou The Clydesdale The Clydesdale is a breed of draft horse derived from the farm horses of Clydesdale, Scotland, and named after that region. Thought to be over 300 years old, the breed was extensively used for pulling heavy loads in rural, industrial and urban settings, their common use extending into the 1960s when they were still a familiar sight pulling the carts of milk and vegetable vendors. They have been exported in the Commonwealth and United States where they are famous for their use as the mascot of various beer brands, including Anheuser-Busch's Budweiser brand, Carlton & United Beverages and several others. At one time there were at least 140,000 Clydesdales known in Scotland; by 1949 just 80 animals were licensed in England and by 1975 the Rare Breed Survival Trust had listed the breed as "vulnerable". Clydesdales have since seen resurgence in popularity and population, resulting in the breed's status being reclassified favorably as "at risk" with an estimated global population of just 5,000 individuals. Clydesdales are now most numerous in the United States where recently over 600 foals are reportedly born each year. Hasufel Horse given to Aragorn by the Riders of Rohan in The Two Towers. Previously, this horse had been ridden by a Rider named Garulf, killed in the recent skirmish with the band of orcs that had captured Merry and Pippin ("May he bear you well and to better fortune than Garulf, his late master!" — Éomer to Aragorn). Aragorn later rode his own horse, Roheryn, who came to Rohan with a company of Dúnedain from the north.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:56 pm
In Memorandum
Quotes of Impression. Wingsecond Kem Clydesdale Egg
The Clydesdale egg is dappled brown, white flecks littering the egg like little grey hairs. Quite large, it’s impossible to actually measure the size of this egg versus its siblings. Why? The Clydesdale Egg has been knocked over and seems to have rolled away from the herd, though whether this was intentional or an accident is completely up the imagination of the viewer. Exact measurements or not, the Clydesdale Egg is pretty large. Perhaps not obscenely so; it could hold anything from a very large blue to a small bronze; it’s anyone’s game. soutou The eggs weren't waiting long, now. The Kiger Mustang Egg started to stir, as though Hwinth had woken the dragon inside when she knocked against his egg earlier. This large beast certainly took its time, lazily rocking back and forth, back and forth. It would pause for a while, as though tired, before resuming its back and forth, back and forth. It was, to be frank, quite boring, when compared with its siblings.
Meanwhile, the large Clydesdale Egg had started to wiggle. Wayward, there wasn't much it could to but squirm on its side. Fortunately, the dragon inside seemed strong; the egg was already cracking. The dragon inside paused and one, two, three! A bright blue burst forth, tumbling over his wing and falling to the ground with no grace at all. The crowd crooned as the little baby struggled to his feet, only to realize he wasn't little at all. That blue...he was as big as a little brown! Huge!
All eyes on the bumbling Clydesdale, the Kiger Mustang had rocked itself onto its side, shell cracking slightly. The dragon inside gave a kick, revealing a dark leg. A brown? The leg disappeared, only to reveal a dark nose...followed by a much, much lighter body. The shimmer made it completely obvious. A bronze. He was stunning, fading out darker on the legs and tail. And he knew it, too.
He stood, shook himself out and paused, letting everyone get a good look. How could they not? His only competition was the blue who continued to fall all over the place. soutou The blue groaned quietly, tripping over his own feet for what seemed like the tenth time while all eyes were on the flirty bronze, his new friend and His friend's attitude. No one saw him get up, waddle a few steps and fall again. This time, he finally keened, eyes whirling as he tried to express his distress. All he wanted to do was find his. Forget flirting. Girls? The blue shuddered a little and fixed his expression on the boys.
Struggling to his feet, the blue lurched forward. He actually made it his best distance yet before tripping over his own feet, landing in a heap. His wings underneath him, the poor creature made a pathetic noise as he tried to work himself free again. Help! Mine? he cried, toppling as soon as he tried to get up again. He sighed and surged up, but did not try to walk any farther.
I am so tired, Mine! Please, Merik, your Hasufeth just wants to eat, the Clydesdale whined, leaning down. He was flustered and embarrassed and he really, really just wanted His.
Hasufeth sayz haaaalp! Katori Kenshin Merik's clapping slowed to stop, and he looked around himself curiously. Did he just hear something? Raedue was watching the Blue, and Zafir wasn't looking him either. It hadn't sounded like either of them. Actually, it sounded sort of like it was in his head. Was-?
I am so tired, Mine! He started breathing very heavily, all of the sudden feeling light-headed. It couldn't be. He was going crazy, all this heat, and he was so tired, and- Please, Merik, your Hasufeth just wants to eat.
No mistaking it.
Merik wiped sweaty hair out of his face, not even thinking before darting out into the sands on legs that had turned to jelly without warning. He fell to his knees next to the blue, picking it up by the shoulders in a huge embrace. The Hatchling gave an awkward little squeak, but Merik- M'rik, now- squeezed harder, arms shaking. He really doubted he could've stood just then if he wanted to. Mine? I'm hungry, please. "Of... of course. Of course!" He was still dizzy with excitement, but M'rik's shock dissipated as quickly as it had struck him. It took a bit of heaving, but he lifted Hasufeth right out of the sand and hobbled him over to the feeding tables, beaming and glowing and grinning like a new mother. He couldn't think straight- didn't dare. He knew with rock-solidity that this gorgeous boy was his. His! But he still wouldn't try and believe his luck. Everything felt like it could vanish as quickly as it had come.
He set Hasufeth down gently by the feeding table, grabbing the biggest slice he could see and plopping down in the sand at eye-height with his bonded. The Blue ate it slowly, eyes whirling from red into a blue as cool as his hide. M'rik didn't even want to take his eyes away. Bah to that Bronze- this was his Hasufeth! You are mine too, Mine, but I would like more please.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:58 pm
Home, Home on the Range
Weyr Layout
Maybe sometime in the future.
If I ever feel setting-artistic.
Maybe.
Unlikely. ><
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:59 pm
Junk in da Trunk
Things in these two's possession. Also a fire-lizard would be cool. >>
Nothing right now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 10:02 pm
~Reserved~
Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing
Of hope and promise on Dragonwing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 10:02 pm
*Cue Relevant Song and Sounds of People Leaving*
Credit given where credit is due.
The Dragonriders of Pern & all those poems are copyright Anne and Todd McCaffrey
Lineart/Temps/Certs/Banners: Leikkun
The Clydesdale Egg written by: soutou (I think)
M'rik and Hasufeth: MINE ALL MINE
Everything else not mine (c) their respective owners
And many thanks to FerretPrince and Chibi Sheepcat, for unwittingly letting me take a good deal of your layout. <3
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