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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:15 pm
 =================================Welcome! to the weyr of L'ior and Dioth!
I've got some sweetrolls and klah, if you'd like to stay awhile?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:30 pm
[ > ] Contents 01. Door - Welcome.
02. Contents - Things you'll find in the weyr.
03. Rules - Wait, do I need those...?
04. L'ior - Well, a little about me!
05. Friends and... friends? - I know these people...
06. Dioth - Sweet as bubbly pie.
07. Dio's Friends - Dragons that he knows.
08. Possessions - Gifts from friends.
09. Our Weyr - Where we live.
10. Goings-On - Things we're up to.
11. Reserved. - An empty corner?
12. Reserved. - Is that a second empty corner?
13. Reserved. - This one has my jacket in it.
14. Reserved. - ... a pile of recipe skins.
15. Credits - Thanks to you!
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:37 pm
[ > ] Rules 01. Don't take me by surprise... - Don't post unless you have permission. PM Petite Kitsune for permission!
02. Unless you're leaving a gift, don't drop anything... - Turn off your signature when you do post.
03. I'll talk to you if you'll talk to me! - PM me if you have plot ideas or suggestions.
04. Dioth is mine, and I'm his... - Dioth is not and will never, ever be for sale.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:52 pm
[ > ] L'ior  Name: L'ior (formerly Lirior)
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Orientation: Pansexual; he considers gender somewhat irrelevant to his attraction to others, though he's actually surprisingly picky over whom he takes to bed.
Physical Description: Fair of skin with freckles and heavy, thick black hair he keeps plaited into a cabled braid down his spine and dark, winged brows over deep blue eyes, L'ior is a rather studious-looking man for all his usual open smile. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and has rather mobile, telling features that'll show an onlooker just about anything they'd want to know about his feelings. Tall, lean, and sleek as a feline, he's most comfortable with his tunic rolled up around his elbows and an apron tied 'round his waist -- when he's not busy with his dragon, he's harassing the kitchen workers and keeping himself sharp in his baking skills. Despite his collection of somewhat feminine traits, L'ior is not in the least bit womanish in nature; he holds himself with surprising pride and poise, with surprisingly broad shoulders, sturdy arms, and long legs. In fact, his method of dress is often decidedly plain and he does not bother overmuch with ornamentation, as that would get in his way, given how often he's on the go. He does, however, wear one small copper ring in one ear, and a sun-faded red bandana ties off his braid. If he was more inclined to sit still, he probably should be wearing glasses, but as it stands he would probably lose them.
Personality: Creative, earnest, and somewhat quick on his feet, L'ior is often the first to crack a joke when the situation is looking dire. Unfalteringly optimistic, he acts younger than he is, and though he's seen his share of tragedy, he's got enough sunshine in him that one might think he'd been living a charmed life. Part of L'ior's life philosophy tells him that everything happens for a reason, whether he understands it or not -- though he's inclined to look for meaning in major events, in the long-term he's willing to accept things as they come, not looking too hard at offenses or mistakes and turning his eyes toward the future. While that helps him to avoid lasting upsets or arguments, it makes him a bit less likely to learn from his mistakes unless he takes time out to ponder the outcome. It's a continuous source of frustration for those around him, but L'ior is just too damned -nice- to fault for it most of the time. His positive attitude and warm smile make him an easy person to like, and he just doesn't quite get conflict -- it's likely to just confuse him on a 'what did I say wrong?' level. Confrontational people are usually just shrugged at, apologized to, and moved past -- he just doesn't understand the supremacy thing that some bronze-riders have going on, either, not that he'd flout their orders.
If you're looking for someone precise and exacting, however, L'ior is not it. Despite this laissez-faire attitude, he's rather hard-working and will gladly give up his free time to do a favor for a friend, or even just to avoid lying down and thinking -- he'll just keep going until he drops of exhaustion. Since Impression, His tempers this tendency in him, and helps him take care of himself and find time to recuperate -- just as he helps Dioth find the impetus to do what needs to be done.
When he does need downtime, L'ior can most often be found with His, curled up against Dioth's side and reading whatever he can get his hands on, though he does particularly enjoy looking at recipes for anything and everything. Cooking is his passion, and he approaches it the same way he approaches just about everything -- with an open mind and a certain creativity towards method and flavor. About the only thing L'ior will do with precision is bake. He's got magic fingers when it comes to a loaf of bread or a batch of cookies, and if the drudges let him push his way into the kitchen on afternoons when he's got free time, something good is going to come out of it.
Lastly, and possibly most importantly, there is very little guile to L'ior. It's not that he's not creative or intelligent enough to come up with a good lie, he just sees no point in it. In that vein, he finds it incredibly difficult to dissemble even when it'd probably be kinder to. It's gotten him in trouble with would-be suitors who expect niceties out of him given his somewhat refined appearance, and who get only a confused smile and a hurried "I'm not interested" out of him. That's not to say he's frigid, only that if L'ior's interested, everybody probably knows all about it already, because he's more than willing to dance attendance and shower favors on them until he's pushed away or his interest wanes. All in all, easy come, easy go is his motto -- though if he's honest, he would like a mate or even a close friend who'll understand his many vagaries and appreciate him for the basically good, hard-working individual he struggles to be.
History: Though many riders in Igen can claim some sort of proud ancestor on gold or bronze in their lineage, that's not the case with L'ior. Born Lirior in a hall known for its training in the Bakercraft, Lirior's parentage was not exactly esteemed -- the child of a particularly enterprising kitchen drudge and a senior apprentice-woman at Bakercraft, he was raised in his father's care and spent much of his time underfoot in the kitchen, learning from a very young age the pleasantness of cooking. Until he hit his first growth spurt, in fact, Lirior was a round and pudgy little boy, smiling winningly at each and every favor shown to him and playing taste-tester for various apprentices.
A few days before Lirior had gained seven Turns, an accident with a cooking fire and hot oil prematurely ended the life of Lirior's father, and left Lirior in the hands of a mother who had long since gone traveling as a journeywoman Baker. For awhile, the child was juggled about by the rest of the kitchen staff, but in the end he was sent with an escort to his mother, who had been stationed in the kitchens of Igen Weyr. Thanks to an overbusy mother who did not much need to be bothered with her progeny when she had many mouths to feed, Lirior was shuffled off to the crèche alongside the weyrbrats, where he eventually assimilated rather well as he grew up, gathering a small but close group of friends and companions for whom he took quite a few bumps, disciplines, and shifts at cleaning.
As if they had forgotten he was not Weyrbred with his mother so comfortably positioned, the natural progression of events happened, and Lirior wound up standing as a Candidate once he'd come of age and been properly educated. Affiliating himself with the Flying Wherries came somewhat naturally, as poor good-natured Lirior simply couldn't measure up with the aggression that seemed inherent in the others' hierarchy -- but he could certainly get behind the Wherries' desire for a little more respect, and he was quiet enough to make him pretty good at raiding the flit territory. He also sought above all to help those he'd befriended, and supposed that if he should by chance Impress a bronze, he'd be able to help them even more, right?
In his first Hatching, however, misfortune again befell the young candidate -- an impatient bronze hatchling who seemed to be headed directly for him simply trampled directly over him without so much as a how-do-you-do, leaving behind a bleeding, shell-shocked Lirior in dire straits on the hatching sands, with one broken arm and great claw-gouges across his chest. Again at the next Hatching, a hatchling brown pushed him to the side, leaving its bloody marks on one thigh.
Two Turns passed after that before now-sixteen-Turn-old Lirior could gather the courage to stand again, and he spent much of the Hatching nervously trying not to edge away from bronzes and browns. He never even saw the shell of the little blue break until the soothing, comfortable voice of His reached out to him to ask why he was so afraid, as clearly, Dioth was there -- and hopefully, his Lirior was not afraid of him! When Lirior met the eyes of the relaxed, easygoing little dragon, he found without a doubt that he wasn't at all afraid anymore of hatchlings.
Since Impression, L'ior has spent much of his time taking care of things from the background. He's more than content to let others take the glory, and doesn't much bother to try and garner praise for his own name beyond working hard. He spent a long time being stepped on by Wingleaders before some of Dioth's determination rubbed off on him, and while he still won't stand up to an authority figure with a grudge, he's learned to let it roll off his back just like any other confrontation. He remains a Flying Wherry sympathizer, and wears his old bandana as a hair-tie nowadays -- though few people would look to him for guidance, he's always willing to offer the current Wherries his own personal brand of optimistic chatter.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: L'ior is an excellent listener and a skilled, if creative, cook. He makes a good and loyal friend if one's willing to overlook his eccentricities. It's no talent, but L'ior is positively useless when you've got a bit of drink into him -- he can't hold wine worth a damn, even on a full stomach, and it makes him over-affectionate and dizzy-headed.These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin, this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
Lovers in a Dangerous Time - Barenaked Ladies
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:00 pm
[ > ] Friends and... friends? Dragonkind
Dioth - Mine - What have I to fear from gold, bronze or brown, with you by my side? I'm so glad that you chose me. We will be together, forever.
Lazulith - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you...
Skelath - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you...
Rakthath - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you...
Humans
Brishen - Friend - Ah! My adopted little brother. How are you? You remind me of a feline, but felines lack your curls. Do behave, though. Please? Next time, I will swim clothed.
Yisenkar - Positive - You're a pleasant young man, though I have a feeling I'm being played with. It's all right. I'm looking forward to learning pastry from you. I hope my bread recipe is worth the bartering.
Lu'reni - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you...
I'ver - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you...
J'lan - Positive - Still forming my opinion of you.. .
Allia - Friend - You're as adorable as a new-hatched flit, and Dioth adores you. You seemed so shy at first, but you do break shell well -- oh, that reminds me. Hah! A dragon clutchmate indeed!
Cordel - Very positive/Interested? - I enjoyed speaking with you, very much -- you and your Tribble are pleasant to be near. You have a very pleasant smile... I'm looking forward to sharing lunch, recipes and conversation with you. Next time, hopefully with fewer wounds to the face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:17 pm
[ > ] Dioth 
Looks to: L'ior
Personality: Dioth is a very social animal, he seems to know everyone and gets along with them all. He always has something to say and he's always looking for a good time. A regular hippie, Dioth doesn't want any confrontation. He's laid-back to the point of being checked out and often needs to be brought back to reality. Drama only pushes him farther into his shell and as hard as anyone's tried, Dioth just won't lash out. He won't give in either, no one can keep this guy down once he's got his mind set in something.
Of course, don't mistake his relaxed state of being for a lack of passion. Dioth has a lot of opinions, he just doesn't force them upon people. Everyone has a right to their own thoughts, that's what makes the world interesting, after all. The blue is more than open to listening to others, as long as they aren't try to shove something down his throat. Dioth is a particularly soft-hearted dragon and has an easy time sympathizing with others, but he's pretty hard to call to action. Just go with the flow, man, go with the flow.
His thoughts on Flight follow a similar track. Dioth goes after greens when nature calls, but he still doesn't seem to get as intense as some of his competitors. He does his thing and if the particular female likes it, that's awesome and if she doesn't, well, that's okay too. He'd be hard to spur to care more by his rider, even if the rider was particularly attached. Dioth has no problem with taking a mate and no problem with his rider doing such, either. He's pretty approving, as far as rules go. Dioth is just a free-and-easy kinda guy, and he's ready to just kick back and enjoy the ride.
Post Color: Dodger BlueOne, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw your arms up into the sky, you and I
21 Guns - Green Day Text taken wholemeal from the contest!
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:27 pm
[ > ] Dio's Friends Humankind:
L'ior: - Mine - Mine, let us take some time for ourselves and just listen, sometimes. There is much you miss -- let us look a little closer, together.
Lu'reni: - Positive - What? Who are you?
I'ver: - Positive - What? Who are you?
Yisenkar: - Positive - What? Who are you?
Brishen: - Positive - What? Who are you?
Allia: - Friend - You are my little human clutchmate; I am your... brother? You give very good nose rubs, and are good at scrubbing my side. I like you very much.
Cordel: - Very positive - L'iormine and I delivered some glass things to you. You took care of the wound when mine injured himself. I like you.
Dragonkind:
Lazulith: - Positive - L'iormine and I tried to build a sandweyr with you, Skelath, Skelath's and yours. It was fun, except for the part where Skelath stormed off.
Skelath: - Positive - Though you've always been pleasant to me, after the sandweyr mishap, I hope you still will be.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:29 pm
[ > ] Possessions None yet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 10:13 pm
[ > ] Our Weyr Coming soon.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 12:04 am
[ > ] Goings-On Things I'm involved in, in day-to-day life... or things Dioth is interested in.PRPs X - YAY SANDWEYR - (Lu'reni/L'ior/I'ver) X - Wishing to fly - (L'ior/Yisenkar) X - There is no Candidate here - (L'ior/Dioth/Allia) X - Special Delivery - (L'ior/Cordel) - at Ista Finished X - The Grace of Pressure - (L'ior/Brishen) - at Ista
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:09 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:10 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:11 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:12 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:13 am
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