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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:24 am
Introduction Link to accepted custom reservation: A'ram. Please don't post here unless you're staff. Picture made with this.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:54 am
Contents Introduction
Contents
A'ram
History
Rath
Impression
Associates
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Credits
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:56 am
A'ram  Name: A'ram
Age: 64
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Retired Wingrider
Appearance: In his youth A'ram had a thick head of curling black hair, dark brown eyes, and a slow smile which would reveal mostly even and white teeth. His eyes are still dark brown, but his hair has mostly receded and turned grey, and his teeth have yellowed. His skin, throughout, has remained the brown color of a desert person, though age actually seems to have darkened it, despite the fact that he spends as little time outside as possible. Going outside is a big production for him, especially as he's gotten older and his muscle mass has diminished. He now goes out bundled in multiple layers of clothing, swaddled in headclothes and scarves to the point where all one sees of him are his eyes. Indoors he still wears warm clothing that he prides himself on having made for himself, utilizing his weaver skills.
In terms of build, A'ram was never the muscular sort, though he had stronger arms than one might expect from working at a loom for much of his youth. Working at a loom also gave him a tendency to hunch over, which has manifested in his old age as a pronounced stoop. The small bones of his wrists and hands often pain him, and his hands are gradually turning into claws. As a weaver this would have meant the end of his career, but as a dragonrider he can continue to fly, if it is absolutely necessary. He just has to make much-hated accommodations for his age and infirmity. Mostly he remains on the ground nowadays and makes his son and grandson do all the scampering about to care for Rath.
Personality: Very set in his ways and incredibly stubborn, A'ram is one of those people who will beat his head against a problem until he knocks himself out. He is not particularly creative, and hates when people disagree with him because his lack of creativity and stubborn nature make it very difficult for him to see anyone else's point of view. Despite his lack of creativity, A'ram is someone who will practice a thing over and over again until it is so much a part of him that to change it would require mental surgery. He doesn't do well with change at all, even minor changes like position in a wing formation.
A'ram is a very conservative man who places a great emphasis on family, which is why he was perfectly fine with defying tradition to claim his son and have a very heavy hand in his upbringing. Ever since he arrived at High Reaches, he was different, and since he considers Rath his family he has no difficulty ignoring everybody's stares and remarks, and even reprimands. He respects authority, because his upbringing supported the idea of hierarchies and some people being above others, but he also believes he has the right to respectfully disagree with it when it is wrong. And as previously stated, anything that isn't his way of thinking is wrong.
As far as work ethic goes, A'ram has one. He will work himself to death if someone doesn't stop him. He is even a little careless of Rath when he's working on something like drill formations, focusing more on perfection and endless repetition than the well-being of participants. That said, he also doesn't tend to take others' needs into consideration anyway. It isn't so much that he's selfish. He just assumes that because he's able to make himself do a thing, everyone else should be able to keep pace, or at least make an honest effort to do so. He is, by the way, scrupulously honest and despises liars. This probably goes back to his lack of creativity. He hasn't the originality to lie, and mistrusts it in others.
In keeping with his conservative upbringing, A'ram would rather die than have sex with a man, even as a result of a mating flight. It's fortunate, that being the case, that Rath has never caught a dragon belonging to a male rider, because A'ram would probably never be able to live with that sort of perversity. He tolerates it around him, but will not partake. And his son will not partake. And his grandson will not partake. Ever. He likes women well enough, but he's never really gotten attached to one. The convincing he did on himself with Karinna was very thorough, which is a bit odd, considering that he firmly believes women belong at the hearth.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:58 am
History  Born Abriram in Igen Hold, A'ram was raised in a very strict, conventional manner. In his family, everyone had a place, and everyone worked together to serve the greater good of the family. They were all weavers who specialized in carpets and rugs. His father was just shy of achieving master rank, and had been for years. His mother was content to hold no official rank, but to work dutifully at the craft. A'ram and his siblings were raised to this, with the males training in the craft as apprentices and the females learning at home, unofficially. Part of the everyone having a place was that the place of females was in the home.
When he was fifteen A'ram's father began to make arrangements for him to marry the daughter of a master weaver who also specialized in rugs. A'ram was perfectly fine with this because the girl he was betrothed to was fine looking and on the few occasions they'd met she seemed pleasant enough. Of course, she'd barely spoken, but there wasn't much need for women to speak. Because he was fifteen and basically a bunch of hormones with skin stretched over them, he convinced himself he was madly in love with Karinna, and so he was devastated when his father and hers quarreled later and the match was unmade. In a fit of temper, he left home, abandoning his studies as a weaver, and made his way to the place least like his home: the High Reaches.
A'ram did not find the cold to his liking at all, but there was work for weavers there, even if they were only apprentices who had never even achieved journeyman status. He apprenticed himself to a master weaver there, reluctant to use his father's name to gain him the apprenticeship, but not so proud to pass up an opportunity to survive. He'd been holdless in the time he'd spent transferring, and he hadn't enjoyed life on the road in the slightest. It was while he was working on his apprenticeship that he was Searched.
Four hatchings later, A'ram Impressed brown Rath and his life changed drastically. He was every bit as dutiful to the Weyr as he had been to his family, having decided that Rath was his only family now, and transferred his loyalty to him utterly. He retained the values instilled in him by his upbringing, however, and when he fathered a child in the aftermath of a mating flight that Rath did not win, he took full responsibility for the child, despite the general disapproval this earned him. His ways had always been different in the Weyr, and he wasn't about to change them. Rath didn't mind, and that was all that was important.
His son, Musil, was a bit of a disappointment as he never Impressed, but A'ram has high hopes for his grandson. In the interim, when not interfering with every aspect of his family's life, A'ram works diligently at being a dragonrider, but his very different attitudes and traditions create something of a glass ceiling for him, and so he has never risen above the rank of Wingrider. As he gets older the cold bothers his desert bones more and more, and so he devotes most of his time to training his grandson, Bashir, who he swears isn't Impressing just to be difficult.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:01 pm
Rath Name: Rath
Color: Brown
Age: 43
Appearance: At birth Rath was a rich, ruddy brown with darker shading along his back. This coloration has actually lightened over the course of his life so that now, at forty three, he is nearly a dark ginger color on his underside and a greying chocolate color along his back and wings. Size wise, Rath is standard for a brown, the only deviation from the standard for his color being that his head is, perhaps, a bit small for his body. Perhaps. Because he has had three generations of riders, whereas most dragons only have one, Rath has kept in shape well. His muscles have not grown ropey and he does not move like an arthritic. He doesn't move like a spry young thing, but even when he was a spry young thing he didn't do that unless it was demanded of him.
Personality:Rath is a creature of habit. If dragons could be obsessive compulsive, Rath would be the posterdragon for the disorder. He likes things to be Just So and becomes irritable when there are variances in his routine. In other words, he's about as flexible as his rider when it comes to new ideas. He's been like that since the moment he hatched. A grumpy old man in a clumsy dragonet's body. He and A'ram are in perfect agreement when it comes to liars and people whose opinions differ from theirs, though he and A'ram occasionally have differences of opinion, too. The main source of their disagreements is that Rath likes to show off and A'ram sternly disapproves of it, believing that it is not their place to stand out, but to fit in seamlessly.
Despite his ardent dislike for new things, Rath absolutely adores youngsters. Except when they're impertinent, of course. He will not tolerate impertinence from anyone who isn't metallic. With metallic dragons, he would never dream of disagreeing or disobeying. If he dreamed. Which is doubtful. That would require creativity, and like his rider, Rath is distinctly lacking in creativity. His idea of being creatively daring is to vary his schedule a bit. Regardless, Rath is not an unfriendly dragon, though he can be grouchy. He doesn't mind that his bondmate had his son and then his grandson practice for being dragonriders with him, and is extremely protective of those two people.
One would think that this lack of creativity would translate into a lack of appreciation for beauty, but that is not true. Whereas A'ram only sees individual parts, Rath is able to see the whole picture and sometimes share his vision with his bondmate. Of course, their interpretations might not agree, but Rath will not back down because of that. He will defend his point until he forgets it. Which will be very quickly, considering he's a brown dragon and ought to have a better memory than he does. His lack of memory makes learning new drills a particularly frustrating experience for both dragon and rider.
When it comes to mating flights, Rath is very reserved. He will rise in pursuit of greens, but he knows very well his rider's feelings on homosexual sex, even when it's incidental, and has no wish to make his rider uncomfortable He tries not to pursue dragons with riders A'ram wouldn't like, and in the event that he does end up giving chase he is often bemused by the green's erratic flight patterns and the other dragons' guile. This doesn't particularly bother him, as he is not a particularly sexual being. His bondmate's personal restraint in this area reinforces that tendency.
Why A'ram?
Well, the fact that they're as like as two peas in a pod might have something to do with it. All dragons recognize a kindred soul when they Impress, but Rath was able to do the nearly impossible and find a human who is basically him in human form. Considering how Rath feels about innovation, this was probably the most comfortable Impression he could have made, since his rider would never challenge him with uncomfortable new experiences. Rath's ability to see the broader picture and A'ram's ability to see the individual parts also work to this pair's advantage, though it's a mite unusual for a dragon to explain to his rider why a particular wing formation works, rather than the other way around.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:10 pm
Associates + indicates positive impression
o indicates neutral impression/indifference
- indicates negative impression
A'ram
Human
+ B'shir (Bashir) - Grandson. Bonded to bronze Sakneth
/////Work harder. The honor of the family depends on you.
o Tanda - Granddaughter. Creche worker.
/////As females go, not awful. At least you stay out of trouble.
o Amelia - Bonded to gold Sharath. Former excavator.
/////Sensible and polite. I approve.
Dragon
+ Rath - Brown. Mine.
/////I am thankful for every day we have together. We do honor to ourselves, our family, and our Weyr.
- Sakneth - Bronze. Bonded to B'shir.
/////You may be a bronze, but you are rude and foolish and I can't help but hope you never fly a queen.
o Sharath - Gold. Bonded to Amelia.
/////A bit persnickety, aren't you? But that's your prerogative as queen, I suppose. Just don't get above yourself.
Firelizard
- Shibra - Green. Looks to B'shir.
/////I don't even know why B'shir has you. Stupid fluttering thing.
Rath
Human
+ B'shir (Bashir) - A'ram's grandson. Bonded to bronze Sakneth.
/////You are like a second rider to me. I am so proud of you.
+ Tanda - A'ram's granddaughter.
/////I don't see you as often as I used to, but I like you and I know you like me.
o Amelia - Bonded to gold Sharath.
/////You seem well-matched with Sharath. I think.
Dragon
- Sakneth - Bronze. Bonded to B'shir.
/////You are disrespectful and not nearly as clever as you think you are. B'shir could have done better.
+ Sharath - Gold. Bonded to Amelia.
/////I respect you and your ambitions. You will do well.
Firelizard
o Shibra - Green. Looks to B'shir.
/////Tiny little green. You don't bother me.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:19 pm
Impression Four hatchings had passed and Abriram had not Impressed. He was beginning to wonder whether he was wasting his time, and whether he ought to return to his apprenticeship. He would not, of course, do so until he was deemed too old to stand at hatchings. A dragon had decided he was worthy, and he would wait until the dragonet who agreed hatched. It wasn't as though he particularly minded the chores candidates were assigned. They were necessary. He didn't mind when they were dull and repetitious. He actually liked that about them, because it allowed him to find a rhythm and a routine.
It was a pity hatchings couldn't proceed in a more orderly fashion, he thought as a particularly savage green dragonet scattered the male candidates. There was no queen egg in this clutch, and so there were few females among the candidates, but this green was not seeking a female anyway. A part of Abriram approved, since he didn't feel women belonged on fighting dragons, even during an Interval, but he could not bring himself to approve of the green's wild behavior. If she wasn't careful, she would hurt her bonded. Not to mention the hapless bystanders.
Another egg cracked open to reveal a fourth green who chirped and looked around inquiringly, seeming unaware of the shell shard that clung to her wedge-shaped head. Privately, Abriram hoped the green wasn't looking for him. He wasn't supposed to think that, he knew, but he'd been at the Weyr long enough to know how mating flights worked, and he didn't want to become a bedfellow to another man. What others did was their own business, but he wanted no part of it. The savage green Impressed to a startled young man who said her name was Mohuth. The fourth green Impressed shortly after her clutchmate to one of the female candidates, who did not announce her name. Abriram didn't envy them much.
Two more eggs began to rock, one so violently that it fell onto its side. The other seemed to rock at regular intervals, as though the dragonet inside was moving to the beat of a metronome. Abriram found his attention drawn to that one, even though the other egg was putting on a spectacular show. It had begun to roll. It stopped itself by rolling into one of the young men, at which time it burst open to reveal a small bronze who Impressed immediately to the young man he'd rolled into. Abriram watched them leave the sands with a twinge of envy, but then he returned his attention to the other egg's rhythmic rocking.
Eventually the egg cracked and a brown claw emerged. Working methodically, the dragon inside took its egg apart, and then began to walk among the male candidates. He took time to look at each young man individually, but did not linger long with any of them until he came to Abriram. He sat back on his haunches when he came to the Igen-born candidate so that he came closer to looking him in the eyes. Then he dropped onto all fours once more and Abriram heard in his head a bass voice exclaim, Thank goodness. I am relieved to have found you. I'm Rath.
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