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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:25 am
 "Danger! Mine! People here!"
"Hu? Oh. Dun'worry Fi, they're not danger. If they start messing with the place though, chase 'em off will you?"
Welcome to Fick's quarters. There are two small rooms, plus an alcove which then leads out onto the cliff tops. The alcove smells faintly of wher and often enough during the day the cause of the smell is chained up in there. The other two rooms are a tiny bedroom only big enough for a bed and some boxes of belongings, and a small living area with a few chairs and a slightly wobbly table. A door in the living area leads down into the maze of corridors that makes up the rest of the Weyr.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:28 am
Contents
1. Introduction
2. Contents
3. Fick
4. Ficksk
5. Relationships
6. Encounters
7. Personal log
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:29 am
Fick
Name: Fick
Age: 35
Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Whercraft 'journeyman'
History: Fick's parents were both miners, and from an early age he was determined to follow in their footsteps. As he grew a bit older he also found himself fancying the idea of becoming a dragon rider, but if he was a rider he couldn't be in the mines, but if he was in the mines he couldn't be a rider... Being a wher handler seemed like a fair compromise to him, and so at the age of fourteen he became an apprentice. A couple of turns later he was deemed ready, and managed to get an egg from the next gold to clutch. Before too long the shell cracked to reveal a vibrant green, to whom he blood bonded. When asked, she insisted that her name was Ficksk. What a mouthful; Fick decided to just call her Fi most of the time. Not too long after Ficksk's hatching, Fick's younger brother was born; he avoided looking after the infant as much as possible, and was glad to have a growing wher as an excuse to avoid babysitting duties.
When Fick was almost twenty-one turns old, the mines suffered a major collapse. Only quick action on the wher's part saved her and her handler from being crushed; at the first horrible creak of rock she grabbed him by the arm and yanked him forward violently. Before he even had time to cry out in shock, the tunnel behind them collapsed. The next several candle marks passed in a haze of pain and confusion for Fick; after having his arm tightly bandaged he joined in the rescue effort along with Ficksk and the rest of the community. Once all the miners were accounted for there were twenty casualties, a huge blow to the small hold, and a bigger one still to Fick; both of his parents were among the dead. While his arm healed, Fick took care of his brother as best he could but he found himself pretty incompetent, and before long the women of the hold had taken over from him. Feeling as if he'd failed on that score Fick hurried to get back to work, but quickly discovered he couldn't stand to work in the mines anymore. As the hold already had a night watch wher and wasn't big enough to support another, he requested and was subsequently granted a transfer to Malvren Weyr.
He has remained there ever since and has no desire to go home; all of his friends are at Malvren and his birthplace holds memories of his parents and his perceived failures, both of which he would rather avoid. He has developed into a reliable night watcher, but his superiors will note that he seems to lack ambition to go any further in life.
Description: Fick is brown all over; dark tan skin, straight dark brown hair worn short, and dark brown eyes. He is of fairly average height, but quite powerfully built. Not really one for fashion, on all but the most formal of occasions he'll wear comfortable, practical, hardwearing clothes in various muted hues; nothing so flash as pure black or white graces his usual wardrobe. Over all he's fairly attractive; with a good body, a strong jaw and those large dark eyes he's nice to look at but no Adonis. Notably he has an impressive set of scars on his left forearm; they look distinctly like the toothmarks of a wher. While they don't hinder him as such they do tend to ache and or itch on and off, and he can often be seen rubbing them absentmindedly if he isn't doing anything else either to sooth a current ache/itch, or just out of habit. His most common expression is a wryly amused smirk; he does enjoy watching people make prats of themselves.
Personality: Well, aren't you a special snowflake? Fick is not impressed at all by your stunning voice/pretty face/amazing speed/massive brain power. Of the basic opinion that everyone in the world is an idiot, yes himself included, this man can very often be heard giving a derisive snort, and seen rolling his eyes. This isn't to say he's an anti-social sort - quite the reverse, he's extremely gregarious - he's just never the guy telling you how great you are at dancing, or encouraging the shy thing to come out of their shell. He doesn't mean to be unkind as such, just to tell it like it is (or like he sees it anyway) which often leads him to saying things that most people would consider either rude, cruel, or both. If people take offense at his attitude, however, he really couldn't care less; people who get worked up about his opinions are clearly idiots after all, and not worth his time.
Sarcasm and dry wit come to Fick as easily as breathing; it's not often he's without a snappy observation about a person or situation when called upon, and as often as not he'll offer said observations whether he's asked or not. He's not terribly good at curbing his tongue around his superiors, either, and over the turns he has done far more punishment duties than most people, but he tends to accept extra chores with a shrug; some people just don't like hearing the truth. While this has got him a reputation as a mouthy pain in the backside it hasn't got him a reputation as trouble per se, but of course it has made sure he's not on any watch lists for early advancement or massive responsibilities. This, however, is just how Fick likes it; responsibility really isn't his thing, in fact it terrifies him. The idea of being in charge of more than himself, his wher, and their standard duties is too much for him to stomach, and he'll go to just about any lengths to avoid being left in charge of other people, especially children. Speaking of things he's frightened of, being in narrow underground tunnels rates high on the list; it takes a seriously good reason to persuade him into such places, and he'll only stay as long as is absolutely necessary and his usual cool will give way to obvious discomfort, developing into real fear if he's kept down there too long.
If he's not being asked to look after babies down mineshafts, however, Fick is a pretty tough cookie; he's difficult to startle, and very difficult to intimidate. This is partially because he knows he can hold his own in a fist fight, and partially because he's not too afraid of the consequences even if he does get into a scrap he can't win; injuries heal over time after all, and so he'd rather take a bit of a beating than back down if he thinks something is important enough. He isn't one to start fights, however, and he'll try to keep angry words from coming to blows, but when somebody swings the first punch he'll fight back until either they back off, or he's too beaten up to keep going.
In some ways Fick is still a bit of a teen at heart, mostly when it comes to his love of chasing the ladies. As a pretty good looking guy with a flare for smooth talking he has a fairly high success rate of talking girls into bed, but he has yet to have a successful long term relationship. The major reason for this is a very pressing desire to avoid the responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood; he is very happy as a bachelor without a screaming brat to deal with thanks so much, but if having something simultaneously crap and throw up on you is your idea of a good time then good luck to you.
In relation to Ficksk, Fick is not the softest of handlers. He loves her very much, sure, but plenty of herders probably love their canines too; she's there to do a job and he'll make sure she does it. When they're off duty he'll take her wishes into account, but if they conflict with his own then the green has no chance of getting her way whatsoever. In the end, however, he really does love the green and while on a day to day basis he'll put himself first every time, in a life or death situation it's Ficksk he'll think about before himself. He might treat her like little more than a well loved work beast most of the time but deep down the bond they share and her loyalty to him mean just about everything to Fick; having that connection is what held him together through the loss of his parents, and he can't imagine life without a paranoid green wher in it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:30 pm
Ficksk
Name: Ficksk
Description: Ficksk is primarily a palette of subtly different bright greens. Her markings are a very deep shade of green, and arranged thusly: almond shaped patches over the eyes points facing backwards, brindling on the legs and wing fingers, and darkened neckridges/other spine-ish bits; her claws are the same dark colour. She is around average size for a green, but more powerfully built than most. Her eyes are most often white.
Personality: Danger! Ficksk is always on the look out for it; she takes her job very seriously indeed. Not even a tunnel snake will get by on her watch, that's for sure, but it's also sure that she jump at her own shadow, and then probably try to savage it; she thought it was danger! Looking after the Weyr doesn't even occur to her, all she wants to do is look after Fick; she loves him more than she loves fresh hot blood, and she really loves fresh hot blood.
Because of her need to keep watch of everything whenever possible, Ficksk tends to take naps throughout the day rather than having one long sleep, and whilst Fick is asleep she'll hesitate to so much as blink; danger might come for him! No amount of assuring her that a place is safe will get her to change her tune, and will probably just end up causing her and whoever is trying to persuade her a great deal of stress and angst.
Ficksk's adoration of her handler makes her pretty possessive, and if Fick wants some idle chat with other humans he'll probably have to leave Ficksk behind and chained up, or after a little while she'll try to chase away whoever might be either stealing his attention from her, or dangerous; you never know where danger is hiding! The only exception to this rule are trusted trusted friends, i.e. people whose blood she has tasted. Even with these people she'll grumble if they spend candlemarks and candlemarks taking up Fick's time, but at least she won't try to bite them if they don't take the hint and move on when she starts growling at them.
Ficksk to Pernease dictionary:
Anyone who gets to know the green well might well get to recognise what different sounds mean. Somebody who doesn't know her will not automatically understand her clicks, but basics like snarl = pissed off should be obvious.
General sounds
Clicks = Curiosity
Honks = Excitement or surprise
Purrs = Happy wher
Roars = Anger
Snarls = Anger
Whimpers = Injured or scared wher
Whines = Sad/moping wher
Words
Brssk: Dragon
Brrs: Flitt
Fssk: Fick/Ficksk depending on context
Krrk: Danger
Kss: Thing
Mrrr: Food
Msk: Human
Ssk: Wher
Vrr: Yes
Vrkrk: No
Prefix/suffixes
Krrk___: Used as a prefix to mean bad/disliked
Vrr___: A prefix meaning good/likedCredit for wher dictionary idea goes to Ferret Prince
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:25 am
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