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 Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:09 pm
 Intro Here Kelvari speaks to you like "this." Kelvari speaks to Sakath like this.Sakath speaks to everyone like this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:50 am
Table of Contents Here
Rules Here
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:51 am
This is a place for Kelvari 
Character Name: Kelvari ( "Kel" to most )
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: None
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 132 lbs
Father: K'varn and Brown Alaith (NPC, age about 57)
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
History:
Sassy weyrbrat with a capital 'S' ! Has a good relationship with her dragonriding father, though she has no wish to get to know her mother. Definite daddy's girl, her only source of social discipline are the working women of the Weyr who had the rearing of her. (Barring the occasional lecture of duty to the Weyr she receives from her father.) She hasn't had anything terribly interesting happen to her as a child, but she considers her life to be one big interesting tale... so don't tell her that! She loves growing up in the Weyr, and tends to look at newcomers with a bit of disdain. Like most weyrbrats, she's grown up with the assumption that she will stand for a clutch eventually.. and tends to take it for granted. Outside candidates are generally regarded with suspicion, as she sees them as intruders.
She has helped her father and his friends scrub their dragons often, so she has a fairly decent working knowledge of dragon-lore. Her father's brown, while getting a bit long in the tooth like her father, doesn't appear to dislike her company though she is mindful not to be disrespectful.
Description:
Strong for her age, Kelvari has worked hard to foster the impression that she is not just some weak girl-child. Though possessing a round cherubic face and big blue eyes, her features are often turned into a dismissive scowl or outright mischievous grin. She's the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve, and really couldn't care less. She likes to know where she stands with people, and wrongfully assumes everyone wants to know where they stand with her.
She has long light chestnut hair, which she keeps neatly braided and in two buns at either side of her face. Her clothing choice is negligible, as she wears what has been passed down and fits well enough to be modest. 'Taylor made' is a foreign word, as even her sandals are hand-me-downs.
Personality:
Blunt, bright, and bold; Kelvari thrives on social interaction and finds herself impossibly bored when no one is around. She doesn't make friends easily, given how bluntly she points out certain things, but she does know a lot of people in the Weyr and depends on those connections. Time will tell how she'll mature, but thus far none of the adults in her life seem worried, so she is mostly allowed to carry on as is. Those who have thick skin and manage to befriend her will find a valuable comrade. Kel loves with all of her heart, and she is very giving of this passion to her family and friends. Her father, especially, receives a rather large dose of this love when he makes time to go down to the mess hall and have dinner with Kelvari once a sevenday. Kel never fails to brighten his day with her cheeky comments, even if she refers to him as 'baldy' from time to time, and he'll occasionally go to bat for her against the working women of the Weyr when those comments come back to bite her. (Not that he has a whole lot of say, but he does what he can.)
When it comes to her duties, she is punctual and efficient. She'd definitely rather be out playing, but the idea of responsibility and duty have been firmly pounded into her young head by her father and the women who raised her (probably as a counter measure to her general cheekiness.) She has a healthy fear of the head honchos of the Weyr, but her father's influence has led to her being a bit spoiled when it comes to the other adults of the Weyr. Still, she's not afraid to speak her mind, and is often reprimanded for it to little affect.
Overall, she is a young passionate kid. Like anyone, she has her up and her down moments, but life hasn't tempered her enthusiasm and ground that raw emotion down, and nor will it. She loves life and is one of those bewildering 'morning people' who rise with the sun in order to go for a run before the chores start.
Other:
- She runs every morning and usually tries to take on as many 'boy' jobs as she can. Is on par with a boy her age when it comes to strength and stamina, so she has little trouble keeping up with the traditions at Trine.
- HATES lightning.
- Growing up in the Weyr means a lot of topics are not taboo for a young girl to know, and her dad's friends thought it was funny when she was young to teach her all sorts of dirty jokes. She hasn't forgotten them, and they regret teaching her now since she uses those same jokes to embarrass them in their retirement.
- Falls asleep like clockwork at around 9pm. It is pretty much impossible to keep her up past her bedtime. Has caused some serious problems for her in the past when she was assigned night duties.
-Acquired a rather interesting green firelizard named Chanel via a surprise name-day gift from her father when he came back from a trip to a local Gather.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:52 am
This is a place for Sakath.  Name: Sakath Colour: Silver Animal: Albino Baby Alligator Personality:An unpredictable dragon with a trickster’s intent, Sakath likes to foster the illusion of a droll sort of indolence. He’s highly motivated when he puts his mind to it, but he can be exceptionally difficult to get going when he isn’t on the same page as his rider, especially if he thinks he has a better idea! Sakath is very stubborn, and it will take a lot of willpower on his rider’s part to keep him in line. All told, he would be a prime example of ‘you can lead a horse to water, but can’t make him drink.’ He also has the tendency to over exaggerate things, especially anything involving his prowess, and flatly refuses to give in to authority figures unless forced into it by his rider. Sakath loves socializing, absolutely adores it. He’s charismatic, flashy, the life of the party, provided you don’t look too deeply. He’s more concerned with telling people what they want to hear rather than being honest since you’re better able to get what you want that way. And people are more inclined to listen if you’re speaking things they already want to hear anyway. He’s occasionally deliberately misleading and manipulative, thriving on social interaction as much as he needs the spotlight. Yes, you read right – he needs the spotlight. As a silver, he’s aware that he’ll never rise to the rank Weyrleader but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make something of himself and His. And to do that, he’s going to use every ounce of charisma and savvy to do his duty. Too bad he’s not really all that genuine in those sugary compliments and interested expressions. He also has extremely high expectations of the Queen dragons and their bronze consorts, but is surprisingly relaxed towards the other colors. His natural assertiveness will likely rub a few the wrong way, but he won’t ever go out of his way to impress his will on anyone like he perceives the bronze and gold dragons do. Has been known to flirt with green dragons, but doesn’t take it beyond some mutual flattery. In freetime, Sakath can be the laziest, most oblivious beach-bum in the history of Pern. It’s free time! And that means no obligations, no socials, no posturing or preening. What it does mean, however, is a chance for him to simply just… snooze in the sun and if you have a problem with that, go throw yourself off a cliff. There’s nothing that puts this silver in a better mood then sunbathing. Nothing. He’s always active and alert afterwards and his hide is usually gleaming like a mirror from the sun soaking. Sakath can be quite the sight sunbathing, actually, as he’s quite long for a silver – not bulky, but long and wiry with trim wings. As a youngster, he will be impetuous and a bit of a wild card when it comes to his behavior, but he will soon grow out of that given careful discipline by his rider and the Weyrlingmaster. Once he reaches adulthood, Sakath's eccentricity will mostly manifest itself through socializing with other dragons, and by occasionally trying to assert himself amongst his wing. Kelvari will have to work hard to keep him in check, but she will also appreciate his natural dominant streak. She's a cheeky brat herself, and will probably teach a young Sakath all sorts of dirty jokes and sneaky pranks before it dawns on her that such things will work against them both in the long run. As a pair, maturity will bring about a great many changes, especially for Kelvari, but they should emerge as an competent and forward-thinking pair.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:57 am
This is a place for Chanel. Cause Chanel needs her own place, kthx. 
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:58 am
This is the place to read all about RP, and who been doin'it [ x ] - Getting Unsettled - Kelvari & S'kagi + Dragons [ x ] - Smaller then you, smaller then me - Kelvari & N'ymi + Dragons [ x ] - Crimson Funeral - ORP (mostly with J'iura and T'ron + Dragons) [ x ] - Beta Hatching Feast - ORP
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:09 am
This is the place where Kelvari and Sakath talk about you. Yes, You.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:10 am
This is where future wing post will be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:14 am
This is a pretty picture gallery. Ok, maybe it is mostly scribbles, but hey, gotta start somewhere right?
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:16 am
This. Is. IMPRESSIONNNNNNN.
Slasher Style. Quote: When only three of Alumanth's clutch hatched on their own, both the Weyrwoman and Brakiath rumbled questioningly. Brakiath had been able to tell with her own clutch... but it was harder to feel out among another's clutch. After a few tense moments of watching, and even a little bit of prodding from Abigail and the dull end of her egg-cracker, they pair decided it was time to resume. "Same thing as before - close ranks and keep close!" She called. Abigail had no idea what to expect from this clutch and it showed in her contemplating of which egg to break first. True duds didn't really smell all that good... but how was she to know which was which, if any? With a shrug, she hefted the tool and stood over the Windswept egg. From what she heard this one was an angry one and so... getting it done first would get it out of the way at the very least. Winding up, she swung the shovel and the resounding thwack of shovel against egg echoed. And... nothing. At least to start. A moment after the hit a hissing, rather robust silver stood out of his shell and regarded the Weyrwoman with eyes whirling bloodred. This one was both angry and hungry! Concern for the Weyrwoman flashed across the Sands until Brakiath warned the little male off. It was, perhaps, a good thing that that it was the Weyrwoman who cracked these eggs - she had the protection of the Senior Gold. Grumbling loudly, the silver turned away and headed straight for the girls. His was there and he was hungry, and and in a very bad mood. Quote: If there was ever a time to be glad for being a quiet and mostly unobserved observer, this would be the Hatching for it. Seated between his dragon's inky forelegs, J'iura had had to avert his eyes and hide his tears in Dannath's comforting presence when the little green went between. The death of a dragon struck every rider hard, but his own Dannath had come close as a hatchling... Had his egg been laid at any Weyr other then Trine or Malvern, well... best not to think about it too much. In any case, his eyes had wandered towards the Benden riders once Weyrwoman Abigail had started towards the remaining eggs with the shovel used to crack them open. He could only imagine what was going through their minds, not that he could muster much sympathy if they were feeling uneasy. After Alumanth's tragedy, he found it hard to find any sympathy for anyone in any situation from Benden. Actually, he hadn't had much sympathy for the stuck up Bendenites to begin with, though that incident had certainly made his animosity towards the older Weyr worse. Beneath his hand and back, he felt Dannath tense in reflection of his thoughts, so the slim rider sent a wordless reassurance to the black dragon while he watched the remaining green hatchling Impress, followed by a rather angry looking silver hatchling. Down on the Sands themselves, little Kelvari hadn't found much reason to be anything but completely and totally engrossed in the Hatching, so to her it felt like the entire event was ending rather quickly. She hadn't personally known any of the other candidates, at least, not outside sharing classes and dorms. Still, once everything had settled a bit and everyone was asked to form back up for the remaining eggs, she couldn't help the twinge of anticipation in her belly. Quote: The silver was hellbent on stalking through the Candidates, head low, his paced not quite measured - there was a definite hint of desperation in those toddling, shaking steps - and he snapped at one foolish girl who reached out to touch him. His teeth dug into her forearm and she screamed as he twisted his head, pulling her down onto the Sands then proceeded to walk right over her. She was not His! Tail flicking angrily, the fear of the girls was palpable as they scrambled to move away from the angry silver. Another girl fell as she ran, startling him into lashing out again, this time leaving a terrible gash in her leg. He backed away from her, growling and hissing as he flared his wings. Not his! Abigail frowned. She... had hoped this one would be irate and not so violently set on one thing - it was clear he had a rider in mind. Beyond and above, Brakiath had lifted her head to watch - if another girl went down, she would order the silver quiet but... to do so much jeopardize his life, it was something the pair wanted to avoid. Every dragon was needed, including the silvers and their ability to flame longer then even the bronzes. Quote: The silver, surprisingly enduring for an atypical, stopped when the crowds of girls kept shifting and obsuring his view and generally being everything but what he wanted. Stopping, he growled loudly as he caught a fleeting glimpse of his and his gaze locked on to where she ought to be - looking through anyone between them. With a commanding shout, he made the Impression. Kelvarimine! Your Sakath needs you!When she moved forward, as all Candidates-turned-riders did, he suddenly collapsed. He's spent nearly all his strength in his pursuit of His, it seemed. With the chaos of the silver over, the Weyrwoman sighed with relief. Medical staff had already hurried out onto the Sands and carted off the two unfortunate girls when she stepped up to the Foggy Grey egg and smacked it with the shovel.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:17 am
Some collective Weyrling Luls.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:18 am
Firestone for Silvers. Flameo hotman, flameo.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:19 am
Remembering mama Alumanth.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:23 am
Meeting Kel's papa.
(( to be written later ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:31 am
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