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 Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:41 pm
Character Name: Set'al (formerly Sethal)
Age: 25 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Wingrider (former Runner Apprentice)
History:
Like most Runners, Set'al was born into the craft. There are Runners in his family pretty much all the way back, and it was always expected that he would be the same, which is fine by him. He was an only child, and more than happy to follow in his parents' footsteps.
...until, while delivering a letter, he decided to watch a Hatching at Southern, and Pipith came snarling into the stands looking for him. His Weyrlinghood was something of a rollercoaster ride while he adjusted to this abrupt change and his strong-willed, ambitious dragon. Eventually, they settled into a relatively comfortable relationship and matured into Wingriders. They perform well, thanks to the bronze's fierce desire to be the best, as long as Set'al keeps him from getting carried away trying to one-up someone.
There has been, for both of them, one constant irritation in their six Turns as a pair: another bronze dragon that Pipith absolutely could not abide. No amount of persuasion from his rider could change this deep-seated hatred, which finally came to a head when a junior gold rose, and he and his rival both lost when they bumped into each other. The situation degraded into a fight, and though it was stopped before there were any serious injuries, it was much too close for comfort.
Set'al immediately opted to transfer.
Description:
Tall and lean, a good portion of Set'al's height of 6'1" is leg, making him well-suited to his former Craft. He has straight, medium-brown hair that just brushes his shoulders, expressive green eyes and a hawkish nose, and the result is handsome. He has a few scars here and there, from Thread and from fighting.
Personality:
Like any good Runner, Sethal is as trustworthy as they come. He would never have even thought of reading someone's message, much less not delivering it at all - not only would there have been serious consequences, it's just plain wrong. The only lies he ever tells are white (ask him if your hair looks okay, and the answer will always be yes), and he wants nothing whatsoever to do with getting in trouble.
The truth is, though, he doesn't always stay out of it. He has a little bit of a problem in that he's not very good at keeping track of time, and is easily distracted - a bad combination for a Runner! Urgent messages were not for Sethal; there was a good chance it wouldn't get there as quickly as it should. He doesn't mean to get sidetracked, he really doesn't, it's just so hard to say no sometimes, whether it's to himself or to someone else. An hour or two can't hurt, surely...
Set'al just cannot resist stopping to smell the flowers, as it were. Oh, you just finished making dinner and would love it if he stayed awhile? Of course he'd hang around! A pretty lady would like a little something special with her delivery? He'd be happy to oblige! You have dragons about to Hatch? No way he'd miss that kind of show!
At the rate he was going, he was going to need to shape up or find something else to do with himself. He couldn't be an Apprentice forever, but with his habit, well...his chances of ever becoming a Journeyman were slim to none.
Pipith, however, took care of that quite handily.
Set'al isn't the least bit bothered by the Atypical dragons in their new Weyr; as far as this Holdborn rider is concerned, a dragon is a dragon. If anything, he finds the other colors fascinating.
Further detail:
...his original personality is very old and basic! It does remain true, but there's quite a bit missing! Set'al, in addition to being honest but distractable, is very good-natured and good-humored, an easy person to be around and get along with. Despite turns of pushing from his dragon, he cares not at all for rank, and has long since given up the charade of trying to attain it. It is not what he wants; he is perfectly content to remain a wingrider, accountable for no one but himself.
He is well aware that, as a bronzerider, he is expected to be something better, an expectation that bothers him. In an effort to deflect it, he will often make self-deprecating references to his underachieving ways, and to his own importance in general. He does not believe himself to be better than anyone else, and one of the few things that gets under his skin are people who think they are better than others. They're all just...people. He is respectful of authority and authority figures, and though the self-important ones do bother him, he's unlikely to do anything about it unless pushed hard.
Set'al disagrees with the Revolution purely because of their methods, not because of their ideals. He has no attachment to traditional Weyr structure, but he is very attached to his friends and his new home. And to a certain goldrider.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:45 pm
 Sethal! Why were you not down with the rest of the boys? Nevermind, your Pipith has come to get you! Now let's go! We don't have time for this! I want to eat!
Name: Pipith
Age: 6 10
Colour: Bronze
Size: Very Small
Build: Average
Personality:
The first thing that you need to know about Pipith is that he's tough, tougher than any bronze ever and you better not forget it. Best described as having tiny dog syndrome, his size is something that has bothered him from the day he Hatched. He's very much on the smaller side of the scale, almost small enough to be considered a brown from afar.
Since he can't do anything about his size, he does his best to influence everything else he can get his claws into. A highly competitive individual, he almost needs to be the best just to convince himself that he's good enough to be a bronze. During Weyrling lessons, he was always the first to volunteer, even if he didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. He had to have first dibs on meat, had to be the first one up in the morning, and the first one in the lake even if he had to get up before sunrise. How far he takes his obsession with being the best depends on the hand of his rider. With Set'al to temper him and focus his energies on something more constructive, Pipith could in time become a strong, well-rounded dragon, but it's a work in progress. Most of the time, their relationship is a friendly tug-of-war between their respective desires.
As hard as he is on both his rider and himself, Set'al understands that for the most part Pipith's all bark and no bite. Pipith needs his rider to be both his confidant and his support, especially in times of trial. This bronze does not take losing well.
Pipith makes sure to participate in every Flight ever, whether it be green, gold, crimson, or even a stray blue (hey, he looked a little green from afar okay?). It is his desire to one day become Weyrleader, and he's taking Set'al along for the ride whether he likes it or not.
Much like his rider, Pipith doesn't mind moving in with Atypical dragons. Crimsons just mean more females to be chased, and since the rest - being infertile - aren't potential competition, he accepts them without issue.
Why me?
Sethal definitely needs to shape up and—SETHAL PAY ATTENTION. This is no time to be getting distracted! What Pipith saw was a boy he could grab a hold of and make into something. Being an apprentice put the boy at the bottom of the totem pole, so to speak, which is something that this bronze can understand. While Sethal may not have the proper ambition to drive himself up to the top, Pipith certainly has enough for both of them, and he will make sure they make something of themselves. Sethal may also find that his calmer, more easygoing temperament can in time soothe the snarling Pipith, who needs a rider to show him there's more to life than competition. In return, the bronze will make sure his rider doesn't spend too much time getting waylaid. They have work to do, after all.
Though they may butt heads in the beginning, Pipith chose a rider that he could put his absolute faith in. Sethal's honest and trustworthy nature was what sealed the deal for this bronze. They may not agree on the best way to get to the end goal, but at least at the end of the day they'll still be together as one.
Other: Pipith is a conversion from DRoP, and based on a hoary marmot.
The hoary marmot (Marmota caligata) is a species of marmot that inhabits the mountains of northwest North America. The largest populations are in Alaska. Hoary marmots live near the tree line on slopes with grasses and forbs to eat and rocky areas for cover. It is the largest North American ground squirrel and is often nicknamed "the whistler" for its high-pitched warning issued to alert other members of the colony to possible danger. The animals are sometimes called "whistle pigs." Whistler, British Columbia, originally London Mountain because of its heavy fogs and rain, was renamed for these animals to help make it more marketable as a resort.
The "hoary" in their name refers to the silver-grey fur on their shoulders and upper back; the remainder of the upper parts are mainly covered in reddish brown fur. The underparts are greyish. They have a white patch on the muzzle and black feet and lower legs.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 4:59 pm
Time-Rider Meta
'Oops' did not begin to cover it. Despite their training and Pipith's confidence, Set'al and his dragon did not get their jump right. There were some small things to be grateful for, as they came out from between in the air, air that was clear of thread. But not entirely clear, because they unfortunate enough to pop out into a storm. Between that circumstance and the fact that he'd failed, the little bronze was a desperate mess as he descended. It was dangerous, and awful, and most of all (for him, anyway) embarrassing!
Still, the situation being what it was, it was understandable that the pair would botch their landing a little. Their chosen spot turned out to be rocky, and Pipith gashed one of his back feet on a particularly sharp rock. Not an awful injury by any means, but unpleasant - and one to be careful of, because infection could easily make it worse. And, again, it was embarrassing. Getting Lost and hurt was terrible for the proud dragon's image, and he sulked terribly while they found shelter and waited out the storm.
Then Set'al cleaned up the cut as best he could, and they tried the jump again - successfully, this time.
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