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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:38 pm
Welcome to the home of Na'uel and Rayenth!
[01] You are here
[02] The Rider
[03] The Dragon
[04] The Hatching
[05] Possessions & Pets
[06] Relationships (People)
[07] Relationships (Dragons)
[08] Roleplay Logs
[09] Reserved
[10] Reserved
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[12] Reserved
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:39 pm
The RiderCharacter Name: Nayetuel
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Clueless (Homosexual)
Craft/Rank: None yet
History: Born and raised in Arcon Hold, Nayetuel has lived an average, uneventful life. His mother raised him with his step-father, as his biological father either died or wandered off. He’s not sure, and he’s never really thought much about it- his step-father was certainly all the father he needed. Neither parent was particularly attentive, but they weren’t harsh or distant either- his mother felt that a young boy should be in his father’s keeping, and his step-father felt that the best way to handle a young boy was to let him wander around until he found something useful to do.
Nayetuel tried to learn his step-father’s craft, but he lacked the overall patience and sturdiness for Fishercraft. For a short while, he spent time in the Hold’s kitchens with his mother (because he liked bread, therefore surely he would like baking) but he was mostly just in the way, and he had no skill with ovens. The problem was, he didn’t really seem to be drawn to anything.
He drifted from activity to activity, looking for something that would stand out, growing more nervous each time he couldn’t manage to get the hang of something. He took to bringing messages back and forth within the Hold, just for something to do that he hoped would be useful. He’d help out wherever he could, but while he was generally liked, he wasn’t singled out for anything in particular.
Until he was Searched, which proved to be the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. Sheer chance had him delivering a message when a dragon and rider were visiting, and finally, someone saw some potential in him. He eagerly agreed to the chance to Stand for Impression, hoping that this, at last, might be what he was meant to do.
Image: Dolldivine.com  Description: Nayetuel is a slight young man, built small and slender, with wide grey eyes and straight black hair that falls just past his shoulders. He will never be particularly tall, nor particularly broad, and as yet, he hasn’t ever needed to shave (nor is it likely he ever will, much to his dismay). His russet-bronze skin is smooth and generally unmarked, though his hands are callused and his fingernails show signs of frequent biting. He’s certainly not classically handsome, but he has a charming smile and a sweet face.
Personality: Nayetuel is a people-pleaser at his core. Nervous, flighty, and still uncertain of what he wants to do with his life, he channels his energy into trying to keep everyone around him happy. He might not be the first to volunteer for extra work, but he’ll hover around the edges of a project in case someone decides they need something done that he knows how to do. He’s eager to show off what talents he does have, striving desperately for acceptance and acknowledgement to offset the sense that he doesn’t really excel at anything, and has never quite fit in at the Hold.
His desire to fit in makes him an easy mark for those looking for a patsy or a fall-boy, something that has occasionally gotten him into trouble that he really had very little to do with. He doesn’t make decisions well on his own, tending to dither or hesitate, so he finds himself following after type-A personalities whenever he can. He’s generally well-mannered and obedient, not given to defiance or displays of temper.
He’s not incapable of being riled or offended, but lashing out isn’t his style- he’ll hold a cold grudge, becoming sullen or snippy around those who have wronged him. He’s more easily hurt than angered, any emotional wound simply adding to his weight of anxieties.
Despite that, he does have a sense of humor, and he’s as willing to get into mischief as the next young man. He likes social gatherings, will happily drink more than is good for him, and plays cards with a better focus than he applies to... well, just about anything else. He’s willing to rise to a challenge, so he enjoys casual bets and dares, but he’s not dimwitted enough to take them to extremes- he’s got more sense than pride, and he’s okay with that.
He’s not exceptionally smart, but he’s bright enough to get by, and he likes learning new things (hoping, always, that the next new thing will be the thing he’s actually really good at). He mostly finds himself drifting, looking for someone or something to give him direction.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:39 pm
The Dragon  Dragon Name: Rayenth
Personality: Rayenth wants you to know that everything is going to turn out just fine. She wants you to know that you can come to her about anything, and she’ll be there to listen. She wants you to know that there’s always good to be found, even in a bad situation. She also wants you to know that if you mess with someone she’s responsible for, she will happily deposit you as far out to sea as she thinks you can swim.
Generally sweet-natured, Rayenth is social, but not needy. She’s happy enough to be on her own, but she welcomes company whenever it makes itself available- she’ll listen to your problems, console you through your heartbreaks, soothe you through your tempers, and talk you out of your harebrained schemes. She’s happiest in a group of other females, regardless of color, so long as there’s some cheerful gossip to be shared.
She’s not shy about interacting with people who aren’t her rider, particularly if it looks like they might need a friend- she’ll go out of her way to introduce herself to lonely Candidates just to make them feel more welcome.
She’s also fiercely protective of anyone she sees as her responsibility, which generally means anyone or anything in the Weyr, starting with her rider. She doesn’t approve of violence, but that doesn’t mean she won’t put you in your place if you misbehave. Of course, once you’ve been taught your lesson, all is forgiven, and she’ll calmly go back to whatever she was doing.
That general calm, however, does translate to a certain amount of laziness. Rayenth would rather sit and chat than do drills. It’s all far too much work, particularly when there are so very many people who could use her counsel. And she is supremely convinced that there are a very, very many who could- Rayenth knows best, and everyone ought accept that. Pointing out that arrogance isn’t a good color on any dragon will simply earn you a sniff of disdain- she’s not arrogant, she’s just right.
Why Me!? If anyone is in need of Rayenth’s guidance, it’s Nayetuel. The perpetually anxious boy needs a dose of the dragoness’s calm and acceptance. Rayenth knows this, and wants to make sure he gets it. And Nayetuel gives Rayenth someone to nurture and protect, providing her with a sense of purpose.
Nayetuel, for his part, provides the urgency and will to please that Rayenth lacks. He’s not willing to miss drill practice, no matter how good the gossip Rayenth’s found is- he’ll make sure she doesn’t allow her slothfulness to get out of hand. He acts as her driving energy while she keeps him steady.
And where they are not acting as a balance for the other, they share the same gentle good nature. They both enjoy being social, both enjoy seeing others happy and taken care of. They both want what is best for the people around them, each feeling the urge to help in their own way. Rayenth is perhaps more confident, and Nayetuel is perhaps more tactful, but at the end of the day, they both just want to feel useful and cared for.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:42 pm
The HatchingDragonflight Pern Behind her, the other green had stopped to regard the brown and her posture stiffened as the brown continued to back away. He tossed his head, flared his wings, keened. They were not good signs, and when he suddenly started burrowing into the sand as if it were a way out, he unearthed an egg nearly identical to his own that had gone unseen in the days and weeks since the eggs had been laid. With a cry of displeasure and an answering keen from the assembled dragons, the little brown vanished Between. Eirlyn blinked and sighed, pursing her lips. The largest egg in the clutch at it had gone between... but more then that, there had been an eleventh egg, a seeming twin? Feynath shook her head and murmured her own surprise, something that was sure to be echoed among the rest of the attending people. Eggs didn't often go unaccounted for, but then again, if it's buried as deeply as it was, it wasn't too surprising. Dragonflight Pern While the green was off Impressing, Eirlyn hefted her egg-breaking shovel and stepped forward, glancing first at Feynath and then Ianath. A short exchange between the two golds and the Senior gold moved out onto the Sands, positioning herself between Eirlyn and Ianath. This was something reserved for the Weyrwoman alone but breaking eggs of another's clutch sometimes caused emotions to run too high - thus the direct and unmistakable presence of Feynath. She'd been doing this for long enough to recognize when the whacking needed to begin. Those two eggs - no three, she remembered - had wiggled and moved but hadn't broken. It was worrisome, though, that of a clutch of ten there'd only been one brown and three atypicals... had the curse of the Northern Weyrs finally found a hold in Malvren? The thought was chilling as she tromped on over to the eggs and looked up at the Candidates, the shovel slung over a shoulder. "Alright! Candidates, form up and move up! You know the drill!" She waited the moment for them to reorganize themselves then swung and hit the first of the eggs with a good thwap. Something inside yelped and she shook her head as she more gingerly poked at the cracked shell of the doppleganger Desert egg. A little leg poked out, dark from the goo, and then a head and the egg broken properly with a little helpful tap. The crimson tossed its head gave the Weyrwoman an indigant look before turning its head to look the Candidates over and started, with bugles of need, to toddle towards the girls. It really seemed as though this clutch loved it girls. It was nice to see, for a change, Eirlyn figured, amused as she hefted the shovel and padded towards the Deep Ocean egg next, waiting for the Impression to be made if it was to be made. TheDevilSheIs Nayetuel watched with some interest as the next egg was broken open with a shovel, not quite having expected such a scene. When a distinctly-Crimson dragonet popped out and made her way towards the girls, he couldn't help but smile- so the little buried egg had held a secret treasure, after all. And there were two other eggs that looked like they would be receiving help. If they both held live babies, there was still time... He worried the plain fabric of his white robe, twisting it between his fingers anxiously.
Dragonflight Pern The Crimson seemed to revel in her freedom and started running towards the girls, much to Eirlyn's worry, but she squared her shoulders and watched... only to find the Crimson stumble and roll in such an awkward way that she ended up facing the boys. On her back, wings and legs all akimbo, she tilted her head as if seeing the boys for the first time then, squirming, cried out as she rolled and tried to stand and failed. She tried again and righted herself, only her stance was wobbly now, as if she'd already spent most of her energy. She bleated again and stumbled forward, wings held out at odd angles, unsure of what to do with them. TheDevilSheIs "Poor little thing," Nayetuel commented under his breath, watching the Crimson stumble after her trot and wind up all twisted around on the sand. She looked entirely confused by her position, and he had to work to stifle the urge to help her sort herself out. But they weren't supposed to approach the babies, and she'd headed toward the girls anyway- surely she'd call out to Hers, if she needed help? He hoped that there was a match for her- after the Brown that had unearthed her egg had vanished, it would be too much if she flickered away as well. Dragonflight Pern The Crimson toddled a few more steps forward before she collapsed, her cry of want and hungry quieter now. Her gem-bright gaze played over the boys and she paused, lifting her head up as she suddenly when silent. It made Eirlyn shiver and wonder if this one, too, would go Between. But... no... the Crimson forced another step then collapsed again and called out loudly, as only the young can, Nayetuel! Your Rayenth needs you!  She dropped her head to the Sands and her wings drooped. Eirlyn stepped forward then, being sure to step around the egg she'd been standing near and called to the boys, "Whomever just Impressed, get your sharding a** out here less you want to lose Yours so soon! Move!" The Weyrwoman was standing tall and imposing, authority ringing her voice. Atypicals were notoriously difficult to raise and these first few minutes were crucial. That Crimson needed food and water and warmth, now. TheDevilSheIs Nayetuel! Your Rayenth needs you!
Startled, entirely unprepared for an answer to the thought he'd only just had, Nayetuel rushed forward, the drive to help, to be useful, echoing through him before he'd even fully realized what he was doing. A good thing, too, as he heard the Weyrwoman call out- "Whomever just Impressed, get your sharding a** out here less you want to lose Yours so soon! Move!"
Oh, he was moving. He was definitely moving. He dropped to his knees in the sand beside her, reaching out a trembling hand to stroke her head. "I'm here, I'll help... Whatever you need. Always, I promise!" If there were tears starting to trace down his cheeks, well, he could hardly be blamed for that. She was beautiful, and perfect, and his, and he knew exactly where he belonged.
Very gently, he helped her back to her feet, crouched awkwardly to help support her (slight) weight as she began to walk unsteadily away from the Sands, toward the tables piled with food. He kept his pace slow, matching hers, words of encouragement and affection pouring from him in a nonsensical stream. A wave of affection poured back from the striking Crimson, and he couldn’t imagine ever being without that feeling.
And you won’t, Mine... I will take good care of you! And I know you will take good care of me. I am very hungry now, though, and very tired. I would like to eat... Can we eat with my sisters? I would like to see my sisters. They have seen more than I have, and I want them to tell me about it!
“Of course. Whatever you want,” he agreed, guiding her gently over to the table of food and settling in near to a Green. “How’s this?” At the wave of affirmation, he turned his focus to the food, cutting a few bite-sized bits and quickly feeding them to the hungry dragonet. His hungry dragonet. His Rayenth.
Hello, Illyrianth! Rayenth chirped warmly, her attention on the food, but also on the Green they'd settled near.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:44 pm
Relationships (People)
None Yet
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:47 pm
Relationships (Dragons)
None Yet
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:49 pm
Roleplay Logs[ XX] The Hatching (Open RP) [ XX] The Hatching Feast (Open RP)
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:18 pm
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