Post by nightingale on Jan 2, 2010 14:59:32 GMT -5
Killed In Wasteland Invasion
Name: Ke'rin (Formerly Keirin)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider | Journeyman Weaver
Physical Appearance: While it is obvious from his frame that Ke'rin will never be a titan among men, he certainly makes the most of what he has. His body is strong and athletic from long hours spent in physical training, and while is is of rather average height for a young man his age his air of self-confidence makes up for what his stature lacks. His chest and forearms are decorated with a number of scars, not the least noticeable of which is a wide band of scar tissue just bellow his collarbone where he was near-fatally stabbed during the Siege of Selenitas.
Kei has the good fortune of being a young man who looks his best when not even trying. His hair has a noticeable wave to it and his tendency to keep it cropped close to his head only enhances it's natural curl. His facial features are not exceptionally striking, but they are well averaged and come together to form a rather decent looking human being. The only feature that's really worth noting in Kei's otherwise unremarkable face would be his eyes, which are a vivid shade of icy blue that come close to resembling those of a Terran husky. They're framed with long, dark eyelashes that his older cousin frequently tells him she should have inherited from the family gene-pool, and if you catch them at the wrong angle they can seem quite startling.
He dresses himself simply but tastefully, and leans toward varying shades of brown paired with standard black and white. He knows quite a few things about tailoring, dressmaking and accessorizing thanks to his work as a weaver and the influence of his all-female family. When he puts his mind to it he can be quite the fashion plate, but for the most part he prefers to focus his attention on the more important facets of his life -like keeping Thread from destroying everything he has ever known.
Personality: While he has become quite withdrawn and cynical since his weyrling days, Kei is still an empathetic and gentle young man. It takes a lot to make him angry, so much in fact than many have come to believe that he was born without any temper to speak of. He is exceptionally patient, a trait that is only exaggerated further by his astoundingly well developed ability to hide his negative emotions. When he absolutely can't stand it anymore, he's far more likely to just walk away from conflict than turn aggressive.
He takes his position as bronzerider very seriously -perhaps too seriously- and considers it his personal responsibility to make sure that the people around him are content and getting along. His reserved and overly cautious demeanor tends has earned him the title of stick-in-the-mud among his fellow riders, and the fact that he's a borderline workaholic does not help this perception in the slightest. He is perhaps the rarest of anomalies among bronzeriders in that he is the least egotistical of men to have ever impressed, and in fact often finds himself struggling on issues of self-worth.
Ke'rin is very fond of children, and often makes it a point to spend time with the weyrbrats of Selenitas when he's had a particularly grueling day. He has an especially soft spot for weyrbrat Terilyn, and despite the fact that he cannot properly involve himself in her upbringing, he spoils her absolutely rotten every chance he gets. It's no secret that Kei would love nothing more than to have a child of his own one day, but at present it just doesn't seem that fatherhood is in the cards for him.
History:
Keirin was born in Selenitas Weyr as the result of a rather torrid love affair that followed in the wake of a green/brown mating flight. His mother, having never really been the maternal type, handed him off to her widowed younger sister Juno of Selenitas Hold as soon as he was weaned. While he did receive birthday gifts from them until their death in his eleventh turn, Kei never really grew close to his biological mother and father. As far as he was concerned, Juno was his mother, her daughters were his sisters and he loved them all dearly.
As a boy, Kei never really bothered himself with talk of dragons and threadfall. Sure, he learned the teaching ballads and memorized the old laws as the harpers bade him, but only retained what was absolutely necessary to his education. After all, what good were old stories to a weaver's son? The only threads he would ever have to worry about were the ones on his loom -or so he had thought. With the first threadfall, Kei suddenly found himself acutely aware of just how entangled his simple life was with that of the dragon riders and their Weyr.
A bluerider tracked him down in his seventeenth year, informing him that the Weyr blood in him wasn't quite as dormant has he had imagined, and that he could be a candidate if he chose. Juno was properly ecstatic when he brought the news home. Surely he would go? It was a huge honour to be searched out to serve the Weyr. Oh wouldn't his parents be so proud of him! He protested at first, but eventually his aunt's enthusiasm won him over. It certainly was a honour...and in any case, giving the Weyr a little look over couldn't hurt, could it?
Keirin decided that he liked the Weyr almost at once, and it was during his candidacy that he impressed his green fire lizard, Lamb. He was among many on the sands when Aslath's Christmas Clutch hatched. Much to the astonishment of spectators and candidates alike, the egg which they had all thought to contain a queen cracked open to reveal an enormous bronze, who promptly lumbered over to the young man and claimed him as his own. Now dubbed Ke'rin of bronze Jaymith by his mindmate, the bewildered young man began his training as a Christmas weyrling.
During his time as a weyrlingrider Kei devided his time equally between training and making nearly imperceptible and horribly awkward romantic advances on one of the greenriders in his class, Raylin. As Jaymith and his clutchmats grew to maturity, tragedy after tragedy began to strike the Weyr one after the other. Weyrwoman Shmee was murdered. Benden attacked without provocation, leaving both Jaymith and his rider with a fine collection of scars. Fort attempted to steal a clutch of dragon's eggs. Raylin gave birth to a daughter, only to be stuck down by a mysterious illness shortly thereafter. Experiancing so much death and misery has had a profoundly sobering effect of Ke'rin, and from that time he has devoted himself entirely to his training. His skill grows every day, but it's anyone's guess what's going on behind his carefully maintained facade.
Lamb
Species- Fire Lizard
Color- Green
Physical Appearance- Undoubtedly flashy by all means, this small green is definitely eye-catching, perfectly proportioned despite her small - and yes, she is incredibly small - stature, though her slightly blunted neck ridges give her a more effeminate appearance than if they'd been prominent. A long, whippy tail and arched neck are carried with a grace that comes naturally to this little one, and her wings are sometimes partially flared for even better balance - long, wide appendages, holding a kaleidescope of greens, each shade deftly flattering the next, an ocassional silver streak adding a metallic shade to the green. Her body is a brilliant shade of electric green. Her legs and the tip of her tail fade into a darker shade of the bright green. Lithe and slender of frame, she's undoubtedly the brightest of the clutch.
Personality- To this green, her attention-drawing appearance is unneeded and unwanted, for she's surprisingly shy around other flitters and people. It takes quite a lot of effort to get her to befriend some new creature, and Hers absolutely has to be there during the introduction, for this little one is incredibly clingy, seeking protection from Hers as much as is possible. Once she does get over her self-consciousness, though, she's incredibly sweet and playful, though she's highly dramatic, magnifying any negative signal to take it that she isn't liked. With a childish naivete, those who gain the adoration of this green will always have it; likewise, if they get on her bad side, in all likelihood they'll stay there.
Jaymith
Species: Dragon
Color: Bronze
Colour Code:c77826
Physical Appearance: Despite how his egg might have looked, Jaymith is no queen. In fact, his hide is almost opposite of what his golden glowing shell had predicted. It is a deep shade of a bronze that is exquisitely pristine. Not a single freckle dared to ruin the splendor of his glimmering hide. Like the egg from whence he hatched, Jaymith possesses an odd glow, similar to that of a green or gold preparing for Flight. Instead of being embarrassed by it, however, Jaymith basks in it, and it probably wouldn’t be uncommon to see him sunning to make himself glow even more. Despite how unqueenly he is and how this may be disappointing to the girls, he certainly succeeds in being an impressively colored bronze.
However, the one thing he might almost share with a queen is his massive size. Jaymith is a monster among bronzes. Though he isn’t quite the size of a queen, he is certainly on the large scale of bronze dragons. Not only that, but he is packed very well with hard muscle that he loves to flaunt to the ladies. He doesn’t need to worry about losing it, because his favorite thing to do is exercising to make sure that they stay in shape. His world would end without his glorious muscles, and one can almost see that by the way he is always sure to flex them. Because of his build, stamina is Jaymith’s strong suit; one would be hard-pressed to find a dragon that would last longer than Jaymith in Threadfall. As for speed, he’s rather slow, but he wouldn’t trade his muscles for any speed in the world. His brawn will attract everything he needs; he doesn’t need to worry about his speed.
Personality: Much like his shell suggested, Jaymith is a manly queen. In fact, he has such similar personalities to his golden counterparts that some people might even tease that he was born a wrong color. However, Jaymith would insist that he is undeniably a male. He wants to be the sole protector of the small, and at the same time, their sole ruler. Of course, he wouldn't object to a true queen, per se, but he certainly considers himself smarter and almost even an equal to them. If he ever gains dragons who look up to him, he might go so far as to ask them to call him the "Lord of the Weyr". He truly sees himself as the ultimate dragon. The only reason he ever minds queens is out of instinct, and the fact that they are the clutch-mothers. Oh, how he wishes that he could lay clutches himself so he could be honored for the royal creature that he is!
Don't get him wrong; there is absolutely nothing wrong with Jaymith. While he is extremely egotistical, he has his heart in the right place. He cares deeply for other dragons, particularly his siblings and any other dragon that is smaller or younger than he is-- which would be most dragons, actually. He wants to make sure that they are never harmed, and wants to protect them. He views his size as his calling; he is so big because he is destined to protect all the other dragons. Even queens, though they alone are larger than Jaymith, are protected carefully by this bronze. If he ever was to catch one, he would be sure to dote. Yet no matter what, he would always make sure that he would be acknowledged as the sire of the clutch.
Name: Ke'rin (Formerly Keirin)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider | Journeyman Weaver
Physical Appearance: While it is obvious from his frame that Ke'rin will never be a titan among men, he certainly makes the most of what he has. His body is strong and athletic from long hours spent in physical training, and while is is of rather average height for a young man his age his air of self-confidence makes up for what his stature lacks. His chest and forearms are decorated with a number of scars, not the least noticeable of which is a wide band of scar tissue just bellow his collarbone where he was near-fatally stabbed during the Siege of Selenitas.
Kei has the good fortune of being a young man who looks his best when not even trying. His hair has a noticeable wave to it and his tendency to keep it cropped close to his head only enhances it's natural curl. His facial features are not exceptionally striking, but they are well averaged and come together to form a rather decent looking human being. The only feature that's really worth noting in Kei's otherwise unremarkable face would be his eyes, which are a vivid shade of icy blue that come close to resembling those of a Terran husky. They're framed with long, dark eyelashes that his older cousin frequently tells him she should have inherited from the family gene-pool, and if you catch them at the wrong angle they can seem quite startling.
He dresses himself simply but tastefully, and leans toward varying shades of brown paired with standard black and white. He knows quite a few things about tailoring, dressmaking and accessorizing thanks to his work as a weaver and the influence of his all-female family. When he puts his mind to it he can be quite the fashion plate, but for the most part he prefers to focus his attention on the more important facets of his life -like keeping Thread from destroying everything he has ever known.
Personality: While he has become quite withdrawn and cynical since his weyrling days, Kei is still an empathetic and gentle young man. It takes a lot to make him angry, so much in fact than many have come to believe that he was born without any temper to speak of. He is exceptionally patient, a trait that is only exaggerated further by his astoundingly well developed ability to hide his negative emotions. When he absolutely can't stand it anymore, he's far more likely to just walk away from conflict than turn aggressive.
He takes his position as bronzerider very seriously -perhaps too seriously- and considers it his personal responsibility to make sure that the people around him are content and getting along. His reserved and overly cautious demeanor tends has earned him the title of stick-in-the-mud among his fellow riders, and the fact that he's a borderline workaholic does not help this perception in the slightest. He is perhaps the rarest of anomalies among bronzeriders in that he is the least egotistical of men to have ever impressed, and in fact often finds himself struggling on issues of self-worth.
Ke'rin is very fond of children, and often makes it a point to spend time with the weyrbrats of Selenitas when he's had a particularly grueling day. He has an especially soft spot for weyrbrat Terilyn, and despite the fact that he cannot properly involve himself in her upbringing, he spoils her absolutely rotten every chance he gets. It's no secret that Kei would love nothing more than to have a child of his own one day, but at present it just doesn't seem that fatherhood is in the cards for him.
History:
Keirin was born in Selenitas Weyr as the result of a rather torrid love affair that followed in the wake of a green/brown mating flight. His mother, having never really been the maternal type, handed him off to her widowed younger sister Juno of Selenitas Hold as soon as he was weaned. While he did receive birthday gifts from them until their death in his eleventh turn, Kei never really grew close to his biological mother and father. As far as he was concerned, Juno was his mother, her daughters were his sisters and he loved them all dearly.
As a boy, Kei never really bothered himself with talk of dragons and threadfall. Sure, he learned the teaching ballads and memorized the old laws as the harpers bade him, but only retained what was absolutely necessary to his education. After all, what good were old stories to a weaver's son? The only threads he would ever have to worry about were the ones on his loom -or so he had thought. With the first threadfall, Kei suddenly found himself acutely aware of just how entangled his simple life was with that of the dragon riders and their Weyr.
A bluerider tracked him down in his seventeenth year, informing him that the Weyr blood in him wasn't quite as dormant has he had imagined, and that he could be a candidate if he chose. Juno was properly ecstatic when he brought the news home. Surely he would go? It was a huge honour to be searched out to serve the Weyr. Oh wouldn't his parents be so proud of him! He protested at first, but eventually his aunt's enthusiasm won him over. It certainly was a honour...and in any case, giving the Weyr a little look over couldn't hurt, could it?
Keirin decided that he liked the Weyr almost at once, and it was during his candidacy that he impressed his green fire lizard, Lamb. He was among many on the sands when Aslath's Christmas Clutch hatched. Much to the astonishment of spectators and candidates alike, the egg which they had all thought to contain a queen cracked open to reveal an enormous bronze, who promptly lumbered over to the young man and claimed him as his own. Now dubbed Ke'rin of bronze Jaymith by his mindmate, the bewildered young man began his training as a Christmas weyrling.
During his time as a weyrlingrider Kei devided his time equally between training and making nearly imperceptible and horribly awkward romantic advances on one of the greenriders in his class, Raylin. As Jaymith and his clutchmats grew to maturity, tragedy after tragedy began to strike the Weyr one after the other. Weyrwoman Shmee was murdered. Benden attacked without provocation, leaving both Jaymith and his rider with a fine collection of scars. Fort attempted to steal a clutch of dragon's eggs. Raylin gave birth to a daughter, only to be stuck down by a mysterious illness shortly thereafter. Experiancing so much death and misery has had a profoundly sobering effect of Ke'rin, and from that time he has devoted himself entirely to his training. His skill grows every day, but it's anyone's guess what's going on behind his carefully maintained facade.
Lamb
Species- Fire Lizard
Color- Green
Physical Appearance- Undoubtedly flashy by all means, this small green is definitely eye-catching, perfectly proportioned despite her small - and yes, she is incredibly small - stature, though her slightly blunted neck ridges give her a more effeminate appearance than if they'd been prominent. A long, whippy tail and arched neck are carried with a grace that comes naturally to this little one, and her wings are sometimes partially flared for even better balance - long, wide appendages, holding a kaleidescope of greens, each shade deftly flattering the next, an ocassional silver streak adding a metallic shade to the green. Her body is a brilliant shade of electric green. Her legs and the tip of her tail fade into a darker shade of the bright green. Lithe and slender of frame, she's undoubtedly the brightest of the clutch.
Personality- To this green, her attention-drawing appearance is unneeded and unwanted, for she's surprisingly shy around other flitters and people. It takes quite a lot of effort to get her to befriend some new creature, and Hers absolutely has to be there during the introduction, for this little one is incredibly clingy, seeking protection from Hers as much as is possible. Once she does get over her self-consciousness, though, she's incredibly sweet and playful, though she's highly dramatic, magnifying any negative signal to take it that she isn't liked. With a childish naivete, those who gain the adoration of this green will always have it; likewise, if they get on her bad side, in all likelihood they'll stay there.
Jaymith
Species: Dragon
Color: Bronze
Colour Code:c77826
Physical Appearance: Despite how his egg might have looked, Jaymith is no queen. In fact, his hide is almost opposite of what his golden glowing shell had predicted. It is a deep shade of a bronze that is exquisitely pristine. Not a single freckle dared to ruin the splendor of his glimmering hide. Like the egg from whence he hatched, Jaymith possesses an odd glow, similar to that of a green or gold preparing for Flight. Instead of being embarrassed by it, however, Jaymith basks in it, and it probably wouldn’t be uncommon to see him sunning to make himself glow even more. Despite how unqueenly he is and how this may be disappointing to the girls, he certainly succeeds in being an impressively colored bronze.
However, the one thing he might almost share with a queen is his massive size. Jaymith is a monster among bronzes. Though he isn’t quite the size of a queen, he is certainly on the large scale of bronze dragons. Not only that, but he is packed very well with hard muscle that he loves to flaunt to the ladies. He doesn’t need to worry about losing it, because his favorite thing to do is exercising to make sure that they stay in shape. His world would end without his glorious muscles, and one can almost see that by the way he is always sure to flex them. Because of his build, stamina is Jaymith’s strong suit; one would be hard-pressed to find a dragon that would last longer than Jaymith in Threadfall. As for speed, he’s rather slow, but he wouldn’t trade his muscles for any speed in the world. His brawn will attract everything he needs; he doesn’t need to worry about his speed.
Personality: Much like his shell suggested, Jaymith is a manly queen. In fact, he has such similar personalities to his golden counterparts that some people might even tease that he was born a wrong color. However, Jaymith would insist that he is undeniably a male. He wants to be the sole protector of the small, and at the same time, their sole ruler. Of course, he wouldn't object to a true queen, per se, but he certainly considers himself smarter and almost even an equal to them. If he ever gains dragons who look up to him, he might go so far as to ask them to call him the "Lord of the Weyr". He truly sees himself as the ultimate dragon. The only reason he ever minds queens is out of instinct, and the fact that they are the clutch-mothers. Oh, how he wishes that he could lay clutches himself so he could be honored for the royal creature that he is!
Don't get him wrong; there is absolutely nothing wrong with Jaymith. While he is extremely egotistical, he has his heart in the right place. He cares deeply for other dragons, particularly his siblings and any other dragon that is smaller or younger than he is-- which would be most dragons, actually. He wants to make sure that they are never harmed, and wants to protect them. He views his size as his calling; he is so big because he is destined to protect all the other dragons. Even queens, though they alone are larger than Jaymith, are protected carefully by this bronze. If he ever was to catch one, he would be sure to dote. Yet no matter what, he would always make sure that he would be acknowledged as the sire of the clutch.
