Post by randi on Feb 16, 2008 0:38:52 GMT -5
Killed in Siege of Selenitas
Humans:
Name: L'ron
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Blueweyrling
Birth Month: December
Physical Appearance: Laron has a feminine appearance, and could easily fool most people when seen for the first time. He has a lithe body, and doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. His skin is very light, marred by a splatter of freckles that decorate his face. The only scars he bears rest on his right arm, a mark left from Fortith's Impression.
His hair is light chestnut brown, and is thick. He usually keeps it tied back into a runner tail, which the end lands between his shoulders. Locks usually manage to get loose and frame his face. His eyes are light blue, and are set a bit farther apart than the normal.
Laron is usually dressed to impress. He enjoys looking nice, and it shows. If he gets dirty, he will usually just shrug and move on, but does not intentionally go looking for messiness. He usually appears impassive, and though he may seem approachable, will often glare constantly at someone who invades him during mid-thought.
Personality: Laron is a generally unpleasant person to be around. He believes that he is right, and, in accordance with his hormones, untouchable. He sits on the highest peg, ego wise, and doesn’t believe he can be brought down. He knows that he is a jerk to anyone, other than someone in authority, who dares to disagree with him, and will argue with a severe vehemence should anyone disagree with him.
He finds no use for people who don’t use their minds, and instead rely on their looks or muscle. He does know that, as he gets older, he is likely to lose his young charm in appearance, and therefore doesn’t seem to mind, even though he is vain. He likes looking his best, and compliments will put a person in his good graces.
As easy as it is to gain his acceptance comes an easier temper, though it is mostly inside, rarely leaking to the outside except through the occasional insult or glare. Laron is an utter pessimist, and adores finding faults in others. He knows his own faults, but could care less, as they are his.
He is highly confident, and even being left standing at a few Hatchings seems to have had little affect on that. He doesn’t mind waiting, and finds that biding his time on anything makes the end result much sweeter.
History: Laron was born in Selenitas Hold to a happily married couple. He grew up the youngest of four, all boys, and learned more from his siblings than from his parents. With the over control of the Weyr at the time of his youth, his parents tried to keep them from knowing the truth. They constructed a false world in their cothold, a story which the bright-eyed boy believed. They made him feel confident, assured him that everyone held his beliefs, and that he was right.
At the age of seven, that world was slowly shredded. His eldest brother told him the truth of the world, told him that the Holds were being held in the vice-like grip of the Weyr. He constantly told the boy that once he was old enough, that he’d be miserable for the entirety of his life. Laron chose to believe his parents, but felt hurt that his brother would tell him such hurtful things in his happy, perfect life. He began noticing little things that he never had, such as his parents glaring at one another when they slipped something unacceptable, and eventually came to accept that his parents had lied to him. He loathed being lied to, and began clinging to his brothers. His parents refused to believe that he knew the truth of the “outside” world, and continued to press perfection on him.
Continuing to maintain the illusion that he was, in fact, right, and thus was right in disliking his parents. When they started insisting that he stay in instead of playing with the others in their delusion, he found himself hating them. Hating how they tried to control him. By the age of ten, he could not stand the sight of them. He and his brothers became a close knit group, though, when he hit puberty, he found himself clashing again with the group with which he was content.
His brothers could not understand his open crush on a boy. In their parents’ imaginative way of raising their children, the question had never been brought up, and thus the young ones had been unexposed to the differences in the outside. When the eldest and Laron started fighting daily, the group became less of a family than before, Laron began outright despising his brothers for their closed minds, and even fully ostracized his older brother when he got married, convinced that he had done it to spite a crush that had, long since, vanished.
Laron remained ensnared in his Hold life, and barely ever looked to a future. He lived each moment in loathing of the intolerance for freedom that his parents had and his brothers’ inability to comprehend him. Before Fath’s final clutch, Laron was Searched, and pulled out of the world he had been comfortably living, although bitterly.
His life at the Weyr was filled with general apathy. The thought of Impressing awed him, but did not humble him. He felt that the chores he did were beneath him, but did them all the same. At Benden Weyr butted into his life, unwanted, he began inquiring often about them from most people. Their lust for power sickened him, and made him nervous, as he doubted his safety should Selenitas fall to them.
When Aslath’s clutch passed without him Impressing, he was mildly upset, but refused to back down and find something else to do with his life. Going back to the Hold seemed insufferable. Without a lack of a better plan, he bided his time, waiting for the next clutch. Millieth's clutch proved to be Laron's last, a large blue pouncing him, digging his claws into the boy's arm before claiming him as His, and announcing himself as Fortith.
Dragon:
Name: Fortith
Color: Blue
Age: Newly Hatched
Appearance: If anything, Fortith is handsome, he's almost painfully so. Dark, navy blue is the coloration that seems to spread across his body like a descending darkness, while shiny flecks of almost bronze dots gently across his hide. Although these small discolorations on his nearly black hide can only be seen close up, and in the sunlight. If his daunting coloration doesn't scare someone off, than his body's build should be fair enough warning to anyone that his Blue likes to dabble in the darker arts. Thin and angled, Fortith's muscles are very light but very strong, perfect for darting around in the shadows after committing an act of violence. Although his body has a mainly lithe look to it, no one disputes that he has power behind his frame. Sharp wings, almost like that of a bat's, sprout proudly from his arched back, while his leg to body ratio is in almost perfect equilibrium.
Personality: Fortith can be described as being darker than his own hide. Ever the pessimist, Fortith refuses to see the light about any person, even his bonded. Whomever he bonds to will feel like part of their soul has become a dark cloud, and he is liable to corrupt whomever he calls his Mine. Above bringing people down off their clouds, Fortith loves causing pain, physical and mental. While he would never dare to lay a claw on his own bonded, he is not above digging into whoever dares to get in his way. By the time his Weyrling days are over, he will know the delicate places on most creatures, and will relish in their screams, live for them. While hunting for food is an entirely different game, Fortith will likely make whatever herdbeast that falls into his grasp cry until its dying breath... and then be agitated that it did not last longer.
It is likely that this blue will never find love, for to him females are just toys to be played with, as with everyone else. If hate comes first then twisted enjoyment comes up as a close second. While the only times that Fortith comes close to showing any emotion that even comes close to caring, is when he and his Mine are getting along fine with each other. The closest thing to friendship that Fortith currently has obtained is the relationship between himself and his brother Sitieth... even that is more like Master and apprentice.
Humans:
Name: L'ron
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Blueweyrling
Birth Month: December
Physical Appearance: Laron has a feminine appearance, and could easily fool most people when seen for the first time. He has a lithe body, and doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. His skin is very light, marred by a splatter of freckles that decorate his face. The only scars he bears rest on his right arm, a mark left from Fortith's Impression.
His hair is light chestnut brown, and is thick. He usually keeps it tied back into a runner tail, which the end lands between his shoulders. Locks usually manage to get loose and frame his face. His eyes are light blue, and are set a bit farther apart than the normal.
Laron is usually dressed to impress. He enjoys looking nice, and it shows. If he gets dirty, he will usually just shrug and move on, but does not intentionally go looking for messiness. He usually appears impassive, and though he may seem approachable, will often glare constantly at someone who invades him during mid-thought.
Personality: Laron is a generally unpleasant person to be around. He believes that he is right, and, in accordance with his hormones, untouchable. He sits on the highest peg, ego wise, and doesn’t believe he can be brought down. He knows that he is a jerk to anyone, other than someone in authority, who dares to disagree with him, and will argue with a severe vehemence should anyone disagree with him.
He finds no use for people who don’t use their minds, and instead rely on their looks or muscle. He does know that, as he gets older, he is likely to lose his young charm in appearance, and therefore doesn’t seem to mind, even though he is vain. He likes looking his best, and compliments will put a person in his good graces.
As easy as it is to gain his acceptance comes an easier temper, though it is mostly inside, rarely leaking to the outside except through the occasional insult or glare. Laron is an utter pessimist, and adores finding faults in others. He knows his own faults, but could care less, as they are his.
He is highly confident, and even being left standing at a few Hatchings seems to have had little affect on that. He doesn’t mind waiting, and finds that biding his time on anything makes the end result much sweeter.
History: Laron was born in Selenitas Hold to a happily married couple. He grew up the youngest of four, all boys, and learned more from his siblings than from his parents. With the over control of the Weyr at the time of his youth, his parents tried to keep them from knowing the truth. They constructed a false world in their cothold, a story which the bright-eyed boy believed. They made him feel confident, assured him that everyone held his beliefs, and that he was right.
At the age of seven, that world was slowly shredded. His eldest brother told him the truth of the world, told him that the Holds were being held in the vice-like grip of the Weyr. He constantly told the boy that once he was old enough, that he’d be miserable for the entirety of his life. Laron chose to believe his parents, but felt hurt that his brother would tell him such hurtful things in his happy, perfect life. He began noticing little things that he never had, such as his parents glaring at one another when they slipped something unacceptable, and eventually came to accept that his parents had lied to him. He loathed being lied to, and began clinging to his brothers. His parents refused to believe that he knew the truth of the “outside” world, and continued to press perfection on him.
Continuing to maintain the illusion that he was, in fact, right, and thus was right in disliking his parents. When they started insisting that he stay in instead of playing with the others in their delusion, he found himself hating them. Hating how they tried to control him. By the age of ten, he could not stand the sight of them. He and his brothers became a close knit group, though, when he hit puberty, he found himself clashing again with the group with which he was content.
His brothers could not understand his open crush on a boy. In their parents’ imaginative way of raising their children, the question had never been brought up, and thus the young ones had been unexposed to the differences in the outside. When the eldest and Laron started fighting daily, the group became less of a family than before, Laron began outright despising his brothers for their closed minds, and even fully ostracized his older brother when he got married, convinced that he had done it to spite a crush that had, long since, vanished.
Laron remained ensnared in his Hold life, and barely ever looked to a future. He lived each moment in loathing of the intolerance for freedom that his parents had and his brothers’ inability to comprehend him. Before Fath’s final clutch, Laron was Searched, and pulled out of the world he had been comfortably living, although bitterly.
His life at the Weyr was filled with general apathy. The thought of Impressing awed him, but did not humble him. He felt that the chores he did were beneath him, but did them all the same. At Benden Weyr butted into his life, unwanted, he began inquiring often about them from most people. Their lust for power sickened him, and made him nervous, as he doubted his safety should Selenitas fall to them.
When Aslath’s clutch passed without him Impressing, he was mildly upset, but refused to back down and find something else to do with his life. Going back to the Hold seemed insufferable. Without a lack of a better plan, he bided his time, waiting for the next clutch. Millieth's clutch proved to be Laron's last, a large blue pouncing him, digging his claws into the boy's arm before claiming him as His, and announcing himself as Fortith.
Dragon:
Name: Fortith
Color: Blue
Age: Newly Hatched
Appearance: If anything, Fortith is handsome, he's almost painfully so. Dark, navy blue is the coloration that seems to spread across his body like a descending darkness, while shiny flecks of almost bronze dots gently across his hide. Although these small discolorations on his nearly black hide can only be seen close up, and in the sunlight. If his daunting coloration doesn't scare someone off, than his body's build should be fair enough warning to anyone that his Blue likes to dabble in the darker arts. Thin and angled, Fortith's muscles are very light but very strong, perfect for darting around in the shadows after committing an act of violence. Although his body has a mainly lithe look to it, no one disputes that he has power behind his frame. Sharp wings, almost like that of a bat's, sprout proudly from his arched back, while his leg to body ratio is in almost perfect equilibrium.
Personality: Fortith can be described as being darker than his own hide. Ever the pessimist, Fortith refuses to see the light about any person, even his bonded. Whomever he bonds to will feel like part of their soul has become a dark cloud, and he is liable to corrupt whomever he calls his Mine. Above bringing people down off their clouds, Fortith loves causing pain, physical and mental. While he would never dare to lay a claw on his own bonded, he is not above digging into whoever dares to get in his way. By the time his Weyrling days are over, he will know the delicate places on most creatures, and will relish in their screams, live for them. While hunting for food is an entirely different game, Fortith will likely make whatever herdbeast that falls into his grasp cry until its dying breath... and then be agitated that it did not last longer.
It is likely that this blue will never find love, for to him females are just toys to be played with, as with everyone else. If hate comes first then twisted enjoyment comes up as a close second. While the only times that Fortith comes close to showing any emotion that even comes close to caring, is when he and his Mine are getting along fine with each other. The closest thing to friendship that Fortith currently has obtained is the relationship between himself and his brother Sitieth... even that is more like Master and apprentice.
