Post by swanzy on Sept 6, 2009 15:17:15 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Derrin
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Primarily heterosexual but has not really thought about exploring further possibilities
Rank: Wherhandler
Physical Appearance:Derrin is actually very feminine appearing, from his delicate face to the slight flare of his hips. It's like someone made a girl and erased some parts and called it a boy. His face held a delicate beauty, uncommon even in most women; with an angled heart shaped face, his forehead rounded out into a soft thin chin, his very pronounced bone structure and high cheek bones added a certain amount of regalness to his looks. Everything about him spoke of softness and vulnerability. With his ivory skin, pale watery blue eyes set under perfectly arched brows, and long blond hair, the girls that were not envious of his looks for themselves felt drawn to mother him. Derrin's skin is very vulnerable to the sun, burning more than most, whenever he spends time out in the sun, freckles will begin to dot his face like a warning signal. His full pouty lips draw attention from even straight males.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?) for Derrin, this feminine look is drawn in every line of his body, however subtle. At 5'8, he was not overtly tall and looked to be on the thin helpless side and what weight there was on him, was put to little use, boasting small, only slightly developed muscles which held no real strength to him. Even Derrin's hips, ever so slightly flare but proportionate to his shoulders seemed to proclaim his womanliness. His bones seemed as fine as his emotions and this fragile womanly appearance did not bode well for Derrin finding a mate of the opposite gender.
Personality:Derrin wanted so much to be liked, he seemed like an eager firelizard, practically panting to please others but never sure which friends he should be trying to please at the moment. He fluttered back and forth and never seemed to settle on on specific topic or 'thing' and is constantly becoming distracted with different things, he could only seem to manage to focus on one or two things at a time. Naive and trusting Derrin would almost trip over himself in order to help someone, many times it seemed he did not even realize when others are bullying him. But then again, Derrin is always tripping over himself, every few steps he was falling over himself.
Perhaps this is because Derrin seemed to walk around in a state of unawareness, he was a unconscious heart breaker of twittering girl's and boy's young hearts; with soulful blue eyes that would cry for someone else. Derrin often seemed on the verge of crying, so emotionally fragile, he could make someone feel guilty for past sins in a look. But nothing could ever overwhelm Derrin's love of drama, he loved nothing more than good juicy gossip. And like all drama queens, he loved and hated passionately, you were his best friend or his enemy for life. If a friend, Derrin had that loyal guard wher mentality, even if you teased, bullied, made his life miserable, he would love you and if he was somehow magically lifted from his unawareness to realize you made fun of him, he carried a grudge of hate against you. But he preferred to love people.
History: Derrin had lived at Blossom Hold with his Grandmother for as long as he could remember. His mother had been an incredible dragon rider (or so his Grandmother had said.) His Grandmother said a great many things. At night, right before bed she would always tell the same story. Her gnarled hands, papery soft would stroke his hair back from his face, Derrin still smiled in remembrance of her shaky timbre feeling the room in an almost sing-song fashion. His father was a low-life Journeyman whom her mother had loved desperately (there was always a note of righteousness-always.) She had always told him that he would one day be a fierce dragon rider just like his mother had been. But that was just a story.
His grandmother began realizing that he was not even a little interested in dragons early on but had refused to accept it, in many ways she was looking for a way to replace her daughter. But Derrin grew into a rather average hold brat, full of drama and gullibility, he was definitely not the perfect daughter she had been hoping for. Derrin didn't care either way, he did not even realize that his grandmother was disappointed. Often the brunt of people's jokes, he was the goofy guy that just wanted to be your friend. But blissful unawareness only works as a child. When he starting to grow up his grandmother gave him an ultimatum -choose a job at the hold or stand for candidacy. Neither one appealed overly much to Derrin, he did not "do well" with strangers, even given to stuttering a little when he was too excited or nervous.
Becoming a young man was hard for him, he always always caught between overt despair and gleeful happiness. Since his grandmother (ruler of his life) refused to even consider Journeyman, Derrin started thinking of jobs around the Hold. Not that Journeyman would have suited him, but neither did much else. Too nervous and jerky around beasts, too chattering and dramatic for dolphins, too much of everything was wrong. Learning only retained his attention for short durations, everything to him seemed overly complicated to learn. Derrin, or rather, his Grandmother desperately wanted him to become a Dragon rider but Searchriders did not even consider him in their trips there. Sera had demanded the absolute best and poor Derrin did not seem to fit their standard. His Grandmother, albeit quietly, raged over the decision, sure that Sera would have wanted Derrin if she had met him. Derrin privately did not believe this but he would not have dared say anything to his Grandmother. After the failed Searches, he sort of just, stumbled into being an apprentice for drumming. He grabbed onto the idea of being a drummer ferociously, giving all his enthusiastic sweat into learning. One thing had caught his attention-Thank Faranth. Derrin was not particularly talented but he worked hard at this job, surprising everyone with his tenacity, only surpassed for him enthusiasm for drumming.
There had been no plans of standing as a Wher candidate. None. He would be a drummer. But he just happened to end up at the Weyr one day. Who really knew why... it was just one of those strange coincidences in life. He made a trip there, his Grandmother had wanted him to get closer to the Dragons so that he would hopefully get Searched, a little unrealistic. But when he arrived, out of curiosity of why everyone was heading to the Sands, he followed, not wanting to be left out of something good. Of course Derrin had been scared at the time, Sera had demanded the absolute best for Candidates and it terrified him that he would be caught, she (through her Search riders) had not wanted him before after all but nothing traumatic happened. He snuck into the Sands as quietly as possible not wanting to get caught. Poor Derrin was so used to the happy people of Blossom that the people's attitudes struck him hard, no one seemed to like him but after living under the heavy hand of his Grandmother, he could sympathize with the people. How could Sera be worse than Grandmother... if only Derrin could realize.
Derrin watched excitedly as each Wher impressed, though he had no desire to Impress before, he began to see merit in the whole impressing thing. Immediately, he wanted one. And this idea he hung onto just a ferociously, oh he still wanted to be a drummer, but why couldn't he have a Wher? He could guard at night, it was not like he went outside a lot. And they may not be beautiful in the conventional sense, but nothing was conventional about Derrin, besides he had enough beauty for two and even if he was not deemed worthy enough for Dragons, people did not seem to hold the same awe and respect for Whers. He might be able to convince 'them' he was worthy. Surely, hopefully, maybe. Ready whole-heartedly to fall in love with His he has doggedly followed Wher handlers around, attending each hatching with pathetic hope shining bright in his eyes though he did try to keep out of the way. The very rumors of Sera terrified him and he had never met the woman even the whispers of her Daughter struck a chord of fear. Though Derrin would have all but tripped over himself to help at the slightest mentioning. In fact, Derrin could often be seen lurking in the background, hoping that if he helped her, she could convince Sera that he would be a great Wherhandler, though Sera could probably not have cared less about Derrin's personal problems.
After his Grandmother died, Derrin, though grieving moved to the Weyr as a Wher Candidate. Derrin has had a lot to catch up on with Weyr news and politics, it all seems over his head but he catches the general drift of what goes on... usually. Though he just couldn't get why he needed to know all this "Weyr business" other than to understand what he would guard one day. It was hard to understand why people had not liked Shmee or why Sera and her daughter were going crazy. It seemed the Weyr fell apart around him and Derrin for a time, floundered around uselessly, practicing drumming, shadowing Wherhandlers and lurking around lessons. Derrin tried to stay hidden, though that was not completely possible. When Sera and her daughter died, those days, were better forgotten in Derrin's opinion. So much was happening then, he was scared he would be kicked out of the Weyr, he was scared more people would die. Derrin had never minded being told what to do, he actually enjoyed it but then it seemed, that when the heavy-fist was removed, he no longer knew how to function. He had to relearn how to act, how to function with no one there, telling him. And though Derirn had stood at the last Senior Queen's Hatching, his heart had not been in it at all but it seemed the only thing to do at the time. It was at the Hatching that Derrin 'discovered' Shmee. He had heard of her, the ugly rumors and lapped up her gossip like bubbly pie but had never met her. He decided right then the 'flighty' girl would have a piece of his huge heart, even if she did not realize it. It was Benden's attack that finally seeped into his mind, the importance of knowing what was going on in the Weyr, and considering it a part of his Candidacy, has tried to catch up on Weyr news, Grandmother had never really kept him up to date on Weyr happenings and it was his job to now know. But the Benden attack on Selenitas, attacking Shmee and others, seemed so bizarre. Why would they would want to hurt Selenitas? All Derrin knew was that he hated Benden whole-heartedly after that. And it did not even matter that everyone said he should not-and would not Impress. One day, he would and each new hatching brought a new round of hopeful bliss, making him forget the painful disappointment each time. Derrin would Impress one day.
And he did...
No one was more shocked that Derrin himself that he actually Impressed at the All Hallows Wher Clutch. In fact, Derrin was probably one of the only people who was shocked because he is one of the few people personally involved with his own life story. But this Hatching was not exactly the exulting moment of victory and triumph that Derrin had imagined, that so many others had experienced. Hardly anyone will ever forget that Hatching. Except for Derrin, he has made it his mission in life to forget as much as possible of that night. He still receives that occasional look of pity and every now and then brushes up against open hostility but most of whatever grudge might have been held against Derrisk has paled and been all but forgotten in the Face of the series of tragedies that have occurred since. Shmee’s death…I mean her ‘disappearance’ was perhaps what really just pushed Derrin over the edge. Derrin’s obsessive infatuation with Shmee was well-know, long standing and just plain confusing. And with her death, Derrin withdrew from this realm of completely sanity and into the next. He now clings to the pathetic belief that she might still be alive. She was thought of as selfish, maybe she was tired of being a Weyrwoman? Or perhaps Benden took her captive again! It culd be any number of things, of which Derrin would be more than happy to list for those non-believers. Well he would… but people tend to treat Derrin… differently when he does. He has learned to simply not talk about it because even Derrisk tells him to shut up.
The the attack on the Weyr. That went over real well with Derrin. He just wanted to help. But he was so scared and kept stumbling that he was made to just get out of the way. He just wanted to hide somewhere until it was all over. But Wher handlers don't hide! That night however, the only change in Derrin was a crushing blow to his soul. The Wherhandler quarters were going up in flames just like his life was. Derrin's child like views of the world washed over this memory to, trying to blank it out. So many memories, so much pain. Derrin cannot handle this much pain in his life, he no longer knew where to turn. Meisk had been attacked, one of their very own. It wasn't a fuzzy distant picture in his mind. It was Meisk. That was the worst part. One of their very own had died in that attack. It was just too much. Derrin had actually been in the Main Hall at the time, Derrisk with him. It was far too risky for Derrisk to be running loose without Derrin there to have at least mediocre control over his vicious tendencies. But then again viciousness could have been useful. And Meira had been in there. Well, a lot of people had been in there. But it was Meira reaction was probably the worst part. Here he was, suspecting Derrisk, his very own, of many bad things. What would it have been like if it was his blue Wher? Meisk had fought so hard just to live. It didn't seem fair.
So much had happened in what seemed a very short time since he had bonded to Derrisk. More in that time than in the entire first 21 years of his life. Yet Derrin remained fundamentally Derrin, nervous and anxious. Child-like and enthusiastic in life but with the deadly changes and many attacks on the Weyr, Derrin has changed. He has become more... weird. He talks to himself sometimes. Usually Derrisk will catch it. In reaction of Derrin's loosening grasp on the reality around him, Derrisk has become painfully protective. They make quite a pair. It must be a war going on. Why else would they attack Selenitas? They must have Shmee. Maybe they even have Meisk! Of course that would explain it. And when they came for the Dragon clutch. Everything seems to make sense to Derrin. Why couldn't other people understand it? They were in a war and "they" wanted Selenita's best to start off a new Weyr. It explained everything!
Of course, if only Derrin could convince other people of this. But Derrisk has lately become so weird... it was like he was purposefully keeping Derrin away from others. So he couldn't spread the word. Maybe Derrisk was in on it too? It wasn't like he fought to help Meisk.... or tried particularly hard to help stop the seige. But even Derrin realized he needed to stop at that point. Derrisk? Coudl he even think that? Sometimes he did. But he would catch himself and force himself not to think about it. No way. After all if he lost Derrisk. Then it would be like when Meira lost Meisk. That wasn't pleasant to even watch.
Derrin is always lurking in the shadows now or in his room, thinking up possible conspiracies. Maybe Keagan wanted to be Weyrwoman and plotted this all? Derrin needs something to focus on and without a person to smother in his love, perhaps he will find someone to obsess over soon. Otherwise he may completely lose his grasp especially if there is another attack on Selenitas. Will Derrin fall in love again? Hopefully, too bad Derrin's love is almost as painful as Derrisk's bite.
Whers:
Name:Derrisk
Color:Blue
Age: 2
Physical Appearance: As looks go, Derrisk is unbelievably stunning. His body is sharp and angular, thin frame overlaid with just the right amount of muscle to add a bit of curve without making him look heavy. In fact, Derrisk is built much more like a runner than anything else, and that will no doubt be where his talents lie. Too slender and thin to fight outright, this clever blue wher will use his speed to defeat his foes, along with the aid of his overlarge wings. He is also built in a sleek fashion, body tapering gracefully from his chest, while his muzzle seems to rest a bit higher and connects much more smoothly to his forehead, angling back sharply. His tail is also quite long, though not overly so, and is perfect for balancing.
While undeniably handsome, Derrisk's coloring is, perhaps, most appealing. His hide is a bright, rich sapphire that almost seems to take on a hint of iridescence in the moonlight. This coloration is mainly solid, save for the subtle darkening on his belly and neck, though few will rarely see this, such displays often showing a subservient attitude that this particular with rarely, if ever, display. Coupled with the smoothness of his hide, Derrisk is quite handsome, stunning, even.
Personality:While an appealing wher appearance-wise, Derrisk is anything but in personality. He is a vicious creature, with an undeniable thirst for blood, and enjoys beating up on those beneath him, both in intelligence and size. His particular penchant for violence is rarely satisfied, though because of his smaller build, he can rarely get away with a face-to-face encounter. To make up for his small size, though, he is extremely intelligent, especially for a wher. Because of this, he is manipulative, and seems to enjoy causing chaos and watching it from a distance, often sidestepping the blame by feigning ignorance and the stupidity that whers are known for by many.
Derrisk seems to care little for his, but that is a farce. The only one he will ever truly like is his bonded, and while he doesn't show his affection to the faces of others, it is there. This is rare to see, though, for the blue has an apparent hatred for the higher ranking colors of his species, and dragons in general. He will rarely obey the rules of even a gold or bronze wher, going out of his way to defy them, and has even less of a platitude for dragons. In fact, he despises them vehemently, and is perhaps a bit jealous, though has translated that easily into pure hatred and malice. Overall, Derrisk is devoted only to his handler and enjoys causing pain to all others.