Post by Ember on Sept 26, 2010 14:16:38 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake plot
Humans:
Name: R'ril (ruh - RILL)
Age: 28 (April 2988)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Greenrider
Physical Appearance: R'ril has quite a unique face in the fact that every single emotion he shows seems to completely change his face. He can show one of the brightest smiles or one of the darkest frowns. His versatile expressions can also make it hard to read him if he chooses to hide his feelings. That bright smile has been perfected into a mask, just as the other expression have. The smile is the more common of expressions and is often present even when he's taunting someone or in a fight. Kind of hard to tell if he's just showing the smile for the sake of it, or if he is actually enjoying the fight....
He has dark brown hair that just barely brushed his shoulders. It's naturally somewhat wavy but he prefers it straight and usually spends some time straightening it. He has gold-brown eyes that are usually accurately unreadable. He has somewhat thick eyebrows and full lips. All in all, a charming man with a hint of boy-ish charm in his features. His body is thin with a sort of wiry strength in his muscles. He's on the short end of the spectrum, standing at 5'6 only. He is rediculously flexible and tends to be found in odd positions when 'relaxing.'
His clothing largely consists of blues and dark greens - favourite colours of his - that fit loosely on the bottom but are typically tight on his chest. His small muscles are quite effectively shown to be there. His ears are pierced and he generally wears simple loops or studs in them. He wears mostly long sleeve shirts to hide the many, many scars on his arms and body. The marks gifted to him are seen as precious and must not be shown to just everyone.
Personality: R'ril is an odd person to be sure. To him, pain equates to affection, even love. However, pain inflicted by himself does nothing to satisfy him so he is openly antagonistic to all in hopes of getting them to retaliate. Verbal or physical doesn't make a difference to him. Anyone who provides him with sufficient pain is sought out again and again to provide more. To let them hurt him more than once is his show of affection towards others. If he hurts someone in return...well that's a sign that he dislikes them.
R'ril is surprisingly stable when he has had recent abuse. Calm, collected, even somewhat nice. Like a junkie missing his favourite drug, if he goes without pain for too long, he becomes increasingly unstable and starts lashing out. He is at his sweetest when he's being abused and at his worst when no one has so much as snapped at him for too long. His masochistic side is kept quiet. It's not exactly a secret but he doesn't go around outright asking for people to hurt him. Affection has to be earned, after all.
Kindness is something R'ril is highly unaccustomed to. He's like a curious little kid when someone shows him kindness. He'll ask why they're being nice to him and then generally try and provoke them into hurting him to repay them with his own version of kindness. This is a bit of a good sign to show that R'ril was not initially meant to be a bad guy. Benden has warped him into something he was not and has left him searching for attention in all the wrong ways.
History:
Birth and Early Turns (2988-3000)
Amraril was born in Benden Weyr to a pair of blueriders, Pindamra and Wak'il. His father had no place in his life as he'd gotten young Pindamra pregnant when she'd accidentally ventured too close to the flightrooms. She was forced to carry Amraril to term due to her blue being injured. She was frequently abused and it was rare not to have her take it out on her own unwanted son. Despite the beatings and harsh words that increased in frequency after the war began, Amraril loved his mother and never made a move to stop her or scream out in protest.
Candidacy (3000-3003)
When Amraril was twelve turns old, he entered candidacy and met others his own age. He'd spent his early turns mostly in and around his mother's weyr; forming normal connections with others was decidedly weird for him. He passed his time going through hatching after hatching only to be left standing. The only real thing of note in his candidacy was when Zerves joined their ranks and began to play with the other boys. Amraril kept his distance from the boy though he found him interesting. In his third turn of candidacy he finally Impressed to Hisalyth, the very same hatching that Zerves Impressed at.
Benden and Wasteland Weyrs (3003-3016)
The newly renamed R'ril became who he is now largely because he had his first proper encounter with Z'ves during weyrlinghood. With the bluerider befriending him and then breaking him, suddenly all the abuse he took both from his mother and his own dragon made sense. Them abusing him was them proving they loved him back just as much as he loved them. Clearly Z'ves loved him in some way too. Such became his way of thinking and he became starved for attention in that form. Benden's environment was idealistic for him. e joined the fighting wings upon graduation and happily served C'leon until his death.
When J'lorin came in and took over, R'ril found his way out in the form of Wasteland Weyr. He couldn't stand being under J'lorin since Fort had taken so many of his 'family' and were quietly taking care of even more of them via J'lorin. He bided his time in Wasteland under Ja'kin's rule before they finally decided to take Selenitas Weyr and use it to their advantage. The take over was an easy success, despite a small group managing to get away, and so began the militarizing of the easygoing southern weyr.
Selenitas Weyr (3016-present)
There were a couple of surprises at Selenitas Weyr for R'ril. The first came in the form of loveably digusting green salamandyr he affectionately named Pookie. Then there were the bold tithe thefts he knew to be the fault of the Selenitas runaways and the Gather incident. Though he suffered more withdrawls from the lack of significant violence from the natives he also found them to be an interesting bunch. He was surprised and considerably pissed off by Z'ves's death. Poisoned, somehow. Still, the bluerider's death meant nothing to his beloved Hisalyth being blinded in Flight. What would their role be after the scratches healed but the damage did not?
Dragon:
Name: Hisalyth (HE- sah - lith)
Color: Green (0A3312)
Age: 13 (March 3003)
Physical Appearance: Hisalyth is a large green. She is easily the size of small blues. She's not the prettiest of greens either. For a green she's quite muscular and has harsh looking features. The combination makes her look decidedly masculine in appearance. Her wings are, thankfully, overly large if one doesn't consider the bulk of muscle on her frame. They're fully capable of lifting her considerable weight. The muscle makes her seem a bit fat at a distance but when one approaches it is quite easy to see that she is fully capable of doing serious injury if anyone says that directly to her. There are harsh scars on her face, trailing over her eyes. The attack that caused both them and her blindness occured during an attack whilst in Flight.
Hisalyth a very rich dark shade of forest green. She has darker, almost black, 'socks' on her paws that extend no further than the 'wrist' or 'ankle.' It also looks like her nose and the tip of her tail have been dipped in almost-black green paint as well. She has no other markings or shades to speak of, making her natural colouring a bit plain, especially to the casual eye. Here and there along her length are silvery scars that make a sharp contrast with her dark colouring and add more interest to her form. She dislikes the blemishes on her perfect hide and is quick to anger if they are brought up.
As imagined, this green is wickedly strong for her colour. Don't bother asking her to show off though. She's considerably happier trying to offset her appearance by lounging about gracefully. Neck arched proudly, wings folded on her back gracefully, even going so far as to cross her front paws so as to better fit the image of a green in her mind. She also has considerable endurance at the cost of her colours trademark speed. She'll never be as fast as the other greens or even a lot of blues but she's willing to bet she can overpower them.
Personality: Hisalyth has never been the nicest of dragons. She is extremely blunt and likes to insult others when she is bored. She rarely actually likes anyone and spends most of her time alone. This gets boring however, hence why she'll occasionally seek out others. She's very adept at pointing out the obvious. She also likes to share the status of others she sees and hears - true or not - with all nearby. She's not shy with her mindspeech. She has moments of seeming kindness randomly inserted into conversations for her own amusement.
Her relationship with R'ril is extremely one sided. She is his master and he tends to like it this way. She is quite happy to insult Hers mercilessly. He enjoys it, so why not? One thing she will never do, however, is physically hurt him. In her own strange way she does love him and doesn't wish to see him completely destroyed. At least, not by her own claws. She won't lift a paw to help him in trouble he causes as much because he doesn't want her to as because she doesn't care to.
Despite her catty disposition, she prefers not to fight. It is beneath her to do such. Arrogant? Most definitely. In fights she is quite happy to hang back behind allies and wait for an opportunity to do the most damage. She's not afraid to hurt her so-called allies in the process either. To summarize her in two words she is unpredictable and uncontrolled. At least, this is how she appears to others. To her everything she does is done for a reason. What reason? She doesn't know either, she just claims that she has one.
Salamandyr:
Name: Pookie
Age: 1 (October 3015)
Color: Green (665500)
Physical Appearance: This little one is, without a doubt, one of the ugliest creatures ever to grace Pern. In addition, she quite simply is just so emaciated in appearance that people can’t help but wonder how she even managed to break shell, much less live more than a few hours. Her little twig legs are practically useless, flailing a bit as she moves and only capable of helping direct her writhings over the ground. She’s actually rather long for a green, though, and would appear even longer if her tail didn’t insist on breaking off at the slightest provocation the moment it gets any real length. Every bone in her body is readily visible, her hide stretched tight over her skeleton.
The stick-like creature doesn’t get the benefit of pretty coloring, either. Quite frankly, she’d camouflage well in a pile of dung. Her mottled dark brown/green coloring is, without a doubt, atrocious. She has no real markings, either. Curiously, her ‘wings’ lack membranes, of course making it impossible to so much as glide. The frill isn’t much better, though at least material stretches between the tines. It is a sickly yellow-green hue.
Personality: The most noticeable trait of this green is that she is always hungry. Anything remotely edible will be gobbled up at the first opportunity. If she hasn’t eaten recently enough - within the last quarter candlemark, in other words - the green begins plotting on how best to eat the creatures moving around her. She’s too slight to overpower them, but she’s a clever little beast, and can often figure out ways to make them helpless so she can sate her undying hunger. And if there are no creatures around that she can reasonably overwhelm? Well, isn’t that what Hers is for? Providing for her every need? He tastes so sweet, too.
In the rare moments when she’s satisfied her belly - no she doesn’t eat to the point of vomiting, that’s just disgusting - the green tends to mope about her ugliness and how difficult it is for her to get around. She never has a kind word to say to anyone, even when she’s trying to be nice. And yes, she does try on occasion, especially with Hers. But either her stomach is hurting terribly or her poor underdeveloped muscles are paining her. That or she just was insulted by some creature noticing how ugly she is (real or imagined). At any rate, she has to take out her pain and hurt on someone, and it almost always ends up being Hers. Not that she’s discriminating. The insults and yes, sarcastic comments are free for everyone to enjoy.
Perhaps because of her sense of inadequacy regarding her appearance, this green never Runs. No, she only chases one green, in fact. The Death Green’s peculiar habits during Runs are particularly suited to this green’s tastes, and as a result she’s always around to see the end of one of her Runs. In fact, the two greens care for each other so strongly that they can sense when the other is in danger, and will spur Theirs to help.
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Humans:
Name: R'ril (ruh - RILL)
Age: 28 (April 2988)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Greenrider
Physical Appearance: R'ril has quite a unique face in the fact that every single emotion he shows seems to completely change his face. He can show one of the brightest smiles or one of the darkest frowns. His versatile expressions can also make it hard to read him if he chooses to hide his feelings. That bright smile has been perfected into a mask, just as the other expression have. The smile is the more common of expressions and is often present even when he's taunting someone or in a fight. Kind of hard to tell if he's just showing the smile for the sake of it, or if he is actually enjoying the fight....
He has dark brown hair that just barely brushed his shoulders. It's naturally somewhat wavy but he prefers it straight and usually spends some time straightening it. He has gold-brown eyes that are usually accurately unreadable. He has somewhat thick eyebrows and full lips. All in all, a charming man with a hint of boy-ish charm in his features. His body is thin with a sort of wiry strength in his muscles. He's on the short end of the spectrum, standing at 5'6 only. He is rediculously flexible and tends to be found in odd positions when 'relaxing.'
His clothing largely consists of blues and dark greens - favourite colours of his - that fit loosely on the bottom but are typically tight on his chest. His small muscles are quite effectively shown to be there. His ears are pierced and he generally wears simple loops or studs in them. He wears mostly long sleeve shirts to hide the many, many scars on his arms and body. The marks gifted to him are seen as precious and must not be shown to just everyone.
Personality: R'ril is an odd person to be sure. To him, pain equates to affection, even love. However, pain inflicted by himself does nothing to satisfy him so he is openly antagonistic to all in hopes of getting them to retaliate. Verbal or physical doesn't make a difference to him. Anyone who provides him with sufficient pain is sought out again and again to provide more. To let them hurt him more than once is his show of affection towards others. If he hurts someone in return...well that's a sign that he dislikes them.
R'ril is surprisingly stable when he has had recent abuse. Calm, collected, even somewhat nice. Like a junkie missing his favourite drug, if he goes without pain for too long, he becomes increasingly unstable and starts lashing out. He is at his sweetest when he's being abused and at his worst when no one has so much as snapped at him for too long. His masochistic side is kept quiet. It's not exactly a secret but he doesn't go around outright asking for people to hurt him. Affection has to be earned, after all.
Kindness is something R'ril is highly unaccustomed to. He's like a curious little kid when someone shows him kindness. He'll ask why they're being nice to him and then generally try and provoke them into hurting him to repay them with his own version of kindness. This is a bit of a good sign to show that R'ril was not initially meant to be a bad guy. Benden has warped him into something he was not and has left him searching for attention in all the wrong ways.
History:
Birth and Early Turns (2988-3000)
Amraril was born in Benden Weyr to a pair of blueriders, Pindamra and Wak'il. His father had no place in his life as he'd gotten young Pindamra pregnant when she'd accidentally ventured too close to the flightrooms. She was forced to carry Amraril to term due to her blue being injured. She was frequently abused and it was rare not to have her take it out on her own unwanted son. Despite the beatings and harsh words that increased in frequency after the war began, Amraril loved his mother and never made a move to stop her or scream out in protest.
Candidacy (3000-3003)
When Amraril was twelve turns old, he entered candidacy and met others his own age. He'd spent his early turns mostly in and around his mother's weyr; forming normal connections with others was decidedly weird for him. He passed his time going through hatching after hatching only to be left standing. The only real thing of note in his candidacy was when Zerves joined their ranks and began to play with the other boys. Amraril kept his distance from the boy though he found him interesting. In his third turn of candidacy he finally Impressed to Hisalyth, the very same hatching that Zerves Impressed at.
Benden and Wasteland Weyrs (3003-3016)
The newly renamed R'ril became who he is now largely because he had his first proper encounter with Z'ves during weyrlinghood. With the bluerider befriending him and then breaking him, suddenly all the abuse he took both from his mother and his own dragon made sense. Them abusing him was them proving they loved him back just as much as he loved them. Clearly Z'ves loved him in some way too. Such became his way of thinking and he became starved for attention in that form. Benden's environment was idealistic for him. e joined the fighting wings upon graduation and happily served C'leon until his death.
When J'lorin came in and took over, R'ril found his way out in the form of Wasteland Weyr. He couldn't stand being under J'lorin since Fort had taken so many of his 'family' and were quietly taking care of even more of them via J'lorin. He bided his time in Wasteland under Ja'kin's rule before they finally decided to take Selenitas Weyr and use it to their advantage. The take over was an easy success, despite a small group managing to get away, and so began the militarizing of the easygoing southern weyr.
Selenitas Weyr (3016-present)
There were a couple of surprises at Selenitas Weyr for R'ril. The first came in the form of loveably digusting green salamandyr he affectionately named Pookie. Then there were the bold tithe thefts he knew to be the fault of the Selenitas runaways and the Gather incident. Though he suffered more withdrawls from the lack of significant violence from the natives he also found them to be an interesting bunch. He was surprised and considerably pissed off by Z'ves's death. Poisoned, somehow. Still, the bluerider's death meant nothing to his beloved Hisalyth being blinded in Flight. What would their role be after the scratches healed but the damage did not?
Dragon:
Name: Hisalyth (HE- sah - lith)
Color: Green (0A3312)
Age: 13 (March 3003)
Physical Appearance: Hisalyth is a large green. She is easily the size of small blues. She's not the prettiest of greens either. For a green she's quite muscular and has harsh looking features. The combination makes her look decidedly masculine in appearance. Her wings are, thankfully, overly large if one doesn't consider the bulk of muscle on her frame. They're fully capable of lifting her considerable weight. The muscle makes her seem a bit fat at a distance but when one approaches it is quite easy to see that she is fully capable of doing serious injury if anyone says that directly to her. There are harsh scars on her face, trailing over her eyes. The attack that caused both them and her blindness occured during an attack whilst in Flight.
Hisalyth a very rich dark shade of forest green. She has darker, almost black, 'socks' on her paws that extend no further than the 'wrist' or 'ankle.' It also looks like her nose and the tip of her tail have been dipped in almost-black green paint as well. She has no other markings or shades to speak of, making her natural colouring a bit plain, especially to the casual eye. Here and there along her length are silvery scars that make a sharp contrast with her dark colouring and add more interest to her form. She dislikes the blemishes on her perfect hide and is quick to anger if they are brought up.
As imagined, this green is wickedly strong for her colour. Don't bother asking her to show off though. She's considerably happier trying to offset her appearance by lounging about gracefully. Neck arched proudly, wings folded on her back gracefully, even going so far as to cross her front paws so as to better fit the image of a green in her mind. She also has considerable endurance at the cost of her colours trademark speed. She'll never be as fast as the other greens or even a lot of blues but she's willing to bet she can overpower them.
Personality: Hisalyth has never been the nicest of dragons. She is extremely blunt and likes to insult others when she is bored. She rarely actually likes anyone and spends most of her time alone. This gets boring however, hence why she'll occasionally seek out others. She's very adept at pointing out the obvious. She also likes to share the status of others she sees and hears - true or not - with all nearby. She's not shy with her mindspeech. She has moments of seeming kindness randomly inserted into conversations for her own amusement.
Her relationship with R'ril is extremely one sided. She is his master and he tends to like it this way. She is quite happy to insult Hers mercilessly. He enjoys it, so why not? One thing she will never do, however, is physically hurt him. In her own strange way she does love him and doesn't wish to see him completely destroyed. At least, not by her own claws. She won't lift a paw to help him in trouble he causes as much because he doesn't want her to as because she doesn't care to.
Despite her catty disposition, she prefers not to fight. It is beneath her to do such. Arrogant? Most definitely. In fights she is quite happy to hang back behind allies and wait for an opportunity to do the most damage. She's not afraid to hurt her so-called allies in the process either. To summarize her in two words she is unpredictable and uncontrolled. At least, this is how she appears to others. To her everything she does is done for a reason. What reason? She doesn't know either, she just claims that she has one.
Salamandyr:
Name: Pookie
Age: 1 (October 3015)
Color: Green (665500)
Physical Appearance: This little one is, without a doubt, one of the ugliest creatures ever to grace Pern. In addition, she quite simply is just so emaciated in appearance that people can’t help but wonder how she even managed to break shell, much less live more than a few hours. Her little twig legs are practically useless, flailing a bit as she moves and only capable of helping direct her writhings over the ground. She’s actually rather long for a green, though, and would appear even longer if her tail didn’t insist on breaking off at the slightest provocation the moment it gets any real length. Every bone in her body is readily visible, her hide stretched tight over her skeleton.
The stick-like creature doesn’t get the benefit of pretty coloring, either. Quite frankly, she’d camouflage well in a pile of dung. Her mottled dark brown/green coloring is, without a doubt, atrocious. She has no real markings, either. Curiously, her ‘wings’ lack membranes, of course making it impossible to so much as glide. The frill isn’t much better, though at least material stretches between the tines. It is a sickly yellow-green hue.
Personality: The most noticeable trait of this green is that she is always hungry. Anything remotely edible will be gobbled up at the first opportunity. If she hasn’t eaten recently enough - within the last quarter candlemark, in other words - the green begins plotting on how best to eat the creatures moving around her. She’s too slight to overpower them, but she’s a clever little beast, and can often figure out ways to make them helpless so she can sate her undying hunger. And if there are no creatures around that she can reasonably overwhelm? Well, isn’t that what Hers is for? Providing for her every need? He tastes so sweet, too.
In the rare moments when she’s satisfied her belly - no she doesn’t eat to the point of vomiting, that’s just disgusting - the green tends to mope about her ugliness and how difficult it is for her to get around. She never has a kind word to say to anyone, even when she’s trying to be nice. And yes, she does try on occasion, especially with Hers. But either her stomach is hurting terribly or her poor underdeveloped muscles are paining her. That or she just was insulted by some creature noticing how ugly she is (real or imagined). At any rate, she has to take out her pain and hurt on someone, and it almost always ends up being Hers. Not that she’s discriminating. The insults and yes, sarcastic comments are free for everyone to enjoy.
Perhaps because of her sense of inadequacy regarding her appearance, this green never Runs. No, she only chases one green, in fact. The Death Green’s peculiar habits during Runs are particularly suited to this green’s tastes, and as a result she’s always around to see the end of one of her Runs. In fact, the two greens care for each other so strongly that they can sense when the other is in danger, and will spur Theirs to help.
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