Post by hrsegrl on Dec 13, 2010 23:49:12 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name: Denvaril (previously D’ril of Green Chipth)
Age: 17 (April 2998)
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: Are you hot? (Pansexual)
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
(Face Claim: James Franco)
He is not so tall for a young man on Pern, standing about one inch under six feet tall. Denvaril is a wiry youth with an athletic build. By no means is he bulky however he does keep in shape and has the body of someone who takes care of himself. He eats well, so his pores are clear and he is always well hydrated. Lately working out has been off the agenda but soon he will be able to take on his usual run in the morning.
Dark brown eyes are the draw of his face. Expressive, large and hinting at the charming soul behind them, his eyes while considered “boring” in color are nothing of the kind. His eyes are framed by long dark brown eyelashes that any girl would love to have, though he feels a bit awkward about them. His brows are middling thick and straight until they reach the outer corners of his eyes wherein they slant downward slightly. His seemingly dark expression is often made less so with his well shaped lips and high cheekbones.
When he smiles, dimples are visible on either side of his face. He is prone to smirking which can either come across as mirthful or contemplative. This may have something to do with how his lips correlate with the expression in his eyes. As with most humans, Denvarin feels that if he could change one thing about his face, it would be his nose. Its not that his nose is large, its not particularly so. Nor is it very wide. Still it sits there in the middle of his face and is as he sees it, flawed. Working downward some more, his face is characterized by a slightly indented chin.
Denvarin's hair, much like the color of his eyes, is cut to a short hair style with more hair on the top than on the sides and no where is his hair completely shaved to his head. The curls in his hair are less pronounced than in his mother or sister though they both have ringlet type curls. He takes pride in how he looks and what he wears. He would not be caught dead wearing something that was unacceptable or mismatched. At times his face can be a little scruffy but he quickly remedies that with a shave. While he cannot necessarily afford the best clothing, he does his darnedest not to look like a mess.
Personality:
Pre-Chipth Persona:
Denvaril's first few Turns showed his true character quite quickly. He was a loud, boisterous child who feared nothing. Even after nearly drowning in the Bathing pools he never did shirk from jumping into the water. His courage in the face of danger was something that his mother always remarked upon and admired. He was very much his mother's golden boy. He could do no wrong although he more often than not was doing wrong. Something about those dimples and his charming albeit cavalier attitude toward people and life.
He was always of the belief that he could do anything. Nothing could touch him. Invincible, strong, intelligent! He could choose whom he wanted to befriend and who he didn't and think nothing of the way he judged people around him. If they expected him to care, they must have been disillusioned. Denvaril let opportunities to apprentice pass him by in the hopes of fulfilling his dream. The same dream that any number of Weyrbrats has. To be a dragonrider.
Although he thought himself special there was always someone to bring him out of the clouds and back to reality. Not prone to dreamer qualities, he is known to be rather realistic in everything other than this dragonrider fantasy. (post Chipth will change this) An optimist, he can see the light in every situation. No matter how grim, no matter how dire, he knows the light is there.
Denvarin would never admit that he was anything but a congenial, charming and chivalric person. He is more than a little arrogant, quick to anger and quick to judge others. His determination and fearlessness, led him to situations even as a child that could have gotten him killed. He regrets nothing of his past until...
Post Chipth
Impression changes a person. No matter what anyone could ever tell Denvaril about how life would go on. He is still less fearful than the average person though now he listens a little more to caution as he never had before. His eyes, once light with the dream in his heart were now a little dull. He could still be charming when forced and more often than not he was.
His determination grew and he felt himself raging within for what had been done. His chivalric side might be greater now than before. Denvarin no longer looks to the future with such strong optimism. Some days he can still see that there is good in the world and others, well they aren't as easy to get through.
He does still judge people upon first meeting for he knew not to trust those Wastelanders and look what had happened. Intuition, even his own flawed intuition was better to hold to than the empty promises of other humans. The one thing that brightens his world now is his sister, who insists on having him go out and do things like he used to instead of becoming a sad, mess. Not that he can do much, injured as he is.
History:
Selenitas Weyr has been Denvaril's home since birth His mother a kind, simple beauty of the Lower Caverns took life as it came to her and didn't dwell on the troubles of the Northern Continent though the war had begun two Turns prior. Denvaril was her first child and a boy, so he became her favorite child though she would have three more children. She had his sister, a Turn after he was born. Then his first brother about three turns after that. The youngest was born another couple of Turns after that. His mother did not foster any of them and often contemplated fostering more children but the four of them kept her on her toes.
Being raised in the Weyr was no different for him than any number of Weyrbrats. And like any Weyrbrat, he got into his fair share of trouble. Once he broke his arm which had to be set. He remembers not wanting to sit around and do nothing while his mother constantly reminded him his arm needed to mend. Worst summer of his life! The next Turn when he was six, he nearly drowned in the bathing pools. He had of course, been up to something sneaky, taking sweat sand and mixing regular sand and dirt with it. It was going to be funny until one of the bigger brats thought it would be funny to start throwing people into the water.
Would've been fine if the kid hadn't started with him. He was taken by surprise and without knowing it he breathed while entering the water. Denvarin wanted to panic. He desperately came up for air only to feel himself pulled back down again. One of the girls noticed and screamed out of fear. (silly girls!) So some people came running in, heedless of the fact there were a bunch of brats in a place they should not be in. One of them jumped in and took him to dry land. While he was not afraid to into water willingly after that. He could potentially panic if someone were to push him into water suddenly.
At the age of eight, Thread began to Fall. The Tenth pass had begun and while most people would be depressed by the thought of having Thread to fight, Denvaril was overjoyed. The fact of the matter was when Thread began to fall, Queens laid more eggs. More eggs led to more opportunities for him to impress. On top of that he would then have the chance to defend Pern and his loved ones on his mighty dragon from the menacing Threads. His dream was that much closer. In this same Turn, Shmee impresses Aslath instead of the Weyrwoman's daughter, who later suicides. While he could care less at the age of ten who runs the Weyr, he was slightly disturbed by the woman killing herself over one lost impression.
As he grew older he began to be more judgmental of people. He was rather picky about whom he let into his circle of friends. There were few people who he felt he could really talk to in the world and like many preteens some of this was do to changes within his body. He began to do other things to keep himself talking. Running was an excellent way to reduce stress and he was able to think things through. Another positive was that he would now be more fit and better equipped to be a dragonrider... his dream!
When he was eleven, Keagan/Gold Millieth come to Selenitas. Things are beginning to change but to what extent he is not sure. There are rumors of things happening in the North that are almost unforgivable. He even catches wind of some deformed Hatchlings which makes him nervous. Who would poison dragons?
The Weyrling Massacre occurred on a normal day for him, he was twelve and looking forward to becoming a Candidate in a couple of Turns. While this incident made him sad for the people they had lost, some of them friends, he knew that the only way to move on from such a tragedy was forward. His mother however tried to persuade him not to become a Candidate. She was concerned for his future. Being a dragonrider was far too dangerous an occupation for her beloved son.
Gold Aslath dies from eating poisoned tithes when is his thirteen. While he is not sure exactly what this means for the Weyr, he knows the loss of a Senior Queen is never a good thing.
Even as Benden invaded his home, the youth thought of impressing. He was not afraid of the danger. He was afraid of doing nothing. Of standing by while the people he knew, the people he cared about, his Weyr, perished from the dual threat of Thread and war fare. So many more dead and a change in leadership. The fourteen Turn old did not know what to make of the political implications but he had the feeling, things were only going to get worse. Boy was he right! Shortly after Benden invaded Fort attacked. The future seemed blurred by the horrible war that had spilled into his beloved Weyr.
At fifteen he got into his first real fight. Sure he had little fights with some kids growing up but this one nearly landed him in the infirmary. He had a sore lip, black eye and some bruised ribs. No one insulted his little sister and got away with it. The other boy now had missing teeth and nearly ended up in the hospital too. Laszreen from then on relied on her brother as her confidant. They deeply trusted each other as only family could. Shortly after this event a more bizarre one occurs, Heptacith's eggs are almost stolen from the Hatching Grounds. Who would steal from a Gold dragon? The question is one he wishes he knew the answer to but probably never would.
The Weyr thinking its troubles are over is then plagued with a fever. Many are ill, many die. His mother grows ill but survives. Her heart however has been severely weakened and she is unable to do as much manual labor as she had in the past. His siblings help out as best they can. They were fortunate not to grow ill themselves though the youngest has a slight fever for one evening, the child recovered much more quickly and without as high of a fever. It is not long after this Benden and Selenitas form an alliance...of sorts.
From here things tend to get worse for Selenitas. The river is poisoned and as a consequence many draconoids die. His family is fortunate not to be related to many dragonriders or even possess firelizards. Yet again, tragedy has taken many young and valuable lives. More importantly to him, dragon lives. Dragons in his opinion, being harder to replace than people. After Fort defeats High Reaches Weyr some of the High Reaches riders flee to Selenitas. Of course, in keeping the refugees safe Selenitas has become Fort's new target. Fort attacks Selenitas a second time but Selenitas holds their own against the invaders, refusing to hand over the High Reaches refugees.
From here on very little happened at the Weyr that he was privy to know about. Despite the presence of the captive Wasteland riders. He worked as a Candidate did, which was mostly a glorified drudge. His determined nature saw to it that he went to every lesson and completed every chore, though he would have been more than happy never to have to clean again. The Wastelanders take over the Weyr however nothing really changes for him. He still is able to Stand at the age of seventeen. His dream would be coming true. He was standing amid the other Candidates, white robes and sandals on. Waiting was not easy, as Hatchling after Hatchling escaped the shelled imprisonment.
Then he heard her. Everything changed for him in that one moment. He had never felt love so strong, nor was he ever happier than he was in that moment. As he walked his little Chipth off to the sides to feed her something horrible began to happen. Once he realized what exactly was going on it was too late. She was dying before he could attack J'orn the Wastelander. For his folly he was stabbed in the stomach.
He was outraged, he was distraught, he was going crazy! Breathing was difficult enough... and then everything went a little hazy. He did not remember how he got to the infirmary, nor did he care. Denvarin was not even sure he wanted to live. For the few brief moments that he was D'ril, he had felt more alive than his life as Denvaril could ever achieve. He wanted to give up, in fact he was determined to. Until his mother and sisters came to see him. Now he is doing his best not for himself but for his Chipth who deserved a life that was taken for her. A life he would now have to fulfill without her. He could do it. He was strong enough. Faranth have mercy should he ever see that Wasteland rider again. Retribution sounded more pleasant every day.
Denvaril's family:
Father: unknown
Mother: Laszdenva (38)
Half Siblings (same mother)
Laszreen(f, 16)
Kaiden (m, 13)
Eralaszde (f, 11)
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): De'vil (hahahaahahha jk jk!) I wouldn't mind being surprised really
Desired Dragon Color: No preference (as I'm new and would like to prove I'm worthy of one first )
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Name: Chipth
Color:Green
Age:(Deceased)
Physical Appearance:”She looked, for all intensive purposes, completely healthy. Mossy green in coloration, this dainty female was the perfect caricature of a hatching of her color... almost. The fact was, she was blind. Or rather, almost so. The world around her wasn't completely black, but... it wasn't completely visible either. Her eyes would remain a milky white for the rest of her life. Using her sense of smell and hearing, she found her way over to her lifemate.” ~ Hatching Post by Tashe
Personality: Despite her premature death a few things could be said of the green. She was unafraid of the world despite not being able to see as others saw. She had a confidant air about her and a sweet nature.
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Humans:
Name: Denvaril (previously D’ril of Green Chipth)
Age: 17 (April 2998)
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: Are you hot? (Pansexual)
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
(Face Claim: James Franco)
He is not so tall for a young man on Pern, standing about one inch under six feet tall. Denvaril is a wiry youth with an athletic build. By no means is he bulky however he does keep in shape and has the body of someone who takes care of himself. He eats well, so his pores are clear and he is always well hydrated. Lately working out has been off the agenda but soon he will be able to take on his usual run in the morning.
Dark brown eyes are the draw of his face. Expressive, large and hinting at the charming soul behind them, his eyes while considered “boring” in color are nothing of the kind. His eyes are framed by long dark brown eyelashes that any girl would love to have, though he feels a bit awkward about them. His brows are middling thick and straight until they reach the outer corners of his eyes wherein they slant downward slightly. His seemingly dark expression is often made less so with his well shaped lips and high cheekbones.
When he smiles, dimples are visible on either side of his face. He is prone to smirking which can either come across as mirthful or contemplative. This may have something to do with how his lips correlate with the expression in his eyes. As with most humans, Denvarin feels that if he could change one thing about his face, it would be his nose. Its not that his nose is large, its not particularly so. Nor is it very wide. Still it sits there in the middle of his face and is as he sees it, flawed. Working downward some more, his face is characterized by a slightly indented chin.
Denvarin's hair, much like the color of his eyes, is cut to a short hair style with more hair on the top than on the sides and no where is his hair completely shaved to his head. The curls in his hair are less pronounced than in his mother or sister though they both have ringlet type curls. He takes pride in how he looks and what he wears. He would not be caught dead wearing something that was unacceptable or mismatched. At times his face can be a little scruffy but he quickly remedies that with a shave. While he cannot necessarily afford the best clothing, he does his darnedest not to look like a mess.
Personality:
Pre-Chipth Persona:
Denvaril's first few Turns showed his true character quite quickly. He was a loud, boisterous child who feared nothing. Even after nearly drowning in the Bathing pools he never did shirk from jumping into the water. His courage in the face of danger was something that his mother always remarked upon and admired. He was very much his mother's golden boy. He could do no wrong although he more often than not was doing wrong. Something about those dimples and his charming albeit cavalier attitude toward people and life.
He was always of the belief that he could do anything. Nothing could touch him. Invincible, strong, intelligent! He could choose whom he wanted to befriend and who he didn't and think nothing of the way he judged people around him. If they expected him to care, they must have been disillusioned. Denvaril let opportunities to apprentice pass him by in the hopes of fulfilling his dream. The same dream that any number of Weyrbrats has. To be a dragonrider.
Although he thought himself special there was always someone to bring him out of the clouds and back to reality. Not prone to dreamer qualities, he is known to be rather realistic in everything other than this dragonrider fantasy. (post Chipth will change this) An optimist, he can see the light in every situation. No matter how grim, no matter how dire, he knows the light is there.
Denvarin would never admit that he was anything but a congenial, charming and chivalric person. He is more than a little arrogant, quick to anger and quick to judge others. His determination and fearlessness, led him to situations even as a child that could have gotten him killed. He regrets nothing of his past until...
Post Chipth
Impression changes a person. No matter what anyone could ever tell Denvaril about how life would go on. He is still less fearful than the average person though now he listens a little more to caution as he never had before. His eyes, once light with the dream in his heart were now a little dull. He could still be charming when forced and more often than not he was.
His determination grew and he felt himself raging within for what had been done. His chivalric side might be greater now than before. Denvarin no longer looks to the future with such strong optimism. Some days he can still see that there is good in the world and others, well they aren't as easy to get through.
He does still judge people upon first meeting for he knew not to trust those Wastelanders and look what had happened. Intuition, even his own flawed intuition was better to hold to than the empty promises of other humans. The one thing that brightens his world now is his sister, who insists on having him go out and do things like he used to instead of becoming a sad, mess. Not that he can do much, injured as he is.
History:
Selenitas Weyr has been Denvaril's home since birth His mother a kind, simple beauty of the Lower Caverns took life as it came to her and didn't dwell on the troubles of the Northern Continent though the war had begun two Turns prior. Denvaril was her first child and a boy, so he became her favorite child though she would have three more children. She had his sister, a Turn after he was born. Then his first brother about three turns after that. The youngest was born another couple of Turns after that. His mother did not foster any of them and often contemplated fostering more children but the four of them kept her on her toes.
Being raised in the Weyr was no different for him than any number of Weyrbrats. And like any Weyrbrat, he got into his fair share of trouble. Once he broke his arm which had to be set. He remembers not wanting to sit around and do nothing while his mother constantly reminded him his arm needed to mend. Worst summer of his life! The next Turn when he was six, he nearly drowned in the bathing pools. He had of course, been up to something sneaky, taking sweat sand and mixing regular sand and dirt with it. It was going to be funny until one of the bigger brats thought it would be funny to start throwing people into the water.
Would've been fine if the kid hadn't started with him. He was taken by surprise and without knowing it he breathed while entering the water. Denvarin wanted to panic. He desperately came up for air only to feel himself pulled back down again. One of the girls noticed and screamed out of fear. (silly girls!) So some people came running in, heedless of the fact there were a bunch of brats in a place they should not be in. One of them jumped in and took him to dry land. While he was not afraid to into water willingly after that. He could potentially panic if someone were to push him into water suddenly.
At the age of eight, Thread began to Fall. The Tenth pass had begun and while most people would be depressed by the thought of having Thread to fight, Denvaril was overjoyed. The fact of the matter was when Thread began to fall, Queens laid more eggs. More eggs led to more opportunities for him to impress. On top of that he would then have the chance to defend Pern and his loved ones on his mighty dragon from the menacing Threads. His dream was that much closer. In this same Turn, Shmee impresses Aslath instead of the Weyrwoman's daughter, who later suicides. While he could care less at the age of ten who runs the Weyr, he was slightly disturbed by the woman killing herself over one lost impression.
As he grew older he began to be more judgmental of people. He was rather picky about whom he let into his circle of friends. There were few people who he felt he could really talk to in the world and like many preteens some of this was do to changes within his body. He began to do other things to keep himself talking. Running was an excellent way to reduce stress and he was able to think things through. Another positive was that he would now be more fit and better equipped to be a dragonrider... his dream!
When he was eleven, Keagan/Gold Millieth come to Selenitas. Things are beginning to change but to what extent he is not sure. There are rumors of things happening in the North that are almost unforgivable. He even catches wind of some deformed Hatchlings which makes him nervous. Who would poison dragons?
The Weyrling Massacre occurred on a normal day for him, he was twelve and looking forward to becoming a Candidate in a couple of Turns. While this incident made him sad for the people they had lost, some of them friends, he knew that the only way to move on from such a tragedy was forward. His mother however tried to persuade him not to become a Candidate. She was concerned for his future. Being a dragonrider was far too dangerous an occupation for her beloved son.
Gold Aslath dies from eating poisoned tithes when is his thirteen. While he is not sure exactly what this means for the Weyr, he knows the loss of a Senior Queen is never a good thing.
Even as Benden invaded his home, the youth thought of impressing. He was not afraid of the danger. He was afraid of doing nothing. Of standing by while the people he knew, the people he cared about, his Weyr, perished from the dual threat of Thread and war fare. So many more dead and a change in leadership. The fourteen Turn old did not know what to make of the political implications but he had the feeling, things were only going to get worse. Boy was he right! Shortly after Benden invaded Fort attacked. The future seemed blurred by the horrible war that had spilled into his beloved Weyr.
At fifteen he got into his first real fight. Sure he had little fights with some kids growing up but this one nearly landed him in the infirmary. He had a sore lip, black eye and some bruised ribs. No one insulted his little sister and got away with it. The other boy now had missing teeth and nearly ended up in the hospital too. Laszreen from then on relied on her brother as her confidant. They deeply trusted each other as only family could. Shortly after this event a more bizarre one occurs, Heptacith's eggs are almost stolen from the Hatching Grounds. Who would steal from a Gold dragon? The question is one he wishes he knew the answer to but probably never would.
The Weyr thinking its troubles are over is then plagued with a fever. Many are ill, many die. His mother grows ill but survives. Her heart however has been severely weakened and she is unable to do as much manual labor as she had in the past. His siblings help out as best they can. They were fortunate not to grow ill themselves though the youngest has a slight fever for one evening, the child recovered much more quickly and without as high of a fever. It is not long after this Benden and Selenitas form an alliance...of sorts.
From here things tend to get worse for Selenitas. The river is poisoned and as a consequence many draconoids die. His family is fortunate not to be related to many dragonriders or even possess firelizards. Yet again, tragedy has taken many young and valuable lives. More importantly to him, dragon lives. Dragons in his opinion, being harder to replace than people. After Fort defeats High Reaches Weyr some of the High Reaches riders flee to Selenitas. Of course, in keeping the refugees safe Selenitas has become Fort's new target. Fort attacks Selenitas a second time but Selenitas holds their own against the invaders, refusing to hand over the High Reaches refugees.
From here on very little happened at the Weyr that he was privy to know about. Despite the presence of the captive Wasteland riders. He worked as a Candidate did, which was mostly a glorified drudge. His determined nature saw to it that he went to every lesson and completed every chore, though he would have been more than happy never to have to clean again. The Wastelanders take over the Weyr however nothing really changes for him. He still is able to Stand at the age of seventeen. His dream would be coming true. He was standing amid the other Candidates, white robes and sandals on. Waiting was not easy, as Hatchling after Hatchling escaped the shelled imprisonment.
Then he heard her. Everything changed for him in that one moment. He had never felt love so strong, nor was he ever happier than he was in that moment. As he walked his little Chipth off to the sides to feed her something horrible began to happen. Once he realized what exactly was going on it was too late. She was dying before he could attack J'orn the Wastelander. For his folly he was stabbed in the stomach.
He was outraged, he was distraught, he was going crazy! Breathing was difficult enough... and then everything went a little hazy. He did not remember how he got to the infirmary, nor did he care. Denvarin was not even sure he wanted to live. For the few brief moments that he was D'ril, he had felt more alive than his life as Denvaril could ever achieve. He wanted to give up, in fact he was determined to. Until his mother and sisters came to see him. Now he is doing his best not for himself but for his Chipth who deserved a life that was taken for her. A life he would now have to fulfill without her. He could do it. He was strong enough. Faranth have mercy should he ever see that Wasteland rider again. Retribution sounded more pleasant every day.
Denvaril's family:
Father: unknown
Mother: Laszdenva (38)
Half Siblings (same mother)
Laszreen(f, 16)
Kaiden (m, 13)
Eralaszde (f, 11)
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): De'vil (hahahaahahha jk jk!) I wouldn't mind being surprised really
Desired Dragon Color: No preference (as I'm new and would like to prove I'm worthy of one first
)Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Name: Chipth
Color:Green
Age:(Deceased)
Physical Appearance:”She looked, for all intensive purposes, completely healthy. Mossy green in coloration, this dainty female was the perfect caricature of a hatching of her color... almost. The fact was, she was blind. Or rather, almost so. The world around her wasn't completely black, but... it wasn't completely visible either. Her eyes would remain a milky white for the rest of her life. Using her sense of smell and hearing, she found her way over to her lifemate.” ~ Hatching Post by Tashe
Personality: Despite her premature death a few things could be said of the green. She was unafraid of the world despite not being able to see as others saw. She had a confidant air about her and a sweet nature.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.