Post by Sheari on Feb 25, 2009 21:53:43 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Name: Ciryl (Elided - C'ryl)
Rank: Brownrider
Age: 25
---August 2988
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Ciryl has dark brown hair almost the colour of chocolate that is cut short at the nape of his neck and progressively gets longer until hangs it in his eyes. He is not adamant about keeping it a certain length, so sometimes it can go longer before it is cut back to the way he likes it. He has amber eyes that he inherited from his mother. He's relatively short, compared to his father, standing only at 5'6". He has fair skin that looks slightly tanned and his build is average for one his age. His muscles are more developed for fast and firm movement as opposed to strength. A few scars mark his skin but not overly much.He is the first born (presently, only born) in his family. He has had foster siblings in the past so his single-child status goes unnoticed.
Personality: Ciryl is a kind young man but can be easily annoyed by people who pester him or those who are over-zealous and greedy. He's a soft-spoken person and enjoys fire and night. He gets along with people well, but has a habit he's trying to break, of prejudging people before he meets them. He's a good listener but can be firm with his words and sometimes yells at people who don't listen to what he has to say to get their attention. This particular trait has gotten him in trouble in the past. Ciryl can occasionally have a short temper, especially when he's stressed or tired, but a life with runners has given him a decent amount of patience.
Ciryl, like many others of the time, doesn't remember his mother. To this degree he has held some respect for women, but not much. Being raised almost entirely around men and being one himself, he holds all the traits males do. He does show off on occasion for the simple sake of feeding his ego. Being a single-child has also lead to him being used to the center of his father's attention and though not particularly outgoing he will take risks and put himself in uncomfortable situations if he feels he must.
When he is around friends he can be a bit of a goofball and do silly things but nothing outrageous. As far as he might go is putting a towel on his head. Even if he did do that it wouldn't remain there for long. Only long enough for a good laugh and then it would come off and he'd shake his hair out so it didn't look funny.
History: Ciryl was, put nicely, a person smiled upon by fate, almost. His father, however, listed him as a victim of circumstance. Ciryl has lived life as the son of a man who made his living off of runners. Yes, dragons were frequently seen and Ciryl watched with envy as they flew from perch to perch on errands that didn't require going between. As it happened, the day he was Searched was a gather day.
Prior to his being Searched, Ciryl was going to be placed in charge of the small stables his father ran within Fort Hold. All his life he'd prepared to live with the runners not knowing that this was a plan hatched by his father to keep his son out of the war between their home and the opposing weyr. This plan fell through twice. The first time was when his uncle's foster child had ruined a good beast. The child had been reprimanded as he made Ciryl's uncle remain behind to teach the child lessons in care for the runners. Without anyone ready to help Ciryl's father, he had to go.
The second time was due to the Search. Most of the details are lost to him as his dominating memories of that day are of his infuriated father nearly screaming at the brownrider about the situation. Along with having to pack some things to go live in the weyr he had to battle his fear. The war he had been born into scared him to death and the scars on the dragon that had found him only heightened his fear.
Life at the Weyr was complicated for Ciryl to get used to. It was more heavily populated than his old home and the candidates were busy beyond what he'd been used to. Firestone was quarried and visits to the sands often left him with mixed emotions. His hope diminished after the clutch had yielded nothing for him. He watched in greater envy as the new riders trained with their hatchlings. It wasn't fair but he refused to lose hope.
After a new clutch was laid, Ciryl was inspired to work harder. True it seemed, that the dragons chose their riders on a more intimate basis and lacked an interest (or knowledge) in the work done for them. When the resounding bugle of the queen was heard and the humming began, Ciryl raced to the sands. Perhaps this time around he'd be chosen. He strode in confidently and formed with the half circle.
Newborn after newborn strode by and around. The first egg to hatch had been a bronze, heralding good fortune as legend told, but Ciryl did not care. It considered him but moved on. Part way through the hatching a brown nudged him. It proclaimed it's name was Pagoth and would like a meal.
The world melted away and that day became a blur, the young boy watching his dragon as though a moment of inattention would make him poof away and out of existence.
Weyrling training was rigorous, when the hatchlings came of age. It went beyond anything he expected it to be. For when you are watching, nothing is as it seems. The first day left C'ryl bruised and with a blister on his heel. Yes, this young boy raised with (or rather, by) runners was being trained in a life he had not foreseen for himself. He made a joke to himself about when it was like for a runner to be trained.
As time wore on, C'ryl learned much and his first Thread battle did not mar him or Pagoth...much. A couple tears in Pagoth's wing and a few burns on C'ryl, but mostly unscathed. To older Dragonriders Thread had come as quite a surprise and only the quick reaction of their Weyrleader saved them from the devastating loses that the other two weyrs were feeling. Though, since Pagoth was still very young they were not to be used in the war and so were stuck with Thread battles.
C'ryl remained out of the politics of the Weyr by choice, not wanting to find himself wrapped up in situations he found unfavourable. This lasted for two years until the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader were murdered during the Senior Queen's flight. The Benden attack shortly thereafter, although failing, only added insult to injury. When the Wingsecond took his place as new Weyrleader and the new Senior Goldrider fled things were set into motion for C'ryl. With the losses that the Weyr had suffered and the disappearances of many he and Pagoth made a cowardly move.
They fled the Weyr as well, thinking that no one would miss a brownrider that had only battled Thread.
With nowhere to go and not wanting to run to other dead Northern Weyrs they decided to head to the Southern Continent. The only weyr they knew of down there was Selenitas and no outright aggressive action had been taken against them. Not wanting to risk a long flight over the ocean Pagoth got a visual image from a friend whom had been to the shores of the continent before. After coming from between to the warm south the sudden climate change sapped the brown's energy, forcing them to rest until they adjusted enough to make the trip to the weyr itself
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Dragon's name: Brown Pagoth #402608
Dragon's Age: 8
Dragon's Appearance: Pagoth is mostly a milk-chocolate colour with darker, red-brown streaks on his belly that fade into a solid gradient on his legs and on his left shoulder rests a large spot of the same red-brown. His build is the basic muscle and bulk of a brown dragon. He has a wide wingspan and is better formed for endurance flying. Pagoth's betweening skill is not that great, but it gets him from place to place safely. There is a scar behind his left eye from Thread.
Dragon's Personality: Pagoth is a laid-back and very quiet dragon for a brown, though like many, he does seem to be a serious and level-headed creature. He does not enjoy asking questions, despite his first words being a question, save for when something is greatly beyond his grasp of understanding, and then, it is usually C'ryl. His relationship with his rider has allowed for various inside jokes. He can take a joke but does not make jokes often and is reserved about them. However Pagoth does have a dry sense of humor. His "voice" commonly has an ammused tone that plays the role of him laughing.
Often annoyed by "over silliness" and disliking of most greens, Pagoth does scold those he feels are below him. His words though are usually a simple "contain yourself" or a growl and as much a glare as a dragon can muster. His meanings are firm in what he says, when he says anything at all.
Once rested, the brownpair began to adjust to weyr life in the Southern continent. Nothing of notable importance happened save for C'ryl's aquisition of Child and then, a short time afterward, a hostage situation in which Fort Riders killed some of the residents of the weyr before demanding that the weyrleaders come forward for a talk.
Flitts: Green Child
Other: N/A
Name: Ciryl (Elided - C'ryl)
Rank: Brownrider
Age: 25
---August 2988
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Ciryl has dark brown hair almost the colour of chocolate that is cut short at the nape of his neck and progressively gets longer until hangs it in his eyes. He is not adamant about keeping it a certain length, so sometimes it can go longer before it is cut back to the way he likes it. He has amber eyes that he inherited from his mother. He's relatively short, compared to his father, standing only at 5'6". He has fair skin that looks slightly tanned and his build is average for one his age. His muscles are more developed for fast and firm movement as opposed to strength. A few scars mark his skin but not overly much.He is the first born (presently, only born) in his family. He has had foster siblings in the past so his single-child status goes unnoticed.
Personality: Ciryl is a kind young man but can be easily annoyed by people who pester him or those who are over-zealous and greedy. He's a soft-spoken person and enjoys fire and night. He gets along with people well, but has a habit he's trying to break, of prejudging people before he meets them. He's a good listener but can be firm with his words and sometimes yells at people who don't listen to what he has to say to get their attention. This particular trait has gotten him in trouble in the past. Ciryl can occasionally have a short temper, especially when he's stressed or tired, but a life with runners has given him a decent amount of patience.
Ciryl, like many others of the time, doesn't remember his mother. To this degree he has held some respect for women, but not much. Being raised almost entirely around men and being one himself, he holds all the traits males do. He does show off on occasion for the simple sake of feeding his ego. Being a single-child has also lead to him being used to the center of his father's attention and though not particularly outgoing he will take risks and put himself in uncomfortable situations if he feels he must.
When he is around friends he can be a bit of a goofball and do silly things but nothing outrageous. As far as he might go is putting a towel on his head. Even if he did do that it wouldn't remain there for long. Only long enough for a good laugh and then it would come off and he'd shake his hair out so it didn't look funny.
History: Ciryl was, put nicely, a person smiled upon by fate, almost. His father, however, listed him as a victim of circumstance. Ciryl has lived life as the son of a man who made his living off of runners. Yes, dragons were frequently seen and Ciryl watched with envy as they flew from perch to perch on errands that didn't require going between. As it happened, the day he was Searched was a gather day.
Prior to his being Searched, Ciryl was going to be placed in charge of the small stables his father ran within Fort Hold. All his life he'd prepared to live with the runners not knowing that this was a plan hatched by his father to keep his son out of the war between their home and the opposing weyr. This plan fell through twice. The first time was when his uncle's foster child had ruined a good beast. The child had been reprimanded as he made Ciryl's uncle remain behind to teach the child lessons in care for the runners. Without anyone ready to help Ciryl's father, he had to go.
The second time was due to the Search. Most of the details are lost to him as his dominating memories of that day are of his infuriated father nearly screaming at the brownrider about the situation. Along with having to pack some things to go live in the weyr he had to battle his fear. The war he had been born into scared him to death and the scars on the dragon that had found him only heightened his fear.
Life at the Weyr was complicated for Ciryl to get used to. It was more heavily populated than his old home and the candidates were busy beyond what he'd been used to. Firestone was quarried and visits to the sands often left him with mixed emotions. His hope diminished after the clutch had yielded nothing for him. He watched in greater envy as the new riders trained with their hatchlings. It wasn't fair but he refused to lose hope.
After a new clutch was laid, Ciryl was inspired to work harder. True it seemed, that the dragons chose their riders on a more intimate basis and lacked an interest (or knowledge) in the work done for them. When the resounding bugle of the queen was heard and the humming began, Ciryl raced to the sands. Perhaps this time around he'd be chosen. He strode in confidently and formed with the half circle.
Newborn after newborn strode by and around. The first egg to hatch had been a bronze, heralding good fortune as legend told, but Ciryl did not care. It considered him but moved on. Part way through the hatching a brown nudged him. It proclaimed it's name was Pagoth and would like a meal.
The world melted away and that day became a blur, the young boy watching his dragon as though a moment of inattention would make him poof away and out of existence.
Weyrling training was rigorous, when the hatchlings came of age. It went beyond anything he expected it to be. For when you are watching, nothing is as it seems. The first day left C'ryl bruised and with a blister on his heel. Yes, this young boy raised with (or rather, by) runners was being trained in a life he had not foreseen for himself. He made a joke to himself about when it was like for a runner to be trained.
As time wore on, C'ryl learned much and his first Thread battle did not mar him or Pagoth...much. A couple tears in Pagoth's wing and a few burns on C'ryl, but mostly unscathed. To older Dragonriders Thread had come as quite a surprise and only the quick reaction of their Weyrleader saved them from the devastating loses that the other two weyrs were feeling. Though, since Pagoth was still very young they were not to be used in the war and so were stuck with Thread battles.
C'ryl remained out of the politics of the Weyr by choice, not wanting to find himself wrapped up in situations he found unfavourable. This lasted for two years until the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader were murdered during the Senior Queen's flight. The Benden attack shortly thereafter, although failing, only added insult to injury. When the Wingsecond took his place as new Weyrleader and the new Senior Goldrider fled things were set into motion for C'ryl. With the losses that the Weyr had suffered and the disappearances of many he and Pagoth made a cowardly move.
They fled the Weyr as well, thinking that no one would miss a brownrider that had only battled Thread.
With nowhere to go and not wanting to run to other dead Northern Weyrs they decided to head to the Southern Continent. The only weyr they knew of down there was Selenitas and no outright aggressive action had been taken against them. Not wanting to risk a long flight over the ocean Pagoth got a visual image from a friend whom had been to the shores of the continent before. After coming from between to the warm south the sudden climate change sapped the brown's energy, forcing them to rest until they adjusted enough to make the trip to the weyr itself
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Dragon's name: Brown Pagoth #402608
Dragon's Age: 8
Dragon's Appearance: Pagoth is mostly a milk-chocolate colour with darker, red-brown streaks on his belly that fade into a solid gradient on his legs and on his left shoulder rests a large spot of the same red-brown. His build is the basic muscle and bulk of a brown dragon. He has a wide wingspan and is better formed for endurance flying. Pagoth's betweening skill is not that great, but it gets him from place to place safely. There is a scar behind his left eye from Thread.
Dragon's Personality: Pagoth is a laid-back and very quiet dragon for a brown, though like many, he does seem to be a serious and level-headed creature. He does not enjoy asking questions, despite his first words being a question, save for when something is greatly beyond his grasp of understanding, and then, it is usually C'ryl. His relationship with his rider has allowed for various inside jokes. He can take a joke but does not make jokes often and is reserved about them. However Pagoth does have a dry sense of humor. His "voice" commonly has an ammused tone that plays the role of him laughing.
Often annoyed by "over silliness" and disliking of most greens, Pagoth does scold those he feels are below him. His words though are usually a simple "contain yourself" or a growl and as much a glare as a dragon can muster. His meanings are firm in what he says, when he says anything at all.
Once rested, the brownpair began to adjust to weyr life in the Southern continent. Nothing of notable importance happened save for C'ryl's aquisition of Child and then, a short time afterward, a hostage situation in which Fort Riders killed some of the residents of the weyr before demanding that the weyrleaders come forward for a talk.
Flitts: Green Child
Other: N/A
