Post by amiath on Jan 17, 2008 22:55:16 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name: Rayailon
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (but with a preference towards females)
Rank: Wher Handler
Physical Appearance: Rayailon is not exactly what many would call attractive but he looks descent in his own way. He has curly brown hair that is always somewhat unkempt and long enough to touch his ears in a deep brown. His eyes have a lighter color closer to certain patches on Rayaliosk that are rarely wide open but instead slightly covered as though in the process of closing. He has a round nose that is large enough for some to assume he must have a good sense of smell, but his childhood with a tanning family has prevented him from being able to smell much of anything. He is slightly smaller than average but has a well muscled frame with two large, calloused hands accustomed to physical labor. His outfits tend to be baggy on him and usually in neutral colors due to his lack of care about appearance and they look fine on him so he doesn’t see any reason to change.
Personality: Rayailon is laid back. He can’t understand why the world is in such a hurry when there is so much to enjoy now. He enjoys looking outside and just watching the world run by, satisfied with what he has. He isn’t lazy in that he avoids work and if asked he usually will, he just isn’t very ambitious. Secretly there is one deep desire of his which he hides in his den that he loves to work on while he sits, Woodcrafting. Ever since he was a boy patiently carving beautiful works through the wood, just him and the tree has enchanted him. Now of course he also lets Rayaliosk help him but the actual carving work is his own. He doesn’t like to talk about it due to the ridicule of woodwork while thread is falling but his job rarely involves large amounts of talking and most nights are calm, so he can work in peace. The other focus in his life is his daughter and wher. His wher he knows how to care for but he has no clue how to raise a child. He believes in letting things be and just letting it happen, so parenting is difficult and terrifying for him. He prefers to step aside to avoid conflict so he knows his daughter is taking some advantage, but it is easier for him than confronting her. All in all he is a well-meaning person but a lousy parent.
History: Rayailon grew up in a family of tanners who lived in the north but close to the coast with 5 siblings. He was the third son and with the other two in perfectly good health and the eldest well on the way to taking over the family business upon his father’s retirement, little was expected of him. He tended to be left to do whatever and it was when at the local gather and looking at a stall from Sothern Boll hold that he saw his destiny, a carved dragon from some oak wood. Rayailon saw his future, or so he though and asked about how it was made and woodcrafting and so he pleaded for the chance to go to become an apprentice there. His father had never seen him so enthralled and so he let Rayailon travel with the trader to Sothern Boll at age eleven. He thought he had found paradise where there was time just to sit and just do whatever with no crazy rush and others who also could see his view.
That was just before thread fell, it ruined everything. The dragon riders had always come when they wanted something, but now the skies were empty and it was only Rayailon’s luck in waking up late in his sky-broom barracks that saved his life. Even when it was over the problems had just begun. Most of the trees were ruined and no one wanted wood when at any moment thread might come and destroy it. Furthermore Rayailon’s parents had heard enough and insisted that he find another craft since Woodcraft was no longer safe or wise to pursue. With this insistence his mother suggested Simthcraft because 1. It involved carving and 2. It was underground in stone caves and therefore safer. Rayailon wanted to stay but fearing conflict he agreed and was sent by boat to Southern to Hyphen Hold at the age of fifteen. This did not work out like Woodcraft had. The work had to be done quickly before the metal would cool or sharp constant blows to the rock. Neither technique appealed to Rayailon so he soon got used to the idea of hiding from chores.
He soon found the best spot was at the egde of this dark room guarded by this loud creature that liked meat rolls from lunch and him talking to it. He only stayed there during the daytime and thus avoided all notice until one day when he climbed in and did not see hear the creature. He moved at long last into the center of the den to see a gold watchwher, who hew now realized was the beast protecting him, guarding something. He fed her his meatrolls and talked as always and she pulled back her wing to reveal eggs. He approached and she nudged him to a large lumpy egg that he lifted and kept with him. Naturally as soon as the others in the barracks saw this he was tattled on and told he would now keep the egg and become a watchwher handler.
Later Rayailosk hatched and they went through training happily bonded. Rayailon now was happier not to be doing Smithcraft and to have a watchwher but was still dissatisfied in the dank caves. Rayailosk could sense this and after three turns thought long and hard on what would cheer his bonded up. Rayailosk was outside of the mines on a hunt when he saw a wild green watchwher blooding and knew exactly what whould cheer any male up, a Run. As Rayailosk pursued his bonded awoke and was soon overtaken by Rayailosk’s lust and came to his senses with a very startled Minercrafter's daughter in his bed furs.
An awkward nine months later his daughter, Loaranai, was born. The mother insisted he keep since she did not want her. It was soon suggested that he move somewhere else as many were not pleased by his actions and so he was sent to guard at Blossom Hold. He is now happy with his new life and is able to use his rare vacations to sneak in a tree in the evenings he has free and then just take his time. This has led to an unusually comfortable home and plenty of time to care for his wher and try to raise his daughter.
Whers:
Name: Rayailosk
Color: Brown
Age: 9
Physical Appearance: Many expected from the size of his egg that he would become a bronze but instead he is a large brown. It truly is a good thing he is a wher and not a dragon however, since he is so bulky flight would be a real challenge. His wings are short and stubby. These are mainly left sticking out at his sides since it is hard to tuck them in. He is built low to the ground with large, powerful limbs and his claws slightly higher than normal permitting faster speed than one his size usually could but also leaving his more delicate foot pads to take most of the damage. Now they have begun to callous up but are still more fragile than the claws. All of these prove some of the more practical reasons from moving from running through small mining shafts to a very roomy hold. His claws are sharp from practice but have marks all along them telling of their use. His headnobs are round and short creating the appearance of something less draconic and closer to a heardbeast. His hide is dappled in many shades of brown with lighter coloring adorning settling in one big spot between his wings which resembles a small saddle. His head carries the strongest resemblance to the bark of a tree and his wrinkly skin helps that effect. The rest of his body is somewhat smoother with muscles clearly visible beneath his mixed hide.
Personality: Rayailosk is more cautious and particular than his rider. He wants to see what is going on and doesn’t enjoy surprises. He enjoys baths and tries to get them more often than he needs and is luckily situated with someone who doesn’t mind. Rayailosk may be so cautious because he has always felt it was his job to care for his confused handler. He is glad that he made his rider, which he treats like a hatchling, happy with his run since even though he was initially upset now he is happy. This has also made him on the constant lookout for greens to chase. He isn’t certain about golds but since there are not that many in the wild and he is a brown, Rayaliosk is content to accept his love life as it is. This eagerness to chase also means that while he is closely bonded, he may disobey if he thinks it will benefit his bonded especially in areas of defense. As for the daughter, Rayailosk treats the girl as though she is a miniature gold since she does run the housed the way she wants and it too decisive to be overruled. However, Rayailosk still will try and defend her if he needs to or obey her if he knows what she wants. Overall he likes his job as a protective, well-bathed power behind the throne in the household.
Humans:
Name: Rayailon
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (but with a preference towards females)
Rank: Wher Handler
Physical Appearance: Rayailon is not exactly what many would call attractive but he looks descent in his own way. He has curly brown hair that is always somewhat unkempt and long enough to touch his ears in a deep brown. His eyes have a lighter color closer to certain patches on Rayaliosk that are rarely wide open but instead slightly covered as though in the process of closing. He has a round nose that is large enough for some to assume he must have a good sense of smell, but his childhood with a tanning family has prevented him from being able to smell much of anything. He is slightly smaller than average but has a well muscled frame with two large, calloused hands accustomed to physical labor. His outfits tend to be baggy on him and usually in neutral colors due to his lack of care about appearance and they look fine on him so he doesn’t see any reason to change.
Personality: Rayailon is laid back. He can’t understand why the world is in such a hurry when there is so much to enjoy now. He enjoys looking outside and just watching the world run by, satisfied with what he has. He isn’t lazy in that he avoids work and if asked he usually will, he just isn’t very ambitious. Secretly there is one deep desire of his which he hides in his den that he loves to work on while he sits, Woodcrafting. Ever since he was a boy patiently carving beautiful works through the wood, just him and the tree has enchanted him. Now of course he also lets Rayaliosk help him but the actual carving work is his own. He doesn’t like to talk about it due to the ridicule of woodwork while thread is falling but his job rarely involves large amounts of talking and most nights are calm, so he can work in peace. The other focus in his life is his daughter and wher. His wher he knows how to care for but he has no clue how to raise a child. He believes in letting things be and just letting it happen, so parenting is difficult and terrifying for him. He prefers to step aside to avoid conflict so he knows his daughter is taking some advantage, but it is easier for him than confronting her. All in all he is a well-meaning person but a lousy parent.
History: Rayailon grew up in a family of tanners who lived in the north but close to the coast with 5 siblings. He was the third son and with the other two in perfectly good health and the eldest well on the way to taking over the family business upon his father’s retirement, little was expected of him. He tended to be left to do whatever and it was when at the local gather and looking at a stall from Sothern Boll hold that he saw his destiny, a carved dragon from some oak wood. Rayailon saw his future, or so he though and asked about how it was made and woodcrafting and so he pleaded for the chance to go to become an apprentice there. His father had never seen him so enthralled and so he let Rayailon travel with the trader to Sothern Boll at age eleven. He thought he had found paradise where there was time just to sit and just do whatever with no crazy rush and others who also could see his view.
That was just before thread fell, it ruined everything. The dragon riders had always come when they wanted something, but now the skies were empty and it was only Rayailon’s luck in waking up late in his sky-broom barracks that saved his life. Even when it was over the problems had just begun. Most of the trees were ruined and no one wanted wood when at any moment thread might come and destroy it. Furthermore Rayailon’s parents had heard enough and insisted that he find another craft since Woodcraft was no longer safe or wise to pursue. With this insistence his mother suggested Simthcraft because 1. It involved carving and 2. It was underground in stone caves and therefore safer. Rayailon wanted to stay but fearing conflict he agreed and was sent by boat to Southern to Hyphen Hold at the age of fifteen. This did not work out like Woodcraft had. The work had to be done quickly before the metal would cool or sharp constant blows to the rock. Neither technique appealed to Rayailon so he soon got used to the idea of hiding from chores.
He soon found the best spot was at the egde of this dark room guarded by this loud creature that liked meat rolls from lunch and him talking to it. He only stayed there during the daytime and thus avoided all notice until one day when he climbed in and did not see hear the creature. He moved at long last into the center of the den to see a gold watchwher, who hew now realized was the beast protecting him, guarding something. He fed her his meatrolls and talked as always and she pulled back her wing to reveal eggs. He approached and she nudged him to a large lumpy egg that he lifted and kept with him. Naturally as soon as the others in the barracks saw this he was tattled on and told he would now keep the egg and become a watchwher handler.
Later Rayailosk hatched and they went through training happily bonded. Rayailon now was happier not to be doing Smithcraft and to have a watchwher but was still dissatisfied in the dank caves. Rayailosk could sense this and after three turns thought long and hard on what would cheer his bonded up. Rayailosk was outside of the mines on a hunt when he saw a wild green watchwher blooding and knew exactly what whould cheer any male up, a Run. As Rayailosk pursued his bonded awoke and was soon overtaken by Rayailosk’s lust and came to his senses with a very startled Minercrafter's daughter in his bed furs.
An awkward nine months later his daughter, Loaranai, was born. The mother insisted he keep since she did not want her. It was soon suggested that he move somewhere else as many were not pleased by his actions and so he was sent to guard at Blossom Hold. He is now happy with his new life and is able to use his rare vacations to sneak in a tree in the evenings he has free and then just take his time. This has led to an unusually comfortable home and plenty of time to care for his wher and try to raise his daughter.
Whers:
Name: Rayailosk
Color: Brown
Age: 9
Physical Appearance: Many expected from the size of his egg that he would become a bronze but instead he is a large brown. It truly is a good thing he is a wher and not a dragon however, since he is so bulky flight would be a real challenge. His wings are short and stubby. These are mainly left sticking out at his sides since it is hard to tuck them in. He is built low to the ground with large, powerful limbs and his claws slightly higher than normal permitting faster speed than one his size usually could but also leaving his more delicate foot pads to take most of the damage. Now they have begun to callous up but are still more fragile than the claws. All of these prove some of the more practical reasons from moving from running through small mining shafts to a very roomy hold. His claws are sharp from practice but have marks all along them telling of their use. His headnobs are round and short creating the appearance of something less draconic and closer to a heardbeast. His hide is dappled in many shades of brown with lighter coloring adorning settling in one big spot between his wings which resembles a small saddle. His head carries the strongest resemblance to the bark of a tree and his wrinkly skin helps that effect. The rest of his body is somewhat smoother with muscles clearly visible beneath his mixed hide.
Personality: Rayailosk is more cautious and particular than his rider. He wants to see what is going on and doesn’t enjoy surprises. He enjoys baths and tries to get them more often than he needs and is luckily situated with someone who doesn’t mind. Rayailosk may be so cautious because he has always felt it was his job to care for his confused handler. He is glad that he made his rider, which he treats like a hatchling, happy with his run since even though he was initially upset now he is happy. This has also made him on the constant lookout for greens to chase. He isn’t certain about golds but since there are not that many in the wild and he is a brown, Rayaliosk is content to accept his love life as it is. This eagerness to chase also means that while he is closely bonded, he may disobey if he thinks it will benefit his bonded especially in areas of defense. As for the daughter, Rayailosk treats the girl as though she is a miniature gold since she does run the housed the way she wants and it too decisive to be overruled. However, Rayailosk still will try and defend her if he needs to or obey her if he knows what she wants. Overall he likes his job as a protective, well-bathed power behind the throne in the household.
