Post by boober on Nov 28, 2007 7:07:58 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name: Kedan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Harper Journeyman
Physical Appearance:
One will be able to tell at a glance that Kedan will never be a large man. He stands at the equivalent of an even 6’. In spite of being what some would consider tall, however, he is slight of build, slender and elegant as opposed to burly and strong like most men. He is long in the limbs and has just enough of a build to keep from looking outright lanky. His long fingers are callused on the ends from Turns of plucking strings, but aside from this, they’re smooth and elegant, even putting some women to shame.
Kedan’s head is topped by thick locks of ebony hair. It’s always kept smoothed back from his face and tied in a low runnertail. Loose, it comes down to his shoulders and shines a deep violet in bright light. However, it’s rare for anyone to see him with it down. His skin is an attractive olive color as opposed to being tan or pale, an almost bronze color instead. To most, this would indicate time spent outside, but the truth is, his skin color is hereditary. His eyes are a strange, pale gray that border on silver. There is a darker gray ring around the outsides of his irises.
His face is a bit on the long side, sporting a long, slightly curved nose that is neither broad nor small, somewhere comfortably in between. His mouth appears soft, often curved in a small smile whether he realizes it or not. As far as clothing goes, he seems to always be dressed neatly, with hardly a wrinkle anywhere. He favors tunics in blues and grays, though it’s not unusual to see him in an occasional black or green.
Personality:
Though his manner of dress and hair might make him come off with a stern or no-nonsense manner to some, the truth is really just the opposite. One flash of his disarming smile usually goes a long way toward getting someone to lower their defenses. It doesn’t take long at all for the realization that Kedan is very much a lover, not a fighter. He tries to be fair in everything he does, though he knows it’s impossible to please everyone all the time. He is infinitely patient, a great plus when teaching children their ballads, among other things. He has no temper to speak of, and some say he was born in the wrong era, meant for when times were happier and more peaceful. He won’t hesitate to offer his aid to anyone he thinks might need it.. be it to a drudge hauling a heavy load up steep stairs or a child struggling to learn.
Kedan’s first love is music. He has completely devoted himself to singing and playing whatever instruments he can get his hands on. Left to his own devices, the young Journeyman will lock himself up in a room for days sometimes without even realizing it to play and sing and compose. It will only be when someone comes to hunt him down or he gets hungry that he’ll even wonder how long he’s been at it. It’s not unusual for him to randomly start singing in the middle of some task or chore, and he often goes about humming some tune that’s half-finished in his head.
In spite of whatever first impressions he might make, Kedan is generally a kind and considerate young man. There’s little he won’t do for someone, and he’s sympathetic toward those who are in dire situations. Life’s hardships and the times in which he was born have surprisingly not had any visible effect on his sunny disposition. When he’s upset by anything, he doesn’t show it, instead using his music to express himself in bad times and in good. He is more the type to keep one close confidante in which he confides when he finds it necessary. Aside from this, and despite his outwardly friendly nature, he is still, oddly enough, often alone and on his own.
History:
Born to a blue- and greenrider couple at Selenitas, it seemed as if Kedan wasn’t off to a bad start. But his mother was not exactly the brightest glow in the basket and she didn’t really have much in the way of mothering instincts. Thus, she was prepared to put Kedan in the nursery until someone would foster him. However, her father objected to his son being fostered out. His mother, not wanting the responsibility of a child, dumped it all on his father, who happened to also be a Harper.
Growing up as a Harper’s son was.. well, different. Kedan got a very early start in music, as his father sang to him very frequently when they were able to spend time together. At just two Turns of age, Kedan was showing a natural aptitude for music. Naturally this thrilled his father, who had visions of his son becoming a Harper as well. In spite of all this however, he was being brought up in a very Weyr-like manner. Not very many people realized that he was one of the WeyrHarpers’ son and thus he was treated as any wherwhelp running about. He was brought up calling his father by his name rather than ‘papa’, ‘da’, or ‘father’.
His childhood was filled with music, and though his father pushed him harder than any of the other Weyr children, Kedan didn’t seem to mind in the least. By the time he was five Turns of age, Kedan’s talent was obvious to anyone who heard him sing. His soprano was easily fit for the boys’ choir at Harper Hall. This was the point at which his mother seemed to realize how unique the boy was. The boy she had wanted nothing to do with at his birth was suddenly seeing more and more of his mother. She was always asking him to sing for her which puzzled Kedan but he always did so happily, for he loved to sing. But his mother was infringing on time he could be spending in training, according to his father.
The two of them fought, and somehow, Kedan’s mother managed to manipulate his father’s transfer to the north. Kedan knew nothing of this, as his father left in the middle of the night and said his goodbyes to his son while the boy was asleep. When he woke up, his father was gone, never to be seen again. Confused and hurt, not understanding why his father would leave him, the boy turned to his mother for solace. He was unaware that she was the one who had caused it, and remains so today. But eventually, he bounced back, being the resilient child that he was. The continued lessons with the other WeyrHarper were a help, as Kedan could never be down while singing.
By the time her was nine Turns of age, The WeyrHarpers felt they could no longer keep Kedan confined to the Weyr. He was taken to the Harper Hall in the north. While he was delighted beyond measure at the significant increase in his lessons, the war that raged between the northern Weyrs was frightening. Kedan denied it, throwing himself whole-heartedly into his harpering and shutting himself out of the world. The war was something he didn’t understand, and as a human being, he shied away from things he didn’t understand, wanting no part of it at all. The apprentice was oblivious to the fact that his father had been a casualty of said war.
Because he seemed so determined to (literally) tune out the war, Kedan quickly surpassed many of his peers in his lessons. When he became 13, however, he briefly retreated from his own little world to glance at the one around him. He didn’t really like what he saw as the war continued to rage, but before he could seclude himself again, he met with a fellow apprentice. Her name was Morine, and being around the same age as Kedan, she was able to coax him out of his shell a bit. The two became fast friends, and it wasn’t uncommon to see them taking meals and even lessons together. The boy realized that he very much enjoyed having a friend, especially one like Morine who would listen to him, no matter how silly or pointless he felt his opinions or concerns were. In return, he did the same for her.
As they grew older, so too did they grow closer. By the time he was 16, Kedan had earned his Journeyman status. Since he wasn’t eager to traipse about war-torn lands, he insisted that he instead remain at Harper Hall for a time. But of course, he had more than one reason for insisting such a thing. Somehow, he and Morine had gone from being just friends, to.. something more. They had grown remarkably close, so that ‘friend’ was not really an accurate term anymore. And as far as Kedan was concerned, he was going to stay with her for as long as he could. She was important to him, second only to the music that they both loved. How could he go off and leave her? And so it was that he made the decision to wait for her.
At the age of 17, Morine at last achieved her Journeywoman status. With their newfound freedom, the young Harpers could go anywhere they pleased, and they could go together. But it seemed that the real world had other plans for them. Instead of being stationed at the same place as they thought they could manage, it was the worst possible case: each was sent to one of the Weyrs, Morine to Benden and Kedan to Fort. Why? Rather than argue, however, they reluctantly accepted their decision, bade their goodbyes, and left. They communicated through messages and notes carried by flitter back and forth between the Weyrs.
Then one day, the letters stopped coming.
After two days with not even so much as a short note from Morine, Kedan immediately commenced an investigation, sending a note to Harper Hall. A feeling of dread overwhelmed him, to the point where he was finding it impossible to sleep at night. Instead, he paced. When at last he received a return message, it confirmed his worst fears. Morine had become another casualty of the war. The war he’d tried so hard to keep at bay had affected him in the worst way imaginable. Kedan lost his cheery demeanor and slipped into somber mourning. He was 18 at the time. It didn’t take long for the Harper to decide that he’d had enough of the north and its war. He put in for a transfer to Selenitas, the home he hadn’t seen in almost a decade. Once there, he improved somewhat, seeing old faces and hearing familiar names. However, he still has yet to completely move on.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards(Runners?):
Name: Swift
Color: Black
Age: 5 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Swift is a powerfully built runner, deceptively stocky with a generally thick, short build as opposed to long and lean. Despite his heavier-looking build and short, round hindquarters, he is astoundingly fast, thus earning his name. His tail is long but somewhat thin and stringy and his mane remains short and wispy. Unlike many runners, he is true black rather than dark brown or black bay, his coat inky and satiny-smooth. The only marring of white is a perfect star in the middle of his forehead and the barest slip of a white sock on his right fore.
Personality:
In spite of remaining uncut, Swift has a curiously calm disposition. Well-trained, this particular runner obeys commands (both vocal and otherwise) very well. Like many stallions, he has the occasional slip of attention when there is something particularly interesting (like mares) nearby, but for the most part, he is an acceptably and surprisingly docile animal.
Appearance: Kedsk is built strongly, with heavy limbs that are packed with all muscle and not a trace of fat. However, unlike with some creatures, his muscles aren’t just ugly blobs under his hide. Rather, they are well-formed, showing off the right places and make him seem less bulky. In fact, the muscles make him appear quite handsome. His sturdy body, unfortunately, is difficult to lift off in flight for even the amount of time whers can remain in air. Therefore, he chooses not to, making his wings look like the only useless thing on his body. They are thin, unlike his stronger torso and limbs, but when he fans them, it is akin to a very muscular butterfly.
His color, however, isn’t as handsome as his build. He is a dark navy blue, but it is unevenly spread throughout his body. At his joints, the color is only slightly lighter. It isn’t light enough to look like markings, so it is just uneven there, as it is with the rest of his torso, which varies in shades. Near his eyes are a few bumps, almost looking like warts, but they are silvery in color. The color is fine in itself, but it only highlights his peculiar growths. Fortunately for Kedsk, he appears to not notice.
Personality: In general Kedsk is a sweet creature. He is similar to a little child in many ways. He is curious, and always likes delving into things. If he is unfamiliar with something, he is often the first one at the scene, sniffing it out to try and discover what it is. However, this often gets him into trouble, particularly if it concerns something he shouldn’t be doing. Kedsk is the type of wher who would stick his snout into a hole of stinging bugs if they were curious enough. He is also quite playful, enjoying being active. Romping through the jungle at night is one of his favorite pastimes, looking for nocturnal animals he could play with.
However, Kedsk is a creature that likes things to go his way. If things don’t work out that suit his desires, he can become very sulky. His philosophy is that if he doesn’t get what he wants, he won’t enjoy anything that substitutes it. He, instead, will plop down in a corner and will mope as things carry on without him. If things do go his way, however, one would be hard-pressed to find a happier creature on Pern than Kedsk. It is also curious to note that Kedsk is capable of singing. It isn’t beautiful, granted, but sounds oddly like a wolf howling at the moon, haunting and enchanting at the same time.
Humans:
Name: Kedan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Harper Journeyman
Physical Appearance:
One will be able to tell at a glance that Kedan will never be a large man. He stands at the equivalent of an even 6’. In spite of being what some would consider tall, however, he is slight of build, slender and elegant as opposed to burly and strong like most men. He is long in the limbs and has just enough of a build to keep from looking outright lanky. His long fingers are callused on the ends from Turns of plucking strings, but aside from this, they’re smooth and elegant, even putting some women to shame.
Kedan’s head is topped by thick locks of ebony hair. It’s always kept smoothed back from his face and tied in a low runnertail. Loose, it comes down to his shoulders and shines a deep violet in bright light. However, it’s rare for anyone to see him with it down. His skin is an attractive olive color as opposed to being tan or pale, an almost bronze color instead. To most, this would indicate time spent outside, but the truth is, his skin color is hereditary. His eyes are a strange, pale gray that border on silver. There is a darker gray ring around the outsides of his irises.
His face is a bit on the long side, sporting a long, slightly curved nose that is neither broad nor small, somewhere comfortably in between. His mouth appears soft, often curved in a small smile whether he realizes it or not. As far as clothing goes, he seems to always be dressed neatly, with hardly a wrinkle anywhere. He favors tunics in blues and grays, though it’s not unusual to see him in an occasional black or green.
Personality:
Though his manner of dress and hair might make him come off with a stern or no-nonsense manner to some, the truth is really just the opposite. One flash of his disarming smile usually goes a long way toward getting someone to lower their defenses. It doesn’t take long at all for the realization that Kedan is very much a lover, not a fighter. He tries to be fair in everything he does, though he knows it’s impossible to please everyone all the time. He is infinitely patient, a great plus when teaching children their ballads, among other things. He has no temper to speak of, and some say he was born in the wrong era, meant for when times were happier and more peaceful. He won’t hesitate to offer his aid to anyone he thinks might need it.. be it to a drudge hauling a heavy load up steep stairs or a child struggling to learn.
Kedan’s first love is music. He has completely devoted himself to singing and playing whatever instruments he can get his hands on. Left to his own devices, the young Journeyman will lock himself up in a room for days sometimes without even realizing it to play and sing and compose. It will only be when someone comes to hunt him down or he gets hungry that he’ll even wonder how long he’s been at it. It’s not unusual for him to randomly start singing in the middle of some task or chore, and he often goes about humming some tune that’s half-finished in his head.
In spite of whatever first impressions he might make, Kedan is generally a kind and considerate young man. There’s little he won’t do for someone, and he’s sympathetic toward those who are in dire situations. Life’s hardships and the times in which he was born have surprisingly not had any visible effect on his sunny disposition. When he’s upset by anything, he doesn’t show it, instead using his music to express himself in bad times and in good. He is more the type to keep one close confidante in which he confides when he finds it necessary. Aside from this, and despite his outwardly friendly nature, he is still, oddly enough, often alone and on his own.
History:
Born to a blue- and greenrider couple at Selenitas, it seemed as if Kedan wasn’t off to a bad start. But his mother was not exactly the brightest glow in the basket and she didn’t really have much in the way of mothering instincts. Thus, she was prepared to put Kedan in the nursery until someone would foster him. However, her father objected to his son being fostered out. His mother, not wanting the responsibility of a child, dumped it all on his father, who happened to also be a Harper.
Growing up as a Harper’s son was.. well, different. Kedan got a very early start in music, as his father sang to him very frequently when they were able to spend time together. At just two Turns of age, Kedan was showing a natural aptitude for music. Naturally this thrilled his father, who had visions of his son becoming a Harper as well. In spite of all this however, he was being brought up in a very Weyr-like manner. Not very many people realized that he was one of the WeyrHarpers’ son and thus he was treated as any wherwhelp running about. He was brought up calling his father by his name rather than ‘papa’, ‘da’, or ‘father’.
His childhood was filled with music, and though his father pushed him harder than any of the other Weyr children, Kedan didn’t seem to mind in the least. By the time he was five Turns of age, Kedan’s talent was obvious to anyone who heard him sing. His soprano was easily fit for the boys’ choir at Harper Hall. This was the point at which his mother seemed to realize how unique the boy was. The boy she had wanted nothing to do with at his birth was suddenly seeing more and more of his mother. She was always asking him to sing for her which puzzled Kedan but he always did so happily, for he loved to sing. But his mother was infringing on time he could be spending in training, according to his father.
The two of them fought, and somehow, Kedan’s mother managed to manipulate his father’s transfer to the north. Kedan knew nothing of this, as his father left in the middle of the night and said his goodbyes to his son while the boy was asleep. When he woke up, his father was gone, never to be seen again. Confused and hurt, not understanding why his father would leave him, the boy turned to his mother for solace. He was unaware that she was the one who had caused it, and remains so today. But eventually, he bounced back, being the resilient child that he was. The continued lessons with the other WeyrHarper were a help, as Kedan could never be down while singing.
By the time her was nine Turns of age, The WeyrHarpers felt they could no longer keep Kedan confined to the Weyr. He was taken to the Harper Hall in the north. While he was delighted beyond measure at the significant increase in his lessons, the war that raged between the northern Weyrs was frightening. Kedan denied it, throwing himself whole-heartedly into his harpering and shutting himself out of the world. The war was something he didn’t understand, and as a human being, he shied away from things he didn’t understand, wanting no part of it at all. The apprentice was oblivious to the fact that his father had been a casualty of said war.
Because he seemed so determined to (literally) tune out the war, Kedan quickly surpassed many of his peers in his lessons. When he became 13, however, he briefly retreated from his own little world to glance at the one around him. He didn’t really like what he saw as the war continued to rage, but before he could seclude himself again, he met with a fellow apprentice. Her name was Morine, and being around the same age as Kedan, she was able to coax him out of his shell a bit. The two became fast friends, and it wasn’t uncommon to see them taking meals and even lessons together. The boy realized that he very much enjoyed having a friend, especially one like Morine who would listen to him, no matter how silly or pointless he felt his opinions or concerns were. In return, he did the same for her.
As they grew older, so too did they grow closer. By the time he was 16, Kedan had earned his Journeyman status. Since he wasn’t eager to traipse about war-torn lands, he insisted that he instead remain at Harper Hall for a time. But of course, he had more than one reason for insisting such a thing. Somehow, he and Morine had gone from being just friends, to.. something more. They had grown remarkably close, so that ‘friend’ was not really an accurate term anymore. And as far as Kedan was concerned, he was going to stay with her for as long as he could. She was important to him, second only to the music that they both loved. How could he go off and leave her? And so it was that he made the decision to wait for her.
At the age of 17, Morine at last achieved her Journeywoman status. With their newfound freedom, the young Harpers could go anywhere they pleased, and they could go together. But it seemed that the real world had other plans for them. Instead of being stationed at the same place as they thought they could manage, it was the worst possible case: each was sent to one of the Weyrs, Morine to Benden and Kedan to Fort. Why? Rather than argue, however, they reluctantly accepted their decision, bade their goodbyes, and left. They communicated through messages and notes carried by flitter back and forth between the Weyrs.
Then one day, the letters stopped coming.
After two days with not even so much as a short note from Morine, Kedan immediately commenced an investigation, sending a note to Harper Hall. A feeling of dread overwhelmed him, to the point where he was finding it impossible to sleep at night. Instead, he paced. When at last he received a return message, it confirmed his worst fears. Morine had become another casualty of the war. The war he’d tried so hard to keep at bay had affected him in the worst way imaginable. Kedan lost his cheery demeanor and slipped into somber mourning. He was 18 at the time. It didn’t take long for the Harper to decide that he’d had enough of the north and its war. He put in for a transfer to Selenitas, the home he hadn’t seen in almost a decade. Once there, he improved somewhat, seeing old faces and hearing familiar names. However, he still has yet to completely move on.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards(Runners?):
Name: Swift
Color: Black
Age: 5 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Swift is a powerfully built runner, deceptively stocky with a generally thick, short build as opposed to long and lean. Despite his heavier-looking build and short, round hindquarters, he is astoundingly fast, thus earning his name. His tail is long but somewhat thin and stringy and his mane remains short and wispy. Unlike many runners, he is true black rather than dark brown or black bay, his coat inky and satiny-smooth. The only marring of white is a perfect star in the middle of his forehead and the barest slip of a white sock on his right fore.
Personality:
In spite of remaining uncut, Swift has a curiously calm disposition. Well-trained, this particular runner obeys commands (both vocal and otherwise) very well. Like many stallions, he has the occasional slip of attention when there is something particularly interesting (like mares) nearby, but for the most part, he is an acceptably and surprisingly docile animal.
Appearance: Kedsk is built strongly, with heavy limbs that are packed with all muscle and not a trace of fat. However, unlike with some creatures, his muscles aren’t just ugly blobs under his hide. Rather, they are well-formed, showing off the right places and make him seem less bulky. In fact, the muscles make him appear quite handsome. His sturdy body, unfortunately, is difficult to lift off in flight for even the amount of time whers can remain in air. Therefore, he chooses not to, making his wings look like the only useless thing on his body. They are thin, unlike his stronger torso and limbs, but when he fans them, it is akin to a very muscular butterfly.
His color, however, isn’t as handsome as his build. He is a dark navy blue, but it is unevenly spread throughout his body. At his joints, the color is only slightly lighter. It isn’t light enough to look like markings, so it is just uneven there, as it is with the rest of his torso, which varies in shades. Near his eyes are a few bumps, almost looking like warts, but they are silvery in color. The color is fine in itself, but it only highlights his peculiar growths. Fortunately for Kedsk, he appears to not notice.
Personality: In general Kedsk is a sweet creature. He is similar to a little child in many ways. He is curious, and always likes delving into things. If he is unfamiliar with something, he is often the first one at the scene, sniffing it out to try and discover what it is. However, this often gets him into trouble, particularly if it concerns something he shouldn’t be doing. Kedsk is the type of wher who would stick his snout into a hole of stinging bugs if they were curious enough. He is also quite playful, enjoying being active. Romping through the jungle at night is one of his favorite pastimes, looking for nocturnal animals he could play with.
However, Kedsk is a creature that likes things to go his way. If things don’t work out that suit his desires, he can become very sulky. His philosophy is that if he doesn’t get what he wants, he won’t enjoy anything that substitutes it. He, instead, will plop down in a corner and will mope as things carry on without him. If things do go his way, however, one would be hard-pressed to find a happier creature on Pern than Kedsk. It is also curious to note that Kedsk is capable of singing. It isn’t beautiful, granted, but sounds oddly like a wolf howling at the moon, haunting and enchanting at the same time.
