Post by rii on Aug 5, 2009 15:25:26 GMT -5
Name: R'ven [Formerly Rulven]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Jr Journeyman Smith; Dragonrider
Physical Appearance:
The first thing people notice about R'ven is his towering height, measuring 6'5 with an equally impressive armspan. He is broad shouldered and sharply defined from his work at the forges; his arms, shoulders and upper back being the more well developed. Years of hard work have made his large hands rough with calluses and his tanned skin tattoo'd with various white burn-scars; his right arm baring the worst collection, the smooth pale skin of scarring criss-crossing like spiderwebs over his forearm and bicep.
Without appearing top-heavy, R'ven's chest narrows down into a slender waist, long legs and the appropriate big feet. His head is considered to be square shaped due to his prominent, strong jawline. Despite his rough features, R'ven has a perma-smile on his face. His typical expression is an odd appearance of aloof happiness, as if regardless of the world around him, he can't help but to smile. High cheekbones give R'ven a deepset pair of hazel eyes; the majority color being a vibrant green with a red-brown circling his pupil and a faded blue riming the outside edges of his eyes. His hair is dark blonde and due to his craft he keeps it short, never letting it grow past his ears.
All together R'ven is considered to have 'rugged good looks', never pretty or feminine. Not much stock is placed in clothing; as R'ven grew up usually wearing only a soot-stained pair of pants, thick boots and maybe a heavy apron while he worked. He is more comfortable sitting around half-naked, not out of any sort of vanity or lack of modesty. Just a simple 'when it gets hot, the clothes come off'.
Personality:
Although an intimating sight, R'ven is the nicest guy anyone could ever meet. He grew up with five adopted sisters and learned quickly to speak little, never say anything negative, and the safest thing he can contribute to a conversation is a simple smile and nod. He's grown to be great listener and to always have an open-mind. Having siblings also molded R'ven to play the role of guardian and peace keeper. He can become fiercely protective, and normally will not stand idle while others feud physically--regardless if they are strangers or kin.
R'ven is by no means stupid. He knows when people are insulting him or trying to pick a fight. He knows that some of the things he does, or the words that come out of his mouth, are far from being considered intelligent. He may not be the smartest guy, but the soft calmness in his eyes speaks more of a deep personal choice to lead a simple life; to smile instead of scowl.
After impression Trilaranth, a certain darkness has crept into R'ven normally peaceful ways. He's never been one to push around, but the brownrider was always will to turn the other cheek to people's harsh words. No longer. R'ven's got the smirk and words that mix in with his former manners and Trilaranth's dark humor. He still plays things close to his chest, but there is no doubt a good dose of the ego has finally come through to show on the surface.
History:
Rulven's parents died when he was very young, causing him to grow up under the guidance of his Uncle and the man's five daughters in Hypen Hold. He can't remember anything about his parents, and he never thought to ask. It never bothered him since he had a busy, happy family that left little time to ponder over what ifs.
Ever since the age of ten Rulven worked in his Uncle's forge learning the ways of a smith. His growth spurth came quick, shooting him up to 6' by the age of fourteen. He was nothing but wiry then, but over the years of hard work his body finished growing and filled out. At the age of eighteen Rulven earned the rank of junior journeyman smith by means of Uncle, who had become achieved becoming a Mastersmith.
One night a few months after his nineteenth turn he heard screaming from outside of the house. Upon investigating, Rulven found one of his younger sisters being assaulted by two foreign men. They had come down on a boat to trade with Hyperion, odd since typically all trade with the north is done through Lighttower. Responding instantly to the scene, Rulven attacked with an eerice sense of cold, calm fury. He can no longer remember the details of the fight, but he had ended it--snapping the neck of one man and beating the other so bad he later died from internal bleeding. Rulven never felt regret for what he did, nor does it haunt him in any way. His behavior could only be described as feral; animalistic.
The peace-minded folk of Hypen did not feel comfortable with what Rulven had done. They agreed that although his actions were justifiable, such violence was more common in the North; thusly they disapproved. A strife began between the town folk and Rulven's Uncle, and it finally got to the point where his Uncle decided it was best arrange to have Rulven stationed, as a craftsman, at Selenitas Weyr.
Rulven vaguely remembered the news of a girl from Hypen impressing a queen at the Weyr. It sounded like an honor, but Rulven couldn't really recall, but he knew she had died a turn or more ago. Other than the town recently sending supplies, because of the Weyr being attacked, Rulven knows little to knowing of weyrlife and it's history. Yet, knowing that he can no longer return to Hypen to live, Rulven asked to become a Candidate, feeling it the right choice to learn and accept his new path in life.
Rulven became R'ven at his first standing, despite his attempt to stand as far away from the hatching as possible. A malevolent brown named Trilaranth. It began a rather tempestuous relationship as R'ven tried to fight off his brown's darker side. It became harder to endure after starting a relationship with a greenrider named Erilena. R'ven grew distant, testy.. and in the end it ruined their relationship. They broke up after a turn.
It wasn't until after the invasion, with R'ven escaping with the Senior weyrlings to Burimyu, that the brownrider started accepting Trilaranth's personality. He's grown over the last turn, shaping into a better representation of dragon and rider..
Dragons:
Name: Trilaranth
Color: Brown #BB9333
Age:Adult
Physical Appearance: Tall and sturdy, it looks as if it would take a hurricane to topple this Brown over. Packed with muscle, Trilaranth can rend and tear with the best of the Bronzes. He also has their capacity of endurance, even if it does only equal that of a smaller Bronze. Long wings and a long muscular tail are paired with shorter legs and a shorter neck, with a giving him a very bull-dogish appearance. It doesn't help in the least that his face is almost always pulled back into a snarl. Unlike some of his sleeker cousins Trilaranth has a broader and rounder face, and a barrel like chest. On the ground he will be the furthest thing from graceful and more like the thundering giant he his, the Brown's footfalls will be heard well before he is seen. Even in the sky he is something of a looming presence, his gruff exterior rightly giving some Dragons and their Riders second thoughts about approaching him for anything.
Though there is very little room for doubt that he is anything other than a Brown, his coloration betrays his big ego. Yellowish brown, Trilaranth's color cannot be described as anything other than fawn, if not slightly darker than the true pigment. Dark Brown lines like wisps of black smoke curl up his legs getting lighter and lighter until they blend into the rest of his body. These same lines run up his tail and in a separate instance over his maw, each petering out before entirely consuming his body. It can often be said that Trilaranth looks as if he was fighting off tendrils of malevolent darkness. Black claws and long fangs are nothing to trifle with, not that many will want to tango with this Brown in the first place. You don't mess with him without coming away with wounds.
Personality: Trilaranth is very much the enforcer. If a Bronze needed something done that wasn't particularly pleasant, the Brown would be their first choice. He likes to carry out tasks like punishments, and his favorite position is on a Bronze's right hand side. He doesn't want to lead, not like some of the more ambitious males of his color. He wants to be just under that position, the dragon that the more powerful males turn to if they need something done. He knows he is strong even in dragon standards, and he plays that fact however often it will help him in the long run. He doesn't flaunt it, because its painfully obvious anyways. Trilaranth is intelligent enough, not a genius at strategy or rather anything in fact. And in battle there is little that can draw his attention away. If there is one thing that this Brown excels at, is aerial combat. He will absorb everything and anything there is to know about formations and fighting. To add fuel to the fire, Trilaranth can often be head strong and grow angry as easily as an agitated feline.
He does, of course, have a gentler side. Females are his ultimate soft spot. He adores Greens, with them he is infinitely more kind at the get go than he is to other males. Although he prefers Dragon females, the kindness extends to human females as well. Unless of course, they are his enemy, then he has very little problem causing them joyous amounts of pain. Other than that, Trilaranth also is surprisingly tender with R'ven. His human is a fragile creature and if he got broke, he could not simply replace him! No! He was to be protected, and showered with praise. He is the one and only human for him, and therefore, beyond precious. Trilaranth would put himself in harms way to save his human. Although, there is a certain allure to the simple days of bonding over giving him a bath. He likes it when he can spend peaceful days with R'ven.
Name: Ca'tauri (cuh-tao-ri)
Species: Feline
Gender: Female
Age: mature
Parents: Shau'ri and Scara
Description: Scruffy is one word to describe this kitten, her fur is mismatched in length and it looks as if she has a thick mane of fur around her neck. Even the color of her coat is a little chaotic. Bold patches of dark and light brown cover her body, occasionally being dissected by stripes of ginger and her belly is a soft dull white with a matching sock on her left foot. Very much like her mother in the way of ragdoll like cuteness, the fur is anything but coarse. Soft but silky, Ca'tauri is one of the most desired felines to cuddle with. She doesn't mind the attention either! Although unlike her dam, she has muted bluishgreen eyes that seem to contain all the warmth in the world. Ca'tauri will be long and grow to a considerable size, big enough to cover her owner's lap while all stretched out for sure. And R'ven is no small man to be sure.
Personality: If any feline could be more playful than Ca'tauri, then Pern would fall straight to its knees. This rascal will play with anything from a stray ball of fluff to R'ven's toes that wiggle under his furs. She loves to climb and knock things over, especially when it suits her playful fancies. Known to hide around corners just so she can jump out and attack someone's boots, people will have to be careful not to hit into this scamp. If she is anything other than playful, it has to be loving. She likes nothing more than to sleep, lay or sit on her human. To her, he is the greatest human in the world, and getting petted for doing what she likes isn't half bad either!
If she senses that her Human isn't acting normal, Ca'tauri will jump up onto him and purr loudly. And my! What a powerful purr this feline has. It is loud and once she starts she keeps on going, especially if she's being played with or scratched. She'll rub up against R'ven and demand to be petted until he picks her up and pays some attention to her. What better medicine to a down human than a cuddle with a cute kitten? Surely, he should listen to cat logic more often.
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Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Jr Journeyman Smith; Dragonrider
Physical Appearance:
The first thing people notice about R'ven is his towering height, measuring 6'5 with an equally impressive armspan. He is broad shouldered and sharply defined from his work at the forges; his arms, shoulders and upper back being the more well developed. Years of hard work have made his large hands rough with calluses and his tanned skin tattoo'd with various white burn-scars; his right arm baring the worst collection, the smooth pale skin of scarring criss-crossing like spiderwebs over his forearm and bicep.
Without appearing top-heavy, R'ven's chest narrows down into a slender waist, long legs and the appropriate big feet. His head is considered to be square shaped due to his prominent, strong jawline. Despite his rough features, R'ven has a perma-smile on his face. His typical expression is an odd appearance of aloof happiness, as if regardless of the world around him, he can't help but to smile. High cheekbones give R'ven a deepset pair of hazel eyes; the majority color being a vibrant green with a red-brown circling his pupil and a faded blue riming the outside edges of his eyes. His hair is dark blonde and due to his craft he keeps it short, never letting it grow past his ears.
All together R'ven is considered to have 'rugged good looks', never pretty or feminine. Not much stock is placed in clothing; as R'ven grew up usually wearing only a soot-stained pair of pants, thick boots and maybe a heavy apron while he worked. He is more comfortable sitting around half-naked, not out of any sort of vanity or lack of modesty. Just a simple 'when it gets hot, the clothes come off'.
Personality:
Although an intimating sight, R'ven is the nicest guy anyone could ever meet. He grew up with five adopted sisters and learned quickly to speak little, never say anything negative, and the safest thing he can contribute to a conversation is a simple smile and nod. He's grown to be great listener and to always have an open-mind. Having siblings also molded R'ven to play the role of guardian and peace keeper. He can become fiercely protective, and normally will not stand idle while others feud physically--regardless if they are strangers or kin.
R'ven is by no means stupid. He knows when people are insulting him or trying to pick a fight. He knows that some of the things he does, or the words that come out of his mouth, are far from being considered intelligent. He may not be the smartest guy, but the soft calmness in his eyes speaks more of a deep personal choice to lead a simple life; to smile instead of scowl.
After impression Trilaranth, a certain darkness has crept into R'ven normally peaceful ways. He's never been one to push around, but the brownrider was always will to turn the other cheek to people's harsh words. No longer. R'ven's got the smirk and words that mix in with his former manners and Trilaranth's dark humor. He still plays things close to his chest, but there is no doubt a good dose of the ego has finally come through to show on the surface.
History:
Rulven's parents died when he was very young, causing him to grow up under the guidance of his Uncle and the man's five daughters in Hypen Hold. He can't remember anything about his parents, and he never thought to ask. It never bothered him since he had a busy, happy family that left little time to ponder over what ifs.
Ever since the age of ten Rulven worked in his Uncle's forge learning the ways of a smith. His growth spurth came quick, shooting him up to 6' by the age of fourteen. He was nothing but wiry then, but over the years of hard work his body finished growing and filled out. At the age of eighteen Rulven earned the rank of junior journeyman smith by means of Uncle, who had become achieved becoming a Mastersmith.
One night a few months after his nineteenth turn he heard screaming from outside of the house. Upon investigating, Rulven found one of his younger sisters being assaulted by two foreign men. They had come down on a boat to trade with Hyperion, odd since typically all trade with the north is done through Lighttower. Responding instantly to the scene, Rulven attacked with an eerice sense of cold, calm fury. He can no longer remember the details of the fight, but he had ended it--snapping the neck of one man and beating the other so bad he later died from internal bleeding. Rulven never felt regret for what he did, nor does it haunt him in any way. His behavior could only be described as feral; animalistic.
The peace-minded folk of Hypen did not feel comfortable with what Rulven had done. They agreed that although his actions were justifiable, such violence was more common in the North; thusly they disapproved. A strife began between the town folk and Rulven's Uncle, and it finally got to the point where his Uncle decided it was best arrange to have Rulven stationed, as a craftsman, at Selenitas Weyr.
Rulven vaguely remembered the news of a girl from Hypen impressing a queen at the Weyr. It sounded like an honor, but Rulven couldn't really recall, but he knew she had died a turn or more ago. Other than the town recently sending supplies, because of the Weyr being attacked, Rulven knows little to knowing of weyrlife and it's history. Yet, knowing that he can no longer return to Hypen to live, Rulven asked to become a Candidate, feeling it the right choice to learn and accept his new path in life.
Rulven became R'ven at his first standing, despite his attempt to stand as far away from the hatching as possible. A malevolent brown named Trilaranth. It began a rather tempestuous relationship as R'ven tried to fight off his brown's darker side. It became harder to endure after starting a relationship with a greenrider named Erilena. R'ven grew distant, testy.. and in the end it ruined their relationship. They broke up after a turn.
It wasn't until after the invasion, with R'ven escaping with the Senior weyrlings to Burimyu, that the brownrider started accepting Trilaranth's personality. He's grown over the last turn, shaping into a better representation of dragon and rider..
Dragons:
Name: Trilaranth
Color: Brown #BB9333
Age:Adult
Physical Appearance: Tall and sturdy, it looks as if it would take a hurricane to topple this Brown over. Packed with muscle, Trilaranth can rend and tear with the best of the Bronzes. He also has their capacity of endurance, even if it does only equal that of a smaller Bronze. Long wings and a long muscular tail are paired with shorter legs and a shorter neck, with a giving him a very bull-dogish appearance. It doesn't help in the least that his face is almost always pulled back into a snarl. Unlike some of his sleeker cousins Trilaranth has a broader and rounder face, and a barrel like chest. On the ground he will be the furthest thing from graceful and more like the thundering giant he his, the Brown's footfalls will be heard well before he is seen. Even in the sky he is something of a looming presence, his gruff exterior rightly giving some Dragons and their Riders second thoughts about approaching him for anything.
Though there is very little room for doubt that he is anything other than a Brown, his coloration betrays his big ego. Yellowish brown, Trilaranth's color cannot be described as anything other than fawn, if not slightly darker than the true pigment. Dark Brown lines like wisps of black smoke curl up his legs getting lighter and lighter until they blend into the rest of his body. These same lines run up his tail and in a separate instance over his maw, each petering out before entirely consuming his body. It can often be said that Trilaranth looks as if he was fighting off tendrils of malevolent darkness. Black claws and long fangs are nothing to trifle with, not that many will want to tango with this Brown in the first place. You don't mess with him without coming away with wounds.
Personality: Trilaranth is very much the enforcer. If a Bronze needed something done that wasn't particularly pleasant, the Brown would be their first choice. He likes to carry out tasks like punishments, and his favorite position is on a Bronze's right hand side. He doesn't want to lead, not like some of the more ambitious males of his color. He wants to be just under that position, the dragon that the more powerful males turn to if they need something done. He knows he is strong even in dragon standards, and he plays that fact however often it will help him in the long run. He doesn't flaunt it, because its painfully obvious anyways. Trilaranth is intelligent enough, not a genius at strategy or rather anything in fact. And in battle there is little that can draw his attention away. If there is one thing that this Brown excels at, is aerial combat. He will absorb everything and anything there is to know about formations and fighting. To add fuel to the fire, Trilaranth can often be head strong and grow angry as easily as an agitated feline.
He does, of course, have a gentler side. Females are his ultimate soft spot. He adores Greens, with them he is infinitely more kind at the get go than he is to other males. Although he prefers Dragon females, the kindness extends to human females as well. Unless of course, they are his enemy, then he has very little problem causing them joyous amounts of pain. Other than that, Trilaranth also is surprisingly tender with R'ven. His human is a fragile creature and if he got broke, he could not simply replace him! No! He was to be protected, and showered with praise. He is the one and only human for him, and therefore, beyond precious. Trilaranth would put himself in harms way to save his human. Although, there is a certain allure to the simple days of bonding over giving him a bath. He likes it when he can spend peaceful days with R'ven.
Name: Ca'tauri (cuh-tao-ri)
Species: Feline
Gender: Female
Age: mature
Parents: Shau'ri and Scara
Description: Scruffy is one word to describe this kitten, her fur is mismatched in length and it looks as if she has a thick mane of fur around her neck. Even the color of her coat is a little chaotic. Bold patches of dark and light brown cover her body, occasionally being dissected by stripes of ginger and her belly is a soft dull white with a matching sock on her left foot. Very much like her mother in the way of ragdoll like cuteness, the fur is anything but coarse. Soft but silky, Ca'tauri is one of the most desired felines to cuddle with. She doesn't mind the attention either! Although unlike her dam, she has muted bluishgreen eyes that seem to contain all the warmth in the world. Ca'tauri will be long and grow to a considerable size, big enough to cover her owner's lap while all stretched out for sure. And R'ven is no small man to be sure.
Personality: If any feline could be more playful than Ca'tauri, then Pern would fall straight to its knees. This rascal will play with anything from a stray ball of fluff to R'ven's toes that wiggle under his furs. She loves to climb and knock things over, especially when it suits her playful fancies. Known to hide around corners just so she can jump out and attack someone's boots, people will have to be careful not to hit into this scamp. If she is anything other than playful, it has to be loving. She likes nothing more than to sleep, lay or sit on her human. To her, he is the greatest human in the world, and getting petted for doing what she likes isn't half bad either!
If she senses that her Human isn't acting normal, Ca'tauri will jump up onto him and purr loudly. And my! What a powerful purr this feline has. It is loud and once she starts she keeps on going, especially if she's being played with or scratched. She'll rub up against R'ven and demand to be petted until he picks her up and pays some attention to her. What better medicine to a down human than a cuddle with a cute kitten? Surely, he should listen to cat logic more often.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.