Post by Rei on Jan 24, 2010 17:35:42 GMT -5
Name: Darmori
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Questionable but seemingly bi sexual
Rank: Wher handler
Birthday: December 7th, 2998
Family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Physical Appearance:
Darmori stands about 5’ 8” currently. He sports and lanky build but has really no muscle mass to speak of besides what he has gained working as a handler. Very thin he does not cut an imposing figure at all. His face is round but not really fat. More close to oval shaped really then truly round. He has often been described as cute. Similar to the way a little kid is cute. His hair is light blonde in color but is often shaved close to his head. Rarely does he ever let it grow. If it does it never lasts too long. It is almost as if he hates the appearance of it and truly he probably does. His eyes are close set and a clear light blue and are bright and merry most of the time.
He dresses predominantly in work clothes. Shirts in blue and other darker colors such as black, brown, and the occasional purple. His clothes are mainly hand me downs from other people but he does have one set of nice dress clothes that where a turn day gift from the other kitchen workers. He avoids bright colors like the plague and absolutely HATES the color yellow. Never will you see yellow around him. He actually has a mild phobia of the color.
Personality:
If you had to choose one word to some up Darmori it would probably be simple. The teenager is perfectly comfortable with striking up conversations with anyone. Accidental ego stroking is a hobby of his in fact. Adept at finding things to complement someone about he is good about making people feel good about themselves even if what he says isn’t completely always true. Darmori likes to feel protected and if being liked will get him a stable spot in someone’s group he will do whatever it takes to keep himself there. He is definitely not the leader type. No he prefers to be stable wingman.
Eccentric is probably also a good word often used to describe him. He is extremely obsessive about certain things. Such as his room has to be just so or he will go into a cleaning frenzy until everything is as it once was. He also HATES the color yellow and will actively try and remove any yellow object from his line of sight. Gold is ok but yellow is horrendously ugly. His food also cannot under any circumstances have any red in it. Over all he is a happy simpleton with a bundle of quirks.
Another odd quirk the young man has is his obsession with hair. It borders on mental. He hates his own blonde hair and will frequently shave it all off. However other people’s hair is something to be treasured and coveted. He likes to “collect” hair that he likes. If it is a color, texture, or sight that he likes, the owner will first get a polite, if strange, request for a lock of their hair. If that request is declined he will stalk them obsessively until an opportunity arises for him to steal the hair. Weather it be when his quarry sleeps or some other opportune time like the middle of a crowd. The pilfered hair is always braided and then tied with a colored ribbon before being lovingly tucked away into a small chest he keeps for just that purpose.
History:
2998-3011 Birth, Childhood, Drudge
Born to drudge at Selenitas Darmori never learned the name of his mother or father. More than likely some random dragon rider looking for an outlet for flight lust was his father and his mother? Well she died in childbirth. The night the little blonde came into existence it seemed as if he had no one in the world. His mother dead he was given to the creche, and his childhood was spent there. Adopted every now and again he was always returned to the creche for some reason or another. Really it was probably the bizarre behaviors he exhibited. Finally at the age of 10 it was decided that the boy should be made useful and so he was given to the kitchens as a worker. Darmori sought to be useful mainly because it made him feel good to get complements. Despite his eccentric tendencies he became a valued member of the kitchen staff. He slept with the other drudges, worked alongside them and in doing so became immersed in weyrlife.
It was at the age of 10 that Darmori came to understand that there was life going on outside the creche he had come to view as his home. Because he never really viewed the outside world before he began to take a tiny bit more of an active interest in it. The boy was born two years before the northern wars began so he never knew a time when Pern wasn’t in conflict. The affairs of the dragon riders had little to do with life in the kitchens and besides listening to the gossip going around he didn’t involve himself at all. He was content with life. If the drudges where sad, he was sad, if they where happy, he was happy. Beyond snippets of information from the world outside the kitchens and apartments he was pretty much out of the loop. Oh he learned about the flitter plague and the weyrling massacre and such but never really formed and opinion of his own. He allowed his emotions to be swayed the way of his fellow drudges. Simple boy indeed.
3012-3013 Poisoning, Seige, Fascination with whers
Shortly after Darmori turned 13 Shmee the Senior Weyrwoman was poisoned. This affected the kitchens more than anything and he was swept up in the amount of work it made for them. This more than anything made him upset. For the first time he was gaining an opinion about something outside his little kitchen home and it was rather scary. Then came the Siege of Selenitas. This affected Darmori as well as he was evacuated in the middle of the night with the rest of the drudges by the wherhandlers. For the first time in his young life Darmori met one of the so called ugly whers and found himself fascinated. Their trip was a bit uneventful besides the cries of dying dragons and the teen lost no one in the kitchens that he was close to.
Upon the end to the Siege the young lad became a bit disinterested with life in the kitchens and that fact was picked up on by a older drudge named Ineraya. She pushed him to try to get accepted as a candidate. Not for dragons because he had no interest in such, and was different besides, but for the night dwelling whers. Buoyed by her confidence in him Darmori approached the Candidate Master Emoyan. With Ineraya championing him he was allowed to become a candidate.
3014-3015 Fort attack, Harmony, Darmosk, Wasteland
Life was going to be slightly different for him from now on. Just as he was starting to get acclimate himself to the ways of life outside of the kitchens Fort attacked. Darmori had no clue why they where attacked all he knew was that he was being herded to the sands to wait out the attack. Unfortunately this was to be more problematic than his first evacuation. Amid the sounds of dragon fighting the stands where set on fire by the enemy. Chaos ran rampant and when an escape plan was finally hashed out Darmori was evacuated to the coast on the back of a weyrling dragon. The whole thing was scary but the young man, as always, simply rolled with the punches.
It wasn’t long after that that the candidate got accidentally wrapped up in a mandyr hatching that took place in the bathing rooms of all places. There Darmori impressed a rather large and odd looking golden salamandyr who he named Harmony. The little gold soon became the most important thing in the young mans life. The closest thing to a family beyond the kitchens that the boy has come to know. It was only months later that Harmony had her first run and became mated to a bronze salamandyr named Imp. Bringing bluerider Darya into Darmori’s life. Although the candidate didn’t really get the intricacies of mandyr mating he grew to like the older rider quite a bit and considers her a good if sometimes awkward friend.
Not long after Harmony mated and became egg heavy the wher eggs that had been hardened for months were finally ready to hatch. It was during this hatching that Darmori bonded to a bronze wher of all things. A bronze who named himself Darmosk and the pair began their lives as handlers together. Wherling training wasn’t all that hard. More fun for the pair than anything else. The man quickly fell into the role of handler. Working diligently as always. Life for him was simple, consisting of a few things. Darmosk, Harmony, and the handlers he grew to view as family.
Current
Not soon after Darmori became a full handler of the Night sentinel an invading weyr named Wasteland overtook Selenitas. Things for Darmori didn’t really change much and the bronzehandler, like the rest of the wherhandlers, remains mostly unaffected by the affairs of the dragonriders. A mere changing of the guard. His mostly happy life and job remain unaffected.
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Wher
Jive Bronze
Bonded to: Darmori
Name: Darmosk
Color: Bronze #CC5500, #C69633
Age: 2 turns (Born end of 3014)
Physical Appearance:
Large is this bronze. He is a very sturdily built wher, with well muscled legs and a heavy chest. His muscle distribution is a little odd. Most of his strength is focused in the front of his body while his hind quarters are less bulky. His tail is too long and thin for his body and looks out of place. It has a tendency to curl around anything nearby, including the legs of complete strangers. It is surprisingly dexterous and if this wher works at it he'll be able to actually grab things with his tail though it lacks the grasping ability of fingers. This bronze's wings are large enough to allow gliding though he'll have quite a bit of trouble with balance in the air. His claws are wickedly sharp and should be avoided at all costs.
Is this really a bronze wher? The size alone ought to be indicative of his colour, if not his hide. The reason it's questionable? He's a dull orange-bronze colour that lacks a lot of the noticeable shininess of other bronzes. It's still there and definitely noticeable on the brassy colour that seems to drip from his back and head like melted metal. It quite literally looks like it was poured on him and solidified as it ran. There even appear to be droplets where it might have splashed. It covers part of his wings, his tail, his head, and his back but the predominant colour is still the orange-bronze.
Personality:
This bronze is everything one of his colour usually isn't. He's hyper, playful, and sweet. There is absolutely none of the typical egoism of a metallic draconid. He hasn't got a mean bone in his body though he's quite capable of defending himself and the ones he loves if he needs to. He's a bit fatherly in the sense that he'll defend those smaller than him and he likes to teach them how to help themselves. It's very hard to get him to focus for any length of time as he much prefers to play games with the other whers than pay attention to boring old lessons (though teaching lessons he's quite willing to do, adding his own spunk into them). His seemingly boundless energy will make him very tiring for his bonded to look after. Just look at him can make one tired!
This bronze is not a stupid creature and if His was able to get him to direct that intelligence this bronze could do great things. Unfortunately, he runs almost entirely on his emotions and instincts. With time and patience it may be possible to cultivate his intelligence. This bronze's interactions with others are fairly simple. Friends are any who do not mean harm to him, His, or other friends. He often seeks these friends out to play with them. Enemies are any who would do harm to friends and him and his bonded. If they try to hurt ones that this bronze likes he will retaliate and he can be scary when fighting.
Pets
Madness Descends Gold
Name: Harmony
Impressed to: Darmori
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Gold FFFF66
Age: 3 turns (Born beginning of 3014)
Brothers fighting one another
And no one ready to make amends
Violence calls to my spirit and my sanity
Appearance:
Her firelizard sire seems to have effected this gold drastically. She is nearly the size of an average green firelizard, which is absolutely enormous for even a gold salamandyr. It also makes the characteristic lack of a frill even more drastic, the long, hardened spines behind her jawbones potentially dangerous if she isn't careful. Also reflecting her sire, her wings are ridiculously large for her. They'd rightfully belong on a creature half again her size, and she dare not ever flare them lest she be blown away. Instead they remain folded, the claws clasped in front of her rather large chest and the tips dragging behind her like a cape gone horribly wrong.
In fact, the poor gold has very little in the way of dignity. Robust would be a kind description of her; in truth she has the misfortune of a large skeleton as well as a frame that has firmly crossed the line from chunky to downright fat. Waddling when she walks and frequently tripping over her overlarge wings, this queen prefers to set up a throne and stay there so as not to further embarrass herself. She doesn't even have the benefit of a queenly color. This gold is decidedly yellow, and a pale yellow at that, with just enough darker, metallic gold flecks circling her eyes and running down the length of her back to maybe convince someone she isn't just a really strange-looking green firelizard.
Personality:
A well-behaved queen salamandyr? Do such creatures truly exist? Apparently so, because this gold is almost loving when it comes to others of her own species. She isn't the most talkative of salamandyrs, though she tends to be very eloquent when she does choose to speak. Gentle, caring, she makes an excellent salamandyr to go to with all your little salamandyr problems, and she'll do her best to fix them. Just so long as you don't make fun of her, and don't you dare ever call her 'fat' or compare her to a firelizard. In the bat of an eye she'll go from sweet and motherly to a raging hellion, not hesitating to Command any salamandyrs in the vicinity to defend her honor and dignity.
Of course, after most such episodes she feels absolutely terrible, first convincing Hers to bring her food to mollify her mood, then apologizing to the creature she just raged at. Unless, of course, said creature happens to be a firelizard. Firelizards are ignored by this salamandyr at the best of times, and attacked verbally - and even physically - if ignoring them doesn't get the point across. This gold absolutely loathes them with all her might, and will never, ever be caught by one. In fact, only a bronze salamandyr has the hopes of making her his mate, as she's far too big for any smaller salamandyrs, though she appreciates their devotion at making the attempt.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Questionable but seemingly bi sexual
Rank: Wher handler
Birthday: December 7th, 2998
Family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Physical Appearance:
Darmori stands about 5’ 8” currently. He sports and lanky build but has really no muscle mass to speak of besides what he has gained working as a handler. Very thin he does not cut an imposing figure at all. His face is round but not really fat. More close to oval shaped really then truly round. He has often been described as cute. Similar to the way a little kid is cute. His hair is light blonde in color but is often shaved close to his head. Rarely does he ever let it grow. If it does it never lasts too long. It is almost as if he hates the appearance of it and truly he probably does. His eyes are close set and a clear light blue and are bright and merry most of the time.
He dresses predominantly in work clothes. Shirts in blue and other darker colors such as black, brown, and the occasional purple. His clothes are mainly hand me downs from other people but he does have one set of nice dress clothes that where a turn day gift from the other kitchen workers. He avoids bright colors like the plague and absolutely HATES the color yellow. Never will you see yellow around him. He actually has a mild phobia of the color.
Personality:
If you had to choose one word to some up Darmori it would probably be simple. The teenager is perfectly comfortable with striking up conversations with anyone. Accidental ego stroking is a hobby of his in fact. Adept at finding things to complement someone about he is good about making people feel good about themselves even if what he says isn’t completely always true. Darmori likes to feel protected and if being liked will get him a stable spot in someone’s group he will do whatever it takes to keep himself there. He is definitely not the leader type. No he prefers to be stable wingman.
Eccentric is probably also a good word often used to describe him. He is extremely obsessive about certain things. Such as his room has to be just so or he will go into a cleaning frenzy until everything is as it once was. He also HATES the color yellow and will actively try and remove any yellow object from his line of sight. Gold is ok but yellow is horrendously ugly. His food also cannot under any circumstances have any red in it. Over all he is a happy simpleton with a bundle of quirks.
Another odd quirk the young man has is his obsession with hair. It borders on mental. He hates his own blonde hair and will frequently shave it all off. However other people’s hair is something to be treasured and coveted. He likes to “collect” hair that he likes. If it is a color, texture, or sight that he likes, the owner will first get a polite, if strange, request for a lock of their hair. If that request is declined he will stalk them obsessively until an opportunity arises for him to steal the hair. Weather it be when his quarry sleeps or some other opportune time like the middle of a crowd. The pilfered hair is always braided and then tied with a colored ribbon before being lovingly tucked away into a small chest he keeps for just that purpose.
History:
2998-3011 Birth, Childhood, Drudge
Born to drudge at Selenitas Darmori never learned the name of his mother or father. More than likely some random dragon rider looking for an outlet for flight lust was his father and his mother? Well she died in childbirth. The night the little blonde came into existence it seemed as if he had no one in the world. His mother dead he was given to the creche, and his childhood was spent there. Adopted every now and again he was always returned to the creche for some reason or another. Really it was probably the bizarre behaviors he exhibited. Finally at the age of 10 it was decided that the boy should be made useful and so he was given to the kitchens as a worker. Darmori sought to be useful mainly because it made him feel good to get complements. Despite his eccentric tendencies he became a valued member of the kitchen staff. He slept with the other drudges, worked alongside them and in doing so became immersed in weyrlife.
It was at the age of 10 that Darmori came to understand that there was life going on outside the creche he had come to view as his home. Because he never really viewed the outside world before he began to take a tiny bit more of an active interest in it. The boy was born two years before the northern wars began so he never knew a time when Pern wasn’t in conflict. The affairs of the dragon riders had little to do with life in the kitchens and besides listening to the gossip going around he didn’t involve himself at all. He was content with life. If the drudges where sad, he was sad, if they where happy, he was happy. Beyond snippets of information from the world outside the kitchens and apartments he was pretty much out of the loop. Oh he learned about the flitter plague and the weyrling massacre and such but never really formed and opinion of his own. He allowed his emotions to be swayed the way of his fellow drudges. Simple boy indeed.
3012-3013 Poisoning, Seige, Fascination with whers
Shortly after Darmori turned 13 Shmee the Senior Weyrwoman was poisoned. This affected the kitchens more than anything and he was swept up in the amount of work it made for them. This more than anything made him upset. For the first time he was gaining an opinion about something outside his little kitchen home and it was rather scary. Then came the Siege of Selenitas. This affected Darmori as well as he was evacuated in the middle of the night with the rest of the drudges by the wherhandlers. For the first time in his young life Darmori met one of the so called ugly whers and found himself fascinated. Their trip was a bit uneventful besides the cries of dying dragons and the teen lost no one in the kitchens that he was close to.
Upon the end to the Siege the young lad became a bit disinterested with life in the kitchens and that fact was picked up on by a older drudge named Ineraya. She pushed him to try to get accepted as a candidate. Not for dragons because he had no interest in such, and was different besides, but for the night dwelling whers. Buoyed by her confidence in him Darmori approached the Candidate Master Emoyan. With Ineraya championing him he was allowed to become a candidate.
3014-3015 Fort attack, Harmony, Darmosk, Wasteland
Life was going to be slightly different for him from now on. Just as he was starting to get acclimate himself to the ways of life outside of the kitchens Fort attacked. Darmori had no clue why they where attacked all he knew was that he was being herded to the sands to wait out the attack. Unfortunately this was to be more problematic than his first evacuation. Amid the sounds of dragon fighting the stands where set on fire by the enemy. Chaos ran rampant and when an escape plan was finally hashed out Darmori was evacuated to the coast on the back of a weyrling dragon. The whole thing was scary but the young man, as always, simply rolled with the punches.
It wasn’t long after that that the candidate got accidentally wrapped up in a mandyr hatching that took place in the bathing rooms of all places. There Darmori impressed a rather large and odd looking golden salamandyr who he named Harmony. The little gold soon became the most important thing in the young mans life. The closest thing to a family beyond the kitchens that the boy has come to know. It was only months later that Harmony had her first run and became mated to a bronze salamandyr named Imp. Bringing bluerider Darya into Darmori’s life. Although the candidate didn’t really get the intricacies of mandyr mating he grew to like the older rider quite a bit and considers her a good if sometimes awkward friend.
Not long after Harmony mated and became egg heavy the wher eggs that had been hardened for months were finally ready to hatch. It was during this hatching that Darmori bonded to a bronze wher of all things. A bronze who named himself Darmosk and the pair began their lives as handlers together. Wherling training wasn’t all that hard. More fun for the pair than anything else. The man quickly fell into the role of handler. Working diligently as always. Life for him was simple, consisting of a few things. Darmosk, Harmony, and the handlers he grew to view as family.
Current
Not soon after Darmori became a full handler of the Night sentinel an invading weyr named Wasteland overtook Selenitas. Things for Darmori didn’t really change much and the bronzehandler, like the rest of the wherhandlers, remains mostly unaffected by the affairs of the dragonriders. A mere changing of the guard. His mostly happy life and job remain unaffected.
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Wher
Jive Bronze
Bonded to: Darmori
Name: Darmosk
Color: Bronze #CC5500, #C69633
Age: 2 turns (Born end of 3014)
Physical Appearance:
Large is this bronze. He is a very sturdily built wher, with well muscled legs and a heavy chest. His muscle distribution is a little odd. Most of his strength is focused in the front of his body while his hind quarters are less bulky. His tail is too long and thin for his body and looks out of place. It has a tendency to curl around anything nearby, including the legs of complete strangers. It is surprisingly dexterous and if this wher works at it he'll be able to actually grab things with his tail though it lacks the grasping ability of fingers. This bronze's wings are large enough to allow gliding though he'll have quite a bit of trouble with balance in the air. His claws are wickedly sharp and should be avoided at all costs.
Is this really a bronze wher? The size alone ought to be indicative of his colour, if not his hide. The reason it's questionable? He's a dull orange-bronze colour that lacks a lot of the noticeable shininess of other bronzes. It's still there and definitely noticeable on the brassy colour that seems to drip from his back and head like melted metal. It quite literally looks like it was poured on him and solidified as it ran. There even appear to be droplets where it might have splashed. It covers part of his wings, his tail, his head, and his back but the predominant colour is still the orange-bronze.
Personality:
This bronze is everything one of his colour usually isn't. He's hyper, playful, and sweet. There is absolutely none of the typical egoism of a metallic draconid. He hasn't got a mean bone in his body though he's quite capable of defending himself and the ones he loves if he needs to. He's a bit fatherly in the sense that he'll defend those smaller than him and he likes to teach them how to help themselves. It's very hard to get him to focus for any length of time as he much prefers to play games with the other whers than pay attention to boring old lessons (though teaching lessons he's quite willing to do, adding his own spunk into them). His seemingly boundless energy will make him very tiring for his bonded to look after. Just look at him can make one tired!
This bronze is not a stupid creature and if His was able to get him to direct that intelligence this bronze could do great things. Unfortunately, he runs almost entirely on his emotions and instincts. With time and patience it may be possible to cultivate his intelligence. This bronze's interactions with others are fairly simple. Friends are any who do not mean harm to him, His, or other friends. He often seeks these friends out to play with them. Enemies are any who would do harm to friends and him and his bonded. If they try to hurt ones that this bronze likes he will retaliate and he can be scary when fighting.
Pets
Madness Descends Gold
Name: Harmony
Impressed to: Darmori
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Gold FFFF66
Age: 3 turns (Born beginning of 3014)
Brothers fighting one another
And no one ready to make amends
Violence calls to my spirit and my sanity
Appearance:
Her firelizard sire seems to have effected this gold drastically. She is nearly the size of an average green firelizard, which is absolutely enormous for even a gold salamandyr. It also makes the characteristic lack of a frill even more drastic, the long, hardened spines behind her jawbones potentially dangerous if she isn't careful. Also reflecting her sire, her wings are ridiculously large for her. They'd rightfully belong on a creature half again her size, and she dare not ever flare them lest she be blown away. Instead they remain folded, the claws clasped in front of her rather large chest and the tips dragging behind her like a cape gone horribly wrong.
In fact, the poor gold has very little in the way of dignity. Robust would be a kind description of her; in truth she has the misfortune of a large skeleton as well as a frame that has firmly crossed the line from chunky to downright fat. Waddling when she walks and frequently tripping over her overlarge wings, this queen prefers to set up a throne and stay there so as not to further embarrass herself. She doesn't even have the benefit of a queenly color. This gold is decidedly yellow, and a pale yellow at that, with just enough darker, metallic gold flecks circling her eyes and running down the length of her back to maybe convince someone she isn't just a really strange-looking green firelizard.
Personality:
A well-behaved queen salamandyr? Do such creatures truly exist? Apparently so, because this gold is almost loving when it comes to others of her own species. She isn't the most talkative of salamandyrs, though she tends to be very eloquent when she does choose to speak. Gentle, caring, she makes an excellent salamandyr to go to with all your little salamandyr problems, and she'll do her best to fix them. Just so long as you don't make fun of her, and don't you dare ever call her 'fat' or compare her to a firelizard. In the bat of an eye she'll go from sweet and motherly to a raging hellion, not hesitating to Command any salamandyrs in the vicinity to defend her honor and dignity.
Of course, after most such episodes she feels absolutely terrible, first convincing Hers to bring her food to mollify her mood, then apologizing to the creature she just raged at. Unless, of course, said creature happens to be a firelizard. Firelizards are ignored by this salamandyr at the best of times, and attacked verbally - and even physically - if ignoring them doesn't get the point across. This gold absolutely loathes them with all her might, and will never, ever be caught by one. In fact, only a bronze salamandyr has the hopes of making her his mate, as she's far too big for any smaller salamandyrs, though she appreciates their devotion at making the attempt.