Post by Tashe on Dec 20, 2010 18:56:54 GMT -5
Human:
Name: Zemaren
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, strong pref toward females
Rank: Wherling, Journeyman Harper
Turnday: September 16, 2995
Physical Appearance: Zemaren has dark black hair, and although its generally straight it will curl up into waves when damp or wet. Soft but thick, the Harper tends to keep it longer because he thinks it looks better. Zemaren's eyes are a reddish brown with darker rings around their irises. Near the corner of his left eye, he has a small freckle that will often disappear when he smiles. Zemaren has olive skin and is slightly pale despite all of his traveling on both the Northern and Southern continents. As far as particular markings, he has a smattering of freckles on his arms and a few on his back. He's about 5'7 and a half and is of a healthy weight for his height. The Harper isn't skinny but doesn't have very much fat at all, he can thank being trained in hand to hand combat for his physique. Zemaren is strong in the arm without looking like it but when it comes to running he's not the best. But his most recognizable feature has to be his deep, smooth voice. And when he sings, his voice turns out to be a light baritone, almost tenor-like but lower and milder.
Zemaren dresses nicely even in his most casual clothing, making it obvious that he grew up with at least some wealth. He enjoys being clean but isn't terribly against getting dirty. He's a Journeyman, he expects to be without a bed or bath for more than one night in a row clean. His clothing is usually of fine quality, although not necessarily fancy. He prefers simple styles that are practical in almost any situation except for the most formal occasions. Its best to read his over all appearance as, presentable. Whether its just attending class or playing for a simple feast, he's pretty much ready to grab an instrument or a writing utensil and get to work. As far as jewelry goes, Zemaren doesn't wear any. Well... unless of course, you count the leather cuff he wears around his left wrist. Otherwise his ears, neck and wrists are free of the distracting objects.
Personality: Zemaren is like dark chocolate, bitter sweet, you either like him or you don't. He has a particular way of getting under people's skin and staying there, like an itch you just can't scratch. The best thing is, he can control who he needles and pokes to boiling point while saving everyone else the trouble of having to go through it. If he likes you, Zemaren will be... well, Zemaren. He's painfully blunt and is somehow able to pull off both ignoring you and giving you undivided attention at the same time. Half the time, you can't tell whether he's actually listening or paying more attention to the spot of mud on his boots than on you telling him about your day. Because of this apparent lack of interest, Zemaren is a generally laid back type of person, though when it comes down to it he can be brutally formal. He'll even go through the trouble of grooming himself to pristine quality if he's allotted the time.
Now when it comes to women, or particularly attractive men, everything turns topsy-turvy and Zemaren becomes the epitome of suave. He will go out of his way to set up lovely dates, get gifts, even open doors for the object of his affection. Despite his almost over doting quality when it comes to the opposite sex, he does have some undesirable lines of thought. Most notably that women are of lesser standing to men. Not to say that they are worthless except for passing on the genetics of the line, no, he believes they are able to do more than that. Female Dragonriders are, of course, the most stable representation. He just believes that men can do all of the most important things well, better than women. Therefore, superiority should be awarded.
Zemaren is somewhere in between ambitious and lacking any ambition whatsoever. If its something he really wants, then the Harper will go after it with a passion. He might even put his heart and soul into the process, if what he is striving for is indeed worth the trouble. But if what he's presented with is only a passing fancy, it might take twice as long to get it done than something he's actually interested in. Duties and chores are considered in the same regard as to just how much work he actually puts into it. Unless whatever he has to do is anyway involved with his Craft. Music and singing are his tried and true lovers, he'd never complain about them.
History: Born the second son of Zemdarian and Mareinel, Zemaren grew up in general wealth given the position he and his family held. And at Telgar, your social position played a large part in how you were treated. Coming from the second "purest" bloodline and with a father who's cousin was the Lord holder himself, Zemaren quickly had to learn how to survive in a hold who was almost fanatical about loyalty and honor. And, despite finding Riding runners and contests of strength amusing, it wasn't very long before he found out that his true abilities lie in music. When he first became interested in music, Zemaren would watch the Hold's Harper, eventually asking if the man would show him how to play the lyre. It was immediately obvious to the older man that Zemaren had a talent for the arts, even more so when the boy began singing. The raw fluidity of the young boy's voice was enough for the Journeyman to petition Zemdarian to send his son to the Harper Hall as soon as possible. It took over a turn of convincing before Zemdarian ceded to the thought and sent the eleven turn old away to Fort Hold for training.
Adjusting to the Harper Hall lifestyle was... moderately difficult. Zemaren had grown up being taught that outwardly and in public he needed to treat women as the lesser sex, but in private dote upon them because they help men in more ways than one. The Harper Hall held no such regard, there the women were treated like they were nothing or worse if they were unlucky. Everything he had learned he needed to bottle up and store away, else he be subjected to the teasing that went on behind everyone's backs. But the treatment of women wasn't the most difficult for Zemaren to handle, it was the homophobia. It was around the age of thirteen that he found himself attracted to men as well as women. This attraction was a dark secret that had to be kept to himself at all costs, or at least, kept a secret.
He was fifteen when Zemaren found himself in a love affair with another man. If he had thought it hard to keep his secret safe before, it became five times worse when he began sleeping with the Journeyman who he was assigned to. Dekarek was irresistible. He wasn't the most handsome man on Pern but he had this rueful charm about him that was tantalizing and his hands... oh his hands were confident. He introduced Zemaren to what being with a man could really be like, it was with him that the young Harper could temporarily forget that he also loved women. Their liaisons would happen only when they were sent out of the Hall to play at feasts or get togethers, and even then only when they felt it safe enough. For they were both concerned about being caught, neither wanting the other to get in trouble. It was when they were temporarily assigned to Nabol that everything ceased in it's tracks.
The very first night they stayed Nabol the Harper pair played in a tavern and at first everything pointed to the night being quiet and peaceful. But soon a fight broke out between two of the bar patrons. Dekarek, despite Zemaren's protests, went to break up the fight, having done this numerous times in his years of Craft work. What the Journeyman didn't notice was that one of the men had a knife. As he interfered in the fight, Dekarek wasn't able to move fast enough to avoid the knife as it was swung at him. The blade struck him deep in the side, causing the man to stumble backward and collapse against the bar. Zemaren let his violin clatter to the floor and ran his side the tears that were supposed to come were held frozen in disbelief. He took the leather cuff that Dekarek gave to him silently, everything feeling like it was a dream. It took the final touch from the Journeyman's fingers to throw the young man into a frenzy, and despite all his yelling and pleading, the Healer came too late to help Dekarek. It took nearly a Turn for Zemaren to move on from his lover's death, though he was still careful enough to hide it behind a veil. He needed to convince those around him that Dekarek had been nothing more than a very close friend, and somehow he was able to. After that he took no other man to bed, finding himself more willing to be with women after all the pain he had gone through. It was just easier on his heart, to be with the opposite sex.
The Turn he spent with Dekarek was also the Turn in which D'loro and Kamerai were murdered by C'leon. R'anatar took up the leadership of the Weyr and at Fort Hold, Kazoreled took over as the Lordholder with his wife Ralirim. The Hold itself became much more business like and a whole lot more loyal to the Weyr for which it was named after. Being a Harper in the Hall, one was prone to hear all sorts of news from all over Pern, and it was there that Zemaren got most of his information. He heard about nearly everything that went on, from the Weyrling Massacre at Selenitas to Benden's attempt to execute the Selentias Weyrwomen. In fact most of the interesting news that filtered through the Harper Hall happened to be about the weyr on the southern continent. In 3012 both Benden and Fort attacked Selentias, although... Zemaren could debate that J'lorin becoming Benden's new Weyrleader was far more surprising than Selentias being attacked... for the umpteenth time. And the only thing interesting to come through the Hall in 3013 was the unexpected alliance between Benden and Selentias. Anger and annoyance seemed to be the main emotions buzzing around Fort Hold and Weyr at that particular time.
He walked the tables at eighteen with a specialization in both singing and the violin. By this time he was tired of the general feel of Fort Hold and the Harper Hall, finding it almost freeing when he was sent out for temporary stationing at Holds or nightly parties. And although he found his wonderings like an escape, he quickly found himself out of the loop when it came to news of the War. Most of what happened in 3014 was lost to him. Occasionally he heard about the biggest events, like High Reaches being completely destroyed and then Selenitas being attacked. But unless is was a major tavern time topic, he probably only heard snippets about it. The journeyman put up with it for another Turn before submitting a request for a permanent station, willing even to take a position down on the Southern continent. Fortunately for Zemaren the elderly Harper at Hyphen Hold had recently passed away and the Hold proper recently asked for two new Harpers of relatively young age. The Journeyman took it without much hesitation and set off to the Southern Continent along with a meek but interesting female Harper named Nemari.
For the most part Zemaren enjoyed his time at Hyphen, playing and singing for numerous people including the guests who came to enjoy the hot springs. His high, baritone mixed beautifully with his partner's lower alto and their music mixed best when he played the lyre and she played her harp. Needless to say, they were at least appreciated there. Six months into their station the Southern Continent was thrown for a loop when Selentias Weyr was attacked and invaded by an unknown Dragonriding force. It took a few months for the real information to leak down to Hyphen, but it wasn't anything good. Rebel riders from Benden had taken over Selentias and forced the Weyrwoman to surrender, driving out or killing a large portion of the Weyr's Dragons. For a while, Hyphen was abuzz with tension. Not like their relationship with Selentias was ever perfect, but now it seemed to be more rocky than ever.
It was December, Zemaren was in the courtyard playing his violin while Nemari sang a song born from the winter season and the children who had nothing to do arranged themselves haphazardly around the duo. This is what the Harpers would have done for hours if left undisturbed, but disturbed they were. The downdraft from Dragon wings startled them into stopping after making him stumble over a note, something he had not done in many a turn. Looking from his bow to the Dragons who had landed Zemaren would gladly admit his puzzlement. What were Dragons doing here?
Selenitas: Candidate and Wherling 3015-16
Unsure why a Dragon would pick him, of all people, out of the crowd to be a Candidate was beyond him. In fact, the only reason Zemaren even left Hyphen at all was for the chance to play his Violin in a Weyr. They were vastly different than Holds and he hoped the feeling of playing in one would be different as well. He was searched just in time for Millieth's hatching, but he didn't stand, not really caring one way or another. Perhaps it was fortunate that he did so, for he missed the entire hatching fiasco. He was used to stories of cullings so the outcome didn't surprise him. Hyphen Hold held a Gather, and Zemaren ended up being able to reunite and play with Nemari once again. He went everyday and played with the rest of the Harpers who had come around to preform. He had been there when the Wastelanders found and killed the exiles. Although he didn't hold Selenitas above Wasteland, he wasn't terribly impressed with the way the Wastelanders handled the situation.
Eikask was caught and laid a clutch of seven eggs. Despite not wanting to attend the hatching, Zemaren was poked and prodded into doing so by the slightly taller, intimidating presence of two Harpers who outranked him. Didn't help his mood that he sprained his ankle on the way there, making him late to the hatching. Fortunately he was left alone by the conglomeration of Harpers on the sands (what, did Wher's find Harpers appealing or something?), but his solitude was broken by a young Brown Wher charging straight at him. The little sucker was small but shards, was he strong. After Zemaren regained his breath he realized that the little Brown now sitting in his lap was his and his alone. Well... after the Brown accidently cut his arm with his claws and licked up his blood. Little things...
Wherling lessons progressed and Zemaren grew attached to his sweet, but dumb as a post, Brown. The Wher was a glutton though and was fat despite all of the Harper's attempts at limiting Zemask's food intake. His final Wherling lesson ended in injury when the Mineshafts collapsed around there class, seperating them from eachother and roughing them up. Fortunately Zemaren escaped only with a smarting head and buising head to toe, Zemask met with a similar set of injuries, with the exception of a sprained wing joint.
Turns 3017-3018 {begining}
The only spectacular things to happen was the earthquake that destroyed Selenitas, the move to Burimyu and the attack of the mystery creatures upon which the Whers doled out a whollop of punishment on. Oh and Eikask laid a new queen wher. His opinions on the matters were largely life happens, Zemask why are you chasing things, and, why dont I write some kind of song. Most of the time he jumped back and forth between Hyphen and New Selenitas to continue his Harpering with his lovely if meek partner he had left behind.
Later 3018 - 3021
These turns sucked. One, Selenitas joined the war. Two, there was very little he could do on the whole 'helping' front. And three, his song making abilities seemed to go haywire for the greater part of 3019. (Another thing happened in 3019, Zemask managed to catch Kaiusk and have babies. The Brown Wher nearly had a heartattack of happiness when his babies eventually hatched. The Brown was certainly the epitome of fatherly affection.) Zemaran managed to crank out a few songs in 3020 about the defeat of Fort and the brave riders who chased them out. In 3021 he and Zemask (or rather all the whers) were set to work helping with the extensive renovations that were set in motion. Though when the news came that all Riders and Handlers who had a craft were going to be slpit from the Weyr and put into holds, he was none to happy.
3021-3023
Having been given the choice of Holds, the Brownhandler packed up his things and moved back to the Hold he knew as his second home. Not only would he be given access to the Harper Hall, but he would also be able to quickly jump between and help with the construction of Inverness. The work would give him and Zemask something to do. As the turns passed, Zemaren fell back nicely into WhatchWhering and studying as a Harper, mostly working with the Masters to help boost his knowledge in his craft. Don't get him wrong, he loved Weyr life, but he wasn't about to give up his one true passion for it. Plus, Zemask seemed happy enough once he promised that they would go back and visit Selenitas from time to time. Plus, now he could go and visit his family, who, were more than willing to have him come back... and by more than willing, I mean, they immedietly started trying to get him to marry someone. He was getting "old" afterall.
Hope Brown
Bonded to: Zemaren
Name: Zemask
Age: 8 Turns
Color: Brown #E48400 #826644 #C04000
Based On: Dodo
Physical Appearance: It is no surprise with this guy's eating habits and lifestyle that he is overweight. What is surprising is that it is to a more limited degree than would be the norm. The result is an extremely high metabolism. This will eventually change (think 10-15 turns) and his metabolism will begin to drop and he will start putting on more weight. He will be doomed to being a roly poly, squishy wher if he doesn't begin to seriously excercise at some point...or eat less. Beyond his obvious fat, this wher is huge and long. He gives average sized bronzes a run for their marks in size. His wings are even larger than his size would usually need.
This wher is a fulvous - orangey brown - coloured wher with somewhat colour clashing markings that are nonetheless charming on him. But first, the fulvous colouring fades towards the stomach though it nowhere near reaches white. The sails of his wings, his head, and his tail is a much calmer raw umber in colour. This raw umber makes very faint patterns in the fulvous brown that make him appear very roughly to have feather. The final colour on his hide is a mahogany brown on his feet and on his muzzle.
Even if this brown could run fast he probably wouldn't. He enjoys taking his time when he can (though he won't dilly dally on purpose if His is rushing him). He's strong but hampered by the fat, or else he would be like a tank: unstoppable. Gliding, too, would have been rediculously easy if he learned and wasn't too heavy. Unless he actually melts off those pounds he'll be stuck in a slow moving state until he grows old. Should he ever actually do so he still won't be particularly fast but it'll be a marked improvement.
Personality: Dumb as a post. Okay, maybe not quite that dumb, but he still won't be able to grasp all that much. Sleeping, moving, loving, and eating are about all he really understands and is good at. Surprisingly, he's well aware of his stupidity but it doesn't bother him. What's wrong with enjoying the simple things in life? That's really all he'll ever need. He's content hoping for the day when all he wants is given to him. He'll always be full of this hope even though all he seems to do is attract bad luck. Just as the moons shine again, he will keep waiting for his chance to become something to be proud of and looked up to.
Until then, he's quite happy to collect and eat food. Calling this guy a glutton is an understatement. Any and all food is liable to be practically inhaled by him if given a quarter of a chance. He looooves food and he loves anyone who willingly gives him food. His will have to be very careful not to let him over-eat too much (preventing it entirely is simply impossible) and visits to the infirmary might be an almost nightly thing. After eating he tends to become incredibly lazy and getting him to so much as stand up at all is a real struggle. On top of being a glutton he's also prone to sleeping half of the night (and al lof the day) away. While he's actually easy to wake he tends to just go right back to sleep within a minute unless he woke up naturally. Not a terribly useful wher.
But he is sweet. If he's awake and around someone who needs a wher to listen to them he's always good for it. Always. He is never cranky and he never says anything to make the other feel worse if he can help it. He's not great at providing advice (being as dumb as he is) but he does a decent job at being a comforting presence. In emergencies he is always completely calm. It's also one of the rare cases where he may snap at another in order to get them back on track and thinking straight, because he sure can't. When not caught up in a serious conversation he tends to change topics abruptly and to things seemingly unconnected.
D< Bronze
Name: Sobek
Species: firelizard
Colour: Bronze Base: #96640E Markings: #9A8334
Born: August 3017 (6 Turns)
Appearance: This bronze is not large, in fact he’s a little below average in size but you’d never know it just by looking. He always stands tall, proud and rigid like an idealised martial image with his immense dignity surrounding him like an aura. This obvious attitude, along with his muscular frame make him very nearly a picture of perfection. The one mar to his perfect figure is a comically long pair of wings that will always detract from his dignity in the air. When he’s on the ground his wings are customarily half flared and surround him like an emperor’s cloak, after all, if you’ve got it you should flaunt it.
In colour this bronze is mostly a fairly unremarkable orange toned brown shade with only a hint of metallic gleam to it. However this is overlaid by his markings, which have a far more eye catching golden brown shade. The bandit mask he shares with his siblings is clearly defined in sparkling glory over his eyes, but the real marking starts between his wings, flows down his spine between his wings and spreads out over his flanks before vanishing abruptly at the base of his tail.
Personality: The first visual impression is of a stubborn and proud creature, and the first impression of his personality isn’t much different. There’s no doubt that he’s a perfectionist, all things in his life must have order, and if they don’t he’ll enforce an order on them. Certainly his bonded will always have a tidy room thanks to him, although if things are left scattered around it’ll be a challenge to find where this bronze has tidied them away to.
He always considers himself a protector, firstly for his bonded and any other firelizards he lives with, then for any firelizard egg or youngster in his presence, then to all other humans and firelizards (whers and dragons are well able to take care of themselves by his reckoning). Though he might seem the type to be pushy in his protection he applies the same perfectionism to that aspect of his life as he does to all others, this bronze is the benevolent father figure, the guide and the anchor, he only become the instrument of discipline when he thinks he really has to. What he feels he really has to over can be variable but one thing is sure to set him off: seeing his ‘children’ fighting. Whether it’s firelizards in a scrap over a green or humans sparring, they’ll be firmly encouraged to break it up.
Salamandyrs are another matter. They are most certainly not of his children. They are surely nothing more than foul usurpers and a threat to all his children! Yes this bronze does subscribe to irrational hated indeed. He will attempt to drive any and all salamandyrs out of his territory and away from His. Woe betide both halves of any firelizard/salamandyr mated pair he might find, too, for he will be totally outraged that one of his kin could succumb to the vile blandishments of a salamandyr, if he’s not trying to literally drag them apart he’ll be out pouring sweet, sweet poison in the firelizard’s ear. If by some strange chance he should come to like a salamandyr, he’ll mentally promote that salamandyr to honorary firelizard, it’s the only way he can deal with it.
Brothers: Zemdareil (older) and Zemel (younger)
Sister: Marrian (younger)
[T] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Name: Zemaren
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, strong pref toward females
Rank: Wherling, Journeyman Harper
Turnday: September 16, 2995
Physical Appearance: Zemaren has dark black hair, and although its generally straight it will curl up into waves when damp or wet. Soft but thick, the Harper tends to keep it longer because he thinks it looks better. Zemaren's eyes are a reddish brown with darker rings around their irises. Near the corner of his left eye, he has a small freckle that will often disappear when he smiles. Zemaren has olive skin and is slightly pale despite all of his traveling on both the Northern and Southern continents. As far as particular markings, he has a smattering of freckles on his arms and a few on his back. He's about 5'7 and a half and is of a healthy weight for his height. The Harper isn't skinny but doesn't have very much fat at all, he can thank being trained in hand to hand combat for his physique. Zemaren is strong in the arm without looking like it but when it comes to running he's not the best. But his most recognizable feature has to be his deep, smooth voice. And when he sings, his voice turns out to be a light baritone, almost tenor-like but lower and milder.
Zemaren dresses nicely even in his most casual clothing, making it obvious that he grew up with at least some wealth. He enjoys being clean but isn't terribly against getting dirty. He's a Journeyman, he expects to be without a bed or bath for more than one night in a row clean. His clothing is usually of fine quality, although not necessarily fancy. He prefers simple styles that are practical in almost any situation except for the most formal occasions. Its best to read his over all appearance as, presentable. Whether its just attending class or playing for a simple feast, he's pretty much ready to grab an instrument or a writing utensil and get to work. As far as jewelry goes, Zemaren doesn't wear any. Well... unless of course, you count the leather cuff he wears around his left wrist. Otherwise his ears, neck and wrists are free of the distracting objects.
Personality: Zemaren is like dark chocolate, bitter sweet, you either like him or you don't. He has a particular way of getting under people's skin and staying there, like an itch you just can't scratch. The best thing is, he can control who he needles and pokes to boiling point while saving everyone else the trouble of having to go through it. If he likes you, Zemaren will be... well, Zemaren. He's painfully blunt and is somehow able to pull off both ignoring you and giving you undivided attention at the same time. Half the time, you can't tell whether he's actually listening or paying more attention to the spot of mud on his boots than on you telling him about your day. Because of this apparent lack of interest, Zemaren is a generally laid back type of person, though when it comes down to it he can be brutally formal. He'll even go through the trouble of grooming himself to pristine quality if he's allotted the time.
Now when it comes to women, or particularly attractive men, everything turns topsy-turvy and Zemaren becomes the epitome of suave. He will go out of his way to set up lovely dates, get gifts, even open doors for the object of his affection. Despite his almost over doting quality when it comes to the opposite sex, he does have some undesirable lines of thought. Most notably that women are of lesser standing to men. Not to say that they are worthless except for passing on the genetics of the line, no, he believes they are able to do more than that. Female Dragonriders are, of course, the most stable representation. He just believes that men can do all of the most important things well, better than women. Therefore, superiority should be awarded.
Zemaren is somewhere in between ambitious and lacking any ambition whatsoever. If its something he really wants, then the Harper will go after it with a passion. He might even put his heart and soul into the process, if what he is striving for is indeed worth the trouble. But if what he's presented with is only a passing fancy, it might take twice as long to get it done than something he's actually interested in. Duties and chores are considered in the same regard as to just how much work he actually puts into it. Unless whatever he has to do is anyway involved with his Craft. Music and singing are his tried and true lovers, he'd never complain about them.
History: Born the second son of Zemdarian and Mareinel, Zemaren grew up in general wealth given the position he and his family held. And at Telgar, your social position played a large part in how you were treated. Coming from the second "purest" bloodline and with a father who's cousin was the Lord holder himself, Zemaren quickly had to learn how to survive in a hold who was almost fanatical about loyalty and honor. And, despite finding Riding runners and contests of strength amusing, it wasn't very long before he found out that his true abilities lie in music. When he first became interested in music, Zemaren would watch the Hold's Harper, eventually asking if the man would show him how to play the lyre. It was immediately obvious to the older man that Zemaren had a talent for the arts, even more so when the boy began singing. The raw fluidity of the young boy's voice was enough for the Journeyman to petition Zemdarian to send his son to the Harper Hall as soon as possible. It took over a turn of convincing before Zemdarian ceded to the thought and sent the eleven turn old away to Fort Hold for training.
Adjusting to the Harper Hall lifestyle was... moderately difficult. Zemaren had grown up being taught that outwardly and in public he needed to treat women as the lesser sex, but in private dote upon them because they help men in more ways than one. The Harper Hall held no such regard, there the women were treated like they were nothing or worse if they were unlucky. Everything he had learned he needed to bottle up and store away, else he be subjected to the teasing that went on behind everyone's backs. But the treatment of women wasn't the most difficult for Zemaren to handle, it was the homophobia. It was around the age of thirteen that he found himself attracted to men as well as women. This attraction was a dark secret that had to be kept to himself at all costs, or at least, kept a secret.
He was fifteen when Zemaren found himself in a love affair with another man. If he had thought it hard to keep his secret safe before, it became five times worse when he began sleeping with the Journeyman who he was assigned to. Dekarek was irresistible. He wasn't the most handsome man on Pern but he had this rueful charm about him that was tantalizing and his hands... oh his hands were confident. He introduced Zemaren to what being with a man could really be like, it was with him that the young Harper could temporarily forget that he also loved women. Their liaisons would happen only when they were sent out of the Hall to play at feasts or get togethers, and even then only when they felt it safe enough. For they were both concerned about being caught, neither wanting the other to get in trouble. It was when they were temporarily assigned to Nabol that everything ceased in it's tracks.
The very first night they stayed Nabol the Harper pair played in a tavern and at first everything pointed to the night being quiet and peaceful. But soon a fight broke out between two of the bar patrons. Dekarek, despite Zemaren's protests, went to break up the fight, having done this numerous times in his years of Craft work. What the Journeyman didn't notice was that one of the men had a knife. As he interfered in the fight, Dekarek wasn't able to move fast enough to avoid the knife as it was swung at him. The blade struck him deep in the side, causing the man to stumble backward and collapse against the bar. Zemaren let his violin clatter to the floor and ran his side the tears that were supposed to come were held frozen in disbelief. He took the leather cuff that Dekarek gave to him silently, everything feeling like it was a dream. It took the final touch from the Journeyman's fingers to throw the young man into a frenzy, and despite all his yelling and pleading, the Healer came too late to help Dekarek. It took nearly a Turn for Zemaren to move on from his lover's death, though he was still careful enough to hide it behind a veil. He needed to convince those around him that Dekarek had been nothing more than a very close friend, and somehow he was able to. After that he took no other man to bed, finding himself more willing to be with women after all the pain he had gone through. It was just easier on his heart, to be with the opposite sex.
The Turn he spent with Dekarek was also the Turn in which D'loro and Kamerai were murdered by C'leon. R'anatar took up the leadership of the Weyr and at Fort Hold, Kazoreled took over as the Lordholder with his wife Ralirim. The Hold itself became much more business like and a whole lot more loyal to the Weyr for which it was named after. Being a Harper in the Hall, one was prone to hear all sorts of news from all over Pern, and it was there that Zemaren got most of his information. He heard about nearly everything that went on, from the Weyrling Massacre at Selenitas to Benden's attempt to execute the Selentias Weyrwomen. In fact most of the interesting news that filtered through the Harper Hall happened to be about the weyr on the southern continent. In 3012 both Benden and Fort attacked Selentias, although... Zemaren could debate that J'lorin becoming Benden's new Weyrleader was far more surprising than Selentias being attacked... for the umpteenth time. And the only thing interesting to come through the Hall in 3013 was the unexpected alliance between Benden and Selentias. Anger and annoyance seemed to be the main emotions buzzing around Fort Hold and Weyr at that particular time.
He walked the tables at eighteen with a specialization in both singing and the violin. By this time he was tired of the general feel of Fort Hold and the Harper Hall, finding it almost freeing when he was sent out for temporary stationing at Holds or nightly parties. And although he found his wonderings like an escape, he quickly found himself out of the loop when it came to news of the War. Most of what happened in 3014 was lost to him. Occasionally he heard about the biggest events, like High Reaches being completely destroyed and then Selenitas being attacked. But unless is was a major tavern time topic, he probably only heard snippets about it. The journeyman put up with it for another Turn before submitting a request for a permanent station, willing even to take a position down on the Southern continent. Fortunately for Zemaren the elderly Harper at Hyphen Hold had recently passed away and the Hold proper recently asked for two new Harpers of relatively young age. The Journeyman took it without much hesitation and set off to the Southern Continent along with a meek but interesting female Harper named Nemari.
For the most part Zemaren enjoyed his time at Hyphen, playing and singing for numerous people including the guests who came to enjoy the hot springs. His high, baritone mixed beautifully with his partner's lower alto and their music mixed best when he played the lyre and she played her harp. Needless to say, they were at least appreciated there. Six months into their station the Southern Continent was thrown for a loop when Selentias Weyr was attacked and invaded by an unknown Dragonriding force. It took a few months for the real information to leak down to Hyphen, but it wasn't anything good. Rebel riders from Benden had taken over Selentias and forced the Weyrwoman to surrender, driving out or killing a large portion of the Weyr's Dragons. For a while, Hyphen was abuzz with tension. Not like their relationship with Selentias was ever perfect, but now it seemed to be more rocky than ever.
It was December, Zemaren was in the courtyard playing his violin while Nemari sang a song born from the winter season and the children who had nothing to do arranged themselves haphazardly around the duo. This is what the Harpers would have done for hours if left undisturbed, but disturbed they were. The downdraft from Dragon wings startled them into stopping after making him stumble over a note, something he had not done in many a turn. Looking from his bow to the Dragons who had landed Zemaren would gladly admit his puzzlement. What were Dragons doing here?
Selenitas: Candidate and Wherling 3015-16
Unsure why a Dragon would pick him, of all people, out of the crowd to be a Candidate was beyond him. In fact, the only reason Zemaren even left Hyphen at all was for the chance to play his Violin in a Weyr. They were vastly different than Holds and he hoped the feeling of playing in one would be different as well. He was searched just in time for Millieth's hatching, but he didn't stand, not really caring one way or another. Perhaps it was fortunate that he did so, for he missed the entire hatching fiasco. He was used to stories of cullings so the outcome didn't surprise him. Hyphen Hold held a Gather, and Zemaren ended up being able to reunite and play with Nemari once again. He went everyday and played with the rest of the Harpers who had come around to preform. He had been there when the Wastelanders found and killed the exiles. Although he didn't hold Selenitas above Wasteland, he wasn't terribly impressed with the way the Wastelanders handled the situation.
Eikask was caught and laid a clutch of seven eggs. Despite not wanting to attend the hatching, Zemaren was poked and prodded into doing so by the slightly taller, intimidating presence of two Harpers who outranked him. Didn't help his mood that he sprained his ankle on the way there, making him late to the hatching. Fortunately he was left alone by the conglomeration of Harpers on the sands (what, did Wher's find Harpers appealing or something?), but his solitude was broken by a young Brown Wher charging straight at him. The little sucker was small but shards, was he strong. After Zemaren regained his breath he realized that the little Brown now sitting in his lap was his and his alone. Well... after the Brown accidently cut his arm with his claws and licked up his blood. Little things...
Wherling lessons progressed and Zemaren grew attached to his sweet, but dumb as a post, Brown. The Wher was a glutton though and was fat despite all of the Harper's attempts at limiting Zemask's food intake. His final Wherling lesson ended in injury when the Mineshafts collapsed around there class, seperating them from eachother and roughing them up. Fortunately Zemaren escaped only with a smarting head and buising head to toe, Zemask met with a similar set of injuries, with the exception of a sprained wing joint.
Turns 3017-3018 {begining}
The only spectacular things to happen was the earthquake that destroyed Selenitas, the move to Burimyu and the attack of the mystery creatures upon which the Whers doled out a whollop of punishment on. Oh and Eikask laid a new queen wher. His opinions on the matters were largely life happens, Zemask why are you chasing things, and, why dont I write some kind of song. Most of the time he jumped back and forth between Hyphen and New Selenitas to continue his Harpering with his lovely if meek partner he had left behind.
Later 3018 - 3021
These turns sucked. One, Selenitas joined the war. Two, there was very little he could do on the whole 'helping' front. And three, his song making abilities seemed to go haywire for the greater part of 3019. (Another thing happened in 3019, Zemask managed to catch Kaiusk and have babies. The Brown Wher nearly had a heartattack of happiness when his babies eventually hatched. The Brown was certainly the epitome of fatherly affection.) Zemaran managed to crank out a few songs in 3020 about the defeat of Fort and the brave riders who chased them out. In 3021 he and Zemask (or rather all the whers) were set to work helping with the extensive renovations that were set in motion. Though when the news came that all Riders and Handlers who had a craft were going to be slpit from the Weyr and put into holds, he was none to happy.
3021-3023
Having been given the choice of Holds, the Brownhandler packed up his things and moved back to the Hold he knew as his second home. Not only would he be given access to the Harper Hall, but he would also be able to quickly jump between and help with the construction of Inverness. The work would give him and Zemask something to do. As the turns passed, Zemaren fell back nicely into WhatchWhering and studying as a Harper, mostly working with the Masters to help boost his knowledge in his craft. Don't get him wrong, he loved Weyr life, but he wasn't about to give up his one true passion for it. Plus, Zemask seemed happy enough once he promised that they would go back and visit Selenitas from time to time. Plus, now he could go and visit his family, who, were more than willing to have him come back... and by more than willing, I mean, they immedietly started trying to get him to marry someone. He was getting "old" afterall.
Hope Brown
Bonded to: Zemaren
Name: Zemask
Age: 8 Turns
Color: Brown #E48400 #826644 #C04000
Based On: Dodo
Physical Appearance: It is no surprise with this guy's eating habits and lifestyle that he is overweight. What is surprising is that it is to a more limited degree than would be the norm. The result is an extremely high metabolism. This will eventually change (think 10-15 turns) and his metabolism will begin to drop and he will start putting on more weight. He will be doomed to being a roly poly, squishy wher if he doesn't begin to seriously excercise at some point...or eat less. Beyond his obvious fat, this wher is huge and long. He gives average sized bronzes a run for their marks in size. His wings are even larger than his size would usually need.
This wher is a fulvous - orangey brown - coloured wher with somewhat colour clashing markings that are nonetheless charming on him. But first, the fulvous colouring fades towards the stomach though it nowhere near reaches white. The sails of his wings, his head, and his tail is a much calmer raw umber in colour. This raw umber makes very faint patterns in the fulvous brown that make him appear very roughly to have feather. The final colour on his hide is a mahogany brown on his feet and on his muzzle.
Even if this brown could run fast he probably wouldn't. He enjoys taking his time when he can (though he won't dilly dally on purpose if His is rushing him). He's strong but hampered by the fat, or else he would be like a tank: unstoppable. Gliding, too, would have been rediculously easy if he learned and wasn't too heavy. Unless he actually melts off those pounds he'll be stuck in a slow moving state until he grows old. Should he ever actually do so he still won't be particularly fast but it'll be a marked improvement.
Personality: Dumb as a post. Okay, maybe not quite that dumb, but he still won't be able to grasp all that much. Sleeping, moving, loving, and eating are about all he really understands and is good at. Surprisingly, he's well aware of his stupidity but it doesn't bother him. What's wrong with enjoying the simple things in life? That's really all he'll ever need. He's content hoping for the day when all he wants is given to him. He'll always be full of this hope even though all he seems to do is attract bad luck. Just as the moons shine again, he will keep waiting for his chance to become something to be proud of and looked up to.
Until then, he's quite happy to collect and eat food. Calling this guy a glutton is an understatement. Any and all food is liable to be practically inhaled by him if given a quarter of a chance. He looooves food and he loves anyone who willingly gives him food. His will have to be very careful not to let him over-eat too much (preventing it entirely is simply impossible) and visits to the infirmary might be an almost nightly thing. After eating he tends to become incredibly lazy and getting him to so much as stand up at all is a real struggle. On top of being a glutton he's also prone to sleeping half of the night (and al lof the day) away. While he's actually easy to wake he tends to just go right back to sleep within a minute unless he woke up naturally. Not a terribly useful wher.
But he is sweet. If he's awake and around someone who needs a wher to listen to them he's always good for it. Always. He is never cranky and he never says anything to make the other feel worse if he can help it. He's not great at providing advice (being as dumb as he is) but he does a decent job at being a comforting presence. In emergencies he is always completely calm. It's also one of the rare cases where he may snap at another in order to get them back on track and thinking straight, because he sure can't. When not caught up in a serious conversation he tends to change topics abruptly and to things seemingly unconnected.
D< Bronze
Name: Sobek
Species: firelizard
Colour: Bronze Base: #96640E Markings: #9A8334
Born: August 3017 (6 Turns)
Appearance: This bronze is not large, in fact he’s a little below average in size but you’d never know it just by looking. He always stands tall, proud and rigid like an idealised martial image with his immense dignity surrounding him like an aura. This obvious attitude, along with his muscular frame make him very nearly a picture of perfection. The one mar to his perfect figure is a comically long pair of wings that will always detract from his dignity in the air. When he’s on the ground his wings are customarily half flared and surround him like an emperor’s cloak, after all, if you’ve got it you should flaunt it.
In colour this bronze is mostly a fairly unremarkable orange toned brown shade with only a hint of metallic gleam to it. However this is overlaid by his markings, which have a far more eye catching golden brown shade. The bandit mask he shares with his siblings is clearly defined in sparkling glory over his eyes, but the real marking starts between his wings, flows down his spine between his wings and spreads out over his flanks before vanishing abruptly at the base of his tail.
Personality: The first visual impression is of a stubborn and proud creature, and the first impression of his personality isn’t much different. There’s no doubt that he’s a perfectionist, all things in his life must have order, and if they don’t he’ll enforce an order on them. Certainly his bonded will always have a tidy room thanks to him, although if things are left scattered around it’ll be a challenge to find where this bronze has tidied them away to.
He always considers himself a protector, firstly for his bonded and any other firelizards he lives with, then for any firelizard egg or youngster in his presence, then to all other humans and firelizards (whers and dragons are well able to take care of themselves by his reckoning). Though he might seem the type to be pushy in his protection he applies the same perfectionism to that aspect of his life as he does to all others, this bronze is the benevolent father figure, the guide and the anchor, he only become the instrument of discipline when he thinks he really has to. What he feels he really has to over can be variable but one thing is sure to set him off: seeing his ‘children’ fighting. Whether it’s firelizards in a scrap over a green or humans sparring, they’ll be firmly encouraged to break it up.
Salamandyrs are another matter. They are most certainly not of his children. They are surely nothing more than foul usurpers and a threat to all his children! Yes this bronze does subscribe to irrational hated indeed. He will attempt to drive any and all salamandyrs out of his territory and away from His. Woe betide both halves of any firelizard/salamandyr mated pair he might find, too, for he will be totally outraged that one of his kin could succumb to the vile blandishments of a salamandyr, if he’s not trying to literally drag them apart he’ll be out pouring sweet, sweet poison in the firelizard’s ear. If by some strange chance he should come to like a salamandyr, he’ll mentally promote that salamandyr to honorary firelizard, it’s the only way he can deal with it.
Brothers: Zemdareil (older) and Zemel (younger)
Sister: Marrian (younger)
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