Post by Rowana on Jan 2, 2009 12:17:11 GMT -5
Human:
Name: Roivao (Formally R'vao)
Age: 40 (Born in November, 2982)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Dragonless/Wherhandler
Image: Alan Tudyk
Physical Appearance: Roivao is not the most handsome of man, but nor is he unpleasant to look at. He has one of those ordinary appearances that one might forget after a time or that would disappear in a crowd. His is of average height and his body is fairly ordinary, not terribly strong, but decently fit. His curly hair is a dark, dusty blond color and he keeps it cut very short so it won’t run wild. His eyes are light brown and have an attentive and alert quality to them. His face is open and welcoming, but not memorable. His clothes are fairly typical, plain trousers, boots, shirt and leather jacket. He never really had the need or funds for anything fancy.
Personality: Previously, Roivao was a warm and happy man. Despite the war and increasing tension in the Weyr, he managed to stay positive and optimistic about the future. He is open to just about anyone and makes friends easily. This can make him somewhat naive and gullible. Though not very clever, he is kind and talkative and rarely takes offense. He is always willing to lend a hand where ever it is needed and delights in children above all others. He sees in them a bright future for Pern and will defend them with his life.
Much of this change after the death of Iloth. Roivao closed inside himself. He rarely speaks and his eyes have a distance, lost quality. In many ways he is more ghost than man, a shadow of his former self. He is still obedient, doing what he is told automatically and without thought. He never smiles and only happy children seem to bring about any sort of spark of life in him. With Roisk's help he is regaining much of his former self. Though he is still quiet, he is able to hold a conversation and even have a bit of fun now and then.
History: Roivao was raised among a group of other weyrbrats at Fort Weyr. He never knew his parents, only that that they were both dragon riders. When he was young, he watched the dragons fly and tried to guess which were his parents. He dreamed that his father was a fine bronzerider and his mother the most beautiful of greenriders. He wasn’t so naive to suppose he was the son of the Weyrwoman. As he grew older though, he tired of this and decided he didn’t mind what rank his parents were so long as they were dragonriders. It didn’t stop him wondering who they were, though.
In the year 2996, when Roivao turned 14, he finally achieved his greatest dream. After years of watching Hatchings from the sands, he was allowed to stand as a candidate for the clutch of eggs stolen from Bendon. He barely registered that fact and cared only about the possibility of Impressing. Several hatchlings examined him closely, including a green who grew distress and tore at his leg. He endured the pain and his determination was rewarded when a small, bright blue dragon rubbed his uninjured leg. Impression was made and R’vao, Rider of Blue Iloth was born.
Happiness, however, was short lived when war broke out between Bendan and Fort Weyrs. R’vao and Iloth, like many other young weyrlings and riders, were pressed into military still training. Violence did not rest well with the pair, but they did their best to defend their friends and Weyr. Since they were not the best of fighters, they were shifted from wing to wing, depending on who got stuck with them until replacements arrived. Eventually they ended up under Wingleader Sel’n and his brown dragon Kaaoloth. Having impressed in the same clutch, R’vao knew Sel’n fairly well and was please to fly with him.
Once more this happiness was short lived, when Kaaoloth was injured and Sel’n demoted in the year 3008. Once more R’vao and Iloth were shuffled between wings until tragedy changed everything. In a fight to defend Fort against incursion by Benden wings, a close scrap from a diving brown, tore the leathers that held R’vao on Iloth’s back. R’vao fell from his dragon’s back and only to be caught and captured by that same brown. It may have been better had he fallen to his death. Terrified for his rider, Iloth charge heedlessly into the enemy forces. His efforts were rewarded when a shaky R’vao fueled by Iloth’s rage, fought from the brown’s rider and tumbled into the treetops below. But poor Iloth’s injuries were too severe, slashed and burn by the angered brown so much larger than he was. He died without ever knowing that his beloved was safe. The year was 3009.
Roivao wandered in the wilderness for days before he was picked up by a Bendan patrol. He no longer spoke and his eyes were glazed and lifeless. He was a broken man, unsure even why he clung to life. He would never be the same again. The Bendan riders were not very sympathetic. In these dark times, they had only one use for capture riders who lost their dragons. They brought him back to Bendan and put him to work with other dragonless slaves. Eventually, he was sent South with a consignment of other slaves. Though it seemed he was destined for nothing the rest of his life, perhaps new hope awaits him in the future. In the year 3011, he landed on the Southern coast.
Sel'n and Kaaoloth found Roivao working for a rather unpleasant trader who came to Selenitas. After some dealing by Sel'n and then weyrleader T'rid, Roivao was allowed to stay in exchange for not charging the trader for selling forbidden wine. Though he was grateful to be free, Roivao still struggles with the decision to stay alive. One sleepless night, he happens upon the wild wher queen who has layed her clutch at the weyr. After a tense moment, Roi finally decides he will live for Iloth's sake and agrees to see the wher's eggs hatch.
To his surprise, the queen wasn't content with just letting him watch. She called him forth and he watched with horror as one of her eggs hatched a two headed green. As the mutant lay dying, her bronze brother comforted her until she passed on. Then he had come to Roi, who had just be a victim of the hatchling queen, and declared himself Roisk.
Roivao is still far from the man he used to be, but Roisk present has strengthened his bond to this life and started him on the healing process. Iloth's loss still leaves a hole in Roi's heart, but it is a gape that is slowly filling with Roisk's patience and his new salamandyr Tiida's protectiveness. Fighting against old enemies to protect their new home during the Seige has only strengthened this bond.
Over time, Roi has slowly opened up to his fellow wherhandlers. Though his is still a loner, he is starting to get some of his old friendliness and kindness back with help from Roisk. When no one else came forward, Roi served as Wherling Master for some time, albeit with limited success. Removed from the position by the Wastelanders, Roi is almost relieved to return to a more private life of guard patrols. Despite his wher's color, he has always been a bluerider at heart.
This was a small comfort though, in light of the turmoil that surrounded Wasteland rule. Roi counted himself lucky that the wherhandlers were most left to themselves. The earthquake let the pairs true talents shine through as both worked tirelessly to free dragons, riders, and weryfolk from the fallen rocks. He was glad to have the weyrs joined again afterwards, though it took some time for he and Roisk to grow used to the new area.
Reluctantly, Roi accepted the position of Guard Cadre for the new Selenitas Weyr. He wasn't sure he could do the job well, but with Dmitri busy with his family, they were running out of candidates. He'd thought it would be simple enough with the Wastelanders out of power and the weyr in secret. He was wrong. The creatures said to have killed Burimyu's queenrider, returned to kill Darmori and Ceryl. The others under Roi's command, including Piden, managed to kill the attackers, but more are sure to be lurking in the jungle.
Roi took the losses hard, though he tried his best to keep the rest of his Guards well trained and ready for more attacks. Over time, Roi found himself becoming even better friends with Piden. Perhaps it was because they were both reluctant bronzehandlers, or maybe it was the bond their pets Puddleglum and Three shared. Overtime, the pair began rooming together.
For Roi, the war had little impact on his activities. Whers didn't travel North to fight, though he kept his guards on high alert through it all. In the end, he was just glad it was finally over. All those lives, human and dragon alike, lost for nothing more than petty power. He hoped Iloth would rest easy now that Pern was becoming a safer place to live. Not that troubles were entirely over. The summit meeting was a reminder that it was nearly impossible to make everyone happy. Both North and South had hard times ahead.
Dragon:
Pixel bases by LaughingDove; Pixel by Momo
Name: Iloth (Deceased)
Color: Blue 99BADD
Age: 13 turns (at death)
Physical Appearance: Iloth was small for a blue, more the size of a large green. Besides his size, his build is fairly average making him quite agile, but gives him little endurance. He flies low in the sky, since his wings are too small to soar as larger dragons do. His color is solid pale, grey blue, like the sky just before dawn.
Personality: Iloth was a loving and devoted dragon. Being small and not highly intelligent, he worked tirelessly to prove himself and his rider. He delighted in playing, especially with younger dragons. His was fiercely loyal to his rider, and would only grow truly angry when R’vao was threatened. Iloth was a light of joy to all around him and was always there to brighten even the darkest of days.
Wher:
Pixel bases by LaughingDove; Pixel by Momo
Name: Roisk
Color: Bronze CCCC54
Age: 10 turns
Appearance: When bringing a bronze wher to mind, one would generally imagine them as a large creature. Roisk however, shatters all expectations in the fact that he is not simply large, but large to a staggering and almost absurd degree. In fact, this bronze is so massive that he will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with most queens and not appear dwarfed. His build is not lithe, nor is it particularly husky, but his sheer size more than makes up for his unremarkable physique. His wings are large and strong when one considers his species, and when he unfurls them they are quite nearly large enough to fly with. As it is, they are not quite large enough, and so Roisk would only ever be capable of short glides. However, it is unlikely that he will ever use his wings for their given purpose, as he is quite steadfast in his belief that whers were built for life on the ground.
The base color of his hide is a handsome shade of pale, almost golden bronze. If one were to take a very close look, the might notice that this base shade deepens ever so slightly on his back, face, and the upward facing portion of his tail in a pattern that almost resembles a loaf of bread that has baked lightly in the oven. His neck ridges are jagged and uneven, painted skillfully with a coppery shade of green that shimmers aureately in even the sparsest light. His feet and the membrane of his wings also look to have been airbrushed with this shade of green, and where his neck spines end between his shoulder blades, a thin stripe of the same color takes over their purpose and runs all the way down his spine to the fork of his blunted tail. While far from typical, it is doubtless that this bronze will be seen as exotically handsome by females and handlers alike.
Personality: While the metallic quality of his hide assures all onlookers that he is of noble birth, Roisk seems either completely unaware or in complete denial of his own color. This bronze is one of the most modest, well mannered and self sacrificing whers that you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. His own comfort will always fall behind that of others on his list of priorities, for he believes that the first duty of a strong leader is to ensure that the needs of his subjects are met. While he has only love and respect for Roivao, he will expect nothing less from his handler than an equally fervent devotion to serving those who require strength and leadership. Perhaps it might be argued that this makes him the best sort of leader, for none that he presides over shall ever know favoritism, want or injustice so long as he has breath enough in his body to prevent it.
Roisk views life in a decidedly old fashioned sort of way. He believes in respect, honor and tradition in that order, and while he finds no pleasure in battle he will not shy away from defending those who need protection. Chivalry is not yet dead in this knight, and so it is likely that his good nature will be taken advantage of by those who call themselves his enemies. Any life is seen as more precious than his own, and so it does not require any great amount of impulsiveness to drive this bronze toward foolish endeavors. He is very practical in his belief that there is a right and a wrong way of doing things. In Example: When chasing a female, one must never jump Between nor use their wings. When an opponent falls in battle, one must wait for them to rise before continuing on the attack. Dragons are to be respected, but never feared. It is this firmly unshakable mind-set that can make it hard for Roisk to accept change, and occasionally marks him out for the stubborn creature he is. There will be no arguing with this bronze on any subject.
Written by Gale
Roisk's wings were badly damaged by dragon during a Fort attack while protecting other handlers. Though they are still whole, they can no longer carry him for more than short glides.
Salamandyr:
Name: Tiida
Color: Green 00950E
Age: Adult
Appearance: Very large for a green salamandyr, this creature is one that will almost resemble a firelizard in build. From the length of her body and tail, to the larger wing sails that will make her adept at gliding to-and-fro, she is an oddity among her kind. No doubt her build will have her scorned by discerning salamandyrs (many of which absolutely detest firelizards). Her frill is also on the small side, and it will take great efforts on her part to show it off let alone appear threatening. The casual viewer might even mistake this salamandyr for a particularly tiny green flit if not careful, although the size difference is blatantly noticeable. Her coloration, unlike her build, is pure salamandyr. A rich envy green with noticeably glittery undertones, there's absolutely no mistaking her for any color but what she is. Darker green spots slide down her back, small enough that there is no actual shape able to be discerned from gazing at her for extended periods of time, while large enough to be seen whenever she holds still. These spots help to break up the purity of her coloring as well as adding texture; it almost appears as though touching her would be to brush one's hand over a particularly rough surface... but her hide is ever-so-smooth, like any salamandyr's would be. She only looks edgy!
Personality: Very graceful is this salamandyr. Each movement she makes seems to be elegant, like watching a tiny dancer, both in her gliding and on the ground. 'Dancer' is a term that fits her well, too, for she is fond of doing exactly that - flitting about to and fro in an agile display, as if to showcase her uniqueness among her kind. She has a very dainty, feminine grace that is undeniably evidenced in everything she does. From the way that she eats to the words she chooses to repeat, which are often times various exchanges of pleasantries. Unique among salamandyrs too is this little green's pattern of speech: though she always picks polite words to use, the tone in which she speaks them can be very telling of her moods, and each pleasantry can be wielded like an insult when she intends for it to. She is possessive without being rude. Rather than demand others not speak to or try to claim hers, she simply offers such an icy presence that it is hard not to feel unwelcome. Her bonded is HERS and she will not settle for anyone else. Like most salamandyrs, she has a devious streak too -- but hers often manifests in various games of trickery. It will not be uncommon for her to try and coax her minething into doing something -- just to see if she can. Manipulation is one of her favorite pastimes... along with dancing in the sky on the wind.
Written by Sym
Tiida ran late, and chose the brown fire lizard Misfit of Nephele. She's chosen him as a lifemate, despite his species. After Misfit's death, she has yet to run again.
Fire Lizards:
Name: Puddleglum
Color: Brown F5DEB3
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: This brown is small for his size, only about the size of a large blue. While he’s certainly not weightless he is oddly light-boned. This small size and light weight leads to an extraordinarily fast brown. The drawback is that a gust of wind can easily catch in his large wing sails and blow him about - and there’s no denying his wing sails are large for his body, but if you take into account his light weight then they become absolutely huge. The other drawback of being light-boned is that he is quite delicate. If he crashes into things hard enough he runs the very real risk of injuring himself seriously. Besides his lightness and large wings, this brown is distinctly average in build. His body is perfectly in proportion to his tail, neck, and head. He has a softened look about his face, and, indeed, his whole body, that matches his delicate build.
Some would say this brown has a very boring colouration. Others would argue that it’s simple but still interesting. In colour he’s the exact shade of Terran wheat. He’s a very pale brown, to the point that calling him off white would be quite accurate. His hide is very slightly patterned by what appear to be shadows. If it weren’t for the fact that the pattern doesn’t move with the light than people would easily mistake it for shadows gathered underneath scales. The scales appear to imitate the Terran crop mentioned before. He’s truly a wheat flitter. The only time the slightly darker colour breaks the scale-like pattern is along his ridges. Each ridge appears shadowed. The effect when he opens his wings is quite something as well, since the pattern shows through the membranes when light hits them.
Personality: Prone to moping, is this brown. He has the inexplicable ability to pick a bad thing out of any day. His Bonded didn’t pay enough attention to him. He didn’t get one more piece of food. He was foiled by that pesky wind again. Thankfully he doesn’t blow things out of proportion; he mopes equal to the frustration or upset brought on by the bad event(s). Then once he has finished moping for that incident he continues with his ‘commentary.’ He is the eternal pessimist and is liable to drive His batty pointing out all the things that could possibly go wrong in any task. You see, he’s got quite the imagination and a talent for projecting what he sees in his mind. He also likes to make soft chittering whispers quite literally into the ear of His. Though sometimes he wonders why he bothers; His won’t listen to him anyways.
This brown also likes to spend a lot of time watching people when His is sleeping. He especially likes to watch people at the public baths. They’re so interesting with their odd not-skin and the fur on their heads! His is also subjected to this creepy peeping Tom behaviour whenever the brown is awake and His chooses to bathe. For all he likes His, this brown had a deeply rooted attachment to the day and he’s only ever willing to sped half a night, at most, awake with His. Other than spying on people this brown likes to pick up random gifts for people. Shiny rocks, interesting twigs, even some abandoned food. Anything not claimed by someone he is willing to pick up and gift to the most down looking person. The best part? Since he’s a pessimist he’s always pleasantly surprised when people actually accept his gifts…and not too disappointed when they don’t.
With others of his own species he’s subdued and unwilling to actively seek them out but he will tolerate and be pleasant with them if they come to him. He doesn’t chase green flitters all that often (why would they want him in their flights, anyways?) and he will never chase a green salamandyr. In fact, he hates all draconids besides flitters. Dragons, whers, salamandyrs, it doesn’t matter what they are. If they aren’t flitters they aren’t anything at all. He refuses to acknowledge they exist at all. He won’t bother them unless they bother him first. Faranth forbid they do…because he will ‘yell’ at them in his whispering voice and then mope for days afterwards. They ruined his whole sevenday, how rude!
Written by Ember
Puddleglum has a close relationship with Three, Piden's green salamandyr, whom he caught in her first Run.
Name: Belle (Deceased)
Color: Green
DOB: March 3017
Appearance: A personal watermelon, that is what she is. Not only is she small and green, but she is striped just like the juicy bit of heaven that is bright red in the insides. Unfortunately... cracking this baby open won't get you any red. She is round, very round. Plump like no flitter has any right to be, she is not exactly fat. She just has curves. She's not terribly good at flaunting them though, instead liking to spend most of her time sprawled out watching everyone else do everything else. It is not at all unusual to find this little tiny girl completely stretched out, her front legs stuck all the way forward, her back legs stuck all the way backward and her tail strung out straight too with her belly pressed to whatever she is laying on. This is when she's awake! When she sleeps, she sleeps like a limp rag with her head stretched all the way forward, beyond the tips of her toes.
The only bad thing is that if she decides to stretch out in the grass, she would be perfect for getting stomped, because her striped, variegated shades of green hide makes her vanish into any stand of growing grass, and she's small enough to easily be shorter than most grasses when stretched out. Sometimes the only clue to her presence is her little head sticking up or the near continuous inquisitive chirps she makes.
Personailty: In a word, she is lazy. Sleepy, lazy, she just does not like to do anything if she doesn't have to. She will ride everywhere on her person's shoulder if given half a chance to do so, and if it is possible to upgrade, preferably in the cradle of their arms to maximize comfort and relaxation! After all, who wouldn't want to be pampered and paraded around like the finest Queen in all of perndom? Never mind that sometimes she really does do a fairly good impression of a personal sized melon when being carried around as such.
Such pampering is not entirely one-sided however. For as lazy as she is, she does have a level of decorum and reciprocation... not to mention a small vanity streak. Of what she does do, her favorite activity by far is that of preening. Either herself, or hers. It doesn't matter to her. They both have to look their very best! Her standard of suitable appearance also extends to anyone else that lives with her ... any other pets, any other humans ... even any dragons. They all must be clean, and properly preened to suitability. For as lazy as she is, she can be tireless when it comes to preening creatures that are bigger than she is. (Written by Teddy)
Died of sickness.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Name: Roivao (Formally R'vao)
Age: 40 (Born in November, 2982)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Dragonless/Wherhandler
Image: Alan Tudyk
Physical Appearance: Roivao is not the most handsome of man, but nor is he unpleasant to look at. He has one of those ordinary appearances that one might forget after a time or that would disappear in a crowd. His is of average height and his body is fairly ordinary, not terribly strong, but decently fit. His curly hair is a dark, dusty blond color and he keeps it cut very short so it won’t run wild. His eyes are light brown and have an attentive and alert quality to them. His face is open and welcoming, but not memorable. His clothes are fairly typical, plain trousers, boots, shirt and leather jacket. He never really had the need or funds for anything fancy.
Personality: Previously, Roivao was a warm and happy man. Despite the war and increasing tension in the Weyr, he managed to stay positive and optimistic about the future. He is open to just about anyone and makes friends easily. This can make him somewhat naive and gullible. Though not very clever, he is kind and talkative and rarely takes offense. He is always willing to lend a hand where ever it is needed and delights in children above all others. He sees in them a bright future for Pern and will defend them with his life.
Much of this change after the death of Iloth. Roivao closed inside himself. He rarely speaks and his eyes have a distance, lost quality. In many ways he is more ghost than man, a shadow of his former self. He is still obedient, doing what he is told automatically and without thought. He never smiles and only happy children seem to bring about any sort of spark of life in him. With Roisk's help he is regaining much of his former self. Though he is still quiet, he is able to hold a conversation and even have a bit of fun now and then.
History: Roivao was raised among a group of other weyrbrats at Fort Weyr. He never knew his parents, only that that they were both dragon riders. When he was young, he watched the dragons fly and tried to guess which were his parents. He dreamed that his father was a fine bronzerider and his mother the most beautiful of greenriders. He wasn’t so naive to suppose he was the son of the Weyrwoman. As he grew older though, he tired of this and decided he didn’t mind what rank his parents were so long as they were dragonriders. It didn’t stop him wondering who they were, though.
In the year 2996, when Roivao turned 14, he finally achieved his greatest dream. After years of watching Hatchings from the sands, he was allowed to stand as a candidate for the clutch of eggs stolen from Bendon. He barely registered that fact and cared only about the possibility of Impressing. Several hatchlings examined him closely, including a green who grew distress and tore at his leg. He endured the pain and his determination was rewarded when a small, bright blue dragon rubbed his uninjured leg. Impression was made and R’vao, Rider of Blue Iloth was born.
Happiness, however, was short lived when war broke out between Bendan and Fort Weyrs. R’vao and Iloth, like many other young weyrlings and riders, were pressed into military still training. Violence did not rest well with the pair, but they did their best to defend their friends and Weyr. Since they were not the best of fighters, they were shifted from wing to wing, depending on who got stuck with them until replacements arrived. Eventually they ended up under Wingleader Sel’n and his brown dragon Kaaoloth. Having impressed in the same clutch, R’vao knew Sel’n fairly well and was please to fly with him.
Once more this happiness was short lived, when Kaaoloth was injured and Sel’n demoted in the year 3008. Once more R’vao and Iloth were shuffled between wings until tragedy changed everything. In a fight to defend Fort against incursion by Benden wings, a close scrap from a diving brown, tore the leathers that held R’vao on Iloth’s back. R’vao fell from his dragon’s back and only to be caught and captured by that same brown. It may have been better had he fallen to his death. Terrified for his rider, Iloth charge heedlessly into the enemy forces. His efforts were rewarded when a shaky R’vao fueled by Iloth’s rage, fought from the brown’s rider and tumbled into the treetops below. But poor Iloth’s injuries were too severe, slashed and burn by the angered brown so much larger than he was. He died without ever knowing that his beloved was safe. The year was 3009.
Roivao wandered in the wilderness for days before he was picked up by a Bendan patrol. He no longer spoke and his eyes were glazed and lifeless. He was a broken man, unsure even why he clung to life. He would never be the same again. The Bendan riders were not very sympathetic. In these dark times, they had only one use for capture riders who lost their dragons. They brought him back to Bendan and put him to work with other dragonless slaves. Eventually, he was sent South with a consignment of other slaves. Though it seemed he was destined for nothing the rest of his life, perhaps new hope awaits him in the future. In the year 3011, he landed on the Southern coast.
Sel'n and Kaaoloth found Roivao working for a rather unpleasant trader who came to Selenitas. After some dealing by Sel'n and then weyrleader T'rid, Roivao was allowed to stay in exchange for not charging the trader for selling forbidden wine. Though he was grateful to be free, Roivao still struggles with the decision to stay alive. One sleepless night, he happens upon the wild wher queen who has layed her clutch at the weyr. After a tense moment, Roi finally decides he will live for Iloth's sake and agrees to see the wher's eggs hatch.
To his surprise, the queen wasn't content with just letting him watch. She called him forth and he watched with horror as one of her eggs hatched a two headed green. As the mutant lay dying, her bronze brother comforted her until she passed on. Then he had come to Roi, who had just be a victim of the hatchling queen, and declared himself Roisk.
Roivao is still far from the man he used to be, but Roisk present has strengthened his bond to this life and started him on the healing process. Iloth's loss still leaves a hole in Roi's heart, but it is a gape that is slowly filling with Roisk's patience and his new salamandyr Tiida's protectiveness. Fighting against old enemies to protect their new home during the Seige has only strengthened this bond.
Over time, Roi has slowly opened up to his fellow wherhandlers. Though his is still a loner, he is starting to get some of his old friendliness and kindness back with help from Roisk. When no one else came forward, Roi served as Wherling Master for some time, albeit with limited success. Removed from the position by the Wastelanders, Roi is almost relieved to return to a more private life of guard patrols. Despite his wher's color, he has always been a bluerider at heart.
This was a small comfort though, in light of the turmoil that surrounded Wasteland rule. Roi counted himself lucky that the wherhandlers were most left to themselves. The earthquake let the pairs true talents shine through as both worked tirelessly to free dragons, riders, and weryfolk from the fallen rocks. He was glad to have the weyrs joined again afterwards, though it took some time for he and Roisk to grow used to the new area.
Reluctantly, Roi accepted the position of Guard Cadre for the new Selenitas Weyr. He wasn't sure he could do the job well, but with Dmitri busy with his family, they were running out of candidates. He'd thought it would be simple enough with the Wastelanders out of power and the weyr in secret. He was wrong. The creatures said to have killed Burimyu's queenrider, returned to kill Darmori and Ceryl. The others under Roi's command, including Piden, managed to kill the attackers, but more are sure to be lurking in the jungle.
Roi took the losses hard, though he tried his best to keep the rest of his Guards well trained and ready for more attacks. Over time, Roi found himself becoming even better friends with Piden. Perhaps it was because they were both reluctant bronzehandlers, or maybe it was the bond their pets Puddleglum and Three shared. Overtime, the pair began rooming together.
For Roi, the war had little impact on his activities. Whers didn't travel North to fight, though he kept his guards on high alert through it all. In the end, he was just glad it was finally over. All those lives, human and dragon alike, lost for nothing more than petty power. He hoped Iloth would rest easy now that Pern was becoming a safer place to live. Not that troubles were entirely over. The summit meeting was a reminder that it was nearly impossible to make everyone happy. Both North and South had hard times ahead.
Dragon:
Pixel bases by LaughingDove; Pixel by Momo
Name: Iloth (Deceased)
Color: Blue 99BADD
Age: 13 turns (at death)
Physical Appearance: Iloth was small for a blue, more the size of a large green. Besides his size, his build is fairly average making him quite agile, but gives him little endurance. He flies low in the sky, since his wings are too small to soar as larger dragons do. His color is solid pale, grey blue, like the sky just before dawn.
Personality: Iloth was a loving and devoted dragon. Being small and not highly intelligent, he worked tirelessly to prove himself and his rider. He delighted in playing, especially with younger dragons. His was fiercely loyal to his rider, and would only grow truly angry when R’vao was threatened. Iloth was a light of joy to all around him and was always there to brighten even the darkest of days.
Wher:
Pixel bases by LaughingDove; Pixel by Momo
Name: Roisk
Color: Bronze CCCC54
Age: 10 turns
Appearance: When bringing a bronze wher to mind, one would generally imagine them as a large creature. Roisk however, shatters all expectations in the fact that he is not simply large, but large to a staggering and almost absurd degree. In fact, this bronze is so massive that he will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with most queens and not appear dwarfed. His build is not lithe, nor is it particularly husky, but his sheer size more than makes up for his unremarkable physique. His wings are large and strong when one considers his species, and when he unfurls them they are quite nearly large enough to fly with. As it is, they are not quite large enough, and so Roisk would only ever be capable of short glides. However, it is unlikely that he will ever use his wings for their given purpose, as he is quite steadfast in his belief that whers were built for life on the ground.
The base color of his hide is a handsome shade of pale, almost golden bronze. If one were to take a very close look, the might notice that this base shade deepens ever so slightly on his back, face, and the upward facing portion of his tail in a pattern that almost resembles a loaf of bread that has baked lightly in the oven. His neck ridges are jagged and uneven, painted skillfully with a coppery shade of green that shimmers aureately in even the sparsest light. His feet and the membrane of his wings also look to have been airbrushed with this shade of green, and where his neck spines end between his shoulder blades, a thin stripe of the same color takes over their purpose and runs all the way down his spine to the fork of his blunted tail. While far from typical, it is doubtless that this bronze will be seen as exotically handsome by females and handlers alike.
Personality: While the metallic quality of his hide assures all onlookers that he is of noble birth, Roisk seems either completely unaware or in complete denial of his own color. This bronze is one of the most modest, well mannered and self sacrificing whers that you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. His own comfort will always fall behind that of others on his list of priorities, for he believes that the first duty of a strong leader is to ensure that the needs of his subjects are met. While he has only love and respect for Roivao, he will expect nothing less from his handler than an equally fervent devotion to serving those who require strength and leadership. Perhaps it might be argued that this makes him the best sort of leader, for none that he presides over shall ever know favoritism, want or injustice so long as he has breath enough in his body to prevent it.
Roisk views life in a decidedly old fashioned sort of way. He believes in respect, honor and tradition in that order, and while he finds no pleasure in battle he will not shy away from defending those who need protection. Chivalry is not yet dead in this knight, and so it is likely that his good nature will be taken advantage of by those who call themselves his enemies. Any life is seen as more precious than his own, and so it does not require any great amount of impulsiveness to drive this bronze toward foolish endeavors. He is very practical in his belief that there is a right and a wrong way of doing things. In Example: When chasing a female, one must never jump Between nor use their wings. When an opponent falls in battle, one must wait for them to rise before continuing on the attack. Dragons are to be respected, but never feared. It is this firmly unshakable mind-set that can make it hard for Roisk to accept change, and occasionally marks him out for the stubborn creature he is. There will be no arguing with this bronze on any subject.
Written by Gale
Roisk's wings were badly damaged by dragon during a Fort attack while protecting other handlers. Though they are still whole, they can no longer carry him for more than short glides.
Salamandyr:
Name: Tiida
Color: Green 00950E
Age: Adult
Appearance: Very large for a green salamandyr, this creature is one that will almost resemble a firelizard in build. From the length of her body and tail, to the larger wing sails that will make her adept at gliding to-and-fro, she is an oddity among her kind. No doubt her build will have her scorned by discerning salamandyrs (many of which absolutely detest firelizards). Her frill is also on the small side, and it will take great efforts on her part to show it off let alone appear threatening. The casual viewer might even mistake this salamandyr for a particularly tiny green flit if not careful, although the size difference is blatantly noticeable. Her coloration, unlike her build, is pure salamandyr. A rich envy green with noticeably glittery undertones, there's absolutely no mistaking her for any color but what she is. Darker green spots slide down her back, small enough that there is no actual shape able to be discerned from gazing at her for extended periods of time, while large enough to be seen whenever she holds still. These spots help to break up the purity of her coloring as well as adding texture; it almost appears as though touching her would be to brush one's hand over a particularly rough surface... but her hide is ever-so-smooth, like any salamandyr's would be. She only looks edgy!
Personality: Very graceful is this salamandyr. Each movement she makes seems to be elegant, like watching a tiny dancer, both in her gliding and on the ground. 'Dancer' is a term that fits her well, too, for she is fond of doing exactly that - flitting about to and fro in an agile display, as if to showcase her uniqueness among her kind. She has a very dainty, feminine grace that is undeniably evidenced in everything she does. From the way that she eats to the words she chooses to repeat, which are often times various exchanges of pleasantries. Unique among salamandyrs too is this little green's pattern of speech: though she always picks polite words to use, the tone in which she speaks them can be very telling of her moods, and each pleasantry can be wielded like an insult when she intends for it to. She is possessive without being rude. Rather than demand others not speak to or try to claim hers, she simply offers such an icy presence that it is hard not to feel unwelcome. Her bonded is HERS and she will not settle for anyone else. Like most salamandyrs, she has a devious streak too -- but hers often manifests in various games of trickery. It will not be uncommon for her to try and coax her minething into doing something -- just to see if she can. Manipulation is one of her favorite pastimes... along with dancing in the sky on the wind.
Written by Sym
Tiida ran late, and chose the brown fire lizard Misfit of Nephele. She's chosen him as a lifemate, despite his species. After Misfit's death, she has yet to run again.
Fire Lizards:
Name: Puddleglum
Color: Brown F5DEB3
Age: Adult
Physical Appearance: This brown is small for his size, only about the size of a large blue. While he’s certainly not weightless he is oddly light-boned. This small size and light weight leads to an extraordinarily fast brown. The drawback is that a gust of wind can easily catch in his large wing sails and blow him about - and there’s no denying his wing sails are large for his body, but if you take into account his light weight then they become absolutely huge. The other drawback of being light-boned is that he is quite delicate. If he crashes into things hard enough he runs the very real risk of injuring himself seriously. Besides his lightness and large wings, this brown is distinctly average in build. His body is perfectly in proportion to his tail, neck, and head. He has a softened look about his face, and, indeed, his whole body, that matches his delicate build.
Some would say this brown has a very boring colouration. Others would argue that it’s simple but still interesting. In colour he’s the exact shade of Terran wheat. He’s a very pale brown, to the point that calling him off white would be quite accurate. His hide is very slightly patterned by what appear to be shadows. If it weren’t for the fact that the pattern doesn’t move with the light than people would easily mistake it for shadows gathered underneath scales. The scales appear to imitate the Terran crop mentioned before. He’s truly a wheat flitter. The only time the slightly darker colour breaks the scale-like pattern is along his ridges. Each ridge appears shadowed. The effect when he opens his wings is quite something as well, since the pattern shows through the membranes when light hits them.
Personality: Prone to moping, is this brown. He has the inexplicable ability to pick a bad thing out of any day. His Bonded didn’t pay enough attention to him. He didn’t get one more piece of food. He was foiled by that pesky wind again. Thankfully he doesn’t blow things out of proportion; he mopes equal to the frustration or upset brought on by the bad event(s). Then once he has finished moping for that incident he continues with his ‘commentary.’ He is the eternal pessimist and is liable to drive His batty pointing out all the things that could possibly go wrong in any task. You see, he’s got quite the imagination and a talent for projecting what he sees in his mind. He also likes to make soft chittering whispers quite literally into the ear of His. Though sometimes he wonders why he bothers; His won’t listen to him anyways.
This brown also likes to spend a lot of time watching people when His is sleeping. He especially likes to watch people at the public baths. They’re so interesting with their odd not-skin and the fur on their heads! His is also subjected to this creepy peeping Tom behaviour whenever the brown is awake and His chooses to bathe. For all he likes His, this brown had a deeply rooted attachment to the day and he’s only ever willing to sped half a night, at most, awake with His. Other than spying on people this brown likes to pick up random gifts for people. Shiny rocks, interesting twigs, even some abandoned food. Anything not claimed by someone he is willing to pick up and gift to the most down looking person. The best part? Since he’s a pessimist he’s always pleasantly surprised when people actually accept his gifts…and not too disappointed when they don’t.
With others of his own species he’s subdued and unwilling to actively seek them out but he will tolerate and be pleasant with them if they come to him. He doesn’t chase green flitters all that often (why would they want him in their flights, anyways?) and he will never chase a green salamandyr. In fact, he hates all draconids besides flitters. Dragons, whers, salamandyrs, it doesn’t matter what they are. If they aren’t flitters they aren’t anything at all. He refuses to acknowledge they exist at all. He won’t bother them unless they bother him first. Faranth forbid they do…because he will ‘yell’ at them in his whispering voice and then mope for days afterwards. They ruined his whole sevenday, how rude!
Written by Ember
Puddleglum has a close relationship with Three, Piden's green salamandyr, whom he caught in her first Run.
Name: Belle (Deceased)
Color: Green
DOB: March 3017
Appearance: A personal watermelon, that is what she is. Not only is she small and green, but she is striped just like the juicy bit of heaven that is bright red in the insides. Unfortunately... cracking this baby open won't get you any red. She is round, very round. Plump like no flitter has any right to be, she is not exactly fat. She just has curves. She's not terribly good at flaunting them though, instead liking to spend most of her time sprawled out watching everyone else do everything else. It is not at all unusual to find this little tiny girl completely stretched out, her front legs stuck all the way forward, her back legs stuck all the way backward and her tail strung out straight too with her belly pressed to whatever she is laying on. This is when she's awake! When she sleeps, she sleeps like a limp rag with her head stretched all the way forward, beyond the tips of her toes.
The only bad thing is that if she decides to stretch out in the grass, she would be perfect for getting stomped, because her striped, variegated shades of green hide makes her vanish into any stand of growing grass, and she's small enough to easily be shorter than most grasses when stretched out. Sometimes the only clue to her presence is her little head sticking up or the near continuous inquisitive chirps she makes.
Personailty: In a word, she is lazy. Sleepy, lazy, she just does not like to do anything if she doesn't have to. She will ride everywhere on her person's shoulder if given half a chance to do so, and if it is possible to upgrade, preferably in the cradle of their arms to maximize comfort and relaxation! After all, who wouldn't want to be pampered and paraded around like the finest Queen in all of perndom? Never mind that sometimes she really does do a fairly good impression of a personal sized melon when being carried around as such.
Such pampering is not entirely one-sided however. For as lazy as she is, she does have a level of decorum and reciprocation... not to mention a small vanity streak. Of what she does do, her favorite activity by far is that of preening. Either herself, or hers. It doesn't matter to her. They both have to look their very best! Her standard of suitable appearance also extends to anyone else that lives with her ... any other pets, any other humans ... even any dragons. They all must be clean, and properly preened to suitability. For as lazy as she is, she can be tireless when it comes to preening creatures that are bigger than she is. (Written by Teddy)
Died of sickness.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
