Post by Ivy on Apr 18, 2011 23:53:46 GMT -5
Name: T'vis
Age: 21
Turnday: May 26, 3001
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider
Weyr: Selenitas Weyr
Physical Appearance:
From the time he was born, it was obvious Tavis would be a cute boy. Only cute though, never ruggedly handsome or anything of the like. Still though, cute was better than horribly disfigured or terribly undesireable. So cute he was, and is even now. Born with sandy brown hair, it has since darkened into a jet black color - unusual given both his parents are blondes. Eyes too were dark, though since his grandfather on his mother's side had darker eyes it could be forgiven that he hadn't inherited his parents' bright blue eyes. The differences in his appearance from his parents' had always been obvious - he did look a bit like his mother in the face but he didn't seem to take after his father at all. Entering his teenaged years everyone was surpised when the rutound little boy didn't shoot up in height like his father - as had been expected. Instead he stayed rather short and stocky, his baby fat melted away and in its place he gained some muscle. He wasn't fat, but at a mere 5"6' and roughly 160 lbs he was a bit girthier than most boys his age.
Personality:
Despite the constant whispers growing up and his father insisting they relocate from their beautiful home in Blossom to a home in the much less appealing Lighttower Hold, Tavis has always been rather personable and friendly. Growing up he held onto his child-like innocence and wonder far longer than most boys his age did, something his mother helped encourage. He has always been described as reliable and loyal - two personality traits that help him get most the things he wants. While he could be skilled in manipulating others with his charm, he often doesn't. He'd rather earn things through his own hard work and determination. He doesn't look for hand outs, ever.
It should be noted that while at a younger age Tavis had no qualms with the Weyr or dragonriders, since a recent revelation (added to turns of the holdfolk of Lighttower's icy attitude towards the Weyr and riders), his own attitude towards them has changed. Where he once thought riders were the heroes of Pern, he now thinks they're a disgusting, immoral lot. Should he ever come in contact with a rider it is likely he will be cold and maybe even a bit rude - he feels he has more than enough reason to be both.
Early turns: 3001-3016
Tavis was the first - and only - child born to the Dolphineer Tali and her husband Borak. Born shortly after the attack on the Dolphin Hall at Blossom - where they lived - Tavis was what the couple considered a miracle. They had been trying for turns to have children, and finally conceived - unfortunately for Borak, the child was not actually his. Something he would come to suspect as Tavis grew older.
At first, Borak had considered Tavis his pride and joy but as the boy got a bit older and no similarities could be drawn between father and son - he became suspicious. His suspicion turned him cold towards his son, though Tali made up for it by lavishing more attention on Tavis.
As his suspicions grew, Borak withdrew more and more into his work at the vineyard. Unable to handle wondering who Tavis' real father was he decided to take family as far away as possible. Coming home he told Tali he wanted to move to Lighttower Hold - that he had always dreamt of being a fisherman and wanted to set out from the best port in the south. A tense sevenday passed and then the family was off, en-route to Lighttower Hold. The trip was rough for all of them, and dangerous given the Pass and Threadfall. However eventually they made it there safely and Borak settled into his new job on a ship.
In Lighttower Hold the once mostly happy family became quiet and somber. Borak would be gone for days on end fishing on the boats, leaving Tali and Tavis at home. She could no longer practice any crafts - the men at Lighttower looked down on the women who lived there. She did her best to shield her son from the cold atmosphere of the people in Lighttower, and for the most part she seemed to succeed.
Being in Lighttower Tavis was unaware of many Weyr events. News was slow to get to the boy's ears, and what news he did get was normally things he only overheard - so he rarely got the full story. He was blissfully unaware of the fighting and deaths going on both in the Northern and Southern Weyr(s). And that's just how his mother liked it.
The truth comes out... 3016-
[/center]Tali was more than a little overprotective of her son, but in her mind she had to be. He was her only child and despite their trying it seemed as if Tali and Borak would never have another child. Tali suspected Borak was unable to father children, which was most likely due to an accident in his teenage years. Borak's suspicions had been right - Tavis was not his son. When Tavis was 15, Tali finally decided he should know the truth. While his father was out at sea fishing, she told him the man he had grown up to call father and love as one was not really his father, Tavis' father was actually a Brownrider from Selenitas. She had met him when he came to visit his family in Blossom nearly 20 turns ago, and they had a passionate affair, even though she was already Joined to Borak. Tavis was the result of the affair between them, but after she learned she was pregnant V'is was no where to be found. So she'd let Borak believe the son she had was his, though he looked more like his dragonrider father than Borak.
As she explained this, Tavis realized why Borak had forced them to move from Blossom to Lighttower - he thought someone in Blossom was his real father. The normally calm and friendly young man stormed out of the house that evening - and ran right into Borak. Having come home early from sea due to bad weather, he had heard everything from just outside the door. He glared at the boy and when Tavis opened his mouth to speak Borak turned away, muttering, "I'm not your father."
Finding out one's life has been built on a lie can really make one's world crumble down. That's exactly what it did for Tavis. With nothing more than the clothes on his back and the dagger tucked in his boot he ran off. Angry at his mother, angry at his father, angry at the Weyr and their immoral ways for allowing this to happen.
The road from Lighttower Hold to Selenitas Weyr would be a long one, but the angsty young man was determined to go confront his real father. He set out on his way towards the Weyr - a rather stupid and dangerous move given the presence of Thread. Still he felt he had the make the journey...
A full turn passed, with little progress made on Tavis' part. The boy managed to make it as far as Selenitas Hold, where he took up working in a stable for extra marks. Fully intent on making it to Selenitas Weyr by the end of the turn, his goals were met when a Searchrider came to the Hold. Of course he had no interest in being a Candidate, or worse still possibly Impressing and becoming a dragonrider... but the Greenrider doing the Search - Elisabeta - would not take no for an answer. Snatching him up she took him to the Weyr, where lucky him, she is also the Candidatemaster.
As if to add insult to injury, after the long journey to the Weyr so he could find and confront his father - Tavis discovered V'is had been dead since he was a baby. Now he was stuck in the Weyr as a Candidate, under a horrid Candidatemaster. Thoughts of bolting for it had crossed his mind, but he never doubted Elisabeta would have hunted him down and brought him back. His only comfort was knowing there is no way a dragon would choose him and once that was said and done he could leave the immoral Weyr to find a place with more wholesome folks to live with.
Oh dear Tavis, how wrong you were.
First he accidentally arrived in the middle of a salamandyr hatching, where he was unfortunate enough to Impress one of the beasts. A little Green who had an odd way of speaking and who would count in fives anytime Tavis was upset - he deemed her A Pain In My Ass, calling her Apima for short. She would come to bring nothing but drama and many headaches to him in the turns to come.
Then he was brought to Stand for Millieth's clutch - and he fully expected to be left on the Sands come the end without a dragon. Then surely he would have been allowed to leave the Weyr and head off to a Hold, right? Sounded like a plan at the time, until a little Blue chose him at the Hatching. T'vis. The male's mindvoice was soft and whispery. I am Detrith, shall we eat with our Bronzebrother? He will not wait long for us.
SHARDS! Why oh why did it have to choose HIM? Begrudgingly he had fallen into the life of a Weyrling, his only way out being the death of his dragon or himself - and despite his dislike for dragonriders and their lot he was not willing to go down either of those routes.
Time passed, the longer he was bonded to Detrith the more he came to accept his role in life as a dragonrider-to-be. He still hated the others, but Detrith he could stand. He had some respect for any bonded to Bronzes or Golds, but that came mostly from Detrith. Yes, the soft whispers in his mind from the Blue were beginning to change his opinion of a lot of things.
The earth fell and was rebuilt (x2) ... 3017-Present
[/b]Weyrlinghood finally ended and the newly minted Bluerider was thrust into a life full of salamandyr runs and wing training. Lucky for him Apima always chose five suitors, and thus he began to become... closer... to many of the Weyr's other inhabitants. The angst he felt when he first came to Selenitas had nearly faded completely as he grew comfortable in his new life.
So of course everything had to change.
The earth rolled and cracked beneath their feet - a massive earthquake hit. Unprepared, many were lost to the quake and the survivors were royally screwed should Fort or Benden happen to look South and see them vulnerable. Enter the exiles - whom T'vis had heard a bit about but never thought much of. They offered aide and a new place to call home, and while T'vis (fueled mostly by Detrith's emotions) did not trust them much he followed with the rest of Selenitas as they packed up what they could salvage and headed to the hidden Burimyu Weyr.
Soon enough the name Burimyu was scratched and it just became Selenitas, the NEW Selenitas. Their new hidden home. They would surely be safe from the war to the North. After a turn or so everyone was settled and life was mostly normal - except that fuss with the whers at night and something about monsters, but it didn't concern him or Detrith so honestly they didn't care. Whers were ugly anyways, even the Gold ones.
The leaders threw a monkey wrench into the 'normal' life in Selenitas when they decided to join the war to the North - siding with Benden. Despite being on a wing they were not sent North to fight, they were left to deal with felines and Thread. Detrith was quite alright with this, after all what good did dragon fighting against dragon do? It was a war between riders, and shedding precious ichor over such a meaningless spat was a waste.
Selenitas and Benden together wer a force to be reckoned with apparently, as after a turn or two the war was brought to an end after they practically smashed Fort and all opposition. Now there could be peace, right? Well mostly. A Summit was held - Holders, Crafters, Weyr leadership, all the important people of Pern really (save T'vis and Detrith, who WERE important in their own minds but not in the minds of others). In their infinite wisdom this Summit of leaders decided to mess with everything across Pern.
No longer would Benden be Benden. There would be ONE Weyr to the North - Inverness. It would be centrally located. Selenitas would remain where it was and the only Weyr in the South. Holds would lay claim to crafters - any and all of them, including handlers and riders. Sucked to be them, T'vis had no crafthall training and was thankfully left alone. Riders were split between Inverness and Selenitas, but once more T'vis was left where he was.
Left in Selenitas T'vis' life fell into a routine of sorts. At least once a turn Apima would run - T'vis would spend a LOT of awkward 'I hate you all' time after said event hiding in his Weyr. Detrith would chase, rarely. And T'vis would train and fight Thread. It wasn't glamorous but it was life, and it was far better than Lighttower where he'd come from all those turns ago.
Family:
Tali - May 2980 - Mother
Borak - July 2969 - 'Father'
Name: Detrith
Color: Blue
(Base: 03002B, Markings:3737FF)
Age: 5 turns, 7 months (June, 3017)
Dam and Sire: Gold Millieth and Bronze Quarth
Egg: The Overhand Egg (by Tashe)
The Overhand Egg: Is... laying on its side? It looks like Millieth made no effort to right the egg, but if asked, she will deny that claim. Its not her fault, the egg just... wants to be like that. Either way, it definitely stands out among all its upward tilting siblings. The Overhand Egg is a completely solid, matte mauve color. The marble like shine that all of the other eggs have can only be seen in small patches at random points around the shell, as if the gods of polishing didn't really care about this medium sized egg. Hot, but bearable, the Overhand Egg is slightly rough to the touch where no shine is seen. What kind of dragon would this egg hold, you think, is it like the others? And when a candidate does put a hand to the shell, they're met with their exact match. Emotionally that is. The little dragon on the inside pulls a chameleon, changing what it gives off to fit the mold of the Candidate. As if it were trying on emotions like clothing. I wouldn't approach this egg with stormy emotions.[/center]
Appearance:
Skinny. Detrith is a very bony Dragon to be sure, he's definitely not as muscular as the rest of his clutchsiblings or as lean. The Blue will gain muscle as he grows, but he'll never be a match to any well trained fighting Dragon. Which, oddly enough, suits the Blue just fine. Because he's flexible, amazingly so. With his wiry body, Detrith can preform some of the most impossible aerial maneuvers with ease and superior reaction time, outstripping any old Green. If a Dragon could be suited to thread fighting, this Blue would definitely win the job. Because of that he's physically ill equipped for aerial fighting. Short claws, not muscular, long legs, angular bone structure, average biting force and even less hitting force... yeah, you don't want him on your fighting team.
Upside, Detrith is a very attractive shade of dark blue. A color that, in very low lighting, seems to shift and flicker as he were made of shadows. Lets just say you don't want to try playing hide and seek with this particular male at night, thats for sure. He has only one visible marking on him, and despite its simplicity, seems to match the Blue very well. A lighter blue streak starts from the middle toe of his right foot and swirls lazily up and around his leg till it reaches his knee. It ends there in a complete circle, making it look like Detrith is wearing some kind of interesting jewelry. But now, to the unseen markings... or rather, mutations. Like the rest of his clutch, the Blue has inherited the 'armor' like skin, though in significantly less proportions than the others. The thick, scaly like skin stretches over his rump, around his wings, over his haunches and slightly up his neck... as if someone had draped a blanket over his back that just didn't quite fit. It could be said that his mutations were far more likely to be meant for threadfall than anything else.
Personality:
Detrith is perhaps one of the most intelligent Blues to grace the face of Pern. He is a combination of book and street smart that just falls straight into the melting pot of being extremely insightful. Having this all important ability to think for himself allows him to know his place in the color spectrum, but despite all this, he is power hungry. And because of this, Detrith has transformed himself into a manipulative, dark minded creature. He hangs around Bronzes, usually staying with one Bronze until the male wears out his usefulness. He likes being the right hand Dragon of a King, being their closest adviser is even better. Detrith is normally refined and stoic, speaking when he as something to say or not really speaking at all, but if he's asked to he can be both cruel and vicious. Especially if it lets him gain more respect or a closer position to his current Bronze.
That being said, Detrith has the mental ability to become one of the best Dragon tacticians if he is encouraged from a young age to take a special interest in them. But, because he doesn't really need to try when learning things, it leads to some amount of laziness. Especially when it comes to anything but threadfall training. He's not a fighter so why should he even pretend to be one? Loose morals also contribute to his lack of willingness to do... most everything unless it furthers his own personal game. Honor, force catching, killing... bah, meaningless. He just wants to be in a position where it gives him the most power a Blue can have, with the exception of a Aerial Combat Hero. Those loobys can have that title. Why any dragon would be happy to go up in the skies, rip each other apart for a war instigated and continued mainly by humans when there was no personal gain to the Dragons themselves, is certainly beyond him.
Name: Apima (A.Pain.In.My.Ass)
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green
(Base: a6f16c; Markings: 409300)
Age: 6 turns, 1 month (December of 3016)
Clutch: Principia Discordia Clutch
Dam and Sire:
Egg: Deacon Egg (by Req)
Roughly the same size (as all those around it) and almost bizarrely normal in shape due to the lack of any irregularities whatsoever, (it has) a pure white base with flecks of black interspersed randomly across the surface of the shell.
Appearance:
A little runt she is, even for a green. This little light-colored beauty is no bigger than her white siblings, but her coloring quickly disabuses anyone of the notion that she might be one of those rare mute salamandyrs. Though her base color is a soft pastel green, she is freckled (yes, freckled much like a fawn) with forest green spots all over. Not for her the two lines of tiny spots like most of her brethren. She has them everywhere, even on her wings and frill. The spots vary in size from pinprick to the largest which covers almost the entire left side of her head.
The color of wings and frill are pure white apart from the spots and she is formed quite elegantly. Her body is just a touch more slender than that of most salamandyrs, her eyes a touch wider, her wings slightly longer and her tail a touch thinner, all lending a somewhat delicate look to the tiny creature. Cute indeed she is, particularly since she spends most of her time dangling by her prehensile tail from the ear of Hers, much like a living earring. Nor will her eyes ever stop showing the rainbow hues of Impression. It’s as if the Impression itself was such an experience that she’s never left it.
Personality:
This salamandyr is something of a queer creature to have sharing mindspace with you. It doesn’t help poor Tavis much that the girl bonds nice and strong. As mentioned before, this green spends most of her time dangling from his ear. She is not given to dramatics or lofty language. Indeed she hardly moves at all. If she is forced to relinquish the ear, the salamandyr promptly takes up her position on some other part of his body just so long as she can be touching his skin. The only time she seems to show any sort of strong emotion is when separated from him, the green graying almost instantly and sending up a haunting keen.
Most of the time, though, she is in a constant state of passive euphoria, much like being perpetually drugged. Her mind wanders off in weird directions that even Hers can’t follow, though his own thoughts are tugged along for the ride just the same. These thoughts come in fives. They never seem to have any connection to one another and she announces them aloud in a tone like mindlessly reading from a hymnal. A distant singsong tone. When the green is not announcing her ‘revelations’, which seems to only be during times of great distress in Hers, she combats this influx of emotions by numbering. Numbering things in fives. A sure sign that Tavis is getting distressed? His salamandyr starts counting.
Her odd behavior and tendencies make for some pretty crazy Runs. First and foremost, she doesn’t like being separated from Hers ever, so the entire Run is spent in a state of duress while she attempts to catch up to Hers who is himself Running. Running away from his ‘mandyr in the search for His. Because yes, he really does lose his mind completely to the green. Let’s hope he doesn’t have heart issues. Naturally she must be caught as she won’t choose; she’s too busy trying to catch up to Tavis. Once caught she forgets for a short time her distress in order to ensure that she has no less than five suitors at the time of capture. Fun for everyone…except possibly Tavis.
Name: Helios
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown
(Base: CD5555; Markings: 8A3324)
Age: 5 turns, 10 months (March, 3017)
Clutch: Fruitie Tootie Clutch
Dam and Sire:
Egg: Clean Blueberry Egg (by Teddy)
Standing in bright, colorful pride, the Clean Blueberry egg is everything that the Dirty Blueberry is not. Bright, shimmering, glossy rich blues swirl happily across the shell of this beautiful egg, standing proudly for all to admire.
Appearance:
This brown does not look very brown, having a more red coloration to his earthy hide. It is a dull, clayish red color, but definitely more red in shade than a true brown color. His name as a brown is saved a bit by the little sprinkles and speckles and freckles that dot him all over in darker, distinctly brown coloration. This is certainly another brown that if he held still for long enough, he could probably vanish into a clay pathway as a lump of dirt.
He is not shaped like a lump of dirt though, instead a very nicely streamlined little beast. Burly as Browns are, he is still very sleek and graceful. With longer limbs and almost perfect wing proportions, he is a very good flier and an even better runner. He is built to move, and to move well with little excess and waste in his motions. Bright and cheerful, his little face almost always has a big flitter-smile plastered all over it, every great now and again spreading so big that it covers the rest of him too.
Personality:
If he weren't colored brown, everyone would swear this fellow was a blue and green cross. For he is always moving, always happy, and always flittering about. So very happy, nothing will get this fellow down. If something big and bad enough does happen to give him a glitch, it doesn't hitch his getalong for very long. There is a theory this is due to a short memory ... but he also has aspects that hint at longer memory than would be suspected. He is just, to a word, hyperactively happy. He is extremely good at finding the silver lining to every dark cloud, and painting silver linings on the ones that don't have one!
Positivity is the very air he breathes, and nothing can possibly go irrevocably wrong. This trust in the nature of the world is unshakable and uncrackable. This does not mean that he does not understand sadness and depression ... but it does mean that he is always going to be there trying to cheer everyone up. Either by rolling over and over being cute in the lap, or bringing a single bright flower to the sad-afflicted, clutched tightly in his little flitter-paws. But holding still is definitely a challenge for him, as he always has to be moving ... even when asleep. He twitches and wiggles while sleeping, but interestingly enough, never utters a peep while doing so.
