Post by dragon on Sept 15, 2008 21:19:42 GMT -5
Humans:
Name:Emoyan
Age: 37
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Journeyman Harper/Candidate Master
Month: May 2979
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Physical Appearance: Standing at a medium height, E'yan is an all around medium build of a man. Even though he is not overly muscular, he does still possess a stringy strength that came from working with and caring for his dragon. His hair is shoulder-length and a very rich brown color. It is slightly wavy, and he tends to keep it in a loose tail, out of his eyes. His eyes look almost black, but they are really just brown, sometimes harboring a deep sadness. Every great now and again that darkness disappears in the light of a merry moment but those are only found in company he enjoys. Emoyan's face is tall, with a square jaw and a slightly large nose. His hands have a light callusing to them from not only working on things, but also from playing stringed instruments.
He rarely if ever wears the Harper's blue, and as such can sometimes catch people off guard that he is one. His favored colors in clothing actually tend more toward a subdued earthy brown spectrum. Emoyan does not wear bright colors at all, though he does love to look a things that are brightly colored.
Personality: Emoyan is a generally cheerful sort when not faced directly with dire circumstances. He is very good at the out of sight, out of mind mentality … if not currently having to deal with a situation, it's almost as if that situation does not exist. This does not, however, mean he has forgotten it. He just believes there is a time and a place for everything … and does not tend to worry over things that he can do nothing about.
He used to love his wine, but after nearly drinking himself to death after the loss of his dragon he refuses to touch it anymore for fear of revisiting those horrible days. Emoyan has a variety of instruments that he loves to play … though his favorites by far are the ones that allow him to sing at the same time. Emoyan loves to sing … and often makes up fictitious songs just for the heck of it. And they're usually … obviously fictitious.
His biggest passion in Harpering is the entertaining part … music and song. He doesn't really care for histories or records keeping … though he will do that when necessary.
When around people he can be cheerful enough that no one would even realize he is dragonless. But when he is left by himself, the facade is dropped and if he is not careful he can easily fall into the hollow pits in his soul. For this reason he doesn't tend to stay alone for great lengths of time if he can at all help it.
History: Emoyan (E.moy.an) was born a simple holder's son at Ruatha Hold, and aspired to be nothing more than his father was, working the fields and producing food for the hold in general. And then at the age of eight turns he developed a fascination for music and any instrument he could get his hands on – whether he was allowed to or not. And in seeing his son's fascination for such, Emoyan's father had his apprenticed to the Harper Hall at the age of twelve turns. There, Emoyan flourished and really took off in his passion for music. Though, his mentors did frown on his disdain for all the histories, though. They thought he was a rather frivolous boy, and doubted he'd make the Harper's name any good at all.
But they did not have long to deal with him, as he was Searched for impression at the age of Fourteen turns. He was almost at his fifteenth turn when he managed to impress finally, to blue Kindrith, and became known as E'yan from that day forward. From there, his life seemed to swerve permanently away from his passion for music. But he was not as distressed about it as he might have been … he had Kindrith now, and he would not have traded the blue for all the music in the world.
Once he became a full fledged rider however, he discovered he had time once more for his first love and began again in pursuing his music. It emboldened E'yan slightly in his work, when he discovered that Kindrith also loved music … and loved to just sit and listen. Often times the dragon would follow to gathers, and sit out of the way to listen to the dancing music. As a young dragon, Kindrith used to be convinced he could sing, too. … thankfully E'yan managed to convince the blue that while he might be able to sing (not), it was a rather disturbing thing to hear for most folk… and that he really ought not share. And shortly after he started believing he could sing, Kindrith did stop again.
Just as soon as Kindrith became old enough to start having interest in Flights the young blue started participating, thrusting the inexperienced and still quite young E'yan into the middle of such events. The young blue never won a single Flight. This, however, was not due to the dragon's lack of viability. He Chased every green that rose, regardless of who they were, until he was finally Chosen to Fly. When he descended to her, he was impacted from the side by a pushy brown that was not going to allow the blue to win at all costs. Kindrith almost didn't manage to correct his skewed flight path before crashing into something. He pulled out of the forced, tangled dive just in time to avoid the ground, but was unable to miss the windrow trees. Folding both wings in tight, he blasted through the trees with a momentum that would not have him stopping in the trees. He came out of it rather torn up but he healed marvelously well physically, leaving no traces of scars on his hide. However, the blue dragon's pride was permanently hurt and from that day forward he has borne a distinct dislike for browns. There were a few that he could get along with, but most he gets snappy around. Kindrith was never chosen again, and he became so lust-maddened from never succeeding that he started Chasing more than greens … he started participating even in Queen flights, even though he had no chance in eternity of ever catching her.
E'yan felt somewhat sorry for his dragon's trouble-laden relationship woes, and would try to soothe the dragon's soul over it. But there was little the man could do about it. His own personal life was not quite as barren. At the age of seventeen turns E'yan stumbled across a raven-haired Tillek holder girl that he became totally infatuated with, by the name of Seay. He made frequent trips to visit her, every chance he got, whenever he had time apart from his Rider duties. And then one day, four years after they'd met, she simply wasn't there anymore. To this very day, E'yan has no idea what happened to her or where she went. He has never loved quite the same way, with the same depth, though he has had a few lovers since. None were frivolous encounters, but by the same token, none were as important to him as Seay had been. Deep down inside, he believes that one day he might yet find her.
When Weyr life suddenly took a turn for the worse after the Junior Queen's death and seemed to be spiraling down hill at an ever faster rate, E'yan went on the defensive to protect his own life, and that of his dragon. Though the dragon pair were trained to fight, E'yan was always very careful in how he let Kindrith work. Somehow, through dumb luck and a little tiny touch of tactical sense in the air, they managed to avoid getting harmed overly badly during the frequent feuds between Weyrs. E'yan and Kindrith became very good at the art of being invisible, unnoticed, in every way they could manage. They let themselves sink below anyone's notice, to avoid getting into anything they did not want to deal with. This generally meant being an on-the-dot wingrider that took all orders with no questions, and carried them out. However – how the orders were carried out E'yan left wide open to interpretation. He did not take kindly to being used as bait, as happened on a few occasions. Just because Kindrith was blue did not mean he was expendable as collateral damage!
After twelve turns at Fort and doing what ever it took to avoid getting caught or slain by Benden … or Fort for that matter, E'yan and Kindrith decided it was time for a change of scenery. It was high time to find something else to do than participating in the ongoing feud between weyrs. E'yan figured that if enough riders refused to participate in blatant hostilities, then the leaders running the war would have nothing to fight each other with other than themselves. And to that idea, he says More Power To Them! Let the maniacal tyrants slay each other.
Rather than disappear one fine day, E'yan managed to worm his way into a Healer's good graces and then started reporting to the Healer of Kindrith's perpetual achy joints – even though the dragon had no such ailment. Kindrith played along with the ploy, acting stiff and ungainly at times – especially in cooler weather and in wet weather, sometimes uttering low moans to add to the dramatic effect. Completely baffled by the persistent 'ailment', the Healer eventually put in a word to the Weyrwoman that the pair needed a warmer climate and would do Fort no apparent good in their current state. As such, after time, E'yan managed to secure legal permission to leave to Selenitas – and was even gifted with coordinates to between there.
E'yan had spent much time sweating about the decision for some time … he had feared that they might indeed be signed off as bait material only, to get rid of them. At which, the pair had planned for a contingency – a 'miracle' cure after a time of mountain valley hunting. Thankfully they did not have to use it and were happily on their way to the south. The whole transfer plan had taken an entire turn to complete, and they were happily leaving behind thirteen turns of Fort service.
Even though the plan succeeded thus far, E'yan is quite convinced that Fort is counting on his loyalty remaining to Fort, should they need him in any unforeseen event. Ha! Not gonna happen. He was leaving to leave that nonsense behind.
A few months after transferring to Selenitas, E'yan attended a Flitter hatching, and was lucky enough to walk away with an adorable brown flitter that he named Rascal.
After nearly a Turn at Selenitas Weyr, E'yan lost Kindrith to an attack from Benden. The blue had started out trying to find Rascal, but had ended up getting involved in a scuffle at the weyrling barracks, trying to protect the young dragons and riders from the attacking riders. This had naturally drawn the attention of the riders' dragons upon him, and he ultimately gave his life in defense of the weyrlings, leaving E'yan once again Emoyan, and bereft of half his soul.
After several days of doing little more than wishing he were dead, Emoyan was approached by Ka'rys of bronze Ciceroth, with an offer to teach Candidate lessons, and Emoyan took him up on it ... it was something he could do and be useful again, even though he felt he would never get over having lost his beloved dragon.
A few short months after becoming Candidate Master, Emoyan ended up unwillingly impressing a Salamandyr - green Skink - and found an unexpected solace in her. She helped ease the pain of his loss, and helped fill the emptiness. Even if she was a royal pain in the ass of a troublesome mandyr.
Along the way, Emoyan impressed a Bronze flitter and then promptly lost him again shortly after he had reached maturity. For Skink, troublesome as ever, had gotten into a Rider's weyr and started trashing things. Naturally, the Rider took exception to that and trapped her under a bowl - nearly severing her tail in the process. Rascal and the Bronze, Voyager, came to her rescue. Rascal flew away with the salamandyr as Voyager went head to head with the Rider ... which ended badly with his throat sliced in a mid-air encounter. Emoyan was staggered by the loss, and for a deal of time was rather pissed. But as was his nature, time tempered his wrath and by the time he caught up with the Rider who had slain his flitter, he had little to say on the matter.
In 3012, Wasteland took over Selenitas and in so doing ousted him from his position as Candidate Master. In the same coup, a great many of Selenitas' people were either killed or driven out. Emoyan found himself in a very troublesome predicament where he has nothing left. No dragon, no job, and no friends, for the ones that had survived the attack had abandoned the Weyr. Stuck with no hope of surviving an attempt to leave, himself, Emoyan scrounged around to find something to do with himself.
Mostly that meant keeping Skink out of trouble, bettering his skills with his instruments, and bird watching. There really wasn't a whole lot for a dragonless Harper to do around those parts. Especially with his current love interest lost to the unknown wilderness as a refugee of the coup.
Dragon:
Name: Kindrith
Color: Blue
Age: 14
Physical Appearance: Kindrith is a pale blue color, and of a rather large build for a blue. He is not gigantic, but he is not small enough to be considered average in size. His body is slim and smooth, not chunky at all. And his wings are normal length, but oddly wider than they really ought to be. He can cover some ground in a hurry with them, though he is not more agile in the air than other blues.
He does bear a few scars, but most are on the insides of his thighs where no one ever sees them… they were garnered by being raked by a wherry that he had thought he had killed prior to trying to eat it as a weyrling. His only other scar is born across the breadth of his rump, where a rockslide in the mountains had lanced a sharp stone across his rump while he was grabbing up his to rescue him from the slide.
Personality: Kindrith is just as easy going as His is, loving to just sit and listen, or talk to others … he's a playful sort. But, when faced with serious situations – much like his – he can get rather nasty. He has an attitude in hiding, that the few times it has come out of hiding, he has forced some browns to back off of him in fear of having a berserk dragon on their case. He does not, however, actually go berserk – he just pretends really well.
Kindrith really dislikes browns, though a few of the color have managed to wriggle their way past that feeling and become tolerable evils to the blue. He has no issues with any of the other colors, however, and can be quite friendly to any greens he finds himself near. He just can't help himself.
Flitter Bio:
Glacier Brown
Color: Brown
Rascal
Physical Appearance: A stunning dark mahogany hide is the most noticeable thing about this brown. Otherwise, he's quite average, though clearly handsome. Large for a brown, he might pass for a small bronze (bypassing his clearly /brown/ coloration). Strong muscles give him a bulky look, the contours of his body etched to perfection. His wings are neither long nor short, wide nor slender, the membranes darker than his hide, to the point where they could be mistaken for black; in the right light, a reddish gleam can enter them when unfurled. His neck is carried with an undoubtedly proud arch to it. Clearly masculine, his head is blunt, his neck ridges clear, nostrils large and body always carried with an arrogance one might usually attribute to a bronze.
Personality: This brown clearly thinks highly of himself, as is apparent in his carriage. Overprotective of His to the point where he might go as far as to warn off even potential lovers, he seems to rank himself higher than any bronze. Despite his arrogance, he's affectionate to His, as long as His takes care to please him. He clearly expects to be cared for, and is usually quiet, unless he realizes something isn't going his way, whereupon he can most definitely be noisy. Fortunately, though, it takes very little to appease him once he realizes that the attention is, indeed, on him. Salamandyrs, flitters - he has little respect for either of them, though he will ocassionally Chase, usually queens, though greens that catch his interest should be honored to have him Chase as well. Little less than a dragon - and possibly His - can make this flit do something that he doesn't want to, so most of the time he ends up lazily attaching himself to His for lack of anything else to do.
Name: Voyager
Age: Adult
Species: Fire Lizard
Color: Bronze (#CC6700)
Appearance: Painted a rich, glistening shade of bronze almost bordering on copper, this little bronze has a defiant, roguish sort of charm about him. His hide is speckled intermittently with pale, yellowish flecks similar in appearance to freckles on a human, giving him the look of a young creature no matter his age. His pale wings are almost sail-like in proportion to his otherwise average frame, meaning that while he’ll have a stunning amount of endurance when he the wind catches beneath him, he won’t be going anywhere very fast. Truly, he will move with all the speed and grace of a terran zeppelin, meaning that if he ever hopes to catch himself a female, he will have to get very creative.
Personality: This little bronze is most defiantly an adventurer. With a keen mind an a love of exploring, it will not be uncommon for him to spend days at a time out in the jungle, chasing after anything that catches his attention. While he will roam widely, His will never need to worry about him returning to the wild. This is due not only to the strong affection he has for his Bonded, but because there it something that the human world can offer him he would never be able to find on his own -sweets. This little bronze is fiend for sweets, and will forever be begging His to share bits of fruit leather, pastry and other confections with him. Any who aim to make friends with this amiable little chap need only come baring a smile and a sweet bun.
Witches Green
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green (A4FA9B)
Name: Skink
Appearance: Absolutely tiny is this green, and built slender enough that the casual viewer might mistake her for a leaf. She’s that small. Her wings are smaller than average and serve for little more than a decorative purpose on her body, for flying is entirely out of the question for this female. On the flip side, her body is sinuous enough to allow for her to slip into cracks, underneath doors and through the smallest imaginable location with ease. She has a long, spindly tail that sways around behind her animatedly, easily showing off her moods. Typically she keeps it arched up and over her body, like a kind of banner showing off her size and making her appear slightly larger than she actually is. The end of her tail is often twined pleasantly around that of her clutch sister, the Spider Green, usually between the two of them when they’re together. As far as her frill goes, it’s extremely small and virtually nonexistent when not flared, which can make her appear to be little more than a prancing lizard. Since she can’t fly, the amount of grace she offers when walking is alarming. To see her run is to see a green streak and little more; she’s devilishly fast.
In terms of color, she has a very pale green base of her hide that can almost be described as white. Powdery in color, at the very least. Darker shades spread around her eyes and up her forehead, spreading down her back to encompass her entire tail. The same hunter green hue wraps from her feet up to the middle of her legs as though she is wearing socks. When she displays, her frill is colored in the same pale as her body, except for jolts of dark green that spread out over the folds, like bolts of lightning that can give her a serpentine, even cruel look when she’s angry - especially coupled with burning scarlet eyes. She is the perfect mirror image of her twin and frequent companion, the Spider Green.
Personality: A troublemaker - that’s the best description of this salamandyr, and indeed the only one word that fits her. She’s extremely fond of getting into things, sometimes to the point of being maddening. Considering her size and build, she is able to climb into the most awkward places that many salamandyrs (perhaps whites exempted) could never dream of fitting - and probably should never be. Places like underneath doors, or the gap between trunks, cracks in walls - you name it, she gets there, and she’s certainly not afraid of anything. Her body makes her adept at climbing, and getting to-and-from places is surprisingly easy for her -- much to the misfortune of her mindmate, who will probably find this climbing about habit of hers maddening. The fact that she likes to climb into places like, oh, the dish cabinet (and she takes unholy joy in breaking the dishes in the process) will be an extreme amount of difficulty for her bonded. She’s destructive. And she’s clever.
As often as she can be, the Witches Green is in the companionship of her twin sister, the Spider Green… and the two of them are a match straight out of any fire lizard’s nightmare. This female will go out of her way to pin the responsibility for her destruction on fire lizards and, given a choice, she’ll even destroy things specifically to get fire lizards into trouble. If confronted, she’s also not above or unable to completely lie. She’s fast, too, so for a fire lizard to catch her at her antics will be very hard; it will be near impossible to prove she’s done anything wrong. She’s excellent at playing innocent when she wants to, which will be virtually any time she’s caught, and she’s not above playing the victim card if she thinks it will get her anywhere. She is most distinguishable from her sister from her eloquence - she speaks very clearly, and at nearly the same competence level as a bronze salamandyr; it’s very easy to understand everything she says.
Name:Emoyan
Age: 37
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Journeyman Harper/Candidate Master
Month: May 2979
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Physical Appearance: Standing at a medium height, E'yan is an all around medium build of a man. Even though he is not overly muscular, he does still possess a stringy strength that came from working with and caring for his dragon. His hair is shoulder-length and a very rich brown color. It is slightly wavy, and he tends to keep it in a loose tail, out of his eyes. His eyes look almost black, but they are really just brown, sometimes harboring a deep sadness. Every great now and again that darkness disappears in the light of a merry moment but those are only found in company he enjoys. Emoyan's face is tall, with a square jaw and a slightly large nose. His hands have a light callusing to them from not only working on things, but also from playing stringed instruments.
He rarely if ever wears the Harper's blue, and as such can sometimes catch people off guard that he is one. His favored colors in clothing actually tend more toward a subdued earthy brown spectrum. Emoyan does not wear bright colors at all, though he does love to look a things that are brightly colored.
Personality: Emoyan is a generally cheerful sort when not faced directly with dire circumstances. He is very good at the out of sight, out of mind mentality … if not currently having to deal with a situation, it's almost as if that situation does not exist. This does not, however, mean he has forgotten it. He just believes there is a time and a place for everything … and does not tend to worry over things that he can do nothing about.
He used to love his wine, but after nearly drinking himself to death after the loss of his dragon he refuses to touch it anymore for fear of revisiting those horrible days. Emoyan has a variety of instruments that he loves to play … though his favorites by far are the ones that allow him to sing at the same time. Emoyan loves to sing … and often makes up fictitious songs just for the heck of it. And they're usually … obviously fictitious.
His biggest passion in Harpering is the entertaining part … music and song. He doesn't really care for histories or records keeping … though he will do that when necessary.
When around people he can be cheerful enough that no one would even realize he is dragonless. But when he is left by himself, the facade is dropped and if he is not careful he can easily fall into the hollow pits in his soul. For this reason he doesn't tend to stay alone for great lengths of time if he can at all help it.
History: Emoyan (E.moy.an) was born a simple holder's son at Ruatha Hold, and aspired to be nothing more than his father was, working the fields and producing food for the hold in general. And then at the age of eight turns he developed a fascination for music and any instrument he could get his hands on – whether he was allowed to or not. And in seeing his son's fascination for such, Emoyan's father had his apprenticed to the Harper Hall at the age of twelve turns. There, Emoyan flourished and really took off in his passion for music. Though, his mentors did frown on his disdain for all the histories, though. They thought he was a rather frivolous boy, and doubted he'd make the Harper's name any good at all.
But they did not have long to deal with him, as he was Searched for impression at the age of Fourteen turns. He was almost at his fifteenth turn when he managed to impress finally, to blue Kindrith, and became known as E'yan from that day forward. From there, his life seemed to swerve permanently away from his passion for music. But he was not as distressed about it as he might have been … he had Kindrith now, and he would not have traded the blue for all the music in the world.
Once he became a full fledged rider however, he discovered he had time once more for his first love and began again in pursuing his music. It emboldened E'yan slightly in his work, when he discovered that Kindrith also loved music … and loved to just sit and listen. Often times the dragon would follow to gathers, and sit out of the way to listen to the dancing music. As a young dragon, Kindrith used to be convinced he could sing, too. … thankfully E'yan managed to convince the blue that while he might be able to sing (not), it was a rather disturbing thing to hear for most folk… and that he really ought not share. And shortly after he started believing he could sing, Kindrith did stop again.
Just as soon as Kindrith became old enough to start having interest in Flights the young blue started participating, thrusting the inexperienced and still quite young E'yan into the middle of such events. The young blue never won a single Flight. This, however, was not due to the dragon's lack of viability. He Chased every green that rose, regardless of who they were, until he was finally Chosen to Fly. When he descended to her, he was impacted from the side by a pushy brown that was not going to allow the blue to win at all costs. Kindrith almost didn't manage to correct his skewed flight path before crashing into something. He pulled out of the forced, tangled dive just in time to avoid the ground, but was unable to miss the windrow trees. Folding both wings in tight, he blasted through the trees with a momentum that would not have him stopping in the trees. He came out of it rather torn up but he healed marvelously well physically, leaving no traces of scars on his hide. However, the blue dragon's pride was permanently hurt and from that day forward he has borne a distinct dislike for browns. There were a few that he could get along with, but most he gets snappy around. Kindrith was never chosen again, and he became so lust-maddened from never succeeding that he started Chasing more than greens … he started participating even in Queen flights, even though he had no chance in eternity of ever catching her.
E'yan felt somewhat sorry for his dragon's trouble-laden relationship woes, and would try to soothe the dragon's soul over it. But there was little the man could do about it. His own personal life was not quite as barren. At the age of seventeen turns E'yan stumbled across a raven-haired Tillek holder girl that he became totally infatuated with, by the name of Seay. He made frequent trips to visit her, every chance he got, whenever he had time apart from his Rider duties. And then one day, four years after they'd met, she simply wasn't there anymore. To this very day, E'yan has no idea what happened to her or where she went. He has never loved quite the same way, with the same depth, though he has had a few lovers since. None were frivolous encounters, but by the same token, none were as important to him as Seay had been. Deep down inside, he believes that one day he might yet find her.
When Weyr life suddenly took a turn for the worse after the Junior Queen's death and seemed to be spiraling down hill at an ever faster rate, E'yan went on the defensive to protect his own life, and that of his dragon. Though the dragon pair were trained to fight, E'yan was always very careful in how he let Kindrith work. Somehow, through dumb luck and a little tiny touch of tactical sense in the air, they managed to avoid getting harmed overly badly during the frequent feuds between Weyrs. E'yan and Kindrith became very good at the art of being invisible, unnoticed, in every way they could manage. They let themselves sink below anyone's notice, to avoid getting into anything they did not want to deal with. This generally meant being an on-the-dot wingrider that took all orders with no questions, and carried them out. However – how the orders were carried out E'yan left wide open to interpretation. He did not take kindly to being used as bait, as happened on a few occasions. Just because Kindrith was blue did not mean he was expendable as collateral damage!
After twelve turns at Fort and doing what ever it took to avoid getting caught or slain by Benden … or Fort for that matter, E'yan and Kindrith decided it was time for a change of scenery. It was high time to find something else to do than participating in the ongoing feud between weyrs. E'yan figured that if enough riders refused to participate in blatant hostilities, then the leaders running the war would have nothing to fight each other with other than themselves. And to that idea, he says More Power To Them! Let the maniacal tyrants slay each other.
Rather than disappear one fine day, E'yan managed to worm his way into a Healer's good graces and then started reporting to the Healer of Kindrith's perpetual achy joints – even though the dragon had no such ailment. Kindrith played along with the ploy, acting stiff and ungainly at times – especially in cooler weather and in wet weather, sometimes uttering low moans to add to the dramatic effect. Completely baffled by the persistent 'ailment', the Healer eventually put in a word to the Weyrwoman that the pair needed a warmer climate and would do Fort no apparent good in their current state. As such, after time, E'yan managed to secure legal permission to leave to Selenitas – and was even gifted with coordinates to between there.
E'yan had spent much time sweating about the decision for some time … he had feared that they might indeed be signed off as bait material only, to get rid of them. At which, the pair had planned for a contingency – a 'miracle' cure after a time of mountain valley hunting. Thankfully they did not have to use it and were happily on their way to the south. The whole transfer plan had taken an entire turn to complete, and they were happily leaving behind thirteen turns of Fort service.
Even though the plan succeeded thus far, E'yan is quite convinced that Fort is counting on his loyalty remaining to Fort, should they need him in any unforeseen event. Ha! Not gonna happen. He was leaving to leave that nonsense behind.
A few months after transferring to Selenitas, E'yan attended a Flitter hatching, and was lucky enough to walk away with an adorable brown flitter that he named Rascal.
After nearly a Turn at Selenitas Weyr, E'yan lost Kindrith to an attack from Benden. The blue had started out trying to find Rascal, but had ended up getting involved in a scuffle at the weyrling barracks, trying to protect the young dragons and riders from the attacking riders. This had naturally drawn the attention of the riders' dragons upon him, and he ultimately gave his life in defense of the weyrlings, leaving E'yan once again Emoyan, and bereft of half his soul.
After several days of doing little more than wishing he were dead, Emoyan was approached by Ka'rys of bronze Ciceroth, with an offer to teach Candidate lessons, and Emoyan took him up on it ... it was something he could do and be useful again, even though he felt he would never get over having lost his beloved dragon.
A few short months after becoming Candidate Master, Emoyan ended up unwillingly impressing a Salamandyr - green Skink - and found an unexpected solace in her. She helped ease the pain of his loss, and helped fill the emptiness. Even if she was a royal pain in the ass of a troublesome mandyr.
Along the way, Emoyan impressed a Bronze flitter and then promptly lost him again shortly after he had reached maturity. For Skink, troublesome as ever, had gotten into a Rider's weyr and started trashing things. Naturally, the Rider took exception to that and trapped her under a bowl - nearly severing her tail in the process. Rascal and the Bronze, Voyager, came to her rescue. Rascal flew away with the salamandyr as Voyager went head to head with the Rider ... which ended badly with his throat sliced in a mid-air encounter. Emoyan was staggered by the loss, and for a deal of time was rather pissed. But as was his nature, time tempered his wrath and by the time he caught up with the Rider who had slain his flitter, he had little to say on the matter.
In 3012, Wasteland took over Selenitas and in so doing ousted him from his position as Candidate Master. In the same coup, a great many of Selenitas' people were either killed or driven out. Emoyan found himself in a very troublesome predicament where he has nothing left. No dragon, no job, and no friends, for the ones that had survived the attack had abandoned the Weyr. Stuck with no hope of surviving an attempt to leave, himself, Emoyan scrounged around to find something to do with himself.
Mostly that meant keeping Skink out of trouble, bettering his skills with his instruments, and bird watching. There really wasn't a whole lot for a dragonless Harper to do around those parts. Especially with his current love interest lost to the unknown wilderness as a refugee of the coup.
Dragon:
Name: Kindrith
Color: Blue
Age: 14
Physical Appearance: Kindrith is a pale blue color, and of a rather large build for a blue. He is not gigantic, but he is not small enough to be considered average in size. His body is slim and smooth, not chunky at all. And his wings are normal length, but oddly wider than they really ought to be. He can cover some ground in a hurry with them, though he is not more agile in the air than other blues.
He does bear a few scars, but most are on the insides of his thighs where no one ever sees them… they were garnered by being raked by a wherry that he had thought he had killed prior to trying to eat it as a weyrling. His only other scar is born across the breadth of his rump, where a rockslide in the mountains had lanced a sharp stone across his rump while he was grabbing up his to rescue him from the slide.
Personality: Kindrith is just as easy going as His is, loving to just sit and listen, or talk to others … he's a playful sort. But, when faced with serious situations – much like his – he can get rather nasty. He has an attitude in hiding, that the few times it has come out of hiding, he has forced some browns to back off of him in fear of having a berserk dragon on their case. He does not, however, actually go berserk – he just pretends really well.
Kindrith really dislikes browns, though a few of the color have managed to wriggle their way past that feeling and become tolerable evils to the blue. He has no issues with any of the other colors, however, and can be quite friendly to any greens he finds himself near. He just can't help himself.
Flitter Bio:
Glacier Brown
Color: Brown
Rascal
Physical Appearance: A stunning dark mahogany hide is the most noticeable thing about this brown. Otherwise, he's quite average, though clearly handsome. Large for a brown, he might pass for a small bronze (bypassing his clearly /brown/ coloration). Strong muscles give him a bulky look, the contours of his body etched to perfection. His wings are neither long nor short, wide nor slender, the membranes darker than his hide, to the point where they could be mistaken for black; in the right light, a reddish gleam can enter them when unfurled. His neck is carried with an undoubtedly proud arch to it. Clearly masculine, his head is blunt, his neck ridges clear, nostrils large and body always carried with an arrogance one might usually attribute to a bronze.
Personality: This brown clearly thinks highly of himself, as is apparent in his carriage. Overprotective of His to the point where he might go as far as to warn off even potential lovers, he seems to rank himself higher than any bronze. Despite his arrogance, he's affectionate to His, as long as His takes care to please him. He clearly expects to be cared for, and is usually quiet, unless he realizes something isn't going his way, whereupon he can most definitely be noisy. Fortunately, though, it takes very little to appease him once he realizes that the attention is, indeed, on him. Salamandyrs, flitters - he has little respect for either of them, though he will ocassionally Chase, usually queens, though greens that catch his interest should be honored to have him Chase as well. Little less than a dragon - and possibly His - can make this flit do something that he doesn't want to, so most of the time he ends up lazily attaching himself to His for lack of anything else to do.
Name: Voyager
Age: Adult
Species: Fire Lizard
Color: Bronze (#CC6700)
Appearance: Painted a rich, glistening shade of bronze almost bordering on copper, this little bronze has a defiant, roguish sort of charm about him. His hide is speckled intermittently with pale, yellowish flecks similar in appearance to freckles on a human, giving him the look of a young creature no matter his age. His pale wings are almost sail-like in proportion to his otherwise average frame, meaning that while he’ll have a stunning amount of endurance when he the wind catches beneath him, he won’t be going anywhere very fast. Truly, he will move with all the speed and grace of a terran zeppelin, meaning that if he ever hopes to catch himself a female, he will have to get very creative.
Personality: This little bronze is most defiantly an adventurer. With a keen mind an a love of exploring, it will not be uncommon for him to spend days at a time out in the jungle, chasing after anything that catches his attention. While he will roam widely, His will never need to worry about him returning to the wild. This is due not only to the strong affection he has for his Bonded, but because there it something that the human world can offer him he would never be able to find on his own -sweets. This little bronze is fiend for sweets, and will forever be begging His to share bits of fruit leather, pastry and other confections with him. Any who aim to make friends with this amiable little chap need only come baring a smile and a sweet bun.
Witches Green
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green (A4FA9B)
Name: Skink
Appearance: Absolutely tiny is this green, and built slender enough that the casual viewer might mistake her for a leaf. She’s that small. Her wings are smaller than average and serve for little more than a decorative purpose on her body, for flying is entirely out of the question for this female. On the flip side, her body is sinuous enough to allow for her to slip into cracks, underneath doors and through the smallest imaginable location with ease. She has a long, spindly tail that sways around behind her animatedly, easily showing off her moods. Typically she keeps it arched up and over her body, like a kind of banner showing off her size and making her appear slightly larger than she actually is. The end of her tail is often twined pleasantly around that of her clutch sister, the Spider Green, usually between the two of them when they’re together. As far as her frill goes, it’s extremely small and virtually nonexistent when not flared, which can make her appear to be little more than a prancing lizard. Since she can’t fly, the amount of grace she offers when walking is alarming. To see her run is to see a green streak and little more; she’s devilishly fast.
In terms of color, she has a very pale green base of her hide that can almost be described as white. Powdery in color, at the very least. Darker shades spread around her eyes and up her forehead, spreading down her back to encompass her entire tail. The same hunter green hue wraps from her feet up to the middle of her legs as though she is wearing socks. When she displays, her frill is colored in the same pale as her body, except for jolts of dark green that spread out over the folds, like bolts of lightning that can give her a serpentine, even cruel look when she’s angry - especially coupled with burning scarlet eyes. She is the perfect mirror image of her twin and frequent companion, the Spider Green.
Personality: A troublemaker - that’s the best description of this salamandyr, and indeed the only one word that fits her. She’s extremely fond of getting into things, sometimes to the point of being maddening. Considering her size and build, she is able to climb into the most awkward places that many salamandyrs (perhaps whites exempted) could never dream of fitting - and probably should never be. Places like underneath doors, or the gap between trunks, cracks in walls - you name it, she gets there, and she’s certainly not afraid of anything. Her body makes her adept at climbing, and getting to-and-from places is surprisingly easy for her -- much to the misfortune of her mindmate, who will probably find this climbing about habit of hers maddening. The fact that she likes to climb into places like, oh, the dish cabinet (and she takes unholy joy in breaking the dishes in the process) will be an extreme amount of difficulty for her bonded. She’s destructive. And she’s clever.
As often as she can be, the Witches Green is in the companionship of her twin sister, the Spider Green… and the two of them are a match straight out of any fire lizard’s nightmare. This female will go out of her way to pin the responsibility for her destruction on fire lizards and, given a choice, she’ll even destroy things specifically to get fire lizards into trouble. If confronted, she’s also not above or unable to completely lie. She’s fast, too, so for a fire lizard to catch her at her antics will be very hard; it will be near impossible to prove she’s done anything wrong. She’s excellent at playing innocent when she wants to, which will be virtually any time she’s caught, and she’s not above playing the victim card if she thinks it will get her anywhere. She is most distinguishable from her sister from her eloquence - she speaks very clearly, and at nearly the same competence level as a bronze salamandyr; it’s very easy to understand everything she says.