Post by lokath on Jul 30, 2009 9:21:10 GMT -5
killed by fellis poisoning, october 3012
Name: R'el (Formerly Raiel)
Age: 24 (September)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Wingrider
Physical Appearance: R'el has, to say the least, an impressive body. He stands at 6'1" with wide shoulders, feet usually set apart in a wide stance. He is quite well muscled, toned rather than buff, and he can easily lift a full sack of firestone, with most people around him quite enjoying the sight. He often goes about shirtless, though in colder weather he will wear a sleeveless shirt, or one with long sleeves in a more formal occasion. His riding gear is old and battered, obviously very used.
His short-cut, dark brown hair is straight, with a slight wave that is nearly unnoticable. However, he usually keeps it messy, preferring not to bother with combing or brushing it. His eyes are a light, icy blue that goes well with his rather pale skin, contrasting with his darker hair. He very rarely smiles, although when he does, it never seems forced, coming naturally no matter how fake it may be. Usually these are reserved for rewards for high service from his posse.
Personality: The first, and arguably most important facet of R'el's personality is his natural ability at leadership. The man seems to have a complete and untrained understanding of how to command. Unfortunately, this ability is overshadowed by the two most notable aspects of his personality, his arrogance and ambition. This would not be so bad, if only tempered by a sense of moral, of what is right and wrong, but R'el, raised in Benden, seems to lack such a sense. What is right is that which will give him more power, more strength, and what is wrong is that which would seek to draw it away from him.
R'el seems to hold nothing dear other than his dragon Kreyanth. While he may seem to have quite a posse of friends (mostly greens and blues, with the occasional brown), he does not even regard such as friends, merely tools to be used. Of course, those below him do not know this, as such, and have a tendency to believe that they are valued members of a team. R'el knows the truth, however, and is not above recklessly throwing away the lives of those below him to boost his own superiority. This is never an accident, never a mistake to the remainder of his posse, simply an honorable death, in the line of duty.
He also tends to avoid physical contact, tensing up at a touch, or an accidental brush. He can be comfortable with contact from people he has known and trusted for a long time, mostly members of his posse, or with a woman if he is in the mood. But don't sneak up behind him an dpat him on the back, his dislikes for contact and surprises mix, often with explosive results.
Despite an inherent skill with battle strategies, and his particularly manipulative brand of leadership, R'el is neither particularly intelligent or charismatic. What smarts he does have are very straightforward. Riddles and puzzles easily confuse him, which combines with a stubborn streak to lead to frustration. It is best to keep any metalwork puzzles away from him if you want them kept whole. In conversation, he also tends to be quite dull, not because he drones on, but simply because he gives short, terse answers. He can be more polite if it furthers his agenda, but speaking in complex sentences is not his forte, and he prefers to keep to short words.
History: Born at Benden Weyr, the result of a greenflight, Raiel never knew exactly who his parents were, instead being raised with the other weyrbrats en masse, in a society that was gearing up for total war. For the first few turns of his life, Raiel was an unremarkable baby, first an infant, then a toddler. He did, in fact, develop slowly, and did not truly come into his strengths until the age of eight, when war broke out between Fort Weyr and Benden.
As a child of eight, still too young to truly lead the pack of Weyrbrats, but old and smart enough to control those younger than him, Raiel began to form what would become the core of his posse at Benden. A small, quiet boy named Gere was the only person he truly called friend, as well as his advisor, and second in command of sorts. By the time the pair were twelve, the weyrbrats were nearly entirely lined up under them... and of course they were immediately Searched.
Raiel stood, and remained standing, for nearly five turns, when at the age of seventeen, he and Gere both impressed at nearly the same time, R'el to a regal bronze, G're to a small and insignificant blue. Their Weyrling training passed uneventfully, with most of the class eventually following R'el, save for a single brown who stood apart. Soon after the class graduation, Thread fell, the first Fall since time unknown.
The losses were devastating, including the blue of one (now ex)rider G're. R'el abandoned his once friend, now dragonless slave to the cruelties of Benden Weyr, seeking instead to further his reputation as a leader. An odd turn prevented him from fighting in the Dragon Wars; Kreyanth refused to do harm to another draconic, even a flitter. This frustrated R'el to no end, but the dragon could not be swayed. They fought solely Thread. Despite the limitations of their position, R'el's reputation grew. Wingsecond in a
Threadfall wing before he was nineteen, and Wingleader at twenty-one.
Of course, this drew the wrong sort of attention. Luckily for R'el, C'leon was more focused on fighting the war; a dragon who refused to battle was of little importance to him. The rider was perhaps a possible danger, but the man, in C'leon's eyes, would not go far, saddled with such a poor excuse for a bronze.
Following the Siege of Selenitas, R'el was forced to flee Benden, as he was listed to be killed. Seeking refuge at Selenitas, the rider and his dragon have been laying low the past few months, and watching the order, the connectivity of the weyr, seeking a place to inset themselves and begin gaining power.
Name: Kreyanth
Color: Bronze (8C7853)
Age: 7
Physical Appearance: Krayanth, length-wise, is a medium-large dragon. Build wise, he is very heavily set and muscled. He easily out-wights nearly any other bronze, and will likely weigh more than a (very) slim queen. Accordingly, his wingspan is larger than average, but not extremely large, and his flight-speed is a little lumbering due to this. However, he is very strong and has superb endurance, truly unmatchable.
His hide is a dark bronze, nearly uniform over his body, save for the light-golden markings on his face. These symmetrical markings swirl and slice across this eyes and nostrils, and seem vaguely unnatural, giving the appearance of war paint, or a tattoo. His wings are also covered with delicate traceries of the same golden color, in a much more quiet, naturally random appearance.
Personality: Kreyanth is rather subdued for a bronze. At least... in public. While he is, quite easily, more arrogant than the average bronze, he prefers keeping his nearly narcissistic opinion of himself personal. While he does, in fact, believe that his own odd combination of strength and endurance is a form of utter perfection for a bronze, he knows that it is wise to keep such thoughts to ones self, as flaunting tends to drive others away, and his rider would never accept that.
He will share most of his opinions if asked, but those most different from the norm he will never admit to. For example, he despises male greenriders, and the dragons who chose them. He considers them a fluke, and insists, to R'el at least, that they never should have happened. In public, he is polite and sociable with the greenpairs, but he will absolutely never have more than a cursory acquaintance with one.
Kreyanth also has a tendency to get frustrated very, very easily. He has a short fuse, and may blow his top over the smallest of issues. Luckily, his restraint seems to extend to this aspect as well. Though when he does pop, all bets are off, he's likely to go around berating greenpairs and insulting golds.
His most unique fluke is that he refuses to harm another dragon (even a male greenpair). Humans, save those bonded to a dragon, and beasts he will slay without comment if asked to, but anything draconic, even a flitter, he will never touch, save in solely defensive situations. Overall, Kreyanth is simply a bronze. If left to his own devices, he would likely be very offensive, but he restrains himself for R'el's sake, and his own. What Queen would ever let a rude bronze Catch them? Of course, he can be as rude as he wants to R'el...
Name: R'el (Formerly Raiel)
Age: 24 (September)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Wingrider
Physical Appearance: R'el has, to say the least, an impressive body. He stands at 6'1" with wide shoulders, feet usually set apart in a wide stance. He is quite well muscled, toned rather than buff, and he can easily lift a full sack of firestone, with most people around him quite enjoying the sight. He often goes about shirtless, though in colder weather he will wear a sleeveless shirt, or one with long sleeves in a more formal occasion. His riding gear is old and battered, obviously very used.
His short-cut, dark brown hair is straight, with a slight wave that is nearly unnoticable. However, he usually keeps it messy, preferring not to bother with combing or brushing it. His eyes are a light, icy blue that goes well with his rather pale skin, contrasting with his darker hair. He very rarely smiles, although when he does, it never seems forced, coming naturally no matter how fake it may be. Usually these are reserved for rewards for high service from his posse.
Personality: The first, and arguably most important facet of R'el's personality is his natural ability at leadership. The man seems to have a complete and untrained understanding of how to command. Unfortunately, this ability is overshadowed by the two most notable aspects of his personality, his arrogance and ambition. This would not be so bad, if only tempered by a sense of moral, of what is right and wrong, but R'el, raised in Benden, seems to lack such a sense. What is right is that which will give him more power, more strength, and what is wrong is that which would seek to draw it away from him.
R'el seems to hold nothing dear other than his dragon Kreyanth. While he may seem to have quite a posse of friends (mostly greens and blues, with the occasional brown), he does not even regard such as friends, merely tools to be used. Of course, those below him do not know this, as such, and have a tendency to believe that they are valued members of a team. R'el knows the truth, however, and is not above recklessly throwing away the lives of those below him to boost his own superiority. This is never an accident, never a mistake to the remainder of his posse, simply an honorable death, in the line of duty.
He also tends to avoid physical contact, tensing up at a touch, or an accidental brush. He can be comfortable with contact from people he has known and trusted for a long time, mostly members of his posse, or with a woman if he is in the mood. But don't sneak up behind him an dpat him on the back, his dislikes for contact and surprises mix, often with explosive results.
Despite an inherent skill with battle strategies, and his particularly manipulative brand of leadership, R'el is neither particularly intelligent or charismatic. What smarts he does have are very straightforward. Riddles and puzzles easily confuse him, which combines with a stubborn streak to lead to frustration. It is best to keep any metalwork puzzles away from him if you want them kept whole. In conversation, he also tends to be quite dull, not because he drones on, but simply because he gives short, terse answers. He can be more polite if it furthers his agenda, but speaking in complex sentences is not his forte, and he prefers to keep to short words.
History: Born at Benden Weyr, the result of a greenflight, Raiel never knew exactly who his parents were, instead being raised with the other weyrbrats en masse, in a society that was gearing up for total war. For the first few turns of his life, Raiel was an unremarkable baby, first an infant, then a toddler. He did, in fact, develop slowly, and did not truly come into his strengths until the age of eight, when war broke out between Fort Weyr and Benden.
As a child of eight, still too young to truly lead the pack of Weyrbrats, but old and smart enough to control those younger than him, Raiel began to form what would become the core of his posse at Benden. A small, quiet boy named Gere was the only person he truly called friend, as well as his advisor, and second in command of sorts. By the time the pair were twelve, the weyrbrats were nearly entirely lined up under them... and of course they were immediately Searched.
Raiel stood, and remained standing, for nearly five turns, when at the age of seventeen, he and Gere both impressed at nearly the same time, R'el to a regal bronze, G're to a small and insignificant blue. Their Weyrling training passed uneventfully, with most of the class eventually following R'el, save for a single brown who stood apart. Soon after the class graduation, Thread fell, the first Fall since time unknown.
The losses were devastating, including the blue of one (now ex)rider G're. R'el abandoned his once friend, now dragonless slave to the cruelties of Benden Weyr, seeking instead to further his reputation as a leader. An odd turn prevented him from fighting in the Dragon Wars; Kreyanth refused to do harm to another draconic, even a flitter. This frustrated R'el to no end, but the dragon could not be swayed. They fought solely Thread. Despite the limitations of their position, R'el's reputation grew. Wingsecond in a
Threadfall wing before he was nineteen, and Wingleader at twenty-one.
Of course, this drew the wrong sort of attention. Luckily for R'el, C'leon was more focused on fighting the war; a dragon who refused to battle was of little importance to him. The rider was perhaps a possible danger, but the man, in C'leon's eyes, would not go far, saddled with such a poor excuse for a bronze.
Following the Siege of Selenitas, R'el was forced to flee Benden, as he was listed to be killed. Seeking refuge at Selenitas, the rider and his dragon have been laying low the past few months, and watching the order, the connectivity of the weyr, seeking a place to inset themselves and begin gaining power.
Name: Kreyanth
Color: Bronze (8C7853)
Age: 7
Physical Appearance: Krayanth, length-wise, is a medium-large dragon. Build wise, he is very heavily set and muscled. He easily out-wights nearly any other bronze, and will likely weigh more than a (very) slim queen. Accordingly, his wingspan is larger than average, but not extremely large, and his flight-speed is a little lumbering due to this. However, he is very strong and has superb endurance, truly unmatchable.
His hide is a dark bronze, nearly uniform over his body, save for the light-golden markings on his face. These symmetrical markings swirl and slice across this eyes and nostrils, and seem vaguely unnatural, giving the appearance of war paint, or a tattoo. His wings are also covered with delicate traceries of the same golden color, in a much more quiet, naturally random appearance.
Personality: Kreyanth is rather subdued for a bronze. At least... in public. While he is, quite easily, more arrogant than the average bronze, he prefers keeping his nearly narcissistic opinion of himself personal. While he does, in fact, believe that his own odd combination of strength and endurance is a form of utter perfection for a bronze, he knows that it is wise to keep such thoughts to ones self, as flaunting tends to drive others away, and his rider would never accept that.
He will share most of his opinions if asked, but those most different from the norm he will never admit to. For example, he despises male greenriders, and the dragons who chose them. He considers them a fluke, and insists, to R'el at least, that they never should have happened. In public, he is polite and sociable with the greenpairs, but he will absolutely never have more than a cursory acquaintance with one.
Kreyanth also has a tendency to get frustrated very, very easily. He has a short fuse, and may blow his top over the smallest of issues. Luckily, his restraint seems to extend to this aspect as well. Though when he does pop, all bets are off, he's likely to go around berating greenpairs and insulting golds.
His most unique fluke is that he refuses to harm another dragon (even a male greenpair). Humans, save those bonded to a dragon, and beasts he will slay without comment if asked to, but anything draconic, even a flitter, he will never touch, save in solely defensive situations. Overall, Kreyanth is simply a bronze. If left to his own devices, he would likely be very offensive, but he restrains himself for R'el's sake, and his own. What Queen would ever let a rude bronze Catch them? Of course, he can be as rude as he wants to R'el...