Post by lucius on Jun 28, 2009 20:43:15 GMT -5
killed by fellis poisoning, october 3012
Humans:
Name: K'laran, also known as K'lar or Kae
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Weyrsinger
Physical Appearance: Tall and wiry, K'laran often has a goofy smile on his angular face. Sandy blond stubble accents his chin and jaws, for he can't be bothered to keep it shaved clean. His hair, greasy sand-brown waves, falls in his face and around his shoulders. He trims the bangs every now and then, but he cares little, so long as he can see. He's a fan of sleeveless shirts and fitted pants that don't get trapped on things while he explores every nook and cranny of the world. His large brown eyes are always focused on something, but not for very long.
Personality: When you first meet K'laran, he'll talk your ear off. He can't shut up, and he doesn't seem to understand that not everyone is into running around, talking off their lips and screaming at people. His dragon is not much better, and the two of them quickly become a headache. He can't focus on anything for very long and isn't the best person to tell your heart and soul to, as he often interrupts or loses interest.
K'laran can be very passionate about things. He jumps head-first into things and takes them with a fire that makes him to be a desired lover or companion. But after a few weeks, he starts to get bored. And a bored K'laran is an unhappy K'laran.
He can be serious, but only if situations are dire. If K'laran's upset about something, it's very important if it can drag him out of his "chasing butterflies" attitude.
While not good for many things, upper ranks and responsibility included, K'laran's the person you want to seek out if you want a distraction from the existential, depressing spirals of ordinary life. Because on a rainy day, K'laran's always the person who points out the rainbows on the sidewalk. ...Then he's jumping in the puddles.
Don't ask him about anything before Selenitas. Because of all of the bad experiences with himself and Adyneth, he forced himself to forget anything that came before except his very early days, skills he learned, and his name.
Consider it to be shock repression of memories, and a regression into childish manner. The bulk of the memory loss is permanent, but not complete. He remembers faces and phrases on the occasion, but not much else.
History: Kaelaran was the twelfth child out of fifteen born to a couple in a fisherhold near Tillek Hold. His older brothers and sisters got a kick out of making him do ridiculous things, and his friends at the fisherhold could not believe the fact that he would eat worms if you dared him.
Fishing bored the child, and he soon wanted to do something else. The Harper noticed he had some talent for playing instruments and an even better talent for discovering secrets. If Kaelaran could learn the proper discretion, then perhaps he would make a fine Harper. The people of the Hold would be happy to be rid of him, as he'd tried other things to occupy him. One such project was the "Mining", in which he dug up yards and once buried his younger brother. Another was being a "Healer", in which he would hurt a sibling and then try to make it better by rubbing random items--ranging from proper healing salves to herdbeast dung and fish slime--in the wound.
So, off to Harper Hall he went, swearing that he wouldn't pretend to be anything but a Harper.
(memory blank)
Walking the tables--people chanting, cheering. His friend (memory blank) watches in jealousy. There is a Master at the table watching him with slanted eyes, and Kaelaran meets his eyes. He cannot remember what he feels.
(memory blank)
Hatching grounds. The smell of dragons is there, and forward comes little blue Adyneth to eighteen year old Kaelaran--now K'laran. The happiest moment of his life is found in those swirling eyes.
(memory blank)
Dragon fighting dragon--Adyneth screamed as talons hit him, firestone used. Not too much time before a
(memory blank)
A woman whose name K'laran cannot remember; she is crying, tears running down her face. He's holding her, and she says something, but his mind goes away.
(memory blank)
Selenitas... How he got here, he cannot remember. He remembers only bits and pieces, and he has no desire to remember the rest. What he does remember tells him the rest isn't worth it...
(accessing lost memories)
Vari is sixteen and pretty. She's probably the prettiest girl in the Hold. She can't sing at all, but she has a gift for dancing, and little Kae loves his sister.
A man holds Vari's wrists, and she is crying in protest. Kaelaran comes inside from his recent adventure, then freezes, watching as the strange man rubs his face against his sister's neck. In a voice too soft and sad to be his sister's--a note of fear, he thinks--she tells him to leave.
Soon after, Vari has a son. She names him Ollari.
(skip)
Journeyman Harper Kaelaran is walking back from teaching Holder girls. Rumors of Dragon Wars have reached his ears, and at sixteen--the same age Vari was raped--he didn't want to think about them. Master Aral is in the same hall, and he passes Kaelaran, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Journeyman," he says, "but I have something to ask of you later, if you wouldn't mind stopping by my quarters."
Kaelaran agrees, and his dark brown eyes meet Aral's hazel ones. A sinking feeling takes hold in his stomach, as if he can sense ulterior motives. Yet at the same time, he cannot keep his head around Aral, and his normally talkative nature is lost when Aral is around.
Kaelaran meets Aral in the Master's private quarters later, and the tall, thin man greets the Journeyman by locking the door and stroking his cheek. "Do you feel anything?" Aral asks, almost innocently.
"Yes."
"Tell no one what happens here."
Kaelaran doesn't want to do this, not this way, but Aral can pull strings. And in a society where homosexuality is frowned upon, keeping things silent is the best course.
(skip)
A year later, Aral is charged for the rape of apprentices. He loses his Master rank and is forced to leave Harper Hall.
Kaelaran is not surprised.
(skip)
The dragonrider coming to bring Kaelaran to his first assignment is a greenrider, a vicious woman who doesn't want to be there. She eyes them up with the usual Fort suspicion, and an open wound on her dragon suggests that the only reason she's here is because her dragon isn't well enough to fly combat.
"Come on, you miserable Harper wretch," the woman snarls. Kaelaran mounts up beside her. His instruments are already placed on the straps. The woman's eyes unfocus and then the dragon is aloft, tendons snapping in her wings.
They fly straight to Fort Weyr, Kaelaran enjoying the sight of the sky from the ground. The woman says nothing to him, and shifts uncomfortably in his grasp. She would later die in the first Threadfall, saved from becoming one of Benden's dragonless slaves.
(skip)
Harper Kaelaran is late. Even the candidates had made it--this was no good at all. Out onto the sands he runs, Harper Blue boots kicking up dirt and debris. Then, a voice appears in his head.
Hey! You're all Blue, like I am!
Kaelaran freezes in place, turning to see a blue dragonet bounding towards him. He bites his knuckle, hoping that the dragonet is just referring to him in passing, not actually--
"Yeah, Adyneth, I am all blue," he says. "I'm a Harper, that's why."
Woah, cool! Adyneth stops at his feet, circling him with excitement.
No applause, just strange stares. Kaelaran, now K'laran, flushes and takes Adyneth away to feed him. Later, the stress of being both Weyrling and Harper will drag on him, and he just wants it to end.
But the look in blue Adyneth's eyes tells him it will be worth it.
If only the optimism could stay.
(skip)
Thread.
Thread was supposed to be gone.
The Weyrleaders are nervous. Both Thread and fighting Benden prove to be almost too much. Adyneth's blue hide becomes scarred, from dragon fights and threadscores.
He is helped back to the Weyr by a greenrider in his wing. Her name is Cadori, and Adyneth would later catch her Truth.
(skip)
Cadori is pregnant, and the wars with Benden are taking a toll on K'laran and Adyneth. Thread falling helps nothing, and his temper grows short. It has been years, it seemed. The Fort Weyrleaders are dead, and the shift is becoming all too difficult.
Yet a small hope remains, when Cadori discusses names.
"I'm thinking Kaori or Kadori for a boy," Cadori says, sitting near Adyneth's side while he nuzzles a sleeping Truth. "not too sure about girl names."
K'laran shakes his head. "It will be a boy. It has to be."
"Why?" Cadori rests her head on her knees. her hair is like a thousand strands of spun gold. Until his memory loss, K'laran remembers her like this.
"A girl would do nothing," he says. "He will be a boy, and he will Impress Bronze. Then he'll be Weyrleader and turn this mess around." The talk of hope brings a new note to his voice. Yet Cadori sniffs, then begins to cry.
"Don't," she says. "Don't turn my child into a pawn in this game. We're going to Southern after the child is born. He won't be a dragonrider. None of his children will." She stands up and begins to walk away.
K'laran runs after her, grabbing her wrists. "Why?" he says. His crushed hope turns to anger. "Why do you speak like this? We can't just abandon Fort!"
"Elaira did," returns Cadori. Tears are streaming down her face, and she's crying too hard to scream. "Elaira did, and we will, too!"
K'laran laughs, then throws out an arm. "Look what happened to them! We can't go. There's nowhere else and Thread is falling!" His voice is louder than it should be, and the rider in the next Weyr might be able to hear them.
"No," Cadori sobs. "No, we'll be different. We will..."
A few moments of silence, then K'laran hugs her. He realizes that this is her hope, and perhaps her hope might be better for the both of them.
After the fact, he remembers her crying in his arms. Nothing else can be found about her.
(skip)
The child is dead. It was born dead, it seems. K'laran feels guilty; he hit her a few times, and not always on the face. Yet the stress is pushing, and Cadori is enraged when she can walk again. She won't speak to him, and only comes to their weyr to collect their things. Finally, towards the ledge, they begin to speak.
"It's not my fault," K'laran begins.
"It is!" Cadori does not cry, yet the look in her eye is as delirious as any dragonless slave that he had seen in the Lower Caverns. "You--I can't stand you!" She pushes him.
"Speak for yourself, wench," K'laran shouts back, pushing her. A fight ensues.
Stop it, both of you! Adyneth intervenes, but his pushing between them pushes Cadori too far. She stumbles. K'laran jumps forward, trying to grab her, but she slips from his grasp and plummets to the ground below.
Truth screams and charges at Adyneth, taking an eye before going between.
The shock of the injury and the accidental murder of his Weyrmate is enough to cause him to begin the process of memory loss. Adyneth's screams were enough to draw attention. With the back of his mind, K'laran could remember the one time he received the mental image of Selenitas. He had to get out of the area before the other riders appeared. Violence towards other riders is prohibited in Fort...
(skip)
The jump between caused further injury to Adyneth's eye, and the last of that caused the memory to be lost forever. The dragon's brain fried and the rider became the embodiment of a child.
His Harper skills are notable, and he seems to know how to fly, but he knows nothing of the dragon wars, and was surprised when Benden attacked Selenitas. The news of Thread also surprised him.
Memory loss is figured to be permanent, as he might have started remembering by now if it had not.
Dragons
Name: Adyneth
Color: Blue
Age: 14
Physical Appearance: Dark blue, Adyneth is not much bigger than a green. He's known for his small size and easy maneuverability.
Adyneth showed up with his wings, tail, and legs horribly scarred. He's missing a few toes and an eye, yet he refuses to say where he acquired the injuries.
Personality: Adyneth has lost the ability to properly mind-speak. The memory damage that his rider forced upon himself caused the dragon's mind to fry, and he was resorted to speaking in short, childish phrases. He is under the delusion that he is much younger than he actually is, and he will often claim to be just barely matured.
Occasionally, he will have a lucid moment, where he can talk like a normal dragon and not bounce around so much. He's often nervous and shifty during these lucid moments, and questioning him too much causes him to return to the regressed state.
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Humans:
Name: K'laran, also known as K'lar or Kae
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Weyrsinger
Physical Appearance: Tall and wiry, K'laran often has a goofy smile on his angular face. Sandy blond stubble accents his chin and jaws, for he can't be bothered to keep it shaved clean. His hair, greasy sand-brown waves, falls in his face and around his shoulders. He trims the bangs every now and then, but he cares little, so long as he can see. He's a fan of sleeveless shirts and fitted pants that don't get trapped on things while he explores every nook and cranny of the world. His large brown eyes are always focused on something, but not for very long.
Personality: When you first meet K'laran, he'll talk your ear off. He can't shut up, and he doesn't seem to understand that not everyone is into running around, talking off their lips and screaming at people. His dragon is not much better, and the two of them quickly become a headache. He can't focus on anything for very long and isn't the best person to tell your heart and soul to, as he often interrupts or loses interest.
K'laran can be very passionate about things. He jumps head-first into things and takes them with a fire that makes him to be a desired lover or companion. But after a few weeks, he starts to get bored. And a bored K'laran is an unhappy K'laran.
He can be serious, but only if situations are dire. If K'laran's upset about something, it's very important if it can drag him out of his "chasing butterflies" attitude.
While not good for many things, upper ranks and responsibility included, K'laran's the person you want to seek out if you want a distraction from the existential, depressing spirals of ordinary life. Because on a rainy day, K'laran's always the person who points out the rainbows on the sidewalk. ...Then he's jumping in the puddles.
Don't ask him about anything before Selenitas. Because of all of the bad experiences with himself and Adyneth, he forced himself to forget anything that came before except his very early days, skills he learned, and his name.
Consider it to be shock repression of memories, and a regression into childish manner. The bulk of the memory loss is permanent, but not complete. He remembers faces and phrases on the occasion, but not much else.
History: Kaelaran was the twelfth child out of fifteen born to a couple in a fisherhold near Tillek Hold. His older brothers and sisters got a kick out of making him do ridiculous things, and his friends at the fisherhold could not believe the fact that he would eat worms if you dared him.
Fishing bored the child, and he soon wanted to do something else. The Harper noticed he had some talent for playing instruments and an even better talent for discovering secrets. If Kaelaran could learn the proper discretion, then perhaps he would make a fine Harper. The people of the Hold would be happy to be rid of him, as he'd tried other things to occupy him. One such project was the "Mining", in which he dug up yards and once buried his younger brother. Another was being a "Healer", in which he would hurt a sibling and then try to make it better by rubbing random items--ranging from proper healing salves to herdbeast dung and fish slime--in the wound.
So, off to Harper Hall he went, swearing that he wouldn't pretend to be anything but a Harper.
(memory blank)
Walking the tables--people chanting, cheering. His friend (memory blank) watches in jealousy. There is a Master at the table watching him with slanted eyes, and Kaelaran meets his eyes. He cannot remember what he feels.
(memory blank)
Hatching grounds. The smell of dragons is there, and forward comes little blue Adyneth to eighteen year old Kaelaran--now K'laran. The happiest moment of his life is found in those swirling eyes.
(memory blank)
Dragon fighting dragon--Adyneth screamed as talons hit him, firestone used. Not too much time before a
(memory blank)
A woman whose name K'laran cannot remember; she is crying, tears running down her face. He's holding her, and she says something, but his mind goes away.
(memory blank)
Selenitas... How he got here, he cannot remember. He remembers only bits and pieces, and he has no desire to remember the rest. What he does remember tells him the rest isn't worth it...
(accessing lost memories)
Vari is sixteen and pretty. She's probably the prettiest girl in the Hold. She can't sing at all, but she has a gift for dancing, and little Kae loves his sister.
A man holds Vari's wrists, and she is crying in protest. Kaelaran comes inside from his recent adventure, then freezes, watching as the strange man rubs his face against his sister's neck. In a voice too soft and sad to be his sister's--a note of fear, he thinks--she tells him to leave.
Soon after, Vari has a son. She names him Ollari.
(skip)
Journeyman Harper Kaelaran is walking back from teaching Holder girls. Rumors of Dragon Wars have reached his ears, and at sixteen--the same age Vari was raped--he didn't want to think about them. Master Aral is in the same hall, and he passes Kaelaran, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Journeyman," he says, "but I have something to ask of you later, if you wouldn't mind stopping by my quarters."
Kaelaran agrees, and his dark brown eyes meet Aral's hazel ones. A sinking feeling takes hold in his stomach, as if he can sense ulterior motives. Yet at the same time, he cannot keep his head around Aral, and his normally talkative nature is lost when Aral is around.
Kaelaran meets Aral in the Master's private quarters later, and the tall, thin man greets the Journeyman by locking the door and stroking his cheek. "Do you feel anything?" Aral asks, almost innocently.
"Yes."
"Tell no one what happens here."
Kaelaran doesn't want to do this, not this way, but Aral can pull strings. And in a society where homosexuality is frowned upon, keeping things silent is the best course.
(skip)
A year later, Aral is charged for the rape of apprentices. He loses his Master rank and is forced to leave Harper Hall.
Kaelaran is not surprised.
(skip)
The dragonrider coming to bring Kaelaran to his first assignment is a greenrider, a vicious woman who doesn't want to be there. She eyes them up with the usual Fort suspicion, and an open wound on her dragon suggests that the only reason she's here is because her dragon isn't well enough to fly combat.
"Come on, you miserable Harper wretch," the woman snarls. Kaelaran mounts up beside her. His instruments are already placed on the straps. The woman's eyes unfocus and then the dragon is aloft, tendons snapping in her wings.
They fly straight to Fort Weyr, Kaelaran enjoying the sight of the sky from the ground. The woman says nothing to him, and shifts uncomfortably in his grasp. She would later die in the first Threadfall, saved from becoming one of Benden's dragonless slaves.
(skip)
Harper Kaelaran is late. Even the candidates had made it--this was no good at all. Out onto the sands he runs, Harper Blue boots kicking up dirt and debris. Then, a voice appears in his head.
Hey! You're all Blue, like I am!
Kaelaran freezes in place, turning to see a blue dragonet bounding towards him. He bites his knuckle, hoping that the dragonet is just referring to him in passing, not actually--
"Yeah, Adyneth, I am all blue," he says. "I'm a Harper, that's why."
Woah, cool! Adyneth stops at his feet, circling him with excitement.
No applause, just strange stares. Kaelaran, now K'laran, flushes and takes Adyneth away to feed him. Later, the stress of being both Weyrling and Harper will drag on him, and he just wants it to end.
But the look in blue Adyneth's eyes tells him it will be worth it.
If only the optimism could stay.
(skip)
Thread.
Thread was supposed to be gone.
The Weyrleaders are nervous. Both Thread and fighting Benden prove to be almost too much. Adyneth's blue hide becomes scarred, from dragon fights and threadscores.
He is helped back to the Weyr by a greenrider in his wing. Her name is Cadori, and Adyneth would later catch her Truth.
(skip)
Cadori is pregnant, and the wars with Benden are taking a toll on K'laran and Adyneth. Thread falling helps nothing, and his temper grows short. It has been years, it seemed. The Fort Weyrleaders are dead, and the shift is becoming all too difficult.
Yet a small hope remains, when Cadori discusses names.
"I'm thinking Kaori or Kadori for a boy," Cadori says, sitting near Adyneth's side while he nuzzles a sleeping Truth. "not too sure about girl names."
K'laran shakes his head. "It will be a boy. It has to be."
"Why?" Cadori rests her head on her knees. her hair is like a thousand strands of spun gold. Until his memory loss, K'laran remembers her like this.
"A girl would do nothing," he says. "He will be a boy, and he will Impress Bronze. Then he'll be Weyrleader and turn this mess around." The talk of hope brings a new note to his voice. Yet Cadori sniffs, then begins to cry.
"Don't," she says. "Don't turn my child into a pawn in this game. We're going to Southern after the child is born. He won't be a dragonrider. None of his children will." She stands up and begins to walk away.
K'laran runs after her, grabbing her wrists. "Why?" he says. His crushed hope turns to anger. "Why do you speak like this? We can't just abandon Fort!"
"Elaira did," returns Cadori. Tears are streaming down her face, and she's crying too hard to scream. "Elaira did, and we will, too!"
K'laran laughs, then throws out an arm. "Look what happened to them! We can't go. There's nowhere else and Thread is falling!" His voice is louder than it should be, and the rider in the next Weyr might be able to hear them.
"No," Cadori sobs. "No, we'll be different. We will..."
A few moments of silence, then K'laran hugs her. He realizes that this is her hope, and perhaps her hope might be better for the both of them.
After the fact, he remembers her crying in his arms. Nothing else can be found about her.
(skip)
The child is dead. It was born dead, it seems. K'laran feels guilty; he hit her a few times, and not always on the face. Yet the stress is pushing, and Cadori is enraged when she can walk again. She won't speak to him, and only comes to their weyr to collect their things. Finally, towards the ledge, they begin to speak.
"It's not my fault," K'laran begins.
"It is!" Cadori does not cry, yet the look in her eye is as delirious as any dragonless slave that he had seen in the Lower Caverns. "You--I can't stand you!" She pushes him.
"Speak for yourself, wench," K'laran shouts back, pushing her. A fight ensues.
Stop it, both of you! Adyneth intervenes, but his pushing between them pushes Cadori too far. She stumbles. K'laran jumps forward, trying to grab her, but she slips from his grasp and plummets to the ground below.
Truth screams and charges at Adyneth, taking an eye before going between.
The shock of the injury and the accidental murder of his Weyrmate is enough to cause him to begin the process of memory loss. Adyneth's screams were enough to draw attention. With the back of his mind, K'laran could remember the one time he received the mental image of Selenitas. He had to get out of the area before the other riders appeared. Violence towards other riders is prohibited in Fort...
(skip)
The jump between caused further injury to Adyneth's eye, and the last of that caused the memory to be lost forever. The dragon's brain fried and the rider became the embodiment of a child.
His Harper skills are notable, and he seems to know how to fly, but he knows nothing of the dragon wars, and was surprised when Benden attacked Selenitas. The news of Thread also surprised him.
Memory loss is figured to be permanent, as he might have started remembering by now if it had not.
Dragons
Name: Adyneth
Color: Blue
Age: 14
Physical Appearance: Dark blue, Adyneth is not much bigger than a green. He's known for his small size and easy maneuverability.
Adyneth showed up with his wings, tail, and legs horribly scarred. He's missing a few toes and an eye, yet he refuses to say where he acquired the injuries.
Personality: Adyneth has lost the ability to properly mind-speak. The memory damage that his rider forced upon himself caused the dragon's mind to fry, and he was resorted to speaking in short, childish phrases. He is under the delusion that he is much younger than he actually is, and he will often claim to be just barely matured.
Occasionally, he will have a lucid moment, where he can talk like a normal dragon and not bounce around so much. He's often nervous and shifty during these lucid moments, and questioning him too much causes him to return to the regressed state.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.