Post by Rei on Nov 6, 2009 15:55:27 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: T'ris (previously Tynaris)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Birthday: Feb 20th
Physical Appearance:
Tynaris stands at about 6’ 3” definitely on the taller side he is muscular but not very bulky as most of his muscle was gained by swimming and fishing. The young teen has sandy brown hair that sports lots of blonde highlights and falls to barely touch his shoulders. His hair isn’t board straight but rather holds a bit of wave to it. His eyes are a deep sea blue and close set. His nose is prominent but not unattractively so. His face is a soft oval shape and his skin a sun kissed brown caused by the large amount of time he spends in the sunlight. All over he paints a very attractive picture.
One thing most people will probably notice about Tynaris is more than often he is lacking a shirt. If he had his way he would probably never wear one. Unfortunately there are times when shirts are necessary. In those times he tends to wear a loose fitting shirt of a neutral color his preferred ones being grey or brown. He always wears loose fitting pants or cut off shorts. As far as accessories go the only thing he wears is a small blue shell strung around his neck with a small thin strip of leather. No one knows where he got the shell but he is weirdly protective of it.
Personality:
Tynaris is the type of person who is ruled by a deep seated belief in justice. Things are very black and white for him. There is literally almost no room for grey. Not a man to be ruled by his emotions logic is the only thing he allows to sway him. Perhaps this was because of the no nonsense way he has grown up. Trynaris likes people. He just doesn’t have an easy time making friends and so tends to spend the majority of his time alone. Its not that he tries to be rude or mean. He just unintentionally comes off that way most of the time.
Once Tynaris sets his sight on something he will absolutely refuse to let it slip from his grasp. A natural born leader others tend to follow him if only because he speaks sense. He doesn’t see the point in sugar coating anything. Things are what they are and no amount of blubbering can change it. Only hard work, blood, and sweat can turn things around if one desires it. Very much a realist he doesn’t suffer from delusions of a perfect world. The world will never be perfect, all anyone can hope or work for is a bit of peace for themselves and their loved ones.
Tynaris is also very anal about this possessions. Whether it is this clothes, his buddies, or his pets he doesn’t like anyone messing with them unless he has given express permission. Even then watch what you do with them because any mishandling will have a very irate Tyranis breathing down your neck. While normally not quick to anger there are a few key things that will set him off and one is violence or mishandling of those things he views as belonging to him. Not one to express his violence in words you’ll probably be more likely to be glared at and threatened with body language. If that fails to get a result the fists come in.
Tynaris loves the release physical activity gives him and his favorite activity is swimming. He spends nearly all his free time in or around the ocean or river. When not swimming you can often find him in the record room pouring over the scrolls that he believes contain useful information, or partaking in his only hobby, shell collecting. For some reason the teen is quite fond of shells and often uses them to make decorations and improve the appearance of the furniture in his current living space.
History:
Tynaris was born to Tyvarn the Masterfisher of Southern hold. His mother Bernis died giving birth to him. Tynaris, along with his four older brothers grew up on the fishing boats of the hold. Not one to ever shirk his work Tynaris had a busy childhood if not a good one. With his older brothers and his father to look after and teach him he learned quickly and by age 10 he was an apprentice in his father’s craft. Days consisted of helping to bring in the days catch, repairing boats, gutting and cleaning fish, salting them and preparing them for sale and delivery. Life was predictable but pleasant. Until something happened that changed all that.
When Tynaris was 14 his family took a long fishing expedition along the coast. Days into it they where caught up in a terrible storm. Despite there best efforts the boat struck a submerged reef and in the heart of the storm the boat began to sink. All seemed lost. Tynaris remembered being swept from the boat. He survived until morning by clinging onto submerged wreckage. In the morning light he called for his family but it was all in vain. The youth was convinced that he would die there but about the time he had given up a flash of bronze caught his vision. Upon his makeshift raft sat a bronze firelizard, staring at him curiously. Desperate Tynaris called out to it. With a chirp it disappeared. Not even a minute later he heard a bugle. Looking towards the sky he caught a sight of a blue dragon. The young boys heart seized. His father had never been fond of the dragon riders of their weyr.
Nevertheless it was a dragon who rescued him that day. He was one of the only survivors the only other being his oldest brother Bervarn and one of the crewmates a man by the name of Ulinard. They arrived back at the Hold shaken and depressed. Tynaris could not help but feel a sense of gratefulness to the dragon who rescued him that day. Only after the dragon and rider had left had he realized he had not even gotten the name of his rescuers. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. To make ends meet Bervarn and Tynaris where forced to work as sailors for hire. Life was not as pleasurable or happy as it had once been. Two turns passed in this way.
Then his older brother fell in love. The woman who caught his eye was the daughter of a fisherman who often used to work alongside their father. He took the boys in and even gave Bervarn his own boat. Soon a weeding was arranged between the two. Tynaris should have been happy for his brother but he wasn’t. All he could think about was how the last member of his family was going to be taken from him as well. It was about that time that a dragon arrived at Southern for search. The Hold wasn’t exactly ecstatic about this and the search rider was given minimal time at best. Still it was enough that Tynaris was picked from the small crowd of onlookers. At first the teen wasn’t sure what to do. However there really was nothing left for him at Southern. After a few moments of consideration Tynaris accepted. Saying goodbye to his brother was painful but necessary. With a heavy heart he left Southern for Selenitas. Maybe it was a decision he would regret. After all he knew next to nothing about weyrlife or dragons. Only time would tell.
Name: Pravinth (from “Pravin” meaning “skilled”)
Age: newly hatched
Color Code: 1802E5
Impresses to: Tynaris/T’ris
Appearance: On first glance, nothing seems to mark Pravinth as anything out of the ordinary. He is just on the larger side of average for a blue, and his frame is neither too bulky nor too lean, instead just a careful blend of light bone and muscle to make him look stronger than the dainty greens. His ridges are slightly more pronounced than one would expect to find on a blue, and his jaw might be a bit stouter than the average blue on closer inspection. These details are miniscule, though, and most people would not give them any more than a passing glance. As far as shape and frame, nothing sets Pravinth apart from the ordinary.
Pravinth’s ability to blend in with the rest is extended to his coloration, a mellow blue just a few shades off royal. It is a calming sort of color, not so pale nor so bright as to catch one’s eye, though it certainly has no lack of vibrancy. Pravinth’s mood and health will be easy to spot, for his hide will lose much of its luster with an ill state of body and mind. The color varies little across his hide, though the attachment points for his wings are surrounded by a slightly darker shade, and his muzzle sports an irregular splotch of the same hue. His facial marking spans both nostrils and most of his nose tip with uneven edges that look like a child scribbled them on. Really, though, these markings are inconsequential and do little to attract the eye, only enough to focus the attention of those who step close enough to get a good look.
Though he’s certainly not ugly, Pravinth will never be the handsomest or prettiest of the blues. His flying prowess will be entirely dependent on how much effort he puts into it, as he is not built for any special aerial skills. He is, however, quite the force to be reckoned with on the ground. Like many of his clutchmates, he can make full use of his four limbs on the ground, and he is unbelievably] fast, able to scurry-hop around at a pace that will make most others very envious. Even greater is the fact that he can manage this feat without tripping, for the most part. Sure, he can stumble over things that are on the ground that he doesn’t see in time… or his own feet, if he gets excited enough. For the most part, though, he is a very coordinated little dragon on the ground. Hopefully, none of the whers get the wrong idea…
Personality: What Pravinth lacks in impressive appearance is more than compensated for in a personality that belongs in a dragon five times his size. His energy and zeal for life know no bounds, and he is nearly impossible to keep still on the best of days. He truthfully can’t help it. The world is large and big and full of adventure, and he just wants to explore it all. Think of the most inconvenient and awful and strange places to stick one’s nose or tongue, and Pravinth will dutifully investigate them in their turn. He simply can’t contain his curiosity, and he just adores meeting new people and dragons and visiting new places. Life is one giant adventure to him, and he won’t rest until all of the mysteries are laid to rest. Along with his boundless enthusiasm is an optimistic and generous spirit that can’t seem to be brought down by anything. With all the resilience of a child, he will bounce back from any injury, scolding, or setback with the same innocent enthusiasm.
Though no more stupid than the average dragon, Pravinth, like the child he really is at heart, lacks the ability to be truly sneaky. Oh, he will plan and try things, though the success of them will be variable depending on the complexity of the plan. He can move quickly and quietly when he wants to, but he seems to forget little details like the fact that dragons don’t do very well sneaking through tunnels in a cliff. Did his backside just get caught in the door? Whoops. That was so not what he had in mind. He usually prefers to just openly investigate, sticking his little nose into trunks, under beds, and into everything he can find that His doesn’t pull him away from. His is in for a wild sort of ride. Pravinth has a horrible fixation on human clothes, finding them to be amongst the most utterly fascinating thing on Pern. He will usually attempt to steal His’ clothes and wear them out and about, disregarding the fact that undergarments just do not belong on one’s head. Pravinth feels there should be no shame in this, though he would feel ashamed to do more than borrow the clothes of anyone besides His. He’ll just borrow and give it back in a few minutes, once he’s tried it in! Never mind that it has dragon drool; that’s inconsequential.
His will probably be shocked at how much Pravinth adores him, for it may not be evident at first. Pravinth finds His to be the ultimate adventure partner, and he will beg and plead with His to join him on his investigations. It is all done for the good of His, for Pravinth feels that one most go everywhere and see everything… and meet everyone! He is certainly not above stealing His’ clothes when certain other handsome young boy and girls walk by. See? Isn’t His such a nicely-shaped human being? Really, who wouldn’t want him for a mate? It is all done out of love, for love is something that Pravinth has in spades. He loves every creature of all shapes and sizes, and it will be quite the chore to encourage him to hunt and kill his own food. Once it is dead, he is happy to eat what’s put before him. Killing the poor creature, though… don’t you know it has feelings?!
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Name: T'ris (previously Tynaris)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Birthday: Feb 20th
Physical Appearance:
Tynaris stands at about 6’ 3” definitely on the taller side he is muscular but not very bulky as most of his muscle was gained by swimming and fishing. The young teen has sandy brown hair that sports lots of blonde highlights and falls to barely touch his shoulders. His hair isn’t board straight but rather holds a bit of wave to it. His eyes are a deep sea blue and close set. His nose is prominent but not unattractively so. His face is a soft oval shape and his skin a sun kissed brown caused by the large amount of time he spends in the sunlight. All over he paints a very attractive picture.
One thing most people will probably notice about Tynaris is more than often he is lacking a shirt. If he had his way he would probably never wear one. Unfortunately there are times when shirts are necessary. In those times he tends to wear a loose fitting shirt of a neutral color his preferred ones being grey or brown. He always wears loose fitting pants or cut off shorts. As far as accessories go the only thing he wears is a small blue shell strung around his neck with a small thin strip of leather. No one knows where he got the shell but he is weirdly protective of it.
Personality:
Tynaris is the type of person who is ruled by a deep seated belief in justice. Things are very black and white for him. There is literally almost no room for grey. Not a man to be ruled by his emotions logic is the only thing he allows to sway him. Perhaps this was because of the no nonsense way he has grown up. Trynaris likes people. He just doesn’t have an easy time making friends and so tends to spend the majority of his time alone. Its not that he tries to be rude or mean. He just unintentionally comes off that way most of the time.
Once Tynaris sets his sight on something he will absolutely refuse to let it slip from his grasp. A natural born leader others tend to follow him if only because he speaks sense. He doesn’t see the point in sugar coating anything. Things are what they are and no amount of blubbering can change it. Only hard work, blood, and sweat can turn things around if one desires it. Very much a realist he doesn’t suffer from delusions of a perfect world. The world will never be perfect, all anyone can hope or work for is a bit of peace for themselves and their loved ones.
Tynaris is also very anal about this possessions. Whether it is this clothes, his buddies, or his pets he doesn’t like anyone messing with them unless he has given express permission. Even then watch what you do with them because any mishandling will have a very irate Tyranis breathing down your neck. While normally not quick to anger there are a few key things that will set him off and one is violence or mishandling of those things he views as belonging to him. Not one to express his violence in words you’ll probably be more likely to be glared at and threatened with body language. If that fails to get a result the fists come in.
Tynaris loves the release physical activity gives him and his favorite activity is swimming. He spends nearly all his free time in or around the ocean or river. When not swimming you can often find him in the record room pouring over the scrolls that he believes contain useful information, or partaking in his only hobby, shell collecting. For some reason the teen is quite fond of shells and often uses them to make decorations and improve the appearance of the furniture in his current living space.
History:
Tynaris was born to Tyvarn the Masterfisher of Southern hold. His mother Bernis died giving birth to him. Tynaris, along with his four older brothers grew up on the fishing boats of the hold. Not one to ever shirk his work Tynaris had a busy childhood if not a good one. With his older brothers and his father to look after and teach him he learned quickly and by age 10 he was an apprentice in his father’s craft. Days consisted of helping to bring in the days catch, repairing boats, gutting and cleaning fish, salting them and preparing them for sale and delivery. Life was predictable but pleasant. Until something happened that changed all that.
When Tynaris was 14 his family took a long fishing expedition along the coast. Days into it they where caught up in a terrible storm. Despite there best efforts the boat struck a submerged reef and in the heart of the storm the boat began to sink. All seemed lost. Tynaris remembered being swept from the boat. He survived until morning by clinging onto submerged wreckage. In the morning light he called for his family but it was all in vain. The youth was convinced that he would die there but about the time he had given up a flash of bronze caught his vision. Upon his makeshift raft sat a bronze firelizard, staring at him curiously. Desperate Tynaris called out to it. With a chirp it disappeared. Not even a minute later he heard a bugle. Looking towards the sky he caught a sight of a blue dragon. The young boys heart seized. His father had never been fond of the dragon riders of their weyr.
Nevertheless it was a dragon who rescued him that day. He was one of the only survivors the only other being his oldest brother Bervarn and one of the crewmates a man by the name of Ulinard. They arrived back at the Hold shaken and depressed. Tynaris could not help but feel a sense of gratefulness to the dragon who rescued him that day. Only after the dragon and rider had left had he realized he had not even gotten the name of his rescuers. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. To make ends meet Bervarn and Tynaris where forced to work as sailors for hire. Life was not as pleasurable or happy as it had once been. Two turns passed in this way.
Then his older brother fell in love. The woman who caught his eye was the daughter of a fisherman who often used to work alongside their father. He took the boys in and even gave Bervarn his own boat. Soon a weeding was arranged between the two. Tynaris should have been happy for his brother but he wasn’t. All he could think about was how the last member of his family was going to be taken from him as well. It was about that time that a dragon arrived at Southern for search. The Hold wasn’t exactly ecstatic about this and the search rider was given minimal time at best. Still it was enough that Tynaris was picked from the small crowd of onlookers. At first the teen wasn’t sure what to do. However there really was nothing left for him at Southern. After a few moments of consideration Tynaris accepted. Saying goodbye to his brother was painful but necessary. With a heavy heart he left Southern for Selenitas. Maybe it was a decision he would regret. After all he knew next to nothing about weyrlife or dragons. Only time would tell.
Name: Pravinth (from “Pravin” meaning “skilled”)
Age: newly hatched
Color Code: 1802E5
Impresses to: Tynaris/T’ris
Appearance: On first glance, nothing seems to mark Pravinth as anything out of the ordinary. He is just on the larger side of average for a blue, and his frame is neither too bulky nor too lean, instead just a careful blend of light bone and muscle to make him look stronger than the dainty greens. His ridges are slightly more pronounced than one would expect to find on a blue, and his jaw might be a bit stouter than the average blue on closer inspection. These details are miniscule, though, and most people would not give them any more than a passing glance. As far as shape and frame, nothing sets Pravinth apart from the ordinary.
Pravinth’s ability to blend in with the rest is extended to his coloration, a mellow blue just a few shades off royal. It is a calming sort of color, not so pale nor so bright as to catch one’s eye, though it certainly has no lack of vibrancy. Pravinth’s mood and health will be easy to spot, for his hide will lose much of its luster with an ill state of body and mind. The color varies little across his hide, though the attachment points for his wings are surrounded by a slightly darker shade, and his muzzle sports an irregular splotch of the same hue. His facial marking spans both nostrils and most of his nose tip with uneven edges that look like a child scribbled them on. Really, though, these markings are inconsequential and do little to attract the eye, only enough to focus the attention of those who step close enough to get a good look.
Though he’s certainly not ugly, Pravinth will never be the handsomest or prettiest of the blues. His flying prowess will be entirely dependent on how much effort he puts into it, as he is not built for any special aerial skills. He is, however, quite the force to be reckoned with on the ground. Like many of his clutchmates, he can make full use of his four limbs on the ground, and he is unbelievably] fast, able to scurry-hop around at a pace that will make most others very envious. Even greater is the fact that he can manage this feat without tripping, for the most part. Sure, he can stumble over things that are on the ground that he doesn’t see in time… or his own feet, if he gets excited enough. For the most part, though, he is a very coordinated little dragon on the ground. Hopefully, none of the whers get the wrong idea…
Personality: What Pravinth lacks in impressive appearance is more than compensated for in a personality that belongs in a dragon five times his size. His energy and zeal for life know no bounds, and he is nearly impossible to keep still on the best of days. He truthfully can’t help it. The world is large and big and full of adventure, and he just wants to explore it all. Think of the most inconvenient and awful and strange places to stick one’s nose or tongue, and Pravinth will dutifully investigate them in their turn. He simply can’t contain his curiosity, and he just adores meeting new people and dragons and visiting new places. Life is one giant adventure to him, and he won’t rest until all of the mysteries are laid to rest. Along with his boundless enthusiasm is an optimistic and generous spirit that can’t seem to be brought down by anything. With all the resilience of a child, he will bounce back from any injury, scolding, or setback with the same innocent enthusiasm.
Though no more stupid than the average dragon, Pravinth, like the child he really is at heart, lacks the ability to be truly sneaky. Oh, he will plan and try things, though the success of them will be variable depending on the complexity of the plan. He can move quickly and quietly when he wants to, but he seems to forget little details like the fact that dragons don’t do very well sneaking through tunnels in a cliff. Did his backside just get caught in the door? Whoops. That was so not what he had in mind. He usually prefers to just openly investigate, sticking his little nose into trunks, under beds, and into everything he can find that His doesn’t pull him away from. His is in for a wild sort of ride. Pravinth has a horrible fixation on human clothes, finding them to be amongst the most utterly fascinating thing on Pern. He will usually attempt to steal His’ clothes and wear them out and about, disregarding the fact that undergarments just do not belong on one’s head. Pravinth feels there should be no shame in this, though he would feel ashamed to do more than borrow the clothes of anyone besides His. He’ll just borrow and give it back in a few minutes, once he’s tried it in! Never mind that it has dragon drool; that’s inconsequential.
His will probably be shocked at how much Pravinth adores him, for it may not be evident at first. Pravinth finds His to be the ultimate adventure partner, and he will beg and plead with His to join him on his investigations. It is all done for the good of His, for Pravinth feels that one most go everywhere and see everything… and meet everyone! He is certainly not above stealing His’ clothes when certain other handsome young boy and girls walk by. See? Isn’t His such a nicely-shaped human being? Really, who wouldn’t want him for a mate? It is all done out of love, for love is something that Pravinth has in spades. He loves every creature of all shapes and sizes, and it will be quite the chore to encourage him to hunt and kill his own food. Once it is dead, he is happy to eat what’s put before him. Killing the poor creature, though… don’t you know it has feelings?!
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