Post by marge on Feb 14, 2010 2:14:16 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Tobby
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unsure
Rank: Weyrling
Physical Appearance: He is a lanky youngster, standing 5' exactly and even though he is only twelve turns old, Tobby is well musculed from a life of helping out with dragons. His hands are well calloused demonstrating that he is no stranger to work. The weyrling's hair mimics the usual fashion of the riders', cropped short so that it can easily fit under a helmet. His eyes are dark brown and usually lit with a smile, despite whatever expression may twist his face. There is a light line of freckles that speckles his cheeks, hardly seen against his tanned skin.
Tobby doesn't really pay much attention to what he wears. Sure, he wants to look nice for special occasions like gathers and hatchings so that he won't embarass his weyr, but he doesn't have any specific colors or materials that he's particular to. As long as he is dressed in something that allows him to help out with the dragons, do his chores, and is decently fitted, Tobby won't care. Besides, as an orphaned youngster, Tobby is lucky if he earns any Marks to spend on clothing, so he has very little pick when it comes to his clothing.
Personality:
Tobby is a naturally cheerful pre-teen, despite everything that's happened. He loves to run and jump and play, but most of all, he loves to hang out with dragons. Size, color, age, it doesn't matter, Tobby loves them all and loves to visit with them. It's probably his love of dragons that draws him to their riders as well, and he loves to help them out with their mounts in any way he can. In fact, he'd much rather spend the morning helping out a rider then hang out with kids his own age. Such an attitude has helped mold his young body into the muscular way it is today.
This weyrling is also very caring and hates to see a creature of any kind be hurt. He enjoys helping out and making others happy, so it's not that surprising that he dislikes bullies and will stand up to them, even if they are older and bigger than he is. His age combined with a very over protective father has left this young lad practically fearless and even in situations that would have most backing away due to common sense, Tobby will stubbornly stand his ground.
History:
Tobby was born to bluerider T'zan of Poith and a greenrider at Fort Weyr. From the time he was a babe to he was four turns old, he was raised by his caring and protective father. However, as the boy grew older, T'zan decided that rather than have his son grow up in a warring weyr, he would send him to more peaceful Selenitas Weyr and hope to join him later. Needless to say, Tobby did not take the news that he would leaving his home and father very well. But, despite how he kicked and screamed, T'zan's mind was made up. The bluerider traveled to Selenitas by himself to find someone he could trust to watch over Tobby until he was able to transfer as well. Eventually he decided on the greenrider Ciara, deciding that even though she was a younger rider that she would be a good foster parent and had the attitude needed to make a child such as Tobby happy. Soon after everything had been worked out with Ciara through letters sent by f'lizards, T'zan brought Tobby to Selenitas.
Selenitas Weyr had been Tobby's home for nearly a full turn, when the regular letter from his father suddenly stopped. For over a month, there was no news but eventually a flit appeared clutching a message. Another Fort rider had finally thought it might be nice to let the boy know that his father had been killed by a Benden rider, rather than just let him wonder. The boy, even though he was still just a child, will never forget that night. He had cried for hours and screamed at anyone who had come near. Finally, after a few months of intense mourning, Tobby had grudingly accepted that he could do nothing to bring his father back. Greenrider Ciara, his foster mother, was the closest thing he had to a parent, so he began to treat her as such. He began to call her Mom instead of Ciara. The boy never forgot his father, but the sadness wasn't so bad.
When he was about nine turns, Tobby came very close to Impressing a firelizard. Ciara bought his an egg at a gathering. He waited in front of it all night, clutching a whole tray full of meat. He'd grown up with dragons his whole life and to have his own little dragon would be.... amazing. The egg was shaking, and as it began to crack, Tobby got more and more excited. Just as the tiny blue hatchling began to peek out of the egg and the boy had a thought of how it reminded him of his father's dragon, the tiny thing fluttered past him and Impressed to Brownrider R'wign who was passing behind him. Disappointment was an understatement. He scowled the rest of the night and for a few more months refused to forgive the brownrider for 'stealing' his firelizard.
There were many awful things that happened in those turns, but despite it all, Tobby did his best to remain the bright and happy child that he had always been. His foster mother brought a lovely little girl into the world, fathered by bluerider Uu'n. Immediatly, Tobby took up the big brother role, never letting the fact that they had not a drop of common blood between them get in the way. Tobby does his best to take care of his young siblings, and plans to always be there to take care of her. He loves the little girl and already treats her like a princess.
He's got to protect her after all, what with the war finally reaching Selenitas. T'zan had tried so hard to keep his son out of the war, but it seemed that it was impossible. When the war touched down in the main halls, Tobby had spent the entire siege hidden in one of the supply closests, just praying that he wouldn't be found by one of the enemy riders. Afterward, it was hard for him as he looked around at the pain caused by the enemy riders, especially since he knew that some was caused by Fort riders, like his parents had been. He actually was afraid to admit to others the hardly known fact that he was originally from Fort. It was a terrifying experience.
Recently, Tobby has suffered another great loss. His foster mother, Ciara, was kidnapped and killed by unknown evils. It was like losing a second parent for the young boy. He grew closer to his foster sister, and became more and more determined to become a great dragonrider. On his twelth birthing-day, the boy applied for candidacy so that he would be one step closer to his dream.
He only hopes that he is able to Impress soon. He has worries that if he doesn't get a dragon soon, that he'll never get the chance. The idea of an entire weyr being killed off... Well, if it happened at High Reaches Weyr, it could happen at Selenitas too. The boy wants to have a dragon and be able to help long before that day comes.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Name: Nandath (from “Nanda” meaning “joy”)
Age: newly hatched
Color Code: BFA130
Appearance: This dragon is among the most bizarre-looking creatures to ever hatch, and though he will certainly grow into himself as he ages, he will probably be at the back of his weyrling class due to utter lack of coordination. He is just on the larger side of average for his color but stands much higher at the shoulder given his unusually long legs. These legs, though he can use them all separately and in a gait much more like a runner or canines, are going to be an enormous liability until he takes it upon himself to diligently practice. They easily get tangled with each other or with his overly long tail, which results in a wriggling heap of dragonflesh. Nandath’s extraordinarily long tail is about a third again as long as it should be and almost prehensile in nature. His head is somewhat wide, though the muzzle is a bit shorter than one would expect, giving him an adorably short-nosed face. His slightly shorter skull should not be a hindrance, though it, combined with his round-edged ridges, will combine to make him look slightly less than intimidating. He’s certainly masculine, given his size and the strength apparent in his build, though a dragon that trips over its own legs is probably not going to have much of a presence…
Nandath’s coloration only adds to the bizarreness of his appearance, his hide largely a pale brown that borders on a yellowish tinge in places. Were it any more yellowish, he might look a bit ill. As it is, the pale brown is the dominant color of his hide, darkening to a slightly reddish hue along the midline of his back while the yellow is mostly apparent around his feet and on his chest. His nosetip is very bizarre, almost a pure pale yellow that only extends to about his nostrils before fading back into the very light, even brown. His wing membranes are a shade or two paler than the majority of his hide and are almost translucent when held up to bright sunlight. Since his coloration is already pale and a bit odd, it will probably be difficult to tell when he’s off-color.
As far as aerial maneuvers go, Nandath’s skill will depend entirely on practice. His wings are of a good size and proportion to take him skyward should he choose to stretch them and take flight, though he will not be an acrobat. His movements on the ground, however, will be absolute chaos and disaster until he learns to get his oddly-shaped body into proper discipline. Expect a lot of stumbles and trips and falls… and a few trips to the infirmary on a daily basis until he gets his bearings. His and the weyrlingmaster had best be patient folk; coordination comes slowly to the long-limbed and quickly-growing. His flexible and strong tail will be his saving grace, and with some discipline, it will become just like an extra limb to use for grabbing, swatting, pushing and pulling. Better watch out for doors, though. Getting a tail caught in one of those is unpleasant.
Personality: Physical difficulties aside, Nandath is the sort of dragon that any wingleader would want around. He is attentive and resourceful in addition to being very easygoing. Nandath is surprisingly relaxed, despite his problems in getting from Point A to Point B without faceplanting in the dirt. His handicaps seem to be very little to him, and he’ll cheerfully pop up from a fall with a happy croon and a bounce in his step with all the resilience of a young hatchling. This resilience and willingness to go with whatever life throws him will probably follow him into maturity, resulting in an intelligent and good-tempered brown that will make a decent wingsecond if he puts his mind to it. Nandath is not lacking in brains or good sense, and he will be fully able to do anything he wants with enough time and effort involved.
However, this intelligence seems to have come at the mild price of some… well… shall we say naivete? Despite being quite observant and picking up details (“Mine, did you see that Salenth’s has a new shirt today? It becomes him very well!”) that few others would notice, Nandath seems to be stuck at the innocence level of about a nine-Turn-old holdbred child. Concepts of Flights and human intimacy are completely beyond him, despite the fact that he’ll cuddle with anyone who will sit still long enough for him to cling to, and his general reaction to anything remotely related to intimacy is a childish ew!!!!!! He is not bereft of the hormones that incite him to Chase females, but he might be just a bit of a late bloomer on that count. Similarly, he seems to be a bit lost on the concepts of sarcasm and doublespeak, so don’t ask any question unless you want an honest answer. Do those pants make you look fat? Of course not! Your backside doesn’t need the pants for that.
Those who are willing to put up with his sometimes-painful honesty will find themselves with a cheerful friend for life. Nandath has an unusually long memory for a dragon and can remember everyone who has offered him kindness in the past. Of course, he also remembers everyone who has done wrongly by him, but those wrongdoings are brushed off with the childish approach that people just made a mistake. No one really meant to hurt him that way, did they? Strangely, though, he seems to take greater offense to wrong done to others, particularly His. Everyone clearly made a mistake when they hurt him, but all harm done to his friends is completely intentional. How dare they! Given his nonviolent personality, though, the worst he will normally do is give someone the silent treatment. Why bother picking fights when ignoring them is so much easier? Those who want to pick on His, though, should think better of it. This is the only occasion that will cause Nandath to let loose with fury. Nandath has room in his heart for many, but besides His, the creature who will receive the most devotion is the gold flit Elegance. He seems to have recognized that she helped guard his egg and the others, but he seems to have latched onto her and is obsessed with worshipping her. Lovely Elliemother... favorite Elliemother.
Name: Melly
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue 006666
Age: Hatchling
Trapped within a crystalline world of thought
Not a fool unaware, of what must be sought
All his hopes and his dreams they are frozen in time
Appearance: The blue is unique out of all his clutch siblings in that his appearance is distinctly...normal. Average in size, perfectly proportioned with sleek muscular toning that causes his hide to ripple appealingly while in motion, his frill is very much intact and all his limbs are of the normal length. He might even be called a handsome creature, as his coloring is an even teal, the color of the sea when the sun reflects off the shallower waters. His tail is, perhaps, just the barest touch longer than it needs to be, but it doesn't look out of place, being rather whiplike and decidedly strong.
An array of subtler markings brush across his hide randomly in such a way as to suggest at a pattern that isn't really there. Swirling eddies of spots and lines that are just one or two shades darker or lighter than his base color serve to create the impression that he really is part of the ocean, the waves rippling almost serenely on a calm day. To further emphasize that, his back displays a splash of white spots, almost like a frothing down the entire length of his spine. The membranes of his wings and frill are a soft, sky blue, and what looks like eyes are painted on his frills in brilliant white.
Personality: This blue is as serene as his coloring suggests. Not given to emotional outbursts or petty insults, he takes a very rational approach to life. The male finds fighting and squabbling distasteful, a waste of energy and time, and often acts as a mediator in any fight he stumbles upon. His demeanor is both unassuming and confident at once, such that when he speaks, most will stop to listen, regardless of species. Exceedingly eloquent, rational to a fault, he'll find a compromise for most any problem then continue going about his business - which most often is watching the world go by and ferreting out its many secrets.
For the truth of the matter is that this blue is something of a recluse. Although, upon discovering the world of salamandyrs and firelizards outside his clutchsiblings is a much different place, the damage was already done; he was hatched into the world believing he didn't fit in anywhere. His role is merely as an observer, a detached party. As such, he doesn't feel comfortable associating with salamandyrs or firelizards - or anyone but His, truly - and should he ever develop an interest in a female it's unlikely he'd chase her unless strongly encouraged by His. The world is a fascinating place but it is, ultimately, not for him, and his resigned melancholy is something most anyone could pick up on.
Name: Creeper
Age: Hatchling
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown #281700 & #bc8900
Physical Appearance: A rather handsome specimen, this firelizard will likely grow to be above average in size at adulthood. His wings are long and slender, built for quick turns rather than long gliding, but they’re nonetheless proportioned well to his body. He’s long and lean, rather than bulky or powerfully built, and this feature is especially emphasized in his neck and face. A slender, aquiline snout meets a sculpted face that defines perfectly formed eyes, ever-expressive. Combined with his nub-like ridges, some might go so far as to call this firelizard ‘pretty’ and it would not be an inaccurate comparison; he’s certainly one of the most well-formed of his kind. His legs are proportioned just right – just enough to make him look as if he were carved from stone to represent the firelizard species. Only his tail could be considered out of the ordinary, as the end forks a little too high up, a little further than the average firelizard’s and therefore looks a touch odd – but even then, it’s a pleasant kind of odd. When he’s fully grown, he’ll definitely be a looker.
A dazzling shade of dark chocolate makes up this firelizard’s base color – so dark as to be close to black, in fact. None would ever make the mistake of thinking him as such, though, for this brown has a swirl of rich honey over his back that literally starts at the base of his neck and swirls around his body numerous times, as if he were wrapped in ribbons. A similar shade of not-quite-gold spans over his eyes like leaves, adding enough accent that, in the dark, only these bright shades would show – and his eyes. Dark shades swirl over his stomach, uneven and smudged, though in contrast to the base of his hide, they almost look lighter – slight imperfections that make him all the more appealing to look at as a result. The natural camouflage makes him a definitely unique firelizard to behold – exceptional.
Personality: The phrase “Looks can be deceiving” has never been more accurate. This is one firelizard that definitely doesn’t match his beautiful exterior. He’s downright aloof – cold, even – and this lack of friendliness applies even to his mindmate. While he rarely ventures far, he’s definitely the first to make it clear when he thinks his mindmate is being silly or foolish, in almost insulting chirps and squawks. No tolerance for what he thinks is foolish does this firelizard have – and if he’s considered harsh with his mindmate, the way he treats strangers/others that he’s not attached to could be considered atrocious; he’ll go into long lectures, hissing and spitting, and he can barely stand to be around other firelizards for extended periods of time (and he outright hates salamandyrs). The only time he’ll bear the presence of others of his kind is if he has no choice or during flights – and he chases fairly regularly both greens and golds, whatever happens to be rising when he’s in the mood. Quiet creatures are preferred to loud as a rule though. They’re less annoying.
In addition to being rather snotty, this firelizard is also creepy. There’s no other way to put it. He loves to perch on things in the dead of night and stare at people sleeping (including His, though he can be bribed not to do this with warm, fresh, meaty treats) throughout the night. When they wake up and see only his eyes/golden hued markings, most individuals are surprised, and this provides him an unholy amount of joy. He also loves to stare at people when they’re in the bathing caverns, suspiciously eying them and the more vibrant the reaction he gets is, the more he’ll do it, until people stop reacting entertainingly. Stare. Stare. STARE.
Despite some very prominent flaws, this firelizard is not irredeemable. He has the mentality that only he may torture His and as a result, anyone (creature not important) who mistreats his mindmate in any way (be it upsetting him, scolding him, or attack) is likely to be the victim of one of his tantrums. He’ll even fight to protect His if necessary, and he’s not afraid to get his claws dirty to make a point. Rather intelligent, this firelizard also remembers grievances and will hold grudges against those who slight His for extended periods of time – so watch out, he’s actually a very good protector, even if it comes at the cost of him being an obnoxious brat most of the time. But who’s counting that, really?
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