Post by antinanco on Jan 2, 2009 0:08:58 GMT -5
Human
Name: W’ri
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate Master
Birthday: May
Physical Appearance:
W'ri is a short and stocky man. His figure ripples with muscle to the point where some wonder how he is able to lift his arms above his head. The same head is pointed at the chin and cheekbones, giving him a rather spear-headed look. His brows are large but not bushy and round over his powder blue eyes that match his dragon unwillingly. His lower jaw even juts out under his upper one, giving him a rather barbaric look. The rider keeps his mahogany hair in a low runner-tail that ends at the nape of his neck. Usually the style is tied together by a red ribbon, which sometimes gives the hair a reddish tint in the sun.
Red is W'ri's favorite color, and it is obvious from just taking once glance at him. Almost every piece of clothing or ware that he owns is red, or some variation thereof. This tends to play off of his already orange skin in a odd fashion, in the end creating a very striking appearance that catches the eye.
Also, from the rough life out at sea as an apprentice and numerous thread injuries, W’ri has managed to accumulate a nice collection of scars. The most noticeable ones are the slash over his right knuckle from a loose rope cutting into him and a nasty threadscore that starts at the bottom of his left ear and runs down to the middle of his left arm. As a final note, the bluerider’s hands are calloused and worn for abundant reasons including his past life at sea, making leather saddles and working out in the jungle to keep his insane muscle mass.
Personality:
W'ri is a tough cookie with a rock solid coating and a soft cream filling.
The tough side of W'ri is usually defined by seeming emotionless and becoming reserved. He shows little affection for the people he does like, making him very hard to read. And he has no problem throwing around his bulk for show and is quite hard-headed. He tends to answer most questions with curt barks or grunts, a habit that does not help to increase his average intelligence level. But he makes up for this by working hard and working others hard, a firm believer in 'effort is everything'. His favorite color is red because he thinks it to be of power and might. If one does not know him well enough, he seems like a muscular barbarian.
But the true W'ri is the biggest wuss you ever will see. He has a very romantic side, if a lady that he likes catches his eye, and is ever the chivalrous knight. At even a mention of a death or injury of another he him tear up, and he detests violence greatly. Despite his hard exterior, he always tries to act with others' interests in mind.
Also, the bluerider has an extreme fear for heights. He flies with eyes squinted shut except during Threadfall when he is forced to open them and his knuckles are always white. If anyone tries to make But his pride as a rider forces him to hid his fear as best he can, and so far over the years he has managed to keep it a secret.
History:
W’ri’s mother, Walpe, was a young Baker at Hyphen Hold who fell head over heals for a fisherman named Lanri. While the feelings were not returned at first, his mother was still extremely attractive and she ‘persuaded’ Lanri to Join with her. Nine mouths later, a bawling baby Wanri was born, fit as a whistle.
Under his mother’s watchful and loving eye in the kitchen, he grew to be a budding boy of eight turns. At that point he was very femmine and the kitchen workers were convinced he would turn out to be gay. It was then that his father stepped in and whisked him away for a fishermen apprentice, being rather traditional and not wanting a homosexual son. After many trips out at sea hauling in lines Wari had turned his childhood baby fat into solid muscle. But his father also instilled strict heterosexualism and traditionalism into the boy, turning him into an uncaring rock.
One day as the Wari was returning to port from a long trip, a green dragon was sunning itself on the shore and picked up Wari's mind. The little dragon swam out to the boat long enough for her rider to shout to meet them at the Hold, where a formal Search would be easier. In the remaining time to port, Wari and his father were sent into vicious quarrel over whether or not he would be allowed to leave. In the end, Wari was Searched and left without his father's permission, using his mother's instead, and the two have not spoken a word to each other since.
Leaving on negative turns only hardened Wari even moreso than before. He stood for a couple Clutches, but none seemed attracted to the stony boy in the corner. The year became 2996 and Wari became 15 turns old. Another clutch at Selenitas, another Standing for Wari. It was the general consensus of his fellow Candidates that Wari would Impress brown, if at all, due to his hard-boiled manners and emotionless exterior. But instead an energetic little blue caught Wari’s eye at that particular Hatching and Wari became W’ri.
For the next few turns W'ri lead a rather boring life. Though the turn that he had Impressed Angth had also marked the beginning of the Dragon Wars, Angth, while bringing out more and more of W'ri's softer side every day, also turned out to be a horrible flier. Besides making W'ri sexually devoid after many lost Flights, this poor ariel skill combined with W'ri's fear of heights made the two a horrendous fighting pair, and thus they escaped whatever little violence Selenitas was dragged into.
Then Shmee Impressed Aslath and the Selenitas Line slowly did itself in. At first, W'ri was extremely unhappy, having enjoyed Selenitas' harsh style of dealing with the Holds. But then he began seeing how much their reputation began increasing over the land. His soft side finally won out over his hard-headedness after Shmee's child was aborted and she was kidnapped. Now he is a firm supporter in Shmee and feels inspired by her hardiness to go above and beyond his calls as a rider. If a girl can do it, so can W'ri!
Dragon
Name: Angth
Color:Blue (66BBBB)
Age:15
Physical Appearance:
For a blue, Angth is on the smaller side, about the same size as a large green. His ridges have two points instead of one, a little birth defect that the blue has, in addition to a muzzle with a short overbite and bulging eyes. But these facts are quickly overlooked due to the color of his hide. The soft baby blue is overlapped with the faintest of crisscrosses of a darker blue, making it almost seem like he has scales like the dragons of Old Legends. Usually he patter goes unnoticed, too faint to stick out from a distance, unless someone is staring hard at Angth or if he is swimming. Water, you see, brightens his entire hide, gaining a healthy shimmer as the water rolls off his hide. Then his color elevates to a bright jay's egg blue, with the marks a deep indigo.
With shorter, broader wings that would suit a larger color better than a petite blue, Angth is not the most graceful in the sky and rarely catches greens when they rise. In fact, he is best suited for low-altitude wings with the bulkier queens. However, he loves taking baths or anything to do with water and has become rather the adept swimmer. Some might even say he is more elegant in the water than he is in the sky, like a slithering serpent of the sea.
Personality:
Angth is the balance that his rider needed so desperately. He is always a chipper little fellow, always eager to meet a new face or catch up with an old friend. He has an unusually good memory for faces, usually remembering a face for many turns, but has a horrible time with matching names to the faces and often needs W’ri’s assistance for the task.
When given a choice, he would rather spend time with people rather than dragons or whers or flitters or ‘mandyrs, but has no major qualms with spending time with his draconic brethren if the option is not present. He is more likely to bespeak people besides his than other dragons might and he is very inquisitive and curious. However, it is rare to hear physical vocalization from the blue unless someone has died or there is a Hatching since he usually prefers to speak internally. In addiction to this, he usually shies away from physical contact, preferring to have a nice chat instead of getting touchy. Part of this is an instinct from having fought in the war, since Angth will do whatever is necessary to protect his home and has killed Benden greens before, but part of this is also his personality.
FireLizard
[/u]Name: W’ri
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate Master
Birthday: May
Physical Appearance:
W'ri is a short and stocky man. His figure ripples with muscle to the point where some wonder how he is able to lift his arms above his head. The same head is pointed at the chin and cheekbones, giving him a rather spear-headed look. His brows are large but not bushy and round over his powder blue eyes that match his dragon unwillingly. His lower jaw even juts out under his upper one, giving him a rather barbaric look. The rider keeps his mahogany hair in a low runner-tail that ends at the nape of his neck. Usually the style is tied together by a red ribbon, which sometimes gives the hair a reddish tint in the sun.
Red is W'ri's favorite color, and it is obvious from just taking once glance at him. Almost every piece of clothing or ware that he owns is red, or some variation thereof. This tends to play off of his already orange skin in a odd fashion, in the end creating a very striking appearance that catches the eye.
Also, from the rough life out at sea as an apprentice and numerous thread injuries, W’ri has managed to accumulate a nice collection of scars. The most noticeable ones are the slash over his right knuckle from a loose rope cutting into him and a nasty threadscore that starts at the bottom of his left ear and runs down to the middle of his left arm. As a final note, the bluerider’s hands are calloused and worn for abundant reasons including his past life at sea, making leather saddles and working out in the jungle to keep his insane muscle mass.
Personality:
W'ri is a tough cookie with a rock solid coating and a soft cream filling.
The tough side of W'ri is usually defined by seeming emotionless and becoming reserved. He shows little affection for the people he does like, making him very hard to read. And he has no problem throwing around his bulk for show and is quite hard-headed. He tends to answer most questions with curt barks or grunts, a habit that does not help to increase his average intelligence level. But he makes up for this by working hard and working others hard, a firm believer in 'effort is everything'. His favorite color is red because he thinks it to be of power and might. If one does not know him well enough, he seems like a muscular barbarian.
But the true W'ri is the biggest wuss you ever will see. He has a very romantic side, if a lady that he likes catches his eye, and is ever the chivalrous knight. At even a mention of a death or injury of another he him tear up, and he detests violence greatly. Despite his hard exterior, he always tries to act with others' interests in mind.
Also, the bluerider has an extreme fear for heights. He flies with eyes squinted shut except during Threadfall when he is forced to open them and his knuckles are always white. If anyone tries to make But his pride as a rider forces him to hid his fear as best he can, and so far over the years he has managed to keep it a secret.
History:
W’ri’s mother, Walpe, was a young Baker at Hyphen Hold who fell head over heals for a fisherman named Lanri. While the feelings were not returned at first, his mother was still extremely attractive and she ‘persuaded’ Lanri to Join with her. Nine mouths later, a bawling baby Wanri was born, fit as a whistle.
Under his mother’s watchful and loving eye in the kitchen, he grew to be a budding boy of eight turns. At that point he was very femmine and the kitchen workers were convinced he would turn out to be gay. It was then that his father stepped in and whisked him away for a fishermen apprentice, being rather traditional and not wanting a homosexual son. After many trips out at sea hauling in lines Wari had turned his childhood baby fat into solid muscle. But his father also instilled strict heterosexualism and traditionalism into the boy, turning him into an uncaring rock.
One day as the Wari was returning to port from a long trip, a green dragon was sunning itself on the shore and picked up Wari's mind. The little dragon swam out to the boat long enough for her rider to shout to meet them at the Hold, where a formal Search would be easier. In the remaining time to port, Wari and his father were sent into vicious quarrel over whether or not he would be allowed to leave. In the end, Wari was Searched and left without his father's permission, using his mother's instead, and the two have not spoken a word to each other since.
Leaving on negative turns only hardened Wari even moreso than before. He stood for a couple Clutches, but none seemed attracted to the stony boy in the corner. The year became 2996 and Wari became 15 turns old. Another clutch at Selenitas, another Standing for Wari. It was the general consensus of his fellow Candidates that Wari would Impress brown, if at all, due to his hard-boiled manners and emotionless exterior. But instead an energetic little blue caught Wari’s eye at that particular Hatching and Wari became W’ri.
For the next few turns W'ri lead a rather boring life. Though the turn that he had Impressed Angth had also marked the beginning of the Dragon Wars, Angth, while bringing out more and more of W'ri's softer side every day, also turned out to be a horrible flier. Besides making W'ri sexually devoid after many lost Flights, this poor ariel skill combined with W'ri's fear of heights made the two a horrendous fighting pair, and thus they escaped whatever little violence Selenitas was dragged into.
Then Shmee Impressed Aslath and the Selenitas Line slowly did itself in. At first, W'ri was extremely unhappy, having enjoyed Selenitas' harsh style of dealing with the Holds. But then he began seeing how much their reputation began increasing over the land. His soft side finally won out over his hard-headedness after Shmee's child was aborted and she was kidnapped. Now he is a firm supporter in Shmee and feels inspired by her hardiness to go above and beyond his calls as a rider. If a girl can do it, so can W'ri!
Dragon
Name: Angth
Color:Blue (66BBBB)
Age:15
Physical Appearance:
For a blue, Angth is on the smaller side, about the same size as a large green. His ridges have two points instead of one, a little birth defect that the blue has, in addition to a muzzle with a short overbite and bulging eyes. But these facts are quickly overlooked due to the color of his hide. The soft baby blue is overlapped with the faintest of crisscrosses of a darker blue, making it almost seem like he has scales like the dragons of Old Legends. Usually he patter goes unnoticed, too faint to stick out from a distance, unless someone is staring hard at Angth or if he is swimming. Water, you see, brightens his entire hide, gaining a healthy shimmer as the water rolls off his hide. Then his color elevates to a bright jay's egg blue, with the marks a deep indigo.
With shorter, broader wings that would suit a larger color better than a petite blue, Angth is not the most graceful in the sky and rarely catches greens when they rise. In fact, he is best suited for low-altitude wings with the bulkier queens. However, he loves taking baths or anything to do with water and has become rather the adept swimmer. Some might even say he is more elegant in the water than he is in the sky, like a slithering serpent of the sea.
Personality:
Angth is the balance that his rider needed so desperately. He is always a chipper little fellow, always eager to meet a new face or catch up with an old friend. He has an unusually good memory for faces, usually remembering a face for many turns, but has a horrible time with matching names to the faces and often needs W’ri’s assistance for the task.
When given a choice, he would rather spend time with people rather than dragons or whers or flitters or ‘mandyrs, but has no major qualms with spending time with his draconic brethren if the option is not present. He is more likely to bespeak people besides his than other dragons might and he is very inquisitive and curious. However, it is rare to hear physical vocalization from the blue unless someone has died or there is a Hatching since he usually prefers to speak internally. In addiction to this, he usually shies away from physical contact, preferring to have a nice chat instead of getting touchy. Part of this is an instinct from having fought in the war, since Angth will do whatever is necessary to protect his home and has killed Benden greens before, but part of this is also his personality.
FireLizard
Name: Brass
Looks to: W'ri
Color: Bronze
Appearance:
Put bluntly, this bronze is feminine - though the more sensitive might describe him as "slender" instead. Feminine, though, is undoubtedly the more accurate of the two terms, for this bronze is exactly that, no matter how much he, His, or anybody else might protest the fact.
With a long, whippy body, he seems almost unproportionate, for his neck and tail are both long and rather thin. The ridges on both aforementioned appendages are blunted, soft, and almost melt into his hide, being little more than barely discernible bumps along his spine. He's not angular in the least, for each normal curve is there - simply less so than is considered absolutely healthy. His ribs are gentle, and can be felt along his sides, and no amount of feeding will ever bulk him up - he's simply made that way, exceptionally slim. To top this off, he's quite small, hovering somewhere between "slightly smaller than average" and "absolutely tiny." However, his wingspan makes up for most of it, long but slender - added to his form, this makes him extremely adept at aerial maneuvers that might usually be lost to a bulkier bronze.
His eyes are larger than normal, and whirl faster, more intensely, than an average f'lizard's do, which often makes people mistake him for interested in everything; they're set into a small, refined head with a gentle, tapered muzzle and wide nostrils. His coloration marks him as clearly bronze, so nobody will ever mistake him for a female of any color. It carries no trace of the "greenish" shade that is prominent in some bronzes, being a deep, pure, dark bronze color, unbroken in any way, thick and calling to mind the adjective "creamy".
Personality:
In a complete flip to his delicate appearance, this bronze is anything but. A blustering, tough front is almost always displayed, and along with an arrogance that no dragon can hope to compete with. He acts as if he was the greatest thing ever to grace Pern, and his attitude usually convinces any onlookers that he is completely, irreversably self-absorbed - not incorrectly, really, for this bronze puts himself first in any situation. If you call him feminine, you sign your death warrant - or at least, your sanity warrant, for this bronze goes to ridiculous lengths to exact revenge on those who have wronged him. Luckily for the Weyr, this vicious streak has its limits - despite the tough-guy act, this bronze really isn't as brave as he pretends to be, occasionally startled into undignified squeaking by loud, sudden noises (though he usually compensates for this by loud, indignant scolding) and is easily told off by even a green f'lizard should they have the courage to "backtalk" him.
However, if this fire lizard recognizes his own lack of courage, he puts his whole heart in trying to hide it, coming off as irritable and snappy. Very much a party-spoiler, if this bronze is in a mood, then everybody around him had better drop any ideas of having fun, for there will be no fun if this bronze has a say in the matter! Prone to sulking, the only thing that can make this flit's mood go up is the promise of food, for food is the one thing that he will do nearly anything for.
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