Post by irbre on Feb 4, 2008 23:38:29 GMT -5
KILLED IN THE SUBVERSION PLOT
Name: T'nmor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzeweyrling
Physical Appearance: Tenmor is of normal height for his age, somehow placed in the middle of everyone. He can be described as handsome, if gravitating towards plain by a bit. He has a slight build, wiry and athletically muscular. He tends to wear larger clothes, though, more out of habit than anything, so that he looks far scrawnier than he actually is. His skin is tanned from days spent in the sun, a light, warm brown.
In odd contrast to his sinewy body, his face is soft and heart-shaped. His bone structure is gently curving and rounded, giving him an almost constant boyish look, though never one that bespeaks of extra body fat. The most prominent part of his face's bone structure would center around his high cheek bones, which add a look of maturity to his otherwise soft face. Even his nose is slightly stub, 'cute' as some may call it, much to his displeasure. His eyes are a deep blue, relative to the shade of the early night sky. These dark eyes are slightly slanted, almost unnoticeable so, and framed by dark lashes. He wears his hair at varying lengths, often depending on his mood at the time. Sometimes his mahogany brown hair is pulled back, other times left to fall around his shoulders. His favorite cut, though, appears to be an uneven map-style that falls raggedly around his ears, longer on the back and sides and shorter in the front, so as to allow for actually seeing things.
His overlarge clothes are often plain and simple, mainly centering around sandy tans and almost black browns. He is often seen in only a single set of unadorned breeches and tunic, made of a tawny-hued wherhide with dark trim. The only color he wears is centered a deep crimson strip of hide that he wears around his throat. Despite being somewhat ashamed of it and considering it quite 'unmanly', he continues to were this simple necklace.
Personality: Tenmor is placid and calm, almost bordering on noncommittal at times. He prefers to take things slowly, allowing for a good deal of time and thought before coming to a decision. Because of his apparent lack of quick decision making, he is often assumed to be stupid and slow. Tenmor is anything but that. He can be quick and witty, making jokes, often at the expense of himself. He enjoys jokes, especially those that are subtle and take intelligence to notice.
His moments of sharp wit and humor aren't all that common, though. He is most often quiet and reserved, silently watching the world and contributing when he is needed. Despite his quiet nature, he enjoy conversations a great deal, even though he fails spectacularly at starting them. His version of a conversation starter would probably range somewhere around weather and herdbeasts, though of course neither are especially good topics to cover.
He does, of course, have quite a bit of affection for the ladies. He can be shy around them at times, though not overly so, his manner bordering on an inability to make smooth sentences. He prefers to take his time, never rushing into a relationship. Many are led to believe that he prefers friendship over love and he does not move to dispute this, watching with sly amusement. What about a woman is there not to love, after all?
Despite his placid nature, when Tenmor is moved to action, he does so quite quickly. He can be very vehement about protecting that which he loves, defending whatever it may be without a second thought. It takes a great deal to move him, though, and he rarely shows his anger. Situations that revolve around mutilation and death often move him to act, though he is rarely forced to do so.
History: Tenmor was originally born to a Weyr, his parents taking care of the herdbeasts at Benden. His parents were hardworking and loyal to their job, speaking only praise of the dragon riders. In his early years Tenmor grew up on stories of the brave and heroic riders, flying into the skies to fight the great enemy, Thread. Aspirations growing, he would often weave grass 'wings' and stick them on the backs of runnerbeasts, pretending that he was a rider.
Of course, that was no the reality of the Benden riders. When he was about 6, a horrible 'accident' occurred. While out tending to an injured herdbeast, his mother was spotted by a particularly sexist rider and accused of injuring the animal, instead of helping it. As it was, the words of a lowly herdbeast tender were not valued over that of an obviously superior rider. She was condemned as an example of those who dared to injure the food of a rider's mount.
Tenmor knew nothing of this. His father merely told him that his mother had already left the Weyr and that they were to follow and hopefully catch up with her soon. An eager Tenmor followed, happy to see more of the world than he had. He joyously frolicked as they moved, taking simply happiness from the world around him. His father, though, became steadily secluded, leaving Tenmor to fend more and more for himself.
Seeking solitude, the pair arrived at Selentinas. Tenmor's father quickly moved to work, a steady, hard-working man who spoke little, even to his own son. Tenmor began to wander around Selentinas, too young to do much except begin learning his father's craft. It did not interested him, though. He instead watched the dragonriders with fascination, marveling at the great beasts. He grew steadily, still retaining the spark of youth. That all changed abruptly, though.
His father finally chose to tell him about his mother's demise. Tenmor had known for quite awhile, or at least suspected, that she was not to return. He had not known she was dead, though, and how such an event had come about. His father told him, fearing that his son might grow angry and seek vengeance as he might have once done. As it was, Tenmor did just the opposite. Such words matured him, darkening his cheery perspective on life. He grew calm, his small sad and wistful. Still, he was content. Again, this was not to last.
His father left unexpectedly one night, leaving no word to Tenmor of where he had gone or for what reason. Tenmor excepted the facts as they were. His father had left him alone for a long time, leaving him to fend for himself. Perhaps the only reason his father had stayed with him for so long had been to prepare him for a life alone. Tenmor did not know and never expected to do so.
He was alone, working various odd jobs around the Weyr, not quite a drudge, not quite a free man. His unease grew as Benden's power began to grow and stretch towards Selentinas, one of the last truly free Weyrs. Mutated Hatchlings, drama, death, destruction. Tenmor continued his random work, all the while watching over his shoulder. In his eyes, Benden was behind it all. In fact, they were behind a great deal of the panic and drama unfolding at the Weyr, but that mattered little. He would not bend to the north, never. He dedicated himself to working steadily to help what he could where he could. Still, there was nothing to stop his growing fear and sadness and he sank into the murks of depression, the only light on his horizon the possibility of seeing a Hatching.
Dragon[/u]
Name: Jedirth
Color: Bronze [CC7F32]
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: Tall, hansome, and lankey, this bronze looks as if he could be the twin of Sitieth and yet his exact opposite. Jedirth's coppery colored hide is only blemished by small brassy colored freckles that desend down his legs and from the base of his tail. Long limbs, perfectly shaped wings and a thinner tail allow the Bronze great speed in the air, although being as fast as he is cuts down on some of his overall strength. His lighter muscles are strong and able to endure long amounts of training, but they can't totally match up to the bronzes who have more bulk to their figure. Even though he is on the larger side of the scale, Jedirth will never purposely tower over other dragons, prefering to treat them with the gentle respect that they earn. And unlike his rival clutchmate, this bronze's features are welcoming and kind.
Personality: If you could describe Jedirth in one word it could very well be Traditional, he will always follow the rules and do what is right. He has an unwavering dedication to the Weyr and the possiblility that he could be willingly swayed from Selenitas is close to none. Although he might enforce the rules, Jedirth has an in bred sense to protect the other dragons that reside in the Weyr. Being the polar opposite of his bronze brother leaves him with the responsiblility of correcting the wrongs that Sitieth makes, his righteous nature kicks in whenever trouble erupts. Jeirth is a natural born leader, that aspect is shown from the very start, his detirmination and understanding makes him a perfect possible comander. He is very aware of the need to cooperate with others in order to further any effort, and is usually willing to compromise with others. Although he believes that being competitive in a friendly way is great for anyone's moral. Very fair- minded and impartial, Jedirth has the ability to sense injustice and the desire to take actions to make everything right again. If he is forced into making a desicion, the Bronze will look at both sides before making his final statement, and the outcome is usually based on his gut instinct. Which is usually correct... Jedirth may be the destined rival of Sitieth, but he is also a caring intelligant Dragon. He likes to spend time with humans and dragons a like, but one of his favorite pastimes is sunning on the beach with his Mine.
Salamandyr
Name: Cannibal [Can for short.]
Color: Brown [5E2612]
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: Tiny for a brown, even a salamandyr brown, this alabaster creature is a pale shade of brown. Darker markings paint his entire hide in swirls that appear almost tribal, stark shades of bitter klah against the paleness of his hide. Nothing blends together, rather remaining painted on in intricate, nearly geometric patterns, very exotic and strange. His delicate form and lithe movements are those of a dancer, and even the gentle thrum of his breathing seems, somehow, otherworldly. The tip of his tail is prone to twitch to express his emotions, along with the slightest movements of his frill. Only when he is truly angry will he flare his frill completely, revealing two russet spots that streak out into sunbursts.
Personality: In a human, this salamandyr’s personality could best be called “eccentric.” Impossibly to predict and incredibly erratic in behavior, this brown is constantly doing the weirdest things. He tastes absolutely everything, and seems to have a penchant for hiding, always popping out in the most inopportune of times. Rather than ever choose to learn what his minething desires, this boy will ignore everyone at times, then beg for attention minutes later. For some reason, he likes to rip up plants and carry around little bits of greenery in his mouth, spitting the mangled, pulped bits into areas that get interesting reactions. The floor, shoes, down shirts, into food, carefully deposited in ears…
Willing to at least coincide with firelizards and other draconids, this brown is convinced that they are lesser beings, and thus, not worth even paying attention to. No matter how hard a firelizard or dragon may work at gaining his attention, this brown will never regard them with anything, nor ever turn his attention to them. As far as he is concerned, only mammals and salamandyrs exist; the rest are just vaguely annoying rocks that he can’t sun on without getting into some sort of trouble. Interestingly, this brown likes to “paint,” finding things that stain and getting them all over his feet—then tracking them everywhere. Particular favorites will grow to include skin—including his—and assignments.
Salamandyr
Name: Hawk
Color: Green [003300]
Physical Appearance: Stunning dark green, this salamandyr is almost black. In fact, she truly looks more like a black creature with green highlights, as if the shadows of the jungle had come to life and scurried out in the form of a salamandyr. Paler markings, hardly visible, streak her body almost like the “feathers” which covered her shell, making her almost shimmer as she moves. Lithe and flexible, this girl is quite elegant, with long-spined frills and narrow, long wings which make her surprisingly maneuverable for a ‘mandyr, though she has incredibly low air endurance even for a salamandyr. Even her eyes seem dark-toned, the colors all muted blacker and a bit muddy, though this could be a result of her laid-back personality.
Personality: Gentle and quiet, this creature can be surprisingly decisive at times—mostly when she wants someone or something. Unafraid to label things as her (or others’) pets, this green has a strict mental ranking, and won’t deign to speak to anything below her (or refer to herself in other than the third person). However, she’ll do it quite politely and nicely; getting this green angry would take an incredible feat. Very laid-back, this ‘mandyr seems unwilling to display temperament of any kind—except, of course, hauteur. Interestingly enough, this green is one of the ones which prefers other greens to males, and will spend much of her time with others of her own color.
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Name: T'nmor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzeweyrling
Physical Appearance: Tenmor is of normal height for his age, somehow placed in the middle of everyone. He can be described as handsome, if gravitating towards plain by a bit. He has a slight build, wiry and athletically muscular. He tends to wear larger clothes, though, more out of habit than anything, so that he looks far scrawnier than he actually is. His skin is tanned from days spent in the sun, a light, warm brown.
In odd contrast to his sinewy body, his face is soft and heart-shaped. His bone structure is gently curving and rounded, giving him an almost constant boyish look, though never one that bespeaks of extra body fat. The most prominent part of his face's bone structure would center around his high cheek bones, which add a look of maturity to his otherwise soft face. Even his nose is slightly stub, 'cute' as some may call it, much to his displeasure. His eyes are a deep blue, relative to the shade of the early night sky. These dark eyes are slightly slanted, almost unnoticeable so, and framed by dark lashes. He wears his hair at varying lengths, often depending on his mood at the time. Sometimes his mahogany brown hair is pulled back, other times left to fall around his shoulders. His favorite cut, though, appears to be an uneven map-style that falls raggedly around his ears, longer on the back and sides and shorter in the front, so as to allow for actually seeing things.
His overlarge clothes are often plain and simple, mainly centering around sandy tans and almost black browns. He is often seen in only a single set of unadorned breeches and tunic, made of a tawny-hued wherhide with dark trim. The only color he wears is centered a deep crimson strip of hide that he wears around his throat. Despite being somewhat ashamed of it and considering it quite 'unmanly', he continues to were this simple necklace.
Personality: Tenmor is placid and calm, almost bordering on noncommittal at times. He prefers to take things slowly, allowing for a good deal of time and thought before coming to a decision. Because of his apparent lack of quick decision making, he is often assumed to be stupid and slow. Tenmor is anything but that. He can be quick and witty, making jokes, often at the expense of himself. He enjoys jokes, especially those that are subtle and take intelligence to notice.
His moments of sharp wit and humor aren't all that common, though. He is most often quiet and reserved, silently watching the world and contributing when he is needed. Despite his quiet nature, he enjoy conversations a great deal, even though he fails spectacularly at starting them. His version of a conversation starter would probably range somewhere around weather and herdbeasts, though of course neither are especially good topics to cover.
He does, of course, have quite a bit of affection for the ladies. He can be shy around them at times, though not overly so, his manner bordering on an inability to make smooth sentences. He prefers to take his time, never rushing into a relationship. Many are led to believe that he prefers friendship over love and he does not move to dispute this, watching with sly amusement. What about a woman is there not to love, after all?
Despite his placid nature, when Tenmor is moved to action, he does so quite quickly. He can be very vehement about protecting that which he loves, defending whatever it may be without a second thought. It takes a great deal to move him, though, and he rarely shows his anger. Situations that revolve around mutilation and death often move him to act, though he is rarely forced to do so.
History: Tenmor was originally born to a Weyr, his parents taking care of the herdbeasts at Benden. His parents were hardworking and loyal to their job, speaking only praise of the dragon riders. In his early years Tenmor grew up on stories of the brave and heroic riders, flying into the skies to fight the great enemy, Thread. Aspirations growing, he would often weave grass 'wings' and stick them on the backs of runnerbeasts, pretending that he was a rider.
Of course, that was no the reality of the Benden riders. When he was about 6, a horrible 'accident' occurred. While out tending to an injured herdbeast, his mother was spotted by a particularly sexist rider and accused of injuring the animal, instead of helping it. As it was, the words of a lowly herdbeast tender were not valued over that of an obviously superior rider. She was condemned as an example of those who dared to injure the food of a rider's mount.
Tenmor knew nothing of this. His father merely told him that his mother had already left the Weyr and that they were to follow and hopefully catch up with her soon. An eager Tenmor followed, happy to see more of the world than he had. He joyously frolicked as they moved, taking simply happiness from the world around him. His father, though, became steadily secluded, leaving Tenmor to fend more and more for himself.
Seeking solitude, the pair arrived at Selentinas. Tenmor's father quickly moved to work, a steady, hard-working man who spoke little, even to his own son. Tenmor began to wander around Selentinas, too young to do much except begin learning his father's craft. It did not interested him, though. He instead watched the dragonriders with fascination, marveling at the great beasts. He grew steadily, still retaining the spark of youth. That all changed abruptly, though.
His father finally chose to tell him about his mother's demise. Tenmor had known for quite awhile, or at least suspected, that she was not to return. He had not known she was dead, though, and how such an event had come about. His father told him, fearing that his son might grow angry and seek vengeance as he might have once done. As it was, Tenmor did just the opposite. Such words matured him, darkening his cheery perspective on life. He grew calm, his small sad and wistful. Still, he was content. Again, this was not to last.
His father left unexpectedly one night, leaving no word to Tenmor of where he had gone or for what reason. Tenmor excepted the facts as they were. His father had left him alone for a long time, leaving him to fend for himself. Perhaps the only reason his father had stayed with him for so long had been to prepare him for a life alone. Tenmor did not know and never expected to do so.
He was alone, working various odd jobs around the Weyr, not quite a drudge, not quite a free man. His unease grew as Benden's power began to grow and stretch towards Selentinas, one of the last truly free Weyrs. Mutated Hatchlings, drama, death, destruction. Tenmor continued his random work, all the while watching over his shoulder. In his eyes, Benden was behind it all. In fact, they were behind a great deal of the panic and drama unfolding at the Weyr, but that mattered little. He would not bend to the north, never. He dedicated himself to working steadily to help what he could where he could. Still, there was nothing to stop his growing fear and sadness and he sank into the murks of depression, the only light on his horizon the possibility of seeing a Hatching.
Dragon[/u]
Name: Jedirth
Color: Bronze [CC7F32]
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: Tall, hansome, and lankey, this bronze looks as if he could be the twin of Sitieth and yet his exact opposite. Jedirth's coppery colored hide is only blemished by small brassy colored freckles that desend down his legs and from the base of his tail. Long limbs, perfectly shaped wings and a thinner tail allow the Bronze great speed in the air, although being as fast as he is cuts down on some of his overall strength. His lighter muscles are strong and able to endure long amounts of training, but they can't totally match up to the bronzes who have more bulk to their figure. Even though he is on the larger side of the scale, Jedirth will never purposely tower over other dragons, prefering to treat them with the gentle respect that they earn. And unlike his rival clutchmate, this bronze's features are welcoming and kind.
Personality: If you could describe Jedirth in one word it could very well be Traditional, he will always follow the rules and do what is right. He has an unwavering dedication to the Weyr and the possiblility that he could be willingly swayed from Selenitas is close to none. Although he might enforce the rules, Jedirth has an in bred sense to protect the other dragons that reside in the Weyr. Being the polar opposite of his bronze brother leaves him with the responsiblility of correcting the wrongs that Sitieth makes, his righteous nature kicks in whenever trouble erupts. Jeirth is a natural born leader, that aspect is shown from the very start, his detirmination and understanding makes him a perfect possible comander. He is very aware of the need to cooperate with others in order to further any effort, and is usually willing to compromise with others. Although he believes that being competitive in a friendly way is great for anyone's moral. Very fair- minded and impartial, Jedirth has the ability to sense injustice and the desire to take actions to make everything right again. If he is forced into making a desicion, the Bronze will look at both sides before making his final statement, and the outcome is usually based on his gut instinct. Which is usually correct... Jedirth may be the destined rival of Sitieth, but he is also a caring intelligant Dragon. He likes to spend time with humans and dragons a like, but one of his favorite pastimes is sunning on the beach with his Mine.
Salamandyr
Name: Cannibal [Can for short.]
Color: Brown [5E2612]
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: Tiny for a brown, even a salamandyr brown, this alabaster creature is a pale shade of brown. Darker markings paint his entire hide in swirls that appear almost tribal, stark shades of bitter klah against the paleness of his hide. Nothing blends together, rather remaining painted on in intricate, nearly geometric patterns, very exotic and strange. His delicate form and lithe movements are those of a dancer, and even the gentle thrum of his breathing seems, somehow, otherworldly. The tip of his tail is prone to twitch to express his emotions, along with the slightest movements of his frill. Only when he is truly angry will he flare his frill completely, revealing two russet spots that streak out into sunbursts.
Personality: In a human, this salamandyr’s personality could best be called “eccentric.” Impossibly to predict and incredibly erratic in behavior, this brown is constantly doing the weirdest things. He tastes absolutely everything, and seems to have a penchant for hiding, always popping out in the most inopportune of times. Rather than ever choose to learn what his minething desires, this boy will ignore everyone at times, then beg for attention minutes later. For some reason, he likes to rip up plants and carry around little bits of greenery in his mouth, spitting the mangled, pulped bits into areas that get interesting reactions. The floor, shoes, down shirts, into food, carefully deposited in ears…
Willing to at least coincide with firelizards and other draconids, this brown is convinced that they are lesser beings, and thus, not worth even paying attention to. No matter how hard a firelizard or dragon may work at gaining his attention, this brown will never regard them with anything, nor ever turn his attention to them. As far as he is concerned, only mammals and salamandyrs exist; the rest are just vaguely annoying rocks that he can’t sun on without getting into some sort of trouble. Interestingly, this brown likes to “paint,” finding things that stain and getting them all over his feet—then tracking them everywhere. Particular favorites will grow to include skin—including his—and assignments.
Salamandyr
Name: Hawk
Color: Green [003300]
Physical Appearance: Stunning dark green, this salamandyr is almost black. In fact, she truly looks more like a black creature with green highlights, as if the shadows of the jungle had come to life and scurried out in the form of a salamandyr. Paler markings, hardly visible, streak her body almost like the “feathers” which covered her shell, making her almost shimmer as she moves. Lithe and flexible, this girl is quite elegant, with long-spined frills and narrow, long wings which make her surprisingly maneuverable for a ‘mandyr, though she has incredibly low air endurance even for a salamandyr. Even her eyes seem dark-toned, the colors all muted blacker and a bit muddy, though this could be a result of her laid-back personality.
Personality: Gentle and quiet, this creature can be surprisingly decisive at times—mostly when she wants someone or something. Unafraid to label things as her (or others’) pets, this green has a strict mental ranking, and won’t deign to speak to anything below her (or refer to herself in other than the third person). However, she’ll do it quite politely and nicely; getting this green angry would take an incredible feat. Very laid-back, this ‘mandyr seems unwilling to display temperament of any kind—except, of course, hauteur. Interestingly enough, this green is one of the ones which prefers other greens to males, and will spend much of her time with others of her own color.
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