Post by laudric on Mar 20, 2007 23:49:25 GMT -5
Name: Laudric
Age: 12 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Laudric’s short stature gives him the appearance of a much younger child, but upon gazing into the weyrbrat’s eyes it is apparent that while he may be young in years, Laudric is more mature than others give him credit for. His hair is a tousled, sandy brown, and hangs in thick strands around his eyes and ears, ending at the back of his neck. A handful of freckles provide a sharp contrast to his pale complexions, sprinkled across his straight nose and down his back. His eyes are a deep, dark brown similar to that of a thick batch of klah, and the lashes that protect them are long and light. Laudric’s mouth is framed by thin, bloodless lips, and usually quirked at the corner. Likewise, his eyebrows are also pale, but rather thick and furrowed. Altogether, Laudric comes off as a thoughtful youth, which he is, but he has been dealt strength and endurance when he would have liked grace and refinement.
Personality: Especially among his peers, Laudric is quiet and reserved. He isn’t quite sure how to act, and because of that prefers to blend into the background. Because of his keen hearing, this pastime often turns into unintentional spouts of eavesdropping. But whatever secrets he might learn he keeps to himself, secure in knowledge. Although people tend to take his shyness as pessimism, Laudric is in fact quite optimistic. For what is life without hope? He is loyal to a fault, and those who earn his trust will have it forever. He believes is security and routine, but admires the risks that others take, because it shows a independence that he wants for himself.
History: Both of Laudric’s parents were riders. His mother, Caula, and father, L’dir were two young greenriders who fell deeply in love with each other soon after graduating from weyrlinghood. They spent most of their free time exploring the South’s many beaches, no one was surprised when Caula became pregnant and gave birth to Laudric some months later. The weyr was putty in his pudgy little fingers. No nook, no crevice, no corridor was left unexplored. Sometimes alone, more often accompanied by some fellow weyrbrat, he set out to acquaint himself with his new home. It was a bit harder to get outside, but when the women of the lower caverns set out on fruit gathering expeditions, he invited himself along. Sometime during these trips Laudric started to sink into a quiet deep, where he could digest the flurry of information that grew around him on all sides. Did you know that the round, green fruit was poisonous if it’s juices got into your bloodstream, or that the purple red berries were best to eat when they were smallest? It was amazing.
It was during one of these trips that his group stumbled upon a firelizard clutch. Half mad with starvation, the young flitts had turned cannibal, and multicolored limbs littered the sandy, drenched in green ichor. There was only one thing to do—grabbing whatever fruits they had gathered, the weryfolk rushed toward the mass of seething life, intent on preserving it. When it was over, Laudric was covered in dragonsblood and weeping, but he’d managed to snare Mardi before a huge blue tore her leg off. From that moment on the gold was never far from his sight, and she from his; their roles were quickly reversed, although Laudric thought it was nice to have a protector for once. His parents were completely absorbed with their dragons and each other, and his lack of athleticism had gradually made him a target for the local weyr bullies. But now, when their taunts and gibes wounded, he could return the favor with talon and claw.
Having grown up around dragons, Laudric never considered them much until entering his candidacy. He’d passed his eleventh Turn, and weyr custom entitled him to the chance of Impression. Great, right? Maybe. And suddenly, dragons were all he could think about. His peers were ecstatic; hey, their parents were riders—now they’d get the chance to Impress, too! But Laudric was more concerned with the unknown mysteries that surrounded riding. How did one Impress? Was it the thoughts that one wondered immediately during the Hatching that counted, or was it the person’s individual personality that mattered? Mardi didn’t count. They had Impressed out of need, bonded to survive. But dragons had their pick. How could it be the same? But despite his doubts, he knew he was going to Stand. Nothing could keep him from it.
***
Name: Mardi
Color: Gold
Age: 2 Turns
Physical Appearance: Inheriting the draconic litheness characteristic of many firelizards, Mardi is long and lean. Her wings are naturally ragged, and while she is not as speedy as some of her kin, her expert control over these appendages makes her an expert in aerial maneuvers. A pale, submerged gold, her hide gleams with health and darkens around her snout, spine, and the base of her tail, while it lightens around her calves and wingtips. A tiny, knotted scar encircles her left foreleg, where a vicious clutchmate had attacked her during her Hatching.
Personality: Mardi is the polar opposite of Laudric. Where he is quiet, she fills the air with her (un)melodious shrieks and commands. But her bossiness is fueled with good intentions and a true desire to help people, especially her ‘charge’, as she likes to think of him. But don’t get in the way of her plans, because she has teeth for a reason, and isn’t afraid to show them off.
Age: 12 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Laudric’s short stature gives him the appearance of a much younger child, but upon gazing into the weyrbrat’s eyes it is apparent that while he may be young in years, Laudric is more mature than others give him credit for. His hair is a tousled, sandy brown, and hangs in thick strands around his eyes and ears, ending at the back of his neck. A handful of freckles provide a sharp contrast to his pale complexions, sprinkled across his straight nose and down his back. His eyes are a deep, dark brown similar to that of a thick batch of klah, and the lashes that protect them are long and light. Laudric’s mouth is framed by thin, bloodless lips, and usually quirked at the corner. Likewise, his eyebrows are also pale, but rather thick and furrowed. Altogether, Laudric comes off as a thoughtful youth, which he is, but he has been dealt strength and endurance when he would have liked grace and refinement.
Personality: Especially among his peers, Laudric is quiet and reserved. He isn’t quite sure how to act, and because of that prefers to blend into the background. Because of his keen hearing, this pastime often turns into unintentional spouts of eavesdropping. But whatever secrets he might learn he keeps to himself, secure in knowledge. Although people tend to take his shyness as pessimism, Laudric is in fact quite optimistic. For what is life without hope? He is loyal to a fault, and those who earn his trust will have it forever. He believes is security and routine, but admires the risks that others take, because it shows a independence that he wants for himself.
History: Both of Laudric’s parents were riders. His mother, Caula, and father, L’dir were two young greenriders who fell deeply in love with each other soon after graduating from weyrlinghood. They spent most of their free time exploring the South’s many beaches, no one was surprised when Caula became pregnant and gave birth to Laudric some months later. The weyr was putty in his pudgy little fingers. No nook, no crevice, no corridor was left unexplored. Sometimes alone, more often accompanied by some fellow weyrbrat, he set out to acquaint himself with his new home. It was a bit harder to get outside, but when the women of the lower caverns set out on fruit gathering expeditions, he invited himself along. Sometime during these trips Laudric started to sink into a quiet deep, where he could digest the flurry of information that grew around him on all sides. Did you know that the round, green fruit was poisonous if it’s juices got into your bloodstream, or that the purple red berries were best to eat when they were smallest? It was amazing.
It was during one of these trips that his group stumbled upon a firelizard clutch. Half mad with starvation, the young flitts had turned cannibal, and multicolored limbs littered the sandy, drenched in green ichor. There was only one thing to do—grabbing whatever fruits they had gathered, the weryfolk rushed toward the mass of seething life, intent on preserving it. When it was over, Laudric was covered in dragonsblood and weeping, but he’d managed to snare Mardi before a huge blue tore her leg off. From that moment on the gold was never far from his sight, and she from his; their roles were quickly reversed, although Laudric thought it was nice to have a protector for once. His parents were completely absorbed with their dragons and each other, and his lack of athleticism had gradually made him a target for the local weyr bullies. But now, when their taunts and gibes wounded, he could return the favor with talon and claw.
Having grown up around dragons, Laudric never considered them much until entering his candidacy. He’d passed his eleventh Turn, and weyr custom entitled him to the chance of Impression. Great, right? Maybe. And suddenly, dragons were all he could think about. His peers were ecstatic; hey, their parents were riders—now they’d get the chance to Impress, too! But Laudric was more concerned with the unknown mysteries that surrounded riding. How did one Impress? Was it the thoughts that one wondered immediately during the Hatching that counted, or was it the person’s individual personality that mattered? Mardi didn’t count. They had Impressed out of need, bonded to survive. But dragons had their pick. How could it be the same? But despite his doubts, he knew he was going to Stand. Nothing could keep him from it.
***
Name: Mardi
Color: Gold
Age: 2 Turns
Physical Appearance: Inheriting the draconic litheness characteristic of many firelizards, Mardi is long and lean. Her wings are naturally ragged, and while she is not as speedy as some of her kin, her expert control over these appendages makes her an expert in aerial maneuvers. A pale, submerged gold, her hide gleams with health and darkens around her snout, spine, and the base of her tail, while it lightens around her calves and wingtips. A tiny, knotted scar encircles her left foreleg, where a vicious clutchmate had attacked her during her Hatching.
Personality: Mardi is the polar opposite of Laudric. Where he is quiet, she fills the air with her (un)melodious shrieks and commands. But her bossiness is fueled with good intentions and a true desire to help people, especially her ‘charge’, as she likes to think of him. But don’t get in the way of her plans, because she has teeth for a reason, and isn’t afraid to show them off.