Post by Rei on Jan 15, 2011 17:53:03 GMT -5
Name: Er'ani (Previously Eroiani)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (possibly Bisexual with STRONG pref for women)
Rank: Wingrider/(Albino) Bluerider
Born : December 13th 2998
Family:
Mother: Roniani of Green Quicoteth (deceased)
Father: Er’ian of Brown Cristandrith
Brother: E’rro of Brown Ismaroth
Son: Easrian
Daughter: Rioana
Playby: Eric Saade
Physical Appearance:
Er’ani has dark hair. It’s not a true black but it’s dark enough to almost pass for it certainly. When sunlight strikes his hair just right the coppery tone to it is easily seen. His dark hair is often kept short and he rarely lets it grow to his shoulders. It’s normally unkempt and messy but somehow it suits him certainly. It’s a good thing it suits him to because taming it is near impossible it seems. The dark hair frames a rather angular face. His nose is prominent but not terribly so and he has high cheekbones with fairly deep set eyes. His eyes are dark. An almost chocolate brown in fact and the seem to always contain a little sparkle of warmth in them. Even if sometimes that warmth is faked.
Er’ani maxes out at a height of almost 6 foot and his skin tends to default on the lighter side of the spectrum. Too call him pale would not be wrong. Unfortunately no matter how careful he is with time spent in the sun he tends to burn more easily than he tans. As he matured he gained a decent amount of muscle mass though he isn’t hugely muscular nor will he likely ever be. Instead he boasts a body type somewhere between lean and muscular. He definitely could no longer be called skinny and awkward. He takes great pains to keep himself fit and can often be found running or practicing some other physical activity in the mornings. Er’ani used to be a tad uncoordinated normally and downright clumsy at his worst but most of that passed with his adolescence. How he moves with more poise and stability then he ever has before. His wardrobe seems to take after his brother’s now. Maybe it’s a northern habit but the majority of his clothing is long sleeved and of darker colors. Browns and blacks being most dominant.
Personality:
Er’ani seems to be in a good mood more often than a bad one. But really that’s just how he chooses to carry himself. In fact he’s very prone to bouts of depression. He just covers it up with his favorite activity. Clowning around. Whenever the man is reprimanded he immediately tries to negates it by becoming silly and over the top cheerful, even using himself as a scapegoat to get a laugh from his wing if needed. Er’ani is smart even if he lacks discipline. He’s much better at tactics than anything requiring feats of strength. He’s more at home in the world of books, puzzles, and plans than he is in any other area. Although the downside to this is that the man often resides fully in the world of his own thoughts. And even though he is good at making plans for others he seems to not have the ability to follow or make plans for himself. In fact Er’ani is prone to spur of the moment actions when it comes to himself.
He has his clear likes and dislikes. Still Er’ani usually isn’t one to come to snap judgments unless he’s got a lot of strong emotion about a subject. Then snap judgments are far more common. He really does exist in a world of grey. There is not much in the way of clear black or white in his views and he has very loose morals. Things that would bother normal people or upset them just don’t seem to resonate strongly within Er’ani at all.
Despite being rather outgoing and cheerful Er’ani doesn’t seem to attract may close friends. Probably because he has a bit of a trust issue. His full trust is not won easily. Though once you win his trust you have a friend for life that would brave the seven hells for you if you only asked. He’s beyond loyal to those he considers friends and family. As far as relationships go. He’s a bit of a loose cannon. As a teenager he slept around a lot and had no lack of partners. In current turns he’s not as spur of the moment in his bed partners and seems to show more discretion in choosing them as well. Even only keeping in contact with a few favorites. Whether he will ever settle down or not remains to be seen. Regardless, if he did, it would likely take some kind of woman.
History:
2998 - 3010 Birth, Childhood
Eroiani was born in 2998 to Benden dragonriders Roniani of Green Quicoteth and Er’ian of Brown Cristandrith. He was proceeded by one other child. His brother, who at that time had the name Erron, was only three when Eroiani came onto the scene. Both children were born in the hopes that they could be crafted into ideal riders. Erron it seemed nicely fit this mold. His younger brother Eroiani, well they had hope at least. Unfortunately hope isn’t always enough. The boys were raised with love and care but it was obvious from a young age who fit in more with what Benden desired and so Erron was gifted with the majority of Benden’s attention leaving Er’ian and Roniani more control over Eroiani’s mindset.
The child loved both of his parents immensely but was obviously more attached to his mother than his father. It was she who took gave the boy the majority of his lessons until her unfortunate death during a aerial dispute in 1305. Eroiani only ten turns at the time took her death hard. Very hard. He slipped into a depression that only seemed to worsen as the days past. The only bright spot in the boy’s life was his older brother Erron. He idolized his older brother who, unlike so few others, seemed to radiant strength and confidence. The hero worship of his older sibling only grew as Erron finally impressed, becoming E’rro to brown Ismaroth. However with impression E’rro became almost sullen and withdrawn. Eroiani was quickly losing his older brother and there seemed to be no way to stop it. Then only a few months after the young gold pair Millieth and Kaegan defected from Benden and fled to Selenitas, E’rro and Ismaroth were sent with a group of other weyrlings to retrieve her. Eroiani’s brother never returned. Believing his brother dead, like his mother, Eroiani again slipped into a deep depression. However the boy did not get much time to mourn as he was finally of age to become a candidate and he was quickly taken into the ranks with the other boys. His teaching had begun in earnest.
3011-3014 Benden Candidate, J’lorin
Unfortunately Eroiani’s lessons did not seem to go as his teachers wanted. The child was bright but he was near worthless as a fighter. He didn’t have the grace, drive, or natural ability for it. Instead he was rather clumsy, easily overpowered and didn’t seem to have his heart in it. Naturally they tried to instill better discipline into him the only way they knew how. Pain and humiliation. Unfortunately this seemed to backfire as Eroiani coped the only way he knew how. He turned it into some type of game, turning the humiliation into hilarious slights against himself and causing trouble whenever he could, all in the name of fun of course. The boy was becoming quite the class clown. His fellow candidates adored him. His teachers not so much. Eroiani became adept at avoiding their wrath however. Devising creative ways to get into trouble and still come out of it smelling like a rose. You see the boy was more a tactician than a fighter. He had the brains and the planning but not much in the way of brawn.
When it came to standing for clutches, as a candidate without much fighting prowess, he was mostly standing for the clutches of the drugged junior queens. The problem with that? Eroiani hated mutation dragons. Not because of what they were. But because of the pain and trauma they inevitably caused. Because everyone knew most of them ended up culled. He hated that. Hated seeing the sorrow, death, and lost hope it brought to his classmates. Culling was a sad but required action and the boy grew up believing it a necessary evil. That didn’t mean he liked it. Thus Eroiani often tried to purposely end up in the infirmary on hatching day simply so we would not have to stand and risk impressing something that would just be taken from him. Something that might break him apart. He wanted a strong capable dragon. One he could use to help prove to everyone that he had something to offer. Perhaps if he could impress a bronze….or even a brown like his brother. Then maybe they would see. Brawn wasn’t everything. There were other ways to be strong.
Of course Eroiani was aware of the others weyrs around them. But no more than the other candidates were. Most of what he heard about them was second hand from the rumors floating about. The Siege of Selenitas however hit a little closer to home. C’leon their Weyrleader was taken from them and although Eroiani wasn’t always sure what to make of C’leon, and at times even thought he had disliked the man, one thing was certain. He did hated the usurper J’lorin from Fort who now reigned over them. Like most of the rest Eroiani had been born hating Fort and J’lorin represented all that was Fort. Thus the boy began to hate his new weyrleader too.
3015 Midnight Promises, Impression
Rumors quietly circulated through the weyr gossip channels about a rouge band of true Benden supporters. One’s who hated J’lorin. Supporters who’s ultimate goal was to take back the weyr for Benden. Eroiani was curious about these people. Disliked J’lorin enough to want to see the man displaced. Thus one day in the absurdly early morning hours then a rebel wasteland bluerider was brave enough to appear and approach the Benden candidates in the barracks Eroiani listened with the others. The man had come to offer them a chance at retaking Benden. To stand for a clutch laid by the rebel weyr’s new gold. The man talked a good game and with visions of grander Eroiani jumped at the chance, leaving with a few of his fellow candidates that night for what they thought was a new weyr. Where they ended up was Selenitas.
It seemed the rebel weyr who called themselves Wasteland had somehow overtaken Selenitas and the clutch Eroiani would stand for was none other than the Senior Queen’s. Millieth. The old defecting gold from long ago. Paired with Ja'kin’s bronze Demotaeth. The teen was anxious and a bit wary. Doubly so when he got onto the sands and saw some of the full grown Selenitas dragons ringing the stadium. One with four wings. Another with two tails…. So it was true then, the rumors. Millieth indeed bred mutations just like the other Benden golds who had been drugged. Eroiani wished the rumors were false. There wasn’t time for the teenager to make up an excuse to not stand. He was already there on the sands and besides….Selenitas had only one gold now. The huge golden nervous wreck before him.
The hatching happened in a flurry of activity and amongst tension so thick you could almost taste it. Eroiani hated it. Hated the mutations that spilled from the shells. Hated the pain they were going to cause to the people watching and to those who unfortunately impressed. The teen wasn’t dumb. He had noticed how the meat had been set up, had noticed the Benden riders milling about the sands, the paleness of the Weyrwoman who stood shaking like a leaf beside her equally upset golden mind mate. It was a setup. They would be culled. Then it happened. One of the eggs shattered and was immediately blocked by it’s clutch siblings. There was the barest stirring against his mind but Eroiani forced himself to believe that he was…imagining it. He couldn’t impress. Not to one of this bunch. But as the gold hatchling in the clutch found hers, and the rest impressed as well, the hidden hatchling who was as perhaps as white as his robes made it’s way over to him. As the wet nose nudged at the hem of his robes and those red whirling eyes claimed his Eroiani bit back a sob. It…wasn’t supposed to be this way. No. It couldn’t. The baby couldn’t possibly…but there was no denying the words. No denying the loving tone they were voiced in as the little pale wobbly hatchling oozed adoration at him.
Er'ani, I am Lketh. I may look different, but I would like to be fed...please. Er’ani…he was….Er’ani now. Holding it together for the little blue?’s sake the teen had just begun to try and draw the little pale creature towards the food when movement was seen out of the corner of his eye. The culling had begun. As ichor and blood hit the sands Er’ani had eyes for only two things. The rider making his way for Lketh blade drawn and the massive angry gold charging straight at him. Pushing the small hatching behind him Er’ani faced his opponent, hoping against hope that the massive mother behind him wouldn’t accidentally crush her own offspring in her fury. He wasn’t going to go down without at fight. If he had to be killed or stabbed defending his new dragon…then so be it.
It happened in a blur of slow motion. Milleth’s arrival, the Benden green being crushed beneath her, the browns tumbling across the sands in a bloody tangle, keens and cries of rage both human and dragon. All Er’ani really had eyes for was Lketh. Standing on already trembling and unsteady legs beside him. Throwing his arms around the pale trembling baby the teenager did his best to comfort the albino in the aftermath. Even as golden Millieth gently herded the pair both between her front legs and Lketh obediently instructed him to cover his ears. The gold’s roar still shook the new weyrling to the bone. Then…it was all over. Er’ani stood stiff and ridged through the young blonde dragonhealer’s exanimation of his albino hatchling. Heard this Erilena’s whispered reassurances from almost a distance, dimly realizing that she looked as scared as he felt inside. Her empathy made no sense to him, and it wouldn’t till later. Nevertheless somehow Lketh passed her examination and he quickly scooped the small albino up into his arms carrying him to the loose groping of surviving weyrlings. What a sad, small, and pitiful group they were.
That night he demanded Lketh share his bed, arms wrapped protectively around the small dragon. Although Lketh slept fitfully Er’ani didn’t get a wink of sleep. Instead he kept one hand on his dragon and another on the blade he kept under his pillow. He didn’t trust these wasteland people. He didn’t want this impression and yet at the same time he did. One thing was certain. His entire world had just been turned upside down, shaken, and mixed up.
3016 ,Weyrling training
It quickly became apparent that the albino dragon that Er’ani managed to impress was not any ordinary hatchling. Lketh had things that made him different. Physically he couldn’t tolerate sunlight. His hide would burn and blister if the teenager wasn’t careful and eventually special tinted goggles needed to be made to protect his sensitive eyes from the sun as well. Special supplements had to be made for the young dragon in addition because he could not synthesize vitamins most normal dragons gained from basking in sunlight. Mentally however Lketh was something of a genius. Able to actually read Pernese written language and easily work out complex puzzles and codes. Although the male’s intelligence seemed to came at the price of a memory span of a goldfish for rider and dragon names and faces. At least the albino retained his learned logic. All these physical differences however made it glaringly apparent that the albino pair were not completely safe. They had to work doubly hard in lessons to prove to the leading aspects of the weyr that Lketh could be useful. That his mutations did not make him a waste of space and thus slot him for death in the near future.
It was in the first days of his bond with Lketh that Er’ani learned that his brother E’rro of Ismaroth was indeed alive and well. Although alive his older brother had been exiled from the weyr he now called home by the invading wastelanders. Overjoyed at this bit of news the albinorider actually got a chance to reconnect with his long lost brother at a gather in Hyphen. Unfortunately the exiled riders were found at the same gather and E’rro and his band of exiled were forced to retreat lest they be killed. Still the chance meeting with his brother rekindled hope in Er’ani and a fierce desire to make his brother proud and reconnect with him someday.
It was their Weyrlingmasters, M’ta and brown Behruth, that the albino pair relied on for guidance. Their scarce bunch of classmates that they looked to for friendship, support, and inspiration as the young albino pair struggled to find and build themselves in that uncertain time. Er’ani felt a strong connection to his classmates and teacher. A strong enough connection that there was nothing he would not do to keep them safe. Nothing. As was evidenced when his teacher got wrapped up in some trouble with a Wastelander and his classmates began
3017 Earthquake, Merge, Pet plague[/u]
His graduation from weyrlinghood was quickly coming upon him and when they finally did graduate Lketh and Er’ani were put on a wing who’s main purpose was to destroy thread. The albino pair performed their duties in the air with diligence. It was on the ground were Er’ani was something of a terror teenager. Spreading trouble and chaos wherever he went. He had no shortage of bed partners despite his idiosyncrasies either. If he wasn’t known for the bizarre color of his dragon he was certainly known for his wild behavior. Life continued for the troubled teenager and his dragon, the pair keeping an eye on Wasteland just in case.
However before Wasteland could gear up to do anything nature took matters into her own hands. A massive earthquake rocked the weyr and completely destroyed it. Lketh and Er’ani made it out unscathed save for a few scratches and participated in the rescue efforts. When rescue for the weyr came in the form of Burimyu Er’ani was only to glad to merge with the other weyr and finally reconnect with his long lost brother. As things in the weyr ironed themselves out and people began to reconnect the teenager found himself in a new stomping grounds. One would think this out tone down his wild behavior. But really it only made him worse for a time as he explored his new home.
The only thing that seemed to effect the boy was the impression that turn of his green salamandyr Calypso, followed by the death of his firelizard Snowdrop in the plague that ran though the weyr at the end of that turn.
3018- 3019 Border skirmishes, War, Fort clean up, Flights[/u]
As 3018 rolled in with it came talks of war. Er’ani and Lketh turned their attention to the whispers. The albinorider was eager to prove himself and his wingleader saw that. When finally the benden alliance was tied Lketh and Er’ani quickly found themselves going north. Though they had to darken Lketh’s hide for the most part the albino did not seem to mind his new war paint. The pair quickly immersed themselves in the skirmishes and Lketh showed a knack for being eerily precise in his attacks. Though the albino dragon completed his duties with cold indifference Er’ani couldn’t help but feel a personal guilt for every dragon that fell before them. The young man tempered his depression by finding more and more women to bed in the desire to keep his mind from being claimed with depression.
The albino pair participated in the major battle that spelled an end for Fort as well and emerged with nothing more then a few tiny scratches. By this time, though Lketh had no preference, Er’ani was too nerve wracked to fight anymore and he was glad to leave the hunting down of rebels to the others while he went back to thread. He didn’t have to feel bad killing thread. It was during this turn that Lketh for some reason seemed to show a stronger preference and desire to chase in flights. Either the albino’s lust had finally reached a breaking point or he was trying to help his rider the only way he knew how. In either case the albino managed to catch Minth of Anusha and Istarith or Rosanna in back to back flights. Normally this would not be something of much importance to note. If not for the fact that both women ended up pregnant from the flights and both showed a desire to keep the babies…..just his luck. He spent the reaminedr of that turn keeping his head down int eh desire to avoid his hormonal flight partners. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t strangely curious about what having kids of his own would be like.
3020-3022 Children, Inverness, Adjustment[/u]
Easrian was born to Anusha and Roiana to Rosanna just a week or so apart in may of 3020. Er’ani managed to ninja name his daughter while Rosanna was recovering and his son’s name had been previously decided on in a joint effort. Though Er’ani had different relationships with both mothers one thing was certain. He loved his children to bits. When Inverness was built he was only too happy that they all would be at the same weyr he was going to be residing in. Even if he would miss his brother and close friends who would remain south, at least he had his children. Though his relationship with Rosanna could be called ‘interesting’ and maybe sexually charged at best his relationship with Anusha seems to be a lot tamer.
Despite the interesting issues regarding his children and baby mommas Er’ani adjusted to life in Inverness very well. The young man really never had much trouble adjusting to situations as long as he had outlet for his more wild tendencies and this time was no different. He really had no opinion on the bans put on them by the summit. It didn’t effect him much for one and for two he didn’t honestly see what everyone was bellyaching about. So what if riders were in holds and weyrs? Didn’t that just give them more influence in the end if you really stopped to think about it?
Current[/u]
Currently the albino rider performs his job without complaint. When he’s not fighting thread he spends his time practicing his archery in hunting trips, playing with his kids, dealing with is baby mommas, or making his own fun anyway that he can. Sure he’s tamed some in his age but that doesn’t mean that life has to be boring. Come on now? What is really wrong with not acting your age sometimes?
Dragon:
Name: Lketh (luh-keh-th)
Age: 7 Turns
Born: December 3015
Color: Blue (Albino) #E6E8FA
Appearance:
If not for a mutation in his genome, this male would have been a Blue. Upon reaching maturity, Lketh will be anywhere between about 25 to 26 feet in length, certainly in the perimeters of his color. A long serpentine neck will match an equally long tail, giving his body and legs the appearance of being shorter than normal. Broad wings sit on his back and are more than able to keep him aloft. Lightly packed muscle under a thin layer of fat gives this Blue a powerful advantage when it comes to strength and speed in the air. On the ground, Lketh is an interesting sight to behold. While not graceful in his gait, it has a charm all of its own. He shuffles across the ground. His legs moving in quick and rapid procession, taking small strides rather than the longer ones he is capable of.
Because of his hide's lack of pigmentation, Lketh is white with a greenish undertone and his eyes seem to be permanently a creamy red. In other words, Albino. Like humans with this condition this Blue needs to be careful of how much sun exposure he gets, especially when he's younger. If he gets too much Lketh will sunburn, this will need to be treated right away so no lasting damage to his Hide will be done. Sun balm and other burn preventative measures can be used. Whenever the Blue eats, he will need to take supplements with his meat. His will have to requisition special vitamins from the Dragonhealers so that Lketh can receive the nutrients that his hide cannot make on it's own, most important of those is vitamin D. Unfortunately the steps for his health do not stop there. Eventually special, tinted goggles might have to be made for day flights because there is a chance he could develop a slight sensitivity to bright light.
Personality:
Things that should normally bother a Dragon just don't bother Lketh. He is highly logical and looks at everything from that standpoint, almost becoming completely impartial to the things around him. Connecting emotionally is both an easy and a challenging process for the Blue. By nature he takes the part of the observer, doing whatever is required of him to make a bigger picture. But he also just takes a shine to things without rhyme or reason. For example, Lketh may like paintings but hates paint for no other reason than he just doesn't like it. And while he can show everything from happiness to depression, he never gets angry. Just... concerned. If attacked he'll fight back but with no joy or vengeance, rather a hollow sort of curiosity. He has emotions but they are infrequent expressed and randomly appear out of the blue. Much like how he talks. He speaks very little but when it does its usually profound, or, unexpected.
He's different. Lketh accepts this and knows no one else will ever be able to relate to his situation. He feels as though he has this sort of detachment to the world. Where everything all at once both concerns him and doesn't. Like he's stepped out of time and nothing can touch him, yet affect him all the same. The best way he can describe it, is as if he is reading the world from a fictitious book and he is so involved he feels like he's right there with the characters. As real to him as any of the others. But somewhere in the back of his mind, there is a nagging sense that tries to tell him that everything is just a story.
But despite this, Lketh has some amazing mental talents. He has the ability to calculate complex mathematical problems in his head, and produce the answers of more simple problems faster than any human who has learned how to do their numbers. He also has the capability of understanding the written Pernese language, decoding simple ciphers and other encrypted sequences become easy for him in the process. On the flip side, Lketh has an absolutely horrible time remembering faces and names. He just can't retain the stored knowledge on Dragons or people, relying heavily on how they feel mentally as a signature of who they are. He will vaguely remember friends who he has spent at least a Turn around, although the one person he will never forget is His. They are mentally connected after all.
Pets
Firelizard ~ Died in pet plague
Name: Snowdrop
Color: Green #00cc99/#005306/#00ffd2
Age: (born March 3016)
Vengeance Green
Name: Calypso
Species: Salamandyr
Age: 5 turns
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Er’ani
Color Codes: C5E3BF -Primary ; e0eee0-Secondary ; eedc82-Membranes
Appearance:
A soft, pale green, she is long for her color but very, very thin. All of her limbs, too, are on the long side. She tends to spend most of her time curled up in various stately poses to showcase her form to its best advantage, since in motion she tends to look simply thin and bony. She takes after her dam when it comes to her wings, which are overlarge as well as long and they can be draped neatly over most of her body like a sort of cloak. Membranes of these and her frill are a delicate, soft gold, and there’s a faint pattern of white tracing in fine filigree all along her hide which makes it look like its alive in most lighting, flowing over her body.
Personality:
If ever there was a proper lady, this green personifies it. Or at least she seems to be very much concerned with her dignity and tries her very best to speak with perfect grammar and word choice as if she were royalty. You will never see her making a mess or moving quickly or conversing with flits or lesser ‘mandyrs as this is clearly all well beneath her dignity. In fact, despite this decidedly trumped up view of herself, this ‘queen’ would seem altogether a boring sort of creature. Never acting up or doing anything strange.
That said, she has her own deep, dark secrets (that likely will end up being not so secret the way other salamandyrs talk). You see, the Vengeance Green knew that the Storm Brown was her lifemate from the moment the pair Hatched, and spends the majority of her time scheming, arranging and doing terrible things to those females who receive his attentions. Some of these she shares privately with Hers when her anger has been particularly aroused, which is whenever her male mates with another. Ironically, she won’t have a male other than the Storm Brown in her own Runs, though she’ll take a green if he doesn’t show. (Apparently it’s not cheating if it’s not a male. No one ever said ‘mandyr logic made sense.)
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (possibly Bisexual with STRONG pref for women)
Rank: Wingrider/(Albino) Bluerider
Born : December 13th 2998
Family:
Mother: Roniani of Green Quicoteth (deceased)
Father: Er’ian of Brown Cristandrith
Brother: E’rro of Brown Ismaroth
Son: Easrian
Daughter: Rioana
Playby: Eric Saade
Physical Appearance:
Er’ani has dark hair. It’s not a true black but it’s dark enough to almost pass for it certainly. When sunlight strikes his hair just right the coppery tone to it is easily seen. His dark hair is often kept short and he rarely lets it grow to his shoulders. It’s normally unkempt and messy but somehow it suits him certainly. It’s a good thing it suits him to because taming it is near impossible it seems. The dark hair frames a rather angular face. His nose is prominent but not terribly so and he has high cheekbones with fairly deep set eyes. His eyes are dark. An almost chocolate brown in fact and the seem to always contain a little sparkle of warmth in them. Even if sometimes that warmth is faked.
Er’ani maxes out at a height of almost 6 foot and his skin tends to default on the lighter side of the spectrum. Too call him pale would not be wrong. Unfortunately no matter how careful he is with time spent in the sun he tends to burn more easily than he tans. As he matured he gained a decent amount of muscle mass though he isn’t hugely muscular nor will he likely ever be. Instead he boasts a body type somewhere between lean and muscular. He definitely could no longer be called skinny and awkward. He takes great pains to keep himself fit and can often be found running or practicing some other physical activity in the mornings. Er’ani used to be a tad uncoordinated normally and downright clumsy at his worst but most of that passed with his adolescence. How he moves with more poise and stability then he ever has before. His wardrobe seems to take after his brother’s now. Maybe it’s a northern habit but the majority of his clothing is long sleeved and of darker colors. Browns and blacks being most dominant.
Personality:
Er’ani seems to be in a good mood more often than a bad one. But really that’s just how he chooses to carry himself. In fact he’s very prone to bouts of depression. He just covers it up with his favorite activity. Clowning around. Whenever the man is reprimanded he immediately tries to negates it by becoming silly and over the top cheerful, even using himself as a scapegoat to get a laugh from his wing if needed. Er’ani is smart even if he lacks discipline. He’s much better at tactics than anything requiring feats of strength. He’s more at home in the world of books, puzzles, and plans than he is in any other area. Although the downside to this is that the man often resides fully in the world of his own thoughts. And even though he is good at making plans for others he seems to not have the ability to follow or make plans for himself. In fact Er’ani is prone to spur of the moment actions when it comes to himself.
He has his clear likes and dislikes. Still Er’ani usually isn’t one to come to snap judgments unless he’s got a lot of strong emotion about a subject. Then snap judgments are far more common. He really does exist in a world of grey. There is not much in the way of clear black or white in his views and he has very loose morals. Things that would bother normal people or upset them just don’t seem to resonate strongly within Er’ani at all.
Despite being rather outgoing and cheerful Er’ani doesn’t seem to attract may close friends. Probably because he has a bit of a trust issue. His full trust is not won easily. Though once you win his trust you have a friend for life that would brave the seven hells for you if you only asked. He’s beyond loyal to those he considers friends and family. As far as relationships go. He’s a bit of a loose cannon. As a teenager he slept around a lot and had no lack of partners. In current turns he’s not as spur of the moment in his bed partners and seems to show more discretion in choosing them as well. Even only keeping in contact with a few favorites. Whether he will ever settle down or not remains to be seen. Regardless, if he did, it would likely take some kind of woman.
History:
2998 - 3010 Birth, Childhood
Eroiani was born in 2998 to Benden dragonriders Roniani of Green Quicoteth and Er’ian of Brown Cristandrith. He was proceeded by one other child. His brother, who at that time had the name Erron, was only three when Eroiani came onto the scene. Both children were born in the hopes that they could be crafted into ideal riders. Erron it seemed nicely fit this mold. His younger brother Eroiani, well they had hope at least. Unfortunately hope isn’t always enough. The boys were raised with love and care but it was obvious from a young age who fit in more with what Benden desired and so Erron was gifted with the majority of Benden’s attention leaving Er’ian and Roniani more control over Eroiani’s mindset.
The child loved both of his parents immensely but was obviously more attached to his mother than his father. It was she who took gave the boy the majority of his lessons until her unfortunate death during a aerial dispute in 1305. Eroiani only ten turns at the time took her death hard. Very hard. He slipped into a depression that only seemed to worsen as the days past. The only bright spot in the boy’s life was his older brother Erron. He idolized his older brother who, unlike so few others, seemed to radiant strength and confidence. The hero worship of his older sibling only grew as Erron finally impressed, becoming E’rro to brown Ismaroth. However with impression E’rro became almost sullen and withdrawn. Eroiani was quickly losing his older brother and there seemed to be no way to stop it. Then only a few months after the young gold pair Millieth and Kaegan defected from Benden and fled to Selenitas, E’rro and Ismaroth were sent with a group of other weyrlings to retrieve her. Eroiani’s brother never returned. Believing his brother dead, like his mother, Eroiani again slipped into a deep depression. However the boy did not get much time to mourn as he was finally of age to become a candidate and he was quickly taken into the ranks with the other boys. His teaching had begun in earnest.
3011-3014 Benden Candidate, J’lorin
Unfortunately Eroiani’s lessons did not seem to go as his teachers wanted. The child was bright but he was near worthless as a fighter. He didn’t have the grace, drive, or natural ability for it. Instead he was rather clumsy, easily overpowered and didn’t seem to have his heart in it. Naturally they tried to instill better discipline into him the only way they knew how. Pain and humiliation. Unfortunately this seemed to backfire as Eroiani coped the only way he knew how. He turned it into some type of game, turning the humiliation into hilarious slights against himself and causing trouble whenever he could, all in the name of fun of course. The boy was becoming quite the class clown. His fellow candidates adored him. His teachers not so much. Eroiani became adept at avoiding their wrath however. Devising creative ways to get into trouble and still come out of it smelling like a rose. You see the boy was more a tactician than a fighter. He had the brains and the planning but not much in the way of brawn.
When it came to standing for clutches, as a candidate without much fighting prowess, he was mostly standing for the clutches of the drugged junior queens. The problem with that? Eroiani hated mutation dragons. Not because of what they were. But because of the pain and trauma they inevitably caused. Because everyone knew most of them ended up culled. He hated that. Hated seeing the sorrow, death, and lost hope it brought to his classmates. Culling was a sad but required action and the boy grew up believing it a necessary evil. That didn’t mean he liked it. Thus Eroiani often tried to purposely end up in the infirmary on hatching day simply so we would not have to stand and risk impressing something that would just be taken from him. Something that might break him apart. He wanted a strong capable dragon. One he could use to help prove to everyone that he had something to offer. Perhaps if he could impress a bronze….or even a brown like his brother. Then maybe they would see. Brawn wasn’t everything. There were other ways to be strong.
Of course Eroiani was aware of the others weyrs around them. But no more than the other candidates were. Most of what he heard about them was second hand from the rumors floating about. The Siege of Selenitas however hit a little closer to home. C’leon their Weyrleader was taken from them and although Eroiani wasn’t always sure what to make of C’leon, and at times even thought he had disliked the man, one thing was certain. He did hated the usurper J’lorin from Fort who now reigned over them. Like most of the rest Eroiani had been born hating Fort and J’lorin represented all that was Fort. Thus the boy began to hate his new weyrleader too.
3015 Midnight Promises, Impression
Rumors quietly circulated through the weyr gossip channels about a rouge band of true Benden supporters. One’s who hated J’lorin. Supporters who’s ultimate goal was to take back the weyr for Benden. Eroiani was curious about these people. Disliked J’lorin enough to want to see the man displaced. Thus one day in the absurdly early morning hours then a rebel wasteland bluerider was brave enough to appear and approach the Benden candidates in the barracks Eroiani listened with the others. The man had come to offer them a chance at retaking Benden. To stand for a clutch laid by the rebel weyr’s new gold. The man talked a good game and with visions of grander Eroiani jumped at the chance, leaving with a few of his fellow candidates that night for what they thought was a new weyr. Where they ended up was Selenitas.
It seemed the rebel weyr who called themselves Wasteland had somehow overtaken Selenitas and the clutch Eroiani would stand for was none other than the Senior Queen’s. Millieth. The old defecting gold from long ago. Paired with Ja'kin’s bronze Demotaeth. The teen was anxious and a bit wary. Doubly so when he got onto the sands and saw some of the full grown Selenitas dragons ringing the stadium. One with four wings. Another with two tails…. So it was true then, the rumors. Millieth indeed bred mutations just like the other Benden golds who had been drugged. Eroiani wished the rumors were false. There wasn’t time for the teenager to make up an excuse to not stand. He was already there on the sands and besides….Selenitas had only one gold now. The huge golden nervous wreck before him.
The hatching happened in a flurry of activity and amongst tension so thick you could almost taste it. Eroiani hated it. Hated the mutations that spilled from the shells. Hated the pain they were going to cause to the people watching and to those who unfortunately impressed. The teen wasn’t dumb. He had noticed how the meat had been set up, had noticed the Benden riders milling about the sands, the paleness of the Weyrwoman who stood shaking like a leaf beside her equally upset golden mind mate. It was a setup. They would be culled. Then it happened. One of the eggs shattered and was immediately blocked by it’s clutch siblings. There was the barest stirring against his mind but Eroiani forced himself to believe that he was…imagining it. He couldn’t impress. Not to one of this bunch. But as the gold hatchling in the clutch found hers, and the rest impressed as well, the hidden hatchling who was as perhaps as white as his robes made it’s way over to him. As the wet nose nudged at the hem of his robes and those red whirling eyes claimed his Eroiani bit back a sob. It…wasn’t supposed to be this way. No. It couldn’t. The baby couldn’t possibly…but there was no denying the words. No denying the loving tone they were voiced in as the little pale wobbly hatchling oozed adoration at him.
Er'ani, I am Lketh. I may look different, but I would like to be fed...please. Er’ani…he was….Er’ani now. Holding it together for the little blue?’s sake the teen had just begun to try and draw the little pale creature towards the food when movement was seen out of the corner of his eye. The culling had begun. As ichor and blood hit the sands Er’ani had eyes for only two things. The rider making his way for Lketh blade drawn and the massive angry gold charging straight at him. Pushing the small hatching behind him Er’ani faced his opponent, hoping against hope that the massive mother behind him wouldn’t accidentally crush her own offspring in her fury. He wasn’t going to go down without at fight. If he had to be killed or stabbed defending his new dragon…then so be it.
It happened in a blur of slow motion. Milleth’s arrival, the Benden green being crushed beneath her, the browns tumbling across the sands in a bloody tangle, keens and cries of rage both human and dragon. All Er’ani really had eyes for was Lketh. Standing on already trembling and unsteady legs beside him. Throwing his arms around the pale trembling baby the teenager did his best to comfort the albino in the aftermath. Even as golden Millieth gently herded the pair both between her front legs and Lketh obediently instructed him to cover his ears. The gold’s roar still shook the new weyrling to the bone. Then…it was all over. Er’ani stood stiff and ridged through the young blonde dragonhealer’s exanimation of his albino hatchling. Heard this Erilena’s whispered reassurances from almost a distance, dimly realizing that she looked as scared as he felt inside. Her empathy made no sense to him, and it wouldn’t till later. Nevertheless somehow Lketh passed her examination and he quickly scooped the small albino up into his arms carrying him to the loose groping of surviving weyrlings. What a sad, small, and pitiful group they were.
That night he demanded Lketh share his bed, arms wrapped protectively around the small dragon. Although Lketh slept fitfully Er’ani didn’t get a wink of sleep. Instead he kept one hand on his dragon and another on the blade he kept under his pillow. He didn’t trust these wasteland people. He didn’t want this impression and yet at the same time he did. One thing was certain. His entire world had just been turned upside down, shaken, and mixed up.
3016 ,Weyrling training
It quickly became apparent that the albino dragon that Er’ani managed to impress was not any ordinary hatchling. Lketh had things that made him different. Physically he couldn’t tolerate sunlight. His hide would burn and blister if the teenager wasn’t careful and eventually special tinted goggles needed to be made to protect his sensitive eyes from the sun as well. Special supplements had to be made for the young dragon in addition because he could not synthesize vitamins most normal dragons gained from basking in sunlight. Mentally however Lketh was something of a genius. Able to actually read Pernese written language and easily work out complex puzzles and codes. Although the male’s intelligence seemed to came at the price of a memory span of a goldfish for rider and dragon names and faces. At least the albino retained his learned logic. All these physical differences however made it glaringly apparent that the albino pair were not completely safe. They had to work doubly hard in lessons to prove to the leading aspects of the weyr that Lketh could be useful. That his mutations did not make him a waste of space and thus slot him for death in the near future.
It was in the first days of his bond with Lketh that Er’ani learned that his brother E’rro of Ismaroth was indeed alive and well. Although alive his older brother had been exiled from the weyr he now called home by the invading wastelanders. Overjoyed at this bit of news the albinorider actually got a chance to reconnect with his long lost brother at a gather in Hyphen. Unfortunately the exiled riders were found at the same gather and E’rro and his band of exiled were forced to retreat lest they be killed. Still the chance meeting with his brother rekindled hope in Er’ani and a fierce desire to make his brother proud and reconnect with him someday.
It was their Weyrlingmasters, M’ta and brown Behruth, that the albino pair relied on for guidance. Their scarce bunch of classmates that they looked to for friendship, support, and inspiration as the young albino pair struggled to find and build themselves in that uncertain time. Er’ani felt a strong connection to his classmates and teacher. A strong enough connection that there was nothing he would not do to keep them safe. Nothing. As was evidenced when his teacher got wrapped up in some trouble with a Wastelander and his classmates began
3017 Earthquake, Merge, Pet plague[/u]
His graduation from weyrlinghood was quickly coming upon him and when they finally did graduate Lketh and Er’ani were put on a wing who’s main purpose was to destroy thread. The albino pair performed their duties in the air with diligence. It was on the ground were Er’ani was something of a terror teenager. Spreading trouble and chaos wherever he went. He had no shortage of bed partners despite his idiosyncrasies either. If he wasn’t known for the bizarre color of his dragon he was certainly known for his wild behavior. Life continued for the troubled teenager and his dragon, the pair keeping an eye on Wasteland just in case.
However before Wasteland could gear up to do anything nature took matters into her own hands. A massive earthquake rocked the weyr and completely destroyed it. Lketh and Er’ani made it out unscathed save for a few scratches and participated in the rescue efforts. When rescue for the weyr came in the form of Burimyu Er’ani was only to glad to merge with the other weyr and finally reconnect with his long lost brother. As things in the weyr ironed themselves out and people began to reconnect the teenager found himself in a new stomping grounds. One would think this out tone down his wild behavior. But really it only made him worse for a time as he explored his new home.
The only thing that seemed to effect the boy was the impression that turn of his green salamandyr Calypso, followed by the death of his firelizard Snowdrop in the plague that ran though the weyr at the end of that turn.
3018- 3019 Border skirmishes, War, Fort clean up, Flights[/u]
As 3018 rolled in with it came talks of war. Er’ani and Lketh turned their attention to the whispers. The albinorider was eager to prove himself and his wingleader saw that. When finally the benden alliance was tied Lketh and Er’ani quickly found themselves going north. Though they had to darken Lketh’s hide for the most part the albino did not seem to mind his new war paint. The pair quickly immersed themselves in the skirmishes and Lketh showed a knack for being eerily precise in his attacks. Though the albino dragon completed his duties with cold indifference Er’ani couldn’t help but feel a personal guilt for every dragon that fell before them. The young man tempered his depression by finding more and more women to bed in the desire to keep his mind from being claimed with depression.
The albino pair participated in the major battle that spelled an end for Fort as well and emerged with nothing more then a few tiny scratches. By this time, though Lketh had no preference, Er’ani was too nerve wracked to fight anymore and he was glad to leave the hunting down of rebels to the others while he went back to thread. He didn’t have to feel bad killing thread. It was during this turn that Lketh for some reason seemed to show a stronger preference and desire to chase in flights. Either the albino’s lust had finally reached a breaking point or he was trying to help his rider the only way he knew how. In either case the albino managed to catch Minth of Anusha and Istarith or Rosanna in back to back flights. Normally this would not be something of much importance to note. If not for the fact that both women ended up pregnant from the flights and both showed a desire to keep the babies…..just his luck. He spent the reaminedr of that turn keeping his head down int eh desire to avoid his hormonal flight partners. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t strangely curious about what having kids of his own would be like.
3020-3022 Children, Inverness, Adjustment[/u]
Easrian was born to Anusha and Roiana to Rosanna just a week or so apart in may of 3020. Er’ani managed to ninja name his daughter while Rosanna was recovering and his son’s name had been previously decided on in a joint effort. Though Er’ani had different relationships with both mothers one thing was certain. He loved his children to bits. When Inverness was built he was only too happy that they all would be at the same weyr he was going to be residing in. Even if he would miss his brother and close friends who would remain south, at least he had his children. Though his relationship with Rosanna could be called ‘interesting’ and maybe sexually charged at best his relationship with Anusha seems to be a lot tamer.
Despite the interesting issues regarding his children and baby mommas Er’ani adjusted to life in Inverness very well. The young man really never had much trouble adjusting to situations as long as he had outlet for his more wild tendencies and this time was no different. He really had no opinion on the bans put on them by the summit. It didn’t effect him much for one and for two he didn’t honestly see what everyone was bellyaching about. So what if riders were in holds and weyrs? Didn’t that just give them more influence in the end if you really stopped to think about it?
Current[/u]
Currently the albino rider performs his job without complaint. When he’s not fighting thread he spends his time practicing his archery in hunting trips, playing with his kids, dealing with is baby mommas, or making his own fun anyway that he can. Sure he’s tamed some in his age but that doesn’t mean that life has to be boring. Come on now? What is really wrong with not acting your age sometimes?
Dragon:
Name: Lketh (luh-keh-th)
Age: 7 Turns
Born: December 3015
Color: Blue (Albino) #E6E8FA
Appearance:
If not for a mutation in his genome, this male would have been a Blue. Upon reaching maturity, Lketh will be anywhere between about 25 to 26 feet in length, certainly in the perimeters of his color. A long serpentine neck will match an equally long tail, giving his body and legs the appearance of being shorter than normal. Broad wings sit on his back and are more than able to keep him aloft. Lightly packed muscle under a thin layer of fat gives this Blue a powerful advantage when it comes to strength and speed in the air. On the ground, Lketh is an interesting sight to behold. While not graceful in his gait, it has a charm all of its own. He shuffles across the ground. His legs moving in quick and rapid procession, taking small strides rather than the longer ones he is capable of.
Because of his hide's lack of pigmentation, Lketh is white with a greenish undertone and his eyes seem to be permanently a creamy red. In other words, Albino. Like humans with this condition this Blue needs to be careful of how much sun exposure he gets, especially when he's younger. If he gets too much Lketh will sunburn, this will need to be treated right away so no lasting damage to his Hide will be done. Sun balm and other burn preventative measures can be used. Whenever the Blue eats, he will need to take supplements with his meat. His will have to requisition special vitamins from the Dragonhealers so that Lketh can receive the nutrients that his hide cannot make on it's own, most important of those is vitamin D. Unfortunately the steps for his health do not stop there. Eventually special, tinted goggles might have to be made for day flights because there is a chance he could develop a slight sensitivity to bright light.
Personality:
Things that should normally bother a Dragon just don't bother Lketh. He is highly logical and looks at everything from that standpoint, almost becoming completely impartial to the things around him. Connecting emotionally is both an easy and a challenging process for the Blue. By nature he takes the part of the observer, doing whatever is required of him to make a bigger picture. But he also just takes a shine to things without rhyme or reason. For example, Lketh may like paintings but hates paint for no other reason than he just doesn't like it. And while he can show everything from happiness to depression, he never gets angry. Just... concerned. If attacked he'll fight back but with no joy or vengeance, rather a hollow sort of curiosity. He has emotions but they are infrequent expressed and randomly appear out of the blue. Much like how he talks. He speaks very little but when it does its usually profound, or, unexpected.
He's different. Lketh accepts this and knows no one else will ever be able to relate to his situation. He feels as though he has this sort of detachment to the world. Where everything all at once both concerns him and doesn't. Like he's stepped out of time and nothing can touch him, yet affect him all the same. The best way he can describe it, is as if he is reading the world from a fictitious book and he is so involved he feels like he's right there with the characters. As real to him as any of the others. But somewhere in the back of his mind, there is a nagging sense that tries to tell him that everything is just a story.
But despite this, Lketh has some amazing mental talents. He has the ability to calculate complex mathematical problems in his head, and produce the answers of more simple problems faster than any human who has learned how to do their numbers. He also has the capability of understanding the written Pernese language, decoding simple ciphers and other encrypted sequences become easy for him in the process. On the flip side, Lketh has an absolutely horrible time remembering faces and names. He just can't retain the stored knowledge on Dragons or people, relying heavily on how they feel mentally as a signature of who they are. He will vaguely remember friends who he has spent at least a Turn around, although the one person he will never forget is His. They are mentally connected after all.
Pets
Firelizard ~ Died in pet plague
Name: Snowdrop
Color: Green #00cc99/#005306/#00ffd2
Age: (born March 3016)
Vengeance Green
Name: Calypso
Species: Salamandyr
Age: 5 turns
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Er’ani
Color Codes: C5E3BF -Primary ; e0eee0-Secondary ; eedc82-Membranes
"Just because my eyes do not shed tears, does not mean my heart does not cry. Just because I am coming out strong does not mean there is nothing wrong. Often, I choose to pretend I am happy so that I do not have to explain myself to people who would never understand.”
[/i][/size]Appearance:
A soft, pale green, she is long for her color but very, very thin. All of her limbs, too, are on the long side. She tends to spend most of her time curled up in various stately poses to showcase her form to its best advantage, since in motion she tends to look simply thin and bony. She takes after her dam when it comes to her wings, which are overlarge as well as long and they can be draped neatly over most of her body like a sort of cloak. Membranes of these and her frill are a delicate, soft gold, and there’s a faint pattern of white tracing in fine filigree all along her hide which makes it look like its alive in most lighting, flowing over her body.
Personality:
If ever there was a proper lady, this green personifies it. Or at least she seems to be very much concerned with her dignity and tries her very best to speak with perfect grammar and word choice as if she were royalty. You will never see her making a mess or moving quickly or conversing with flits or lesser ‘mandyrs as this is clearly all well beneath her dignity. In fact, despite this decidedly trumped up view of herself, this ‘queen’ would seem altogether a boring sort of creature. Never acting up or doing anything strange.
That said, she has her own deep, dark secrets (that likely will end up being not so secret the way other salamandyrs talk). You see, the Vengeance Green knew that the Storm Brown was her lifemate from the moment the pair Hatched, and spends the majority of her time scheming, arranging and doing terrible things to those females who receive his attentions. Some of these she shares privately with Hers when her anger has been particularly aroused, which is whenever her male mates with another. Ironically, she won’t have a male other than the Storm Brown in her own Runs, though she’ll take a green if he doesn’t show. (Apparently it’s not cheating if it’s not a male. No one ever said ‘mandyr logic made sense.)
[X] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.