Post by WhiteAngel28 on Jun 26, 2010 5:13:33 GMT
your name;;
WhiteAngel28
character number;;
2
WhiteAngel28
character number;;
2
character name;;
V'lor{Varelor}
age;;
Fifty-seven Turns
birth season;;
Late Summer
gender;;
Male
rank;;
Dragonrider, one of the last two bronzes
sexuality;;
Bronze rider. Bronze.
appearance;;
Shoulders back, head high and hands clasped behind his back is how he marches about. You'd think he'd have a hump on his back by now wouldn't you? Nope not him, he still stands straight and tall as a tree. Does he walk, jog, run? Nope he marches.
V'lor is not one of the men who go bald, no he just has white hair with a few strands of golden brown left in it. He keeps a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, the beard only on his chin. The mustache and beard are white flecked with gray and brown. V'lor has hawk like features, the sharp nose high jutting cheekbones. You don't want to see this oldtimer bearing down on you in anger. His eyes are a steely green color, well at least his right eye is. His left eye is slightly misty in color with a scar running through his brow, over his eye and cheek down to his chin. Courtesy of his bronze. He's obviously blind in the one eye.
V'lor is a very imposing figure. He stands at 6'5, and is well muscled and broad-shouldered. Scars cover his arms and chest showing his smithing adventures. He usually has a scowl on his face as he observes those around him, he does crack the rare smile once in a while but it breaks his face in the process.
He usually wears a long sleeved gray tunic which is tucked into his tan pants, which in turn are held up by a brown belt, and then his pants are tucked into matching brown knee-high boots. He wears short sleeved leather when at the forges. He's beginning to feel the calamities of old age.
personality;;
Arguementive is a good word to describe this man. Get him started and he will not back down until he's won. Favorite saying of his when he loses an arguement, "I may have lost this battle, but mark me I will win the war!"
He's uncommunitive to say the least, he doesn't enjoy talking to people much unless it's to bark an order at a weyrling here and there. He prefers to watch you from a corner with silent scanning eyes. *cough*creeper*cough* -shot-
Since he is getting old, though he likes to deny it and the fact that he's in the forges more than he should be denies it as well, V'lor's memory is not what it used to be. Brutally honest, V'lor is not afraid to tell you if you stink at something or not. If you've done a good job, you'll get a grunt. Do a bad job and you get growled,barked,yelled(etc.) at. He is very sarcastic and has a nack for saying the oddest things with a straight face. Even though V'lor is nigh unapproachable, the children don't seem to care and lucky for them children are usually the only ones that make him smile.
A/N: Was I lazy with his persona? Yes, yes I was. =3=b
history;;
Born in the North to Jorit, a smith and Flauri, a stay home mother, V'lor, or Varelor as he was called back then, had several siblings making the couples children eight in total. Varelor grew in a rowdy family, his brothers tending to get into fights while his sisters tried to stop said fights and fail. He was the only one out of all his siblings to decide to be a smith, his father was so happy.Varelor found a master to apprentice him, since his father refused to apprentice kin, it ended up being a complete stranger. Now he could begin to learn the trade of smithing.
Varelor was Searched at fourteen and taken to Benden to Stand for the hardening Clutch. At his very first Standing, the Clutch he was Searched for, he Impressed the only bronze of the Hatching, which just so happened to be the first one. Sadly while his dear, dear dragonet was coming his way, looking for His, said bronze somehow managed to trip Varelor and thinking he was a threat, he whirled on him and scratched his left eye giving him his scar, and blind eye.
/Oh no! Oh dear! V'lor! V'lor! Are you alright? Does it hurt much? Oh no... Your Jorinth is very, very sorry!/ the bronze said, pacing back in forth in front of the fallen boy. Varelor, or V'lor laughed, registering that the bronze had chosen him.
"I'm fine! Can't see but I'm fine! It's quite alright!" V'lor laughed. Then the Healers got to him. He boasted that now he had a scar to show off to the ladies, sadly it worked quite well on some. Depending on the story.
For the Turn or so V'lor and Jorinth went through Weyrling training, Jorinth growing so fast that V'lor began to envy the blue riders. This made Jorinth snort with contempt and V'lor had to try very hard to get back in his good graces back then. After his Weyrling training was finished, V'lor was finally able to go back to smith training and happily learned all the skills he could when he wasn't caring for Jorinth. Finally, V'lor became a Journeyman.
The bronze rider stayed at Benden all his life, well mostly. Jorinth won a Flight five times, all five were to V'lor's Weyrmate, the Junior Weyrwoman. Sadly, his Weyrmate had a fatal accident, and died her queen soon following.
Turns pass for the two and soon the rumors of the move West appear. Finally the rumors became fact, and V'lor and his lifemate decide to embark, after all there's just too many memories in Benden for this old timer. The two are one of the few to go on ahead and prepare the way for the ones coming by ship. V'lor hepled establish the Hold and in time the Weyr. Jorinth was only too happy to help.
Soon, dragons and their riders go off to explore the valley. V'lor and Jorinth stay behind, and as the day moves on they become very worried. The party was supposed to be back by now. Then the injured queen appeared with a bronze helping her. Jorinth immediatly took to the skies, helping the young gold to the ground. V'lor rushed to the dragon and tried to stop the bleeding as the rider was taken away by Healers.
"Where's the dragon Healer?!" V'lor had yelled. Needless to say when he recieved the full report about the basilisks, V'lor was livid. Thus began a burning anger directed at the creatures. It didn't help when Dusk showed up, with a dragonless rider. V'lor refuses to accept basilisks in the Weyr and that's where he stands no matter what that young bronze rider says!
relation to existing/pending character?;;
N/A
future;;
He's had his time. Let the young ones take the reins... At least that's what he wants. He's not getting it though and it makes him even grumpier.
pets;;
N/A
dragons name;;
Jorinth
color;;
Bronze{FFBF00}
age;;
Fourty-two Turns
hatching season;;
Early winter
appearance;;
A lovely shade of bronze coats this handsome fellow, the bronze darkening with age with lighter streaks of bronze circling his body in no paticular pattern. When the lines do end, they always end sharply.
Well muscled like all bronzes, Jorinth is not as bulky as some, staying closer to the slender side of the genetics. Jorinth is also not as big as other bronzes, but what he lacks in size he makes up for cunning. His head is sharper in shape than others', more like a wolf from Earth giving him an even fiercer look than before. His forked tail is slightly longer than his kin, as are his wings. He likes to compare wingsizes with other bronzes, it's a matter of pride with him.
personality;;
Jorinth is calmer than his Bonded, sometimes wiser than the old timer because he doens't have a temper clouding his judgment. This bronze likes to take his time doing things, even when he Flew after Derith he took his time and he did eventually win her after all.
Normaly this bronze is content with life, never worrying or fretting about this or that. He leaves that to his rider. Jorinth likes to tease his rider quite a bit, there's quite a few inside jokes between the two and he enjoys them immensly. He'll even bring in others on the joke. He's not easily insulted by anything, so if anyone called him a 'Wherrybrained bronze that doesn't know his tail from his wing.' he'd be like, 'And your point is...?'
Not easily angered this bronze is down right scarey when angry. When angry it's best if all leaved the room except for V'lor or you might get some burns and hair singed off. Kind to those he considers friends and his rider's friends. He's able to deal with strangers most the time, but he'll let you know when you've over stay your welcome. Enemies beware, he might eat you.
V'lor{Varelor}
age;;
Fifty-seven Turns
birth season;;
Late Summer
gender;;
Male
rank;;
Dragonrider, one of the last two bronzes
sexuality;;
Bronze rider. Bronze.
appearance;;
Shoulders back, head high and hands clasped behind his back is how he marches about. You'd think he'd have a hump on his back by now wouldn't you? Nope not him, he still stands straight and tall as a tree. Does he walk, jog, run? Nope he marches.
V'lor is not one of the men who go bald, no he just has white hair with a few strands of golden brown left in it. He keeps a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, the beard only on his chin. The mustache and beard are white flecked with gray and brown. V'lor has hawk like features, the sharp nose high jutting cheekbones. You don't want to see this oldtimer bearing down on you in anger. His eyes are a steely green color, well at least his right eye is. His left eye is slightly misty in color with a scar running through his brow, over his eye and cheek down to his chin. Courtesy of his bronze. He's obviously blind in the one eye.
V'lor is a very imposing figure. He stands at 6'5, and is well muscled and broad-shouldered. Scars cover his arms and chest showing his smithing adventures. He usually has a scowl on his face as he observes those around him, he does crack the rare smile once in a while but it breaks his face in the process.
He usually wears a long sleeved gray tunic which is tucked into his tan pants, which in turn are held up by a brown belt, and then his pants are tucked into matching brown knee-high boots. He wears short sleeved leather when at the forges. He's beginning to feel the calamities of old age.
personality;;
Arguementive is a good word to describe this man. Get him started and he will not back down until he's won. Favorite saying of his when he loses an arguement, "I may have lost this battle, but mark me I will win the war!"
He's uncommunitive to say the least, he doesn't enjoy talking to people much unless it's to bark an order at a weyrling here and there. He prefers to watch you from a corner with silent scanning eyes. *cough*creeper*cough* -shot-
Since he is getting old, though he likes to deny it and the fact that he's in the forges more than he should be denies it as well, V'lor's memory is not what it used to be. Brutally honest, V'lor is not afraid to tell you if you stink at something or not. If you've done a good job, you'll get a grunt. Do a bad job and you get growled,barked,yelled(etc.) at. He is very sarcastic and has a nack for saying the oddest things with a straight face. Even though V'lor is nigh unapproachable, the children don't seem to care and lucky for them children are usually the only ones that make him smile.
A/N: Was I lazy with his persona? Yes, yes I was. =3=b
history;;
Born in the North to Jorit, a smith and Flauri, a stay home mother, V'lor, or Varelor as he was called back then, had several siblings making the couples children eight in total. Varelor grew in a rowdy family, his brothers tending to get into fights while his sisters tried to stop said fights and fail. He was the only one out of all his siblings to decide to be a smith, his father was so happy.Varelor found a master to apprentice him, since his father refused to apprentice kin, it ended up being a complete stranger. Now he could begin to learn the trade of smithing.
Varelor was Searched at fourteen and taken to Benden to Stand for the hardening Clutch. At his very first Standing, the Clutch he was Searched for, he Impressed the only bronze of the Hatching, which just so happened to be the first one. Sadly while his dear, dear dragonet was coming his way, looking for His, said bronze somehow managed to trip Varelor and thinking he was a threat, he whirled on him and scratched his left eye giving him his scar, and blind eye.
/Oh no! Oh dear! V'lor! V'lor! Are you alright? Does it hurt much? Oh no... Your Jorinth is very, very sorry!/ the bronze said, pacing back in forth in front of the fallen boy. Varelor, or V'lor laughed, registering that the bronze had chosen him.
"I'm fine! Can't see but I'm fine! It's quite alright!" V'lor laughed. Then the Healers got to him. He boasted that now he had a scar to show off to the ladies, sadly it worked quite well on some. Depending on the story.
For the Turn or so V'lor and Jorinth went through Weyrling training, Jorinth growing so fast that V'lor began to envy the blue riders. This made Jorinth snort with contempt and V'lor had to try very hard to get back in his good graces back then. After his Weyrling training was finished, V'lor was finally able to go back to smith training and happily learned all the skills he could when he wasn't caring for Jorinth. Finally, V'lor became a Journeyman.
The bronze rider stayed at Benden all his life, well mostly. Jorinth won a Flight five times, all five were to V'lor's Weyrmate, the Junior Weyrwoman. Sadly, his Weyrmate had a fatal accident, and died her queen soon following.
Turns pass for the two and soon the rumors of the move West appear. Finally the rumors became fact, and V'lor and his lifemate decide to embark, after all there's just too many memories in Benden for this old timer. The two are one of the few to go on ahead and prepare the way for the ones coming by ship. V'lor hepled establish the Hold and in time the Weyr. Jorinth was only too happy to help.
Soon, dragons and their riders go off to explore the valley. V'lor and Jorinth stay behind, and as the day moves on they become very worried. The party was supposed to be back by now. Then the injured queen appeared with a bronze helping her. Jorinth immediatly took to the skies, helping the young gold to the ground. V'lor rushed to the dragon and tried to stop the bleeding as the rider was taken away by Healers.
"Where's the dragon Healer?!" V'lor had yelled. Needless to say when he recieved the full report about the basilisks, V'lor was livid. Thus began a burning anger directed at the creatures. It didn't help when Dusk showed up, with a dragonless rider. V'lor refuses to accept basilisks in the Weyr and that's where he stands no matter what that young bronze rider says!
relation to existing/pending character?;;
N/A
future;;
He's had his time. Let the young ones take the reins... At least that's what he wants. He's not getting it though and it makes him even grumpier.
pets;;
N/A
dragons name;;
Jorinth
color;;
Bronze{FFBF00}
age;;
Fourty-two Turns
hatching season;;
Early winter
appearance;;
A lovely shade of bronze coats this handsome fellow, the bronze darkening with age with lighter streaks of bronze circling his body in no paticular pattern. When the lines do end, they always end sharply.
Well muscled like all bronzes, Jorinth is not as bulky as some, staying closer to the slender side of the genetics. Jorinth is also not as big as other bronzes, but what he lacks in size he makes up for cunning. His head is sharper in shape than others', more like a wolf from Earth giving him an even fiercer look than before. His forked tail is slightly longer than his kin, as are his wings. He likes to compare wingsizes with other bronzes, it's a matter of pride with him.
personality;;
Jorinth is calmer than his Bonded, sometimes wiser than the old timer because he doens't have a temper clouding his judgment. This bronze likes to take his time doing things, even when he Flew after Derith he took his time and he did eventually win her after all.
Normaly this bronze is content with life, never worrying or fretting about this or that. He leaves that to his rider. Jorinth likes to tease his rider quite a bit, there's quite a few inside jokes between the two and he enjoys them immensly. He'll even bring in others on the joke. He's not easily insulted by anything, so if anyone called him a 'Wherrybrained bronze that doesn't know his tail from his wing.' he'd be like, 'And your point is...?'
Not easily angered this bronze is down right scarey when angry. When angry it's best if all leaved the room except for V'lor or you might get some burns and hair singed off. Kind to those he considers friends and his rider's friends. He's able to deal with strangers most the time, but he'll let you know when you've over stay your welcome. Enemies beware, he might eat you.
