Post by hannah on Aug 24, 2010 6:05:50 GMT
Your name: Hannah
Character Number: 1
Character Name: J'len (Jalen)
Age: 23
Birth Season: End of Winter
Gender: Male
Rank: Ex-dragon rider, now bonded to Basilisk Liresk. Previously journeyman crafter
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: J’len’s hair is a nondescript medium brown that hangs straight when wet and only wet. He likes to keep it cut short and it takes on a mind of its own, constantly spiking every which way. J’len has hard hazel eyes and he won’t hesitate to stare someone down. His sharp nose leads to thin, usually pursed lips. Contradictory to his features long years of making and playing instruments have given his long fingers a certain deft grace.
At his full growth, J’len is under six feet by only a couple of inches. If any one looks close enough they can see the hidden curves of a happier time, now J’len is all angles and hard edges. Years of practice have made his movements precise and his well-muscled but not bulky body hides underlying strength. He throws on whatever clothing is around, whether it’s flattering or not.
J’len walks around with an air of command, after years of experience from showing dimglows how to fix things and as a Wingsecond. He does have a sense about him that can put people at ease or stir up trouble with a twitch of his shoulders. J’len’s voice is uncharacteristically lilting, but after his training as an instrument maker that’s only to be expected since he was forced to try out every instrument made. His voice tends to crack or stutter when he gets angry, so he chooses to bite the words out in chunks.
Personality: J’len never has been and never will be shy and the loss of his faithful brown has caused a turn for the worst in him. He is always eager to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. If he’s in a conversation, interrupting to put in his own two cents worth doesn’t bother him and he does it quite often. His rough prickly personality hasn’t won him many friends, though his ability to fix almost everything has garnered a few admirers.
J’len has always had a sense of self-confidence, and pride. Drinking is no problem and if he is put into a rowdy crowd most likely he will be one of the one’s throwing punches. He isn’t easily manipulated, and he is staunch in his beliefs. However he can be bribed or influenced to do something. He’s a hard worker and usually finishes a job he started, but if he has something else on his mind he will let someone else to do it.
If irritated J’len will sit down and whittle a little flute or trinket, as the repetitive motions calm his mind. Taunts, or gossip will, for the most part, receive cold walls and blank stares, but beware of the occasional fist.
History: J’len was born to bronze rider N’kel and green rider Niera. He was their only child, since his mother betweened with her dragon half a turn after he was born. Despite the fact he was weyrbred he always rejected the term ‘weyrbrat’ and constantly told his foster parents and anyone who would listen, he was going to become a journeyman and never come back. Unfortunately at six turns he had no idea how to accomplish that, so he began helping about the Weyr. He was bossy even as a child and even ordered children older than him around. At ten years old people began noticing he was good with his hands and he had a very quick mind. He enjoyed music and after he made his first flute without any guidance, J’len was shipped off to the Harper Hall.
His instructor, Master Saunder, was tough but fair. When J’len fell behind the rest of the apprentices in the first few weeks after his transfer, Saunder staid up with him at night until J’len learned what he needed to. “Quick precise movements. Hesitation will ruin, and always with the grain.” Those words repeated over and over became J’len’s mantra as he grew. At thirteen turns his voice broke, and he never got the hang of music composition so he became solely an apprentice crafter.
He was searched at eighteen turns, right after he received his journeyman knots, so he agreed to stand. He didn’t have to wait long as brown Serneth chose him at his first Hatching. Serneth became J’len’s rock, allowing him to relax and easily resettle into the Weyr life he’d so detested. Both of their strong, dependable personalities allowed them to easily rise to the rank of Wingsecond. They heard of the move west and always one’s for new challenges they moved. At Skyline, Serneth and J’len had fit right in.
As a leader J’len felt it was his duty help lead the Weyr into the fog. They were certainly not prepared for what met them, and like most of the browns, Serneth never made it back. During the fight to save their Weyrleaders his right wing was horribly mauled and on the ground there was little they could do. The browns right side was nearly ripped to shreds and J’len’s back and leg weren’t spared either. As Serneth rose on his haunches to take them away from the pain, the abused riding straps gave and while his dragon disappeared forever, J’len was flung free.
The following days were lost to him. He felt himself no more a man and flung himself off the first waterfall he came to, only to later resurface alive on a sandy shore somewhere down river. Pulling himself out he stumbled his way to a Basilisk clutch near to hatching. His painfilled, hazy mind barely registered what he was seeing. Something nearly as soft as his dear Serneth’s hide brushed against him and he instinctively grabbed a hold of it. He crooned and whispered his pain and joy of finding his lifemate too the soft flesh.
Much to his surprise, he awoke and found an aquamarine blue hatchling pressed into his side. Weakened by exposure and blood loss he saw the monsters that destroyed his poor Serneth. Too weak to get away, J’len had no choice but to lay there as the hatchling woke. J’len awake. Liresk happy. The words were loud and childish in his head and large trusting eyes bored into his as the blue planted itself in his lap.
Liresk helped J’len survive. The little blue was eager to please and did his best to stop the ex-rider’s emotional pain and loss. He proved to be very intelligent and quick thinking, easily able to forage for himself and even bring back bits of food for J’len. Liresk was a good listener and eagerly replied in his simple phrases. As J’len began to recover it became apparent to both of them that he needed to return to the Weyr for a healer. If he had any reason to despise the Weyr it was now. He was returning dragonless, but as he looked down at the odd creature next to him he realized it wouldn’t be alone. They limped back to the Weyr together with Liresk guiding the way.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: None
Future: In the Weyr tormenting healers. Hopefully surviving and learning more about the blue pipsqueak following him around.
Pets: None
Basilisk's Name: Liresk
Colour: Sapphire
Age: 0 Turns (Hatched Turn 2581)
Hatching Season: Winter
Appearance: Liresk is around #00FF90 in base color. Dark Sapphire ripples across his skin and this dark shade tinges the back of his wing sails, the tips of his toes and dusts his nose. He is very thin on the edge of emaciated and wiry. His face is longer than a dragons but he is wide around the eyes giving him a childish, innocent appearance. His wings are large for his size making him a bit clumsy on the ground, but faster in the air. At max Liresk will be 20.2 feet.
Personality: Liresk is playful and full of boundless energy. He is the little bit of happy-go-lucky J’len lost. He is agreeable and will do anything his bonded asks him to. Fiercely loyal, he will only obey J’len and no one else. His quick thinking allows him stay a step ahead in a conversation and he will suggest an off the wall but workable plan in a lull in conversation.
He is protective of J’len and is very selective on who he lets near his bonded. He realizes his precarious situation in the Weyr and retorts with hisses and growls instead of black claws. Liresk enjoys using his intelligence and is often poping up in places to help or offer suggestions. The basilisk is content to let his bonded beat the eggshells out of someone while he watches, sometimes rapt fascination. Liresk’s laid back, It’s okay J’len, attitude is sometimes unbearable for the ex-dragonrider.
Even if J’len is comfortable, or trusting of someone, they’ll get watched with a careful eye. He needs his J’len, and it’ll take a bit to get him to share. Liresk won’t hesitate to shower his bonded with love and affection and he has no problem following him around all day.
Character Number: 1
Character Name: J'len (Jalen)
Age: 23
Birth Season: End of Winter
Gender: Male
Rank: Ex-dragon rider, now bonded to Basilisk Liresk. Previously journeyman crafter
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: J’len’s hair is a nondescript medium brown that hangs straight when wet and only wet. He likes to keep it cut short and it takes on a mind of its own, constantly spiking every which way. J’len has hard hazel eyes and he won’t hesitate to stare someone down. His sharp nose leads to thin, usually pursed lips. Contradictory to his features long years of making and playing instruments have given his long fingers a certain deft grace.
At his full growth, J’len is under six feet by only a couple of inches. If any one looks close enough they can see the hidden curves of a happier time, now J’len is all angles and hard edges. Years of practice have made his movements precise and his well-muscled but not bulky body hides underlying strength. He throws on whatever clothing is around, whether it’s flattering or not.
J’len walks around with an air of command, after years of experience from showing dimglows how to fix things and as a Wingsecond. He does have a sense about him that can put people at ease or stir up trouble with a twitch of his shoulders. J’len’s voice is uncharacteristically lilting, but after his training as an instrument maker that’s only to be expected since he was forced to try out every instrument made. His voice tends to crack or stutter when he gets angry, so he chooses to bite the words out in chunks.
Personality: J’len never has been and never will be shy and the loss of his faithful brown has caused a turn for the worst in him. He is always eager to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. If he’s in a conversation, interrupting to put in his own two cents worth doesn’t bother him and he does it quite often. His rough prickly personality hasn’t won him many friends, though his ability to fix almost everything has garnered a few admirers.
J’len has always had a sense of self-confidence, and pride. Drinking is no problem and if he is put into a rowdy crowd most likely he will be one of the one’s throwing punches. He isn’t easily manipulated, and he is staunch in his beliefs. However he can be bribed or influenced to do something. He’s a hard worker and usually finishes a job he started, but if he has something else on his mind he will let someone else to do it.
If irritated J’len will sit down and whittle a little flute or trinket, as the repetitive motions calm his mind. Taunts, or gossip will, for the most part, receive cold walls and blank stares, but beware of the occasional fist.
History: J’len was born to bronze rider N’kel and green rider Niera. He was their only child, since his mother betweened with her dragon half a turn after he was born. Despite the fact he was weyrbred he always rejected the term ‘weyrbrat’ and constantly told his foster parents and anyone who would listen, he was going to become a journeyman and never come back. Unfortunately at six turns he had no idea how to accomplish that, so he began helping about the Weyr. He was bossy even as a child and even ordered children older than him around. At ten years old people began noticing he was good with his hands and he had a very quick mind. He enjoyed music and after he made his first flute without any guidance, J’len was shipped off to the Harper Hall.
His instructor, Master Saunder, was tough but fair. When J’len fell behind the rest of the apprentices in the first few weeks after his transfer, Saunder staid up with him at night until J’len learned what he needed to. “Quick precise movements. Hesitation will ruin, and always with the grain.” Those words repeated over and over became J’len’s mantra as he grew. At thirteen turns his voice broke, and he never got the hang of music composition so he became solely an apprentice crafter.
He was searched at eighteen turns, right after he received his journeyman knots, so he agreed to stand. He didn’t have to wait long as brown Serneth chose him at his first Hatching. Serneth became J’len’s rock, allowing him to relax and easily resettle into the Weyr life he’d so detested. Both of their strong, dependable personalities allowed them to easily rise to the rank of Wingsecond. They heard of the move west and always one’s for new challenges they moved. At Skyline, Serneth and J’len had fit right in.
As a leader J’len felt it was his duty help lead the Weyr into the fog. They were certainly not prepared for what met them, and like most of the browns, Serneth never made it back. During the fight to save their Weyrleaders his right wing was horribly mauled and on the ground there was little they could do. The browns right side was nearly ripped to shreds and J’len’s back and leg weren’t spared either. As Serneth rose on his haunches to take them away from the pain, the abused riding straps gave and while his dragon disappeared forever, J’len was flung free.
The following days were lost to him. He felt himself no more a man and flung himself off the first waterfall he came to, only to later resurface alive on a sandy shore somewhere down river. Pulling himself out he stumbled his way to a Basilisk clutch near to hatching. His painfilled, hazy mind barely registered what he was seeing. Something nearly as soft as his dear Serneth’s hide brushed against him and he instinctively grabbed a hold of it. He crooned and whispered his pain and joy of finding his lifemate too the soft flesh.
Much to his surprise, he awoke and found an aquamarine blue hatchling pressed into his side. Weakened by exposure and blood loss he saw the monsters that destroyed his poor Serneth. Too weak to get away, J’len had no choice but to lay there as the hatchling woke. J’len awake. Liresk happy. The words were loud and childish in his head and large trusting eyes bored into his as the blue planted itself in his lap.
Liresk helped J’len survive. The little blue was eager to please and did his best to stop the ex-rider’s emotional pain and loss. He proved to be very intelligent and quick thinking, easily able to forage for himself and even bring back bits of food for J’len. Liresk was a good listener and eagerly replied in his simple phrases. As J’len began to recover it became apparent to both of them that he needed to return to the Weyr for a healer. If he had any reason to despise the Weyr it was now. He was returning dragonless, but as he looked down at the odd creature next to him he realized it wouldn’t be alone. They limped back to the Weyr together with Liresk guiding the way.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: None
Future: In the Weyr tormenting healers. Hopefully surviving and learning more about the blue pipsqueak following him around.
Pets: None
Basilisk's Name: Liresk
Colour: Sapphire
Age: 0 Turns (Hatched Turn 2581)
Hatching Season: Winter
Appearance: Liresk is around #00FF90 in base color. Dark Sapphire ripples across his skin and this dark shade tinges the back of his wing sails, the tips of his toes and dusts his nose. He is very thin on the edge of emaciated and wiry. His face is longer than a dragons but he is wide around the eyes giving him a childish, innocent appearance. His wings are large for his size making him a bit clumsy on the ground, but faster in the air. At max Liresk will be 20.2 feet.
Personality: Liresk is playful and full of boundless energy. He is the little bit of happy-go-lucky J’len lost. He is agreeable and will do anything his bonded asks him to. Fiercely loyal, he will only obey J’len and no one else. His quick thinking allows him stay a step ahead in a conversation and he will suggest an off the wall but workable plan in a lull in conversation.
He is protective of J’len and is very selective on who he lets near his bonded. He realizes his precarious situation in the Weyr and retorts with hisses and growls instead of black claws. Liresk enjoys using his intelligence and is often poping up in places to help or offer suggestions. The basilisk is content to let his bonded beat the eggshells out of someone while he watches, sometimes rapt fascination. Liresk’s laid back, It’s okay J’len, attitude is sometimes unbearable for the ex-dragonrider.
Even if J’len is comfortable, or trusting of someone, they’ll get watched with a careful eye. He needs his J’len, and it’ll take a bit to get him to share. Liresk won’t hesitate to shower his bonded with love and affection and he has no problem following him around all day.