Post by siobhan on Aug 26, 2010 0:18:12 GMT
Your name: Siobhan (shi-VAHN)
Character Number: 1
Character Name: T'nan (Tighearnan) Tuh-NAWN (TEER-nawn)
Age: 20
Birth Season: Early Winter
Gender: Male
Rank: Green Weyrling
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Tighearnan is not an imposing person even with the bushy, dark eyebrows and the always serious expression on his face. His musculature is not broad, nor particularly strong. His lanky build does hold more power it in than it appears, but for the most part, he is just as he looks. He is tall, standing 5'10", and perhaps if he was shorter, his weight and muscles might not be so stretched and might give him a bit more bulk.
His face is the most remarkable thing about him beyond his height. He has a constantly broody look, with his dark brows looming over his soulful brown eyes so that he always seems pensive. His nose is a bit large for his face and narrow at the tip so that it is very wedge-like. It isn't perfectly straight, much to his chagrin, curving so that is it slightly offset from where it began. His mouth is narrow, with proportionally thin lips that curve naturally into a small smile.
Personality: Tighearnan is a sweet boy at heart. He is mild-mannered and polite in all situations. He is always respectful of those above him, even if he doesn't like them very much. He doesn't make a lot of noise and his voice has a bit of a whispery quality to it, as if he's afraid to speak up. Well, he is. Tighearnan is extremely self-conscious and is always worrying about whether he's making a good impression or not. He has a tendency to fidget, especially with his hands.
Among Tighear's pet peeves are people who are mean without any kind of reason. He can understand revenge and defending one's honor, but he can't wrap his head around the concept of hurting people or animals just because one possesses the power to do so. He is not a nonviolent person and will fight if provoked, though it takes him longer to get to that point than most people.
History: Tighearnan came from a crowded minor hold under Fort Hold's influence. His parents were young, but not in love at all. In fact, they pretty well hated each other. The only reason he had been conceived was due to a conveniently located goldflight that passed over the countryside where the two competiting weavers were then fighting over who's work was better. Neither of them had outstanding work, but to be fair, he was a dyer and she was a spinner, so they were in different stages of the same process.
Due to their hatred for one another, Tighearnan was the only child to come of that union, though he would soon gain half-siblings on each side. There was never any reconcilation between the two, no jealousy over the other's partner that led to an epiphany of their love for one another. No, every time they saw each other, they would glare and sneer at each other, but both refused to be the one to give up their home because of the other. The respective half-siblings were soon brought in on the conflict as soon as they were old enough to understand that they should be angry at the others' parent. Poor Tighearnan was stuck in the middle.
He might have been the oldest of the fueling families, but he had no power, no say. Though he had been a happy-go-luck and friendly child, he began to shrink into himself a little, only made worse by the constant teasing of his half-siblings. He spent more time with the old Aunties and Uncles than with children his own age, talking to them about their experiences and their crafts. He eventually decided he'd like to be a beastcrafter, as he wasn't about to go anywhere near the weaver's hall. And the tanner's hall was rumored to be just as argumentative, so that was no place for him either.
At the Hall, Tighearnan took a special interest in chicken and geese, though the animals were rare enough that he didn't dare specialize in that field. So he chose runners instead, a beast that still interested him, even if it wasn't quite what he liked best. The animals were quite majestic, after all, with their sleek muscles and flowing manes and tails. It was easy enough to fall in love with them, learning all about their anatomy and care. He grew to be an excellent rider and had just won his first runner race when the word came.
They were establishing a Hold and a Weyr on the Far Western Continent, hoping to relieve some of the crowding on the Northern Continent. They would need farmers and weaver and beastcrafters and all kinds of other crafters in order to serve the new locations. And though Tighearnan had not walked the tables yet, his Master sent him anyways. He got to travel to the Western Continent and lend his hands to the construction of a new Hold and a new Weyr. Shortly after gold Izith rose, he was even Searched by one of the blues just as the dragonrider was leaving to go back to the Weyr. The rider didn't seem particularly keen on taking the boy, but he did, knowing his duty was to his Weyr and to the eggs that would come.
Tighearnan has spent most of his time since arriving down in the tiny Beastcrafthall, helping out with the handling of animals and assisting with the breeding of a selection of runners and herdbeasts for the Weyr. He saw the clutch lain and Hatched, with not a dragon in there for him. But he was not one to give up so easily. Even if a dragon did not want him, he was happy at the Weyr. The living was a bit rough because it was newly established, but he felt like he was a part of something great.
And then disaster struck. One day most of the Weyr had left to investigate a foggy valley. Hardly any of them returned from that venture, and those who did were in various states of distress. Some had horrible injuries and many were lost even though they'd survived the initial attack. Among the dead were the Weyrwoman and the Weyrleader and then it was determined that the junior queen would never fly again. Only one bronze was left to them to continue the line.
Only a short sevenday later, a strange creature appeared with one of the riders who was presumed to have fallen. Tighearnan was disgusted and very much afraid of this strange thing. The fact that it looked almost like a dragon was evidence of its cunning. But that creature seemed to embody every evil thing that Tighearnan could think of. And then the second one arrived and he didn't know what to do. They were killing the dragons so they could take over the riders! How long would those creatures wait to kill Ariseth's soon-to-Hatch clutch?
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: none
Future: I would like to see him getting over his fear of the basilisks to learn about them. I think he could make a decent dragonhealer as well if he Impresses!
Pets:
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Name Kenna
Colour: Red (b82314)
Appearance: Striking, would be an appropriate word for this firelizard. A deep, warm crimson stains her hide from head to foot, broken only by bands of an almost pink tone, touching on her legs, tail and haunches, and then spreading across the lower expanse of her wingsails. Overall she’s... a little out of proportion. She’s about the size of a small brown, but a long body and neck contrasts with dumpy legs and tail and broad wings, giving her a slightly ungainly appearance, but one she cares little about.
Personality: She’s endlessly troublesome. Always on the go and into everything, even if it’s not her buiness, Tighearnan will have to be constantly on the lookout so that he can rescue the general public from his newfound friend. Often she will choose to annoy people for the sheer thrill of it, or to relieve boredom. her broad wings give her a good staying power in the air, which she will usually use to it’s full advantage. Only once she has exhausted this, and herself, will Tighearnan have any peace as she sleeps long and deeply.
Dragons Name: Zephyrth
Colour: Green (52ba70)[/color]
Age: 1 month
Hatching Season: Winter 2581
Appearance: Zephyrth is of an average build, not as delicate and refined as some, but not as chunky as others. All you need to do then is scale it up, for she's one of the larger examples, being larger than the occasional blue. Her forelegs though, are that little bit too short and she's pitched forward onto her fore hand a lot more than a dragon normally is, meaning she finds if distinctly more difficult to walk along, so when she can she opts to fly. When she does have to walk she has a very pronounced hopping movement and is not what one could call graceful or elegant. Ungainly is the best way to describe her really.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky and almost innocent at times, Zephyrth views the world with a child-like fascination and delight. Little things are marvelled at and adored, especially if they're pretty or shiny but of course the big things are just as good. With everything so amazing and wonderful, her attention span is a little short but she doesn't mind. You can't rely on her to remember anything of importance as she is worse than most dragons, but she just gets on with it. If her memory's a little bad so what? Worrying about it won't change that. Better to focus on what's hers. Hers and hers alone! No one can take whatever she claims as hers away from her easily, unless of course you trick her. And with her trusting happy nature she's very gullible. Pair that with her bad memory and you can probably pull the same trick on Zephyrth numerous times in a single day, but she's quite happy to just clamber on with life.
Character Number: 1
Character Name: T'nan (Tighearnan) Tuh-NAWN (TEER-nawn)
Age: 20
Birth Season: Early Winter
Gender: Male
Rank: Green Weyrling
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Tighearnan is not an imposing person even with the bushy, dark eyebrows and the always serious expression on his face. His musculature is not broad, nor particularly strong. His lanky build does hold more power it in than it appears, but for the most part, he is just as he looks. He is tall, standing 5'10", and perhaps if he was shorter, his weight and muscles might not be so stretched and might give him a bit more bulk.
His face is the most remarkable thing about him beyond his height. He has a constantly broody look, with his dark brows looming over his soulful brown eyes so that he always seems pensive. His nose is a bit large for his face and narrow at the tip so that it is very wedge-like. It isn't perfectly straight, much to his chagrin, curving so that is it slightly offset from where it began. His mouth is narrow, with proportionally thin lips that curve naturally into a small smile.
Personality: Tighearnan is a sweet boy at heart. He is mild-mannered and polite in all situations. He is always respectful of those above him, even if he doesn't like them very much. He doesn't make a lot of noise and his voice has a bit of a whispery quality to it, as if he's afraid to speak up. Well, he is. Tighearnan is extremely self-conscious and is always worrying about whether he's making a good impression or not. He has a tendency to fidget, especially with his hands.
Among Tighear's pet peeves are people who are mean without any kind of reason. He can understand revenge and defending one's honor, but he can't wrap his head around the concept of hurting people or animals just because one possesses the power to do so. He is not a nonviolent person and will fight if provoked, though it takes him longer to get to that point than most people.
History: Tighearnan came from a crowded minor hold under Fort Hold's influence. His parents were young, but not in love at all. In fact, they pretty well hated each other. The only reason he had been conceived was due to a conveniently located goldflight that passed over the countryside where the two competiting weavers were then fighting over who's work was better. Neither of them had outstanding work, but to be fair, he was a dyer and she was a spinner, so they were in different stages of the same process.
Due to their hatred for one another, Tighearnan was the only child to come of that union, though he would soon gain half-siblings on each side. There was never any reconcilation between the two, no jealousy over the other's partner that led to an epiphany of their love for one another. No, every time they saw each other, they would glare and sneer at each other, but both refused to be the one to give up their home because of the other. The respective half-siblings were soon brought in on the conflict as soon as they were old enough to understand that they should be angry at the others' parent. Poor Tighearnan was stuck in the middle.
He might have been the oldest of the fueling families, but he had no power, no say. Though he had been a happy-go-luck and friendly child, he began to shrink into himself a little, only made worse by the constant teasing of his half-siblings. He spent more time with the old Aunties and Uncles than with children his own age, talking to them about their experiences and their crafts. He eventually decided he'd like to be a beastcrafter, as he wasn't about to go anywhere near the weaver's hall. And the tanner's hall was rumored to be just as argumentative, so that was no place for him either.
At the Hall, Tighearnan took a special interest in chicken and geese, though the animals were rare enough that he didn't dare specialize in that field. So he chose runners instead, a beast that still interested him, even if it wasn't quite what he liked best. The animals were quite majestic, after all, with their sleek muscles and flowing manes and tails. It was easy enough to fall in love with them, learning all about their anatomy and care. He grew to be an excellent rider and had just won his first runner race when the word came.
They were establishing a Hold and a Weyr on the Far Western Continent, hoping to relieve some of the crowding on the Northern Continent. They would need farmers and weaver and beastcrafters and all kinds of other crafters in order to serve the new locations. And though Tighearnan had not walked the tables yet, his Master sent him anyways. He got to travel to the Western Continent and lend his hands to the construction of a new Hold and a new Weyr. Shortly after gold Izith rose, he was even Searched by one of the blues just as the dragonrider was leaving to go back to the Weyr. The rider didn't seem particularly keen on taking the boy, but he did, knowing his duty was to his Weyr and to the eggs that would come.
Tighearnan has spent most of his time since arriving down in the tiny Beastcrafthall, helping out with the handling of animals and assisting with the breeding of a selection of runners and herdbeasts for the Weyr. He saw the clutch lain and Hatched, with not a dragon in there for him. But he was not one to give up so easily. Even if a dragon did not want him, he was happy at the Weyr. The living was a bit rough because it was newly established, but he felt like he was a part of something great.
And then disaster struck. One day most of the Weyr had left to investigate a foggy valley. Hardly any of them returned from that venture, and those who did were in various states of distress. Some had horrible injuries and many were lost even though they'd survived the initial attack. Among the dead were the Weyrwoman and the Weyrleader and then it was determined that the junior queen would never fly again. Only one bronze was left to them to continue the line.
Only a short sevenday later, a strange creature appeared with one of the riders who was presumed to have fallen. Tighearnan was disgusted and very much afraid of this strange thing. The fact that it looked almost like a dragon was evidence of its cunning. But that creature seemed to embody every evil thing that Tighearnan could think of. And then the second one arrived and he didn't know what to do. They were killing the dragons so they could take over the riders! How long would those creatures wait to kill Ariseth's soon-to-Hatch clutch?
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: none
Future: I would like to see him getting over his fear of the basilisks to learn about them. I think he could make a decent dragonhealer as well if he Impresses!
Pets:
i34.tinypic.com/161x3cz.jpg
Name Kenna
Colour: Red (b82314)
Appearance: Striking, would be an appropriate word for this firelizard. A deep, warm crimson stains her hide from head to foot, broken only by bands of an almost pink tone, touching on her legs, tail and haunches, and then spreading across the lower expanse of her wingsails. Overall she’s... a little out of proportion. She’s about the size of a small brown, but a long body and neck contrasts with dumpy legs and tail and broad wings, giving her a slightly ungainly appearance, but one she cares little about.
Personality: She’s endlessly troublesome. Always on the go and into everything, even if it’s not her buiness, Tighearnan will have to be constantly on the lookout so that he can rescue the general public from his newfound friend. Often she will choose to annoy people for the sheer thrill of it, or to relieve boredom. her broad wings give her a good staying power in the air, which she will usually use to it’s full advantage. Only once she has exhausted this, and herself, will Tighearnan have any peace as she sleeps long and deeply.
Dragons Name: Zephyrth
Colour: Green (52ba70)[/color]
Age: 1 month
Hatching Season: Winter 2581
Appearance: Zephyrth is of an average build, not as delicate and refined as some, but not as chunky as others. All you need to do then is scale it up, for she's one of the larger examples, being larger than the occasional blue. Her forelegs though, are that little bit too short and she's pitched forward onto her fore hand a lot more than a dragon normally is, meaning she finds if distinctly more difficult to walk along, so when she can she opts to fly. When she does have to walk she has a very pronounced hopping movement and is not what one could call graceful or elegant. Ungainly is the best way to describe her really.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky and almost innocent at times, Zephyrth views the world with a child-like fascination and delight. Little things are marvelled at and adored, especially if they're pretty or shiny but of course the big things are just as good. With everything so amazing and wonderful, her attention span is a little short but she doesn't mind. You can't rely on her to remember anything of importance as she is worse than most dragons, but she just gets on with it. If her memory's a little bad so what? Worrying about it won't change that. Better to focus on what's hers. Hers and hers alone! No one can take whatever she claims as hers away from her easily, unless of course you trick her. And with her trusting happy nature she's very gullible. Pair that with her bad memory and you can probably pull the same trick on Zephyrth numerous times in a single day, but she's quite happy to just clamber on with life.