Post by Crimson on Jan 10, 2007 20:58:41 GMT -5
Player: Crimson, Crim
Email: sagaciouschaos@aol.com
Character (This is an adoption, but it would appear that you don't need anymore redheads. So I'm going to change it around a bit.)
Name: R'dir (Rendir)
Rank: Rider
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Origin: Southern Hold
Appearance: R'dir, a fairly skin-weathered and tanned young man, tends more to the lean and tall side of the spectrum as it comes to weight and height. Upon first glance, he would appear to be very thin and almost unhealthy, but as several women can attest, he is actually fairly muscular. He has a very ideally Russian body type--tall, lean, and thin. If one wanted to get on his bad side, he might call R'dir feminine.
The rider has a very common hair color: brown. It is a rich tone, and does have almost mahogany-colored highlights, but it is still brown. But to R'dir, that is okay, since he is already so tan. He can be very vain, and he knows if his hair were lighter in color, it would look very...bad. The mahogany streaks are caused by the sun, and they bring out his very blue eyes. His eyes themselves are the most beautiful bit about him. They are ocean-blue, with the same tendencies that the ocean carries. In anger, his eyes tend to dark blue-green; when sunny, they are quite light colored. But in any color, they never lose intensity. They have a deep-thinking and calming quality about them, and often give off the aura of belonging to a trusted brother.
He tends to like reds and oranges more, especially in Gather-clothing. He can be caught wearing brown during work, but schnazzing it up for dinner. R'dir never wears green or yellow, but his favorite shirt is a deep blue.
During work, he likes to wear either his leathers, which are (of course) leather-colored, or he'll wear a rich dark brown shirt, if he's only cleaning. He pairs these choices with almost khaki-colored pants or short-pants. He will wear boots if dragon-working, or sandals if not.
At a Gather, he is resplendant in shades of red, running from russet to scarlet. His pants are generally a rick dark brown shade, and he wears knee-high boots. He'll generally wear some sort of cloth orange "bracelet." He doesn't wear any real jewelry, but he does carry along with him a bejeweled dagger inherited from his father. It was the same dagger that killed him, unfortunately.
Family:
Father-Rendon (deceased)
Mother-Elisia (deceased)
Younger Sister-Tora (deceased)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: R'dir is a quiet and reserved young man. He is not prone to conversation, and only deep down in him is warmth. The rider is not an unfriendly man, just quiet. He tends to keep secrets better than most, and has impressed many with his brotherly nature. Perhaps the right woman could get close enough to his heart to warm him up a bit. He's not an angry man, simply very sad.
The bronzer is a scrapper, a fighter by nature. Though most of the time he doesn't start them, he will finish them. More often than not, they are started because he's trying to protect someone. Generally, he won't give in to a fight, and he has to be mightily antagonized to even join in the fight. He does have undeniable strength, however, and he knows how to fix himself up, wound-wise, after a fight. He also knows when to stop, and the only person he's ever killed is his own father.
He speaks of his family rarely, but if he does, his father isn't spoke of with kind words. His mother and sister, however, obviously strike a sad chord within R'dir, and he prefers not to speak of them so as to avoid dredging up sad memories. Occasionally, however, he begins to think of them, which drives him deeper within himself. Lornath is the only creature alive that he truly cares for, other than himself.
Deep within R'dir is a happy-go-lucky man just beating his way out. Even after his mother died, R'dir was the ever cock-eyed optimist, selling what he could make and bringing home the bacon when his drunk father couldn't. He tried to be as supportive as possible of everyone, going so far as to hide the booze from his dad on a few occasions. There's only so much a boy can take, however, and as the years passed, he became much more withdrawn from everyone except Tora.
R'dir despises alcohol. He knows there's nothing wrong with a glass of wine with dinner, but a shot of quikal to relieve stress is going to far. Drunkards hold the lowest place in his esteem, and he never associates with them. Some would call him Holier-Than-Thou; most would call him sensible.
Hobbies/Skills: Some literacy, though his writing isn't as good as his reading. Tanning leather and cleaning pelts, and some cooking. Incredible fighting skills though.
Pets: None
History: Rendir was the first born son to Rendon and Elisia in Southern Hold. His parents worked alongside a beast herder caravan, and traded for pelts and hides with supplies. They then cleaned and tanned the hides into supple leather, and turned the pelts into soft blankets and liners for cold weather clothing. It was a small buisness, but it kept them fed, and they were happy. When Rendir was two turns of age, his motehr Elisia had a second child, a daughter they named Tora.
But with Tora's birth, Elisia grew weak and frail. She couldn't work the hides and pelts any longer, and even household chores and taking care of the children drained her remaining strength. Her body finally failed her three years after Tora's birth.
Rendon took it the hardest of them all, and when Elisia was growing her weakest, he had taken to the wine bottle. When she had passed, many believed he'd gone crazy from the loss and the grief. She had always stabilized his outbursts, but now that anchor was gone, and some of the neighbors worried about the children, with good reason.
Rendir worked alongside his father, tanning leather and cleaning pelts, but he barely existed in the eyes of his father. Tora was not so lucky. She was the target of her father's constant wrath and outbursts, even if she made the most minor of mistakes, and sometimes when she didn't even make one. Tora was blamed for her mother's death, for taking Elisia's strength when she was born. Many of the blows that could have injured the girl, or even killed her, were taken by Rendir as he shielded her.
This was a constant battle between them, a delicate balance to keep Tora alive, while managing to survive with their livelihood. This balance would be broken though when Rendir was thirteen turns of age. He was returning from the market, having gotten money for their wares, and food to eat that night, when a gurgled scream reached his ears. He ran to the workshop in back of their small house, only to see his father with his strong hands wrapped around Tora's neck. The girl made no sound now, and dangled limply from his father's grasp. Enraged, Rendir charged at his father, but only met the strength of a crazed man.
His father babbled incomprehensibly about Elisia as he wrestled with his son. Rendon then pulled out a small blade and slashed wildly at Rendir, cutting him deeply across his face. After a few more eternal moments of wreslting, Rendir managed to grab the blade from his father and turn it on him, stabbing him in the chest. Rendon fell dead next to the daughter he killed with his own hands. When the neighbors arrived, Rendir was craddling his sister's body and holding the crimson dagger in his hand.
Rendir then joined the beastherder's caravan, trying to make himself useful as a way to dull the pain of leaving behind two freshly turned graves. He got into fights constantly, taking hits without returning any, until something was said to make him snap.
He lived like this for the next four Turns, until the caravan brought him to Ista Weyr. While helping move the beasts along, a Dragonrider stepped forward and drew Rendir aside. The bronze that he rode was the color of the sky above, and sunning in a clearing away from the busy streets. Rendir thought that the Herders would notice him missing, but the Rider had already spoken with them. For a moment the rider's eyes grew distant, and after a great nod from the dragon, Rendir realized that they were communicating with each other. It seemed that both thought he'd make for a good dragonrider, and with the upcoming hatching, was a chance to see it through.
Only a month later, Gold Aerilith's clutch was due to hatch, and the humming of the dragons filled the Weyr. Rendir stood in his white robes at the age of seventeen with the other Candidates, though he stood apart from them. While they were all excited about the hope of Impressing, Rendir was more realistic, planning what he'd do if he didn't Impress. Secretly, he raised his hopes.
The eggs hatched one by one. Then one of the other large eggs began to rock and crack, and a large, wet bronze toppled out. He was almost equivalent in size to a queen hatchling, and a dark bronze color. The dragonling held his head high and instantly passed by the boys gathered nearby, taking Rendir by surprise when he nearly tackled the boy.
His name was Lornath.
Both grew quickly, and what R'dir lacked in socializing, Lornath made up for in personality and chasing anything that was green or gold. Eventually, the island Weyr grew to cramped for the pair, and before they even had the chance to be transferred out, they took off for their own adventure.
The winds carried them back towards the Southern Hold and Weyr where R'dir was raised, but they never landed there. They continued on to the wilds, and discovered the joy of pelt hunting for a dragon. They kept the nicest once for themselves, and traded others.
But when they were pelt hunting one day, the two of them didn't count on dealing with the entire Feline pack, and were swarmed. How the two managed to survive and get away is still a mystery to even them, but they didn't come out unscathed. The scars on both their hides are badges they wear proudly for the death they nearly escaped.
Eventually the two returned to Ista Weyr, to find that it was still too crowded for the two of them. And a rebellious Bronze wasn't overly welcomed by the Golds residing there. So the pair were transferred over to the growing Ponaa Weyr on the southern continent, not only to bring in new blood for the twin Queens, but also in hopes that the rebels could be tamed a little.
Dragon
Name: Lornath
Age: 6 Turns
Color: Bronze
Sire/ Dam: Bronze Korath, Gold Aerilith
Weyr Impressed at: Ista
Appearance: At 36 feet in length, and with proportionate wingspan, Lornath is a very handsome bronze. And he knows it. His coloration is a deep bronze, with it growing lighter around his joints and ridgeline. His wing membranes are a lighter color, with a touch of copper-bronze running through them. But the bronze color of his skin is interupted by long white gash marks that are the scars left over from wild felines. The scars run along his neck, sides and underbelly, to the base of his tail. But instead of disfiguring his form, the scars seem to add to his majesty, and he speaks of them with pride.
Personality: Lornath is a tough talking, egotistical bronze. Even for a Bronze, he takes it to the extremes. He likes to chase after anything green or gold when he gets the chance to. But he does respect R'dir, and seems to be about the only one he'll listen to without much backtalk. Still, even with this additude, Lornath can be a very caring dragon, and loves to play. He still acts like an adolecent.
History: Rendir stood as near to the edge of the sands as he could, away from the other children. Even though the heat didn't bother him, the robe was a bit uncomfortable in the warmth and itchy. He didn't want to have very high hopes for impressing a dragon, but he did. But he hadn't Impressed yet, and it was nearing the end. Most of the eggs had hatched now, but breaths were held as a particuarly large egg began to rock back and forth. One of this size only meant one thing: bronze.
Ren watched as a group of boys gathered around the egg, watching with wide-eyed anticipation as the shell cracked and a wet dragonling spilled out. The dragon looked around, and Rendir wasn't paying his full attention to it. The bronze would pick someone else, he was sure of it. Though, the sight of all the children with their new life-partners brought up the memory of his sister, who always wanted to ride the winds with no fear of her father. Now she could only do it in spirit.
A loud bellow drew his attention, and as he was brought back to reality, the sight of a bounding bronze dragon filled his vision. He immediately fell back slightly as he was tackled to the ground, softening his fall and the damage the dragon could have done to him. Working with the Herders had payed off.
A wet tounge ran across his cheek in an affectionate way. Call me Lornath.....but you need to learn to pay attention, or I'll pounce you again.
Rendir's, now R'dir, laugh rang out, calling out the name of the dragon he wouldn't let pounce him again.
Wing Flown With: Currently Beta
Email: sagaciouschaos@aol.com
Character (This is an adoption, but it would appear that you don't need anymore redheads. So I'm going to change it around a bit.)
Name: R'dir (Rendir)
Rank: Rider
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Origin: Southern Hold
Appearance: R'dir, a fairly skin-weathered and tanned young man, tends more to the lean and tall side of the spectrum as it comes to weight and height. Upon first glance, he would appear to be very thin and almost unhealthy, but as several women can attest, he is actually fairly muscular. He has a very ideally Russian body type--tall, lean, and thin. If one wanted to get on his bad side, he might call R'dir feminine.
The rider has a very common hair color: brown. It is a rich tone, and does have almost mahogany-colored highlights, but it is still brown. But to R'dir, that is okay, since he is already so tan. He can be very vain, and he knows if his hair were lighter in color, it would look very...bad. The mahogany streaks are caused by the sun, and they bring out his very blue eyes. His eyes themselves are the most beautiful bit about him. They are ocean-blue, with the same tendencies that the ocean carries. In anger, his eyes tend to dark blue-green; when sunny, they are quite light colored. But in any color, they never lose intensity. They have a deep-thinking and calming quality about them, and often give off the aura of belonging to a trusted brother.
He tends to like reds and oranges more, especially in Gather-clothing. He can be caught wearing brown during work, but schnazzing it up for dinner. R'dir never wears green or yellow, but his favorite shirt is a deep blue.
During work, he likes to wear either his leathers, which are (of course) leather-colored, or he'll wear a rich dark brown shirt, if he's only cleaning. He pairs these choices with almost khaki-colored pants or short-pants. He will wear boots if dragon-working, or sandals if not.
At a Gather, he is resplendant in shades of red, running from russet to scarlet. His pants are generally a rick dark brown shade, and he wears knee-high boots. He'll generally wear some sort of cloth orange "bracelet." He doesn't wear any real jewelry, but he does carry along with him a bejeweled dagger inherited from his father. It was the same dagger that killed him, unfortunately.
Family:
Father-Rendon (deceased)
Mother-Elisia (deceased)
Younger Sister-Tora (deceased)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: R'dir is a quiet and reserved young man. He is not prone to conversation, and only deep down in him is warmth. The rider is not an unfriendly man, just quiet. He tends to keep secrets better than most, and has impressed many with his brotherly nature. Perhaps the right woman could get close enough to his heart to warm him up a bit. He's not an angry man, simply very sad.
The bronzer is a scrapper, a fighter by nature. Though most of the time he doesn't start them, he will finish them. More often than not, they are started because he's trying to protect someone. Generally, he won't give in to a fight, and he has to be mightily antagonized to even join in the fight. He does have undeniable strength, however, and he knows how to fix himself up, wound-wise, after a fight. He also knows when to stop, and the only person he's ever killed is his own father.
He speaks of his family rarely, but if he does, his father isn't spoke of with kind words. His mother and sister, however, obviously strike a sad chord within R'dir, and he prefers not to speak of them so as to avoid dredging up sad memories. Occasionally, however, he begins to think of them, which drives him deeper within himself. Lornath is the only creature alive that he truly cares for, other than himself.
Deep within R'dir is a happy-go-lucky man just beating his way out. Even after his mother died, R'dir was the ever cock-eyed optimist, selling what he could make and bringing home the bacon when his drunk father couldn't. He tried to be as supportive as possible of everyone, going so far as to hide the booze from his dad on a few occasions. There's only so much a boy can take, however, and as the years passed, he became much more withdrawn from everyone except Tora.
R'dir despises alcohol. He knows there's nothing wrong with a glass of wine with dinner, but a shot of quikal to relieve stress is going to far. Drunkards hold the lowest place in his esteem, and he never associates with them. Some would call him Holier-Than-Thou; most would call him sensible.
Hobbies/Skills: Some literacy, though his writing isn't as good as his reading. Tanning leather and cleaning pelts, and some cooking. Incredible fighting skills though.
Pets: None
History: Rendir was the first born son to Rendon and Elisia in Southern Hold. His parents worked alongside a beast herder caravan, and traded for pelts and hides with supplies. They then cleaned and tanned the hides into supple leather, and turned the pelts into soft blankets and liners for cold weather clothing. It was a small buisness, but it kept them fed, and they were happy. When Rendir was two turns of age, his motehr Elisia had a second child, a daughter they named Tora.
But with Tora's birth, Elisia grew weak and frail. She couldn't work the hides and pelts any longer, and even household chores and taking care of the children drained her remaining strength. Her body finally failed her three years after Tora's birth.
Rendon took it the hardest of them all, and when Elisia was growing her weakest, he had taken to the wine bottle. When she had passed, many believed he'd gone crazy from the loss and the grief. She had always stabilized his outbursts, but now that anchor was gone, and some of the neighbors worried about the children, with good reason.
Rendir worked alongside his father, tanning leather and cleaning pelts, but he barely existed in the eyes of his father. Tora was not so lucky. She was the target of her father's constant wrath and outbursts, even if she made the most minor of mistakes, and sometimes when she didn't even make one. Tora was blamed for her mother's death, for taking Elisia's strength when she was born. Many of the blows that could have injured the girl, or even killed her, were taken by Rendir as he shielded her.
This was a constant battle between them, a delicate balance to keep Tora alive, while managing to survive with their livelihood. This balance would be broken though when Rendir was thirteen turns of age. He was returning from the market, having gotten money for their wares, and food to eat that night, when a gurgled scream reached his ears. He ran to the workshop in back of their small house, only to see his father with his strong hands wrapped around Tora's neck. The girl made no sound now, and dangled limply from his father's grasp. Enraged, Rendir charged at his father, but only met the strength of a crazed man.
His father babbled incomprehensibly about Elisia as he wrestled with his son. Rendon then pulled out a small blade and slashed wildly at Rendir, cutting him deeply across his face. After a few more eternal moments of wreslting, Rendir managed to grab the blade from his father and turn it on him, stabbing him in the chest. Rendon fell dead next to the daughter he killed with his own hands. When the neighbors arrived, Rendir was craddling his sister's body and holding the crimson dagger in his hand.
Rendir then joined the beastherder's caravan, trying to make himself useful as a way to dull the pain of leaving behind two freshly turned graves. He got into fights constantly, taking hits without returning any, until something was said to make him snap.
He lived like this for the next four Turns, until the caravan brought him to Ista Weyr. While helping move the beasts along, a Dragonrider stepped forward and drew Rendir aside. The bronze that he rode was the color of the sky above, and sunning in a clearing away from the busy streets. Rendir thought that the Herders would notice him missing, but the Rider had already spoken with them. For a moment the rider's eyes grew distant, and after a great nod from the dragon, Rendir realized that they were communicating with each other. It seemed that both thought he'd make for a good dragonrider, and with the upcoming hatching, was a chance to see it through.
Only a month later, Gold Aerilith's clutch was due to hatch, and the humming of the dragons filled the Weyr. Rendir stood in his white robes at the age of seventeen with the other Candidates, though he stood apart from them. While they were all excited about the hope of Impressing, Rendir was more realistic, planning what he'd do if he didn't Impress. Secretly, he raised his hopes.
The eggs hatched one by one. Then one of the other large eggs began to rock and crack, and a large, wet bronze toppled out. He was almost equivalent in size to a queen hatchling, and a dark bronze color. The dragonling held his head high and instantly passed by the boys gathered nearby, taking Rendir by surprise when he nearly tackled the boy.
His name was Lornath.
Both grew quickly, and what R'dir lacked in socializing, Lornath made up for in personality and chasing anything that was green or gold. Eventually, the island Weyr grew to cramped for the pair, and before they even had the chance to be transferred out, they took off for their own adventure.
The winds carried them back towards the Southern Hold and Weyr where R'dir was raised, but they never landed there. They continued on to the wilds, and discovered the joy of pelt hunting for a dragon. They kept the nicest once for themselves, and traded others.
But when they were pelt hunting one day, the two of them didn't count on dealing with the entire Feline pack, and were swarmed. How the two managed to survive and get away is still a mystery to even them, but they didn't come out unscathed. The scars on both their hides are badges they wear proudly for the death they nearly escaped.
Eventually the two returned to Ista Weyr, to find that it was still too crowded for the two of them. And a rebellious Bronze wasn't overly welcomed by the Golds residing there. So the pair were transferred over to the growing Ponaa Weyr on the southern continent, not only to bring in new blood for the twin Queens, but also in hopes that the rebels could be tamed a little.
Dragon
Name: Lornath
Age: 6 Turns
Color: Bronze
Sire/ Dam: Bronze Korath, Gold Aerilith
Weyr Impressed at: Ista
Appearance: At 36 feet in length, and with proportionate wingspan, Lornath is a very handsome bronze. And he knows it. His coloration is a deep bronze, with it growing lighter around his joints and ridgeline. His wing membranes are a lighter color, with a touch of copper-bronze running through them. But the bronze color of his skin is interupted by long white gash marks that are the scars left over from wild felines. The scars run along his neck, sides and underbelly, to the base of his tail. But instead of disfiguring his form, the scars seem to add to his majesty, and he speaks of them with pride.
Personality: Lornath is a tough talking, egotistical bronze. Even for a Bronze, he takes it to the extremes. He likes to chase after anything green or gold when he gets the chance to. But he does respect R'dir, and seems to be about the only one he'll listen to without much backtalk. Still, even with this additude, Lornath can be a very caring dragon, and loves to play. He still acts like an adolecent.
History: Rendir stood as near to the edge of the sands as he could, away from the other children. Even though the heat didn't bother him, the robe was a bit uncomfortable in the warmth and itchy. He didn't want to have very high hopes for impressing a dragon, but he did. But he hadn't Impressed yet, and it was nearing the end. Most of the eggs had hatched now, but breaths were held as a particuarly large egg began to rock back and forth. One of this size only meant one thing: bronze.
Ren watched as a group of boys gathered around the egg, watching with wide-eyed anticipation as the shell cracked and a wet dragonling spilled out. The dragon looked around, and Rendir wasn't paying his full attention to it. The bronze would pick someone else, he was sure of it. Though, the sight of all the children with their new life-partners brought up the memory of his sister, who always wanted to ride the winds with no fear of her father. Now she could only do it in spirit.
A loud bellow drew his attention, and as he was brought back to reality, the sight of a bounding bronze dragon filled his vision. He immediately fell back slightly as he was tackled to the ground, softening his fall and the damage the dragon could have done to him. Working with the Herders had payed off.
A wet tounge ran across his cheek in an affectionate way. Call me Lornath.....but you need to learn to pay attention, or I'll pounce you again.
Rendir's, now R'dir, laugh rang out, calling out the name of the dragon he wouldn't let pounce him again.
Wing Flown With: Currently Beta
