Post by Jennalyn on Mar 9, 2007 11:22:58 GMT -5
Email: dragoness[at]jennalyn[dot]net
Character
Name: R'daur
Rank: Brownrider, aspiring Dragonhealer
Gender: Male
Age: 22 turns
Origin: Small cothold a ways out from Ponaa Hold
Appearance:
Standing a good 6'3", R'daur usually sports nape-length to shoulder-length hair, though that's more from lack of trimming than a desire for any kind of length. It's mostly straight and dark brown, but a handful of gray hairs can be seen near his temples, either starting to gray or fully grown out. It's partly due to genetic predisposition and partly due to the stress he deals with in his apprenticeship. Some say it makes him look more dignified, while others just say he looks like he's aging prematurely. His watery gray eyes only add to that impression, though they can be sharp when there's a problem that he needs to solve to solve.
When he has the time, he enjoys engaging in physical activity to keep himself trim. Health is important to him, as is stamina and the ability to last for as long as he needs to while training and practicing his chosen profession. When work becomes stressful and demanding, though, he will work himself to the bone and develop a harried, gaunt appearance if his self-neglect is left unchallenged. If a crisis occurs that requires his intense concentration for extended periods of time and lasts for many days at a time, he will become more prone to stress-related headaches, which only bothered him occasionally before.
R'daur dresses in sturdy, warm clothes whenever possible, which might be a thick, well-worn woolen tunic and pants if the occasion is informal. He has a fondness for some jewelry, especially simple metallic rings, but he can't often wear them due to the hands-on nature of his work. His beltknife is always sharpened to a razor's edge because, in his opinion, a healer of any kind should never be without a good knife.
Family:
His father was Daumun, a small-time farmer in a small-time cothold, and his mother was Ruwatta, born at Benden Weyr but fostered out to family in a nearby cothold at a young age. His mother died due to complications from childbirth when he was ten and his father was left with six mouths to feed alone.
His oldest brother at four years older is Dormund, built like their father and well able to handle the rigors of farm life. After that is his brother Ettan, smaller but quick on his feet and smart when it comes to crop cycles and planting. They're both long married and have families of their own, working the same plot of land together and doing moderately well. He hears from them every so often and enjoys getting news of his nieces and nephews, however rare it is.
Younger than him are Yatta and Datine, both workers in the kitchens of Ponaa Hold. They are two and three years younger than him respectively. They've had children of their already and planned to raise others as foster parents, but he pays them little mind, having drifted apart after he took up his apprenticeship with the healers. Youngest of all was his brother Dulak who, though seven years younger and small, had ingratiated himself with their father enough that the man couldn't part with him. The resemblance to his dead wife was just too strong, and this had been her baby for too many years.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, with a slight preference for men.
Personality:
A serious and often stressed young man, R'daur has earned the few gray hairs that have begun to sprout at his temples. He values life and health above all things and views his patients as paramount to his life. If they aren't comfortable, he has trouble relaxing, and if he knows there's someone who needs tending to, he finds it difficult if not impossible to leave the task until later and get some rest. The health of other people takes precedence above his own, so much so that he will easily forget about food and sleep during a crisis in favor of working feverishly to save those under his care. Even when neglecting himself terribly, however, a gentle nudge from Lheth regarding the brown's well-being is all it takes for him to to disengage from work and care for his dragon.
When people look at him, at a glance they see an often tired, rarely jovial youth with permanent creases in his forehead and a small frown turning down his lips without his even realizing it. It's when a person they know is placed under his care that they realize what a mask that is, and what a compassionate and empathic soul lurks beneath the facade. If there is anything that can be done to help his patients, he will do it. If not, he will try to ensure that their pain is numbed and their passing easy. It's not uncommon for him to have nightmares of the people he and his masters weren't able to save and the families left bereft in their loss.
In his spare time he grows a small garden of medicinal plants for use in his lotions and salves. His Weyr granted him a tiny plot to use during the growing season and he's become adept at coaxing life out of unwilling or finicky plants, supplementing the stores he's provided with fresh ingredients of his own. Something of the farmer in his past comes through in these moments and he cares for the plants almost as he would a patient. His masters find it quite amusing and wastes no time in teasing him about his newest'children'.
R'daur has had some experience with members of both sexes. He doesn't object to a good fling with a woman but he's generally had more fun with men, something he keeps to himself so as not to antagonize the Powers That Be. Younger is his preference and he wouldn't mind finding a mate someday who can accept being third in his heart, after Lheth and his calling as a healer.
Hobbies/Skills:
With nine years as an apprentice healer under his belt, R'daur knows a great deal more about medicine than the average dragonrider. He would have walked the tables as a Journeyman in a year or two more if he hadn't Impressed, and his passion as a healer has not diminished since his Impression, merely redirected itself. Now, rather than focusing exclusively on people, he is interested in learning to heal dragons as well. Convincing the current Weyrhealer to take him on is like pulling teeth, however, and he has yet to make any real headway. He also has some small skill with gardening and enjoys growing his own plants to supplement what's normally available at the Weyr.
Pets: None at this time, though he's interested in obtaining a flit egg if he ever gets the chance.
History:
Born Rundaur to a couple of amateur farmers, he started out living in a small cothold a ways out from Ponaa Hold, the third of many children. The couple was poor but relatively happy with their lot in life and their many children. After the birth of her seventh, his mother was left weak and struggling in a harsh winter. She didn't make it through to spring, leaving his father alone with a newborn infant, who died not long after his mother from a high fever. With their father's consent, a ten-turn-old Rundaur and his two younger sisters were fostered out in exchange for three slightly older children from the nearby Hold whose parents were looking for some relief.
He spent his first few months at the Hold familiarizing himself with the society and trying to find his place. Kitchen work was always the default, but he was a bright and capable boy. Those concerned with his placement knew he could achieve more and began testing him for various aptitudes. After a while of this, the Hold's old healer expressed an interest in sending him off to the Healer Hall and so his teaching began.
The next several turns were spent learning to read and write, then learning the various plants and herbs native to the area and used in medicine. While doing that broadened the scope of his knowledge as a healer, it wasn't until he began helping his master with actual patients that a spark of passion for the profession started to grow. Helping others and seeing them prosper was what drove him on in his studies, replacing the simple desire for knowledge.
When he was eighteen turns and well into his apprenticeship, Rundaur asked his masters leave to return to Ponaa Hold to check up on his family. With their permission, he paid a visit to his father and siblings, but before he could return to the Hall, a Search dragon dropped in on the Hold and insisted that he had potential as a candidate. Due to his age, he would only have the opportunity to stand for one clutch before he was ineligible, so he agreed on the condition that the Weyr would give him a ride back to the Hall if he failed to Impress. They never had to make good on that promise thanks to Lheth.
Two years of intense Weyrling training left him with a heightened respect for dragons and their riders, as well as a new ambition. Every Threadfall resulted in some kind of injury, whether it was a minor score or a life-threatening injury. The healer in him demanded that he learn as much about dragon anatomy as possible so that he would be able to treat Lheth should anything ever happen to him. To that end, he is trying his hardest to secure an assistantship with they Weyr's current healer, a difficult man at the best of times.
Dragon
Name: Lheth
Age: 4 turns
Sire / Dam: Gold Lamenth / Bronze Brakith
Weyr Impressed at: Ponaa Weyr
Color:
Lheth is a rich, warm brown, the color evenly distributed across his hide. A few scars mar the smooth texture of his right side from an unpleasant fall and scrape as a weyrling, but they don't hamper his mobility in any way and are in fact quite faded now.
Appearance:
A mid-sized brown, Lheth has large, strong wings that give him a good deal of stamina in flight. He can last a while, whether it's a mating flight or a Fall. His shoulder and wing muscles are especially well developed, as he's often flying around the Weyr while his rider is otherwise occupied. The aforementioned scarring on his side is a source of old embarrassment for the dragon, one of his rare crystal-clear memories from weyrling training. Where he fell and scraped his side on jagged rocks there remains pale scars and a raised, uneven texture.
Personality:
Lheth has the same compassionate soul as his rider, but it's expressed towards the man and his patients alone. He's not a particularly sociable dragon, though he treats them all with the courtesy they're due, and he has little use for humans other than his rider and perhaps the man's eventual weyrmate. He will take care of his rider at all costs, much as would be done for him.
You might say the brown thinks of R'daur as his permanent patient, keeping tabs on when he last ate and rested so that he knows exactly when to intervene for maximum effect, which is when his rider is still semi-conscious but least able to argue. He has learned much about dragon anatomy working alongside his rider and could potentially help R'daur save time in critical situations by obtaining a list of symptoms before he even gets to the patient dragon. He supports his rider's ambition fully.
History:
Lheth hatched near the middle of his clutch, breaking shell with a loud creel and scattering shards amongst his siblings. A particularly sharp one stuck up and caught on his soft brown wing as it dragged through the sand, causing him to cry out with a different sort of noise. Another voice could be heard at the same time, filled half with the concern of a doctor and half with shared pain at the hatchling's plight.
"No, don't pull it any more!" the young man cried, running forward and falling to his knees in the burning sand. "You'll only rip the membrane and injure yourself. Here, let me..."
With a moment's careful work, Rundaur worked the jagged shell fragment free from the brown and tossed it violently to the side, irrationally angry at it for hurting his precious Lheth. When that thought hit home, it made him glad he was already kneeling because his legs wouldn't have supported his weight at the realization.
Your Lheth thanks you, R'daur, the gentle voice of the hatching crooned in his mind, the pain temporarily ignored as he stared up at this boy in wonder. It was an odd echo of the new rider's own, younger and deeper but still familiar.
The sensation was the most amazing thing he could imagine and he knew that nothing would ever compare to the feeling of love and adoration emanating from the mind of this hatchling, his Lheth. The brown spoke again, his voice acquiring a pleading tone. You saved me. But...I would thank you again if you found me something to eat.
Wing Flown With: Beta Wing
Character
Name: R'daur
Rank: Brownrider, aspiring Dragonhealer
Gender: Male
Age: 22 turns
Origin: Small cothold a ways out from Ponaa Hold
Appearance:
Standing a good 6'3", R'daur usually sports nape-length to shoulder-length hair, though that's more from lack of trimming than a desire for any kind of length. It's mostly straight and dark brown, but a handful of gray hairs can be seen near his temples, either starting to gray or fully grown out. It's partly due to genetic predisposition and partly due to the stress he deals with in his apprenticeship. Some say it makes him look more dignified, while others just say he looks like he's aging prematurely. His watery gray eyes only add to that impression, though they can be sharp when there's a problem that he needs to solve to solve.
When he has the time, he enjoys engaging in physical activity to keep himself trim. Health is important to him, as is stamina and the ability to last for as long as he needs to while training and practicing his chosen profession. When work becomes stressful and demanding, though, he will work himself to the bone and develop a harried, gaunt appearance if his self-neglect is left unchallenged. If a crisis occurs that requires his intense concentration for extended periods of time and lasts for many days at a time, he will become more prone to stress-related headaches, which only bothered him occasionally before.
R'daur dresses in sturdy, warm clothes whenever possible, which might be a thick, well-worn woolen tunic and pants if the occasion is informal. He has a fondness for some jewelry, especially simple metallic rings, but he can't often wear them due to the hands-on nature of his work. His beltknife is always sharpened to a razor's edge because, in his opinion, a healer of any kind should never be without a good knife.
Family:
His father was Daumun, a small-time farmer in a small-time cothold, and his mother was Ruwatta, born at Benden Weyr but fostered out to family in a nearby cothold at a young age. His mother died due to complications from childbirth when he was ten and his father was left with six mouths to feed alone.
His oldest brother at four years older is Dormund, built like their father and well able to handle the rigors of farm life. After that is his brother Ettan, smaller but quick on his feet and smart when it comes to crop cycles and planting. They're both long married and have families of their own, working the same plot of land together and doing moderately well. He hears from them every so often and enjoys getting news of his nieces and nephews, however rare it is.
Younger than him are Yatta and Datine, both workers in the kitchens of Ponaa Hold. They are two and three years younger than him respectively. They've had children of their already and planned to raise others as foster parents, but he pays them little mind, having drifted apart after he took up his apprenticeship with the healers. Youngest of all was his brother Dulak who, though seven years younger and small, had ingratiated himself with their father enough that the man couldn't part with him. The resemblance to his dead wife was just too strong, and this had been her baby for too many years.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, with a slight preference for men.
Personality:
A serious and often stressed young man, R'daur has earned the few gray hairs that have begun to sprout at his temples. He values life and health above all things and views his patients as paramount to his life. If they aren't comfortable, he has trouble relaxing, and if he knows there's someone who needs tending to, he finds it difficult if not impossible to leave the task until later and get some rest. The health of other people takes precedence above his own, so much so that he will easily forget about food and sleep during a crisis in favor of working feverishly to save those under his care. Even when neglecting himself terribly, however, a gentle nudge from Lheth regarding the brown's well-being is all it takes for him to to disengage from work and care for his dragon.
When people look at him, at a glance they see an often tired, rarely jovial youth with permanent creases in his forehead and a small frown turning down his lips without his even realizing it. It's when a person they know is placed under his care that they realize what a mask that is, and what a compassionate and empathic soul lurks beneath the facade. If there is anything that can be done to help his patients, he will do it. If not, he will try to ensure that their pain is numbed and their passing easy. It's not uncommon for him to have nightmares of the people he and his masters weren't able to save and the families left bereft in their loss.
In his spare time he grows a small garden of medicinal plants for use in his lotions and salves. His Weyr granted him a tiny plot to use during the growing season and he's become adept at coaxing life out of unwilling or finicky plants, supplementing the stores he's provided with fresh ingredients of his own. Something of the farmer in his past comes through in these moments and he cares for the plants almost as he would a patient. His masters find it quite amusing and wastes no time in teasing him about his newest'children'.
R'daur has had some experience with members of both sexes. He doesn't object to a good fling with a woman but he's generally had more fun with men, something he keeps to himself so as not to antagonize the Powers That Be. Younger is his preference and he wouldn't mind finding a mate someday who can accept being third in his heart, after Lheth and his calling as a healer.
Hobbies/Skills:
With nine years as an apprentice healer under his belt, R'daur knows a great deal more about medicine than the average dragonrider. He would have walked the tables as a Journeyman in a year or two more if he hadn't Impressed, and his passion as a healer has not diminished since his Impression, merely redirected itself. Now, rather than focusing exclusively on people, he is interested in learning to heal dragons as well. Convincing the current Weyrhealer to take him on is like pulling teeth, however, and he has yet to make any real headway. He also has some small skill with gardening and enjoys growing his own plants to supplement what's normally available at the Weyr.
Pets: None at this time, though he's interested in obtaining a flit egg if he ever gets the chance.
History:
Born Rundaur to a couple of amateur farmers, he started out living in a small cothold a ways out from Ponaa Hold, the third of many children. The couple was poor but relatively happy with their lot in life and their many children. After the birth of her seventh, his mother was left weak and struggling in a harsh winter. She didn't make it through to spring, leaving his father alone with a newborn infant, who died not long after his mother from a high fever. With their father's consent, a ten-turn-old Rundaur and his two younger sisters were fostered out in exchange for three slightly older children from the nearby Hold whose parents were looking for some relief.
He spent his first few months at the Hold familiarizing himself with the society and trying to find his place. Kitchen work was always the default, but he was a bright and capable boy. Those concerned with his placement knew he could achieve more and began testing him for various aptitudes. After a while of this, the Hold's old healer expressed an interest in sending him off to the Healer Hall and so his teaching began.
The next several turns were spent learning to read and write, then learning the various plants and herbs native to the area and used in medicine. While doing that broadened the scope of his knowledge as a healer, it wasn't until he began helping his master with actual patients that a spark of passion for the profession started to grow. Helping others and seeing them prosper was what drove him on in his studies, replacing the simple desire for knowledge.
When he was eighteen turns and well into his apprenticeship, Rundaur asked his masters leave to return to Ponaa Hold to check up on his family. With their permission, he paid a visit to his father and siblings, but before he could return to the Hall, a Search dragon dropped in on the Hold and insisted that he had potential as a candidate. Due to his age, he would only have the opportunity to stand for one clutch before he was ineligible, so he agreed on the condition that the Weyr would give him a ride back to the Hall if he failed to Impress. They never had to make good on that promise thanks to Lheth.
Two years of intense Weyrling training left him with a heightened respect for dragons and their riders, as well as a new ambition. Every Threadfall resulted in some kind of injury, whether it was a minor score or a life-threatening injury. The healer in him demanded that he learn as much about dragon anatomy as possible so that he would be able to treat Lheth should anything ever happen to him. To that end, he is trying his hardest to secure an assistantship with they Weyr's current healer, a difficult man at the best of times.
Dragon
Name: Lheth
Age: 4 turns
Sire / Dam: Gold Lamenth / Bronze Brakith
Weyr Impressed at: Ponaa Weyr
Color:
Lheth is a rich, warm brown, the color evenly distributed across his hide. A few scars mar the smooth texture of his right side from an unpleasant fall and scrape as a weyrling, but they don't hamper his mobility in any way and are in fact quite faded now.
Appearance:
A mid-sized brown, Lheth has large, strong wings that give him a good deal of stamina in flight. He can last a while, whether it's a mating flight or a Fall. His shoulder and wing muscles are especially well developed, as he's often flying around the Weyr while his rider is otherwise occupied. The aforementioned scarring on his side is a source of old embarrassment for the dragon, one of his rare crystal-clear memories from weyrling training. Where he fell and scraped his side on jagged rocks there remains pale scars and a raised, uneven texture.
Personality:
Lheth has the same compassionate soul as his rider, but it's expressed towards the man and his patients alone. He's not a particularly sociable dragon, though he treats them all with the courtesy they're due, and he has little use for humans other than his rider and perhaps the man's eventual weyrmate. He will take care of his rider at all costs, much as would be done for him.
You might say the brown thinks of R'daur as his permanent patient, keeping tabs on when he last ate and rested so that he knows exactly when to intervene for maximum effect, which is when his rider is still semi-conscious but least able to argue. He has learned much about dragon anatomy working alongside his rider and could potentially help R'daur save time in critical situations by obtaining a list of symptoms before he even gets to the patient dragon. He supports his rider's ambition fully.
History:
Lheth hatched near the middle of his clutch, breaking shell with a loud creel and scattering shards amongst his siblings. A particularly sharp one stuck up and caught on his soft brown wing as it dragged through the sand, causing him to cry out with a different sort of noise. Another voice could be heard at the same time, filled half with the concern of a doctor and half with shared pain at the hatchling's plight.
"No, don't pull it any more!" the young man cried, running forward and falling to his knees in the burning sand. "You'll only rip the membrane and injure yourself. Here, let me..."
With a moment's careful work, Rundaur worked the jagged shell fragment free from the brown and tossed it violently to the side, irrationally angry at it for hurting his precious Lheth. When that thought hit home, it made him glad he was already kneeling because his legs wouldn't have supported his weight at the realization.
Your Lheth thanks you, R'daur, the gentle voice of the hatching crooned in his mind, the pain temporarily ignored as he stared up at this boy in wonder. It was an odd echo of the new rider's own, younger and deeper but still familiar.
The sensation was the most amazing thing he could imagine and he knew that nothing would ever compare to the feeling of love and adoration emanating from the mind of this hatchling, his Lheth. The brown spoke again, his voice acquiring a pleading tone. You saved me. But...I would thank you again if you found me something to eat.
Wing Flown With: Beta Wing
