Post by phlysolo on Oct 23, 2008 0:45:43 GMT -5
Name: S'koin
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Season: Summer
Sexuality: Considered bisexual, with more tendencies to be heterosexual.
Rank: Brownrider, Assistant Weyrling Master
Hair: A shabby mousey brown
Eyes: Dark, 'klah colored'
Height: 5'11
Weight: TBA
Description:
Most grown men on Pern stand well over six feet and tower over lesser individuals. S'koin was not gifted with height, however, as he barely skirts over the eleven inch mark of a measuring stick. The man's shortness of stature is easily made up by his burly strength. Every inch of him is covered with thick, heavy muscle and it is plain to see that he's a physical force to be reckoned with. In every manual job he performs, S'koin is looked to to add the muscle power to the task and help the job get done faster with his brute strength. In fact, he looks just as intimidating with his rock hard muscles that it more than compensates for his lack of height.
But, the man retains an approachable appearance and generally his hard chiseled face is smashed into a pleasant smile. His dark brown, almost black eyes, glint happily at all times of the day, early morning or late in the evening. His hair is cut neatly and the waves made flat. S'koin wouldn't be called attractive, but he looks personable enough. It could also be said that the man's appearance is one of a 'typical' brownrider, for he is not as attractive as bronzeriders are stereotypically associated to be, but he's easy on the eyes.
Unless he's specifically on duty, S'koin is rarely dressed in anything more formal than a pair of tattered looking wherhide trousers and a worn and faded shirt or jerkin. In fact, it is questionable that he even has dressier clothes as the man is well known to show up to Gathers wearing little more than what most people would consider casual wear. The man has never, apparently, ever heard of nor understood the meaning of 'dressing up,' but that's all the better because S'koin is generally rather hard on his clothes and it's difficult for him to even find a pair of boots that isn't completely worn in on the soles or a shirt that isn't threadbare.
History:
At child birth, S'koin, then Seriokoin, was rather ordinary. His father and mother worked hard at their Crafts in Rutha Hold, earning hard every single mark that they were compensated with. It was thus unfortunate to say that Seriokoin's father had a rather bad habit. He was thoroughly and completely addicted to gambling of all sorts. The man played cards, participated in throwing knife or dart competitions, bet on runnerbeast races, and the like. He also had the unfortunate quality of believing that he could never, ever lose and it was with this attitude that he gambled away the entire family's inheritance and means of survival when the boy was barely eight Turns.
Seriokoin now cannot remember the exact details, but he does know that his mother had furiously screamed with his father for several hours after the fateful card game. They ended the verbal brawl and his mother briskly walked out the door, leaving Seriokoin, his four siblings, and his father alone to fix the mess his sire had put them in. His Craftwork, never incredible to begin with, diminished absolutely and finally the tanner hall quietly dismissed him of his job. With no means of income he was forced to sell himself and his children into the sad life of indentured servitude.
But the boy, who was too young to really understand his situation, was not at all troubled by their relocation and the relatively difficult life he lived just on the outskirts of Rutha Hold proper. He, his siblings, and his father lived on a sprawling acreage owned by some well-to-do farmer Holder. He had been told, he vaguely remembered, that he had to serve ol' whats-his-name for eighteen Turns to pay off the debt that his father had landed them in. He supposed, but doesn't quite remember for sure, that his siblings had all been charged with the same sort of 'term.' Why it would take so long to repay the marks his father had had to borrow from the man was unbeknown to the lad.
And so his life continued for five long Turns. Seriokoin was separated from his father and siblings for so long that he forgot both their names and faces. His life was his work and his work was his life, although he wasn't a very accomplished stablehand. He was, however, dependable and steadfast, doing everything asked of him without a complaint or dirty look. While he did not revel in work, he seemed to enjoy the steady paces he could work at with beasts or crop alike. His education had ebbed to a halt and it was clear to even Seriokoin himself that his life would produce nothing, nothing at all, if he were to stay living the way he was under the Holder.
The boy was so effectively cut off from the rest of the world that he was astounded to see a bluedragon landing in the middle of a crop field. Apparently, the beast had over strained his left wing in flight and his rider had lowered the two of them to landing in the safest place they could think of: a large field beHolden to Rutha. Seriokoin was the first person on the scene and the thirteen Turn old boy was just as taken aback by the blue pair as they were of him. They couldn't believe that he had such sparse knowledge of dragonkind and of, well, everything else for that matter; why had not been properly trained by a harper? As for Seriokoin, he'd known, naturally, about dragons, but to actually see one! It was incredible, but not as incredible as what would be to come.
The dragon had...sensed something in the young man during their brief meeting and had insisted on taking Seriokoin with him. Of course, when the Holder learned of this absurdity, he waved the bluerider off, saying that Seriokoin would amount to nothing more than a drudge, for he was too stupid to be anything else, particularly not a dragonrider. But the bluerider had seen enough. Obviously, the Holder had no intention of rasing the lad according to Tradition, thus it was the dragonrider's duty to not only take him to a Weyr and properly learn him, but to also give him the honor of Standing for a Clutch.
Despite the Holder's protests, Seriokoin was lifted a-dragonback and taken to High Reaches Weyr. The lad had acted entirely bemused by the whole situation, not entirely comprehending what was going on. He, of course, didn't believe he possessed anything in him that would make him some kind of great dragonrider, but it would be nice to actually live his life rather than slave away on some dusty field...
So, the boy learned and grew and prospered for himself. He was educated in all the ways of dragonkind and Tradition, but that didn't necessarily mean he was fit to be a rider! No, Seriokoin stood for Clutch after Clutch after Clutch and not once, not one time at all did any dragon even sniff in his general direction. No, he stood alone for Turns, watching friends and acquaintances bond permanently and completely with an incredible dragon that was...them. He became jealous and bitter as his Turns went on and he knew if a dragon did not choose him within the next Turn or so, he would have to go back to Crafting...
But hope was not all lost! A queen had Risen and had produced such a fine Clutch that Seriokoin was not at all worried any more. An incredible forty Eggs stood upon High Reaches Hatching Grounds that it would be...obvious that he was not really dragonrider material if he didn't find a lifemate amongst such a large amount of Eggs. Only the Hatching would tell that and the time between Clutch, Touch, and eruption went by fast for the young man. It wasn't long before he stood in the front of the line of boys at one of High Reaches last Clutches before the Plague.
The first dragon who broke his shell was a big brown. He was massive by brown standards, almost as large as the smallest of bronzes, in fact. Like any brown, he was looking around with determination for someone who would fulfill his duties to the Weyr just as he would do. And it seemed that this one dragonet had only one human on his mind. Without hardly a pause from breaking shell, the brown strode purposefully forward and came to a direct stop in front of Seriokoin.
S'koin, I find myself exceedingly hungry and I know that you, as my rider, will feed me.
And in that moment, Impression was made. S'koin's life went full circle from being an ignorant, expendable piece of glow, to having the respect and authority of possibly becoming a wingleader...a Weyrleader. Bonded to brown Kirith, whatever had been missing in his life was put into place. He was whole, as was his baby dragonet.
The two grew together, Kirith becoming massive while S'koin settled into a shorter stature. The two rode sweeps and participated in the Spring Games with skill, poise, and a sense of duty that seemed to really define what it meant to be a brownrider. However, S'koin and his brown Kirith were not interested in any sort of real leadership position. They preferred to carryout orders rather than give them, so to speak, but when under pressure, S'koin always found it in himself to be a decent commander if the situation called for it. The pair had even claimed a weyrmate for each other. Green Bolmuth and her rider N'tari.
There times were not to be happy forever. The Plague spread with vicious efficiency through the Weyrs of Pern and hit High Reaches the hardest. In just eight months, all three of the queens had perished along with almost eighty-five percent of High Reaches' fighting force. Kirith, however, seemed to have some kind of...immunity, some kind of biological protection against the Plague's ravelings. He did become ill, but never so much that he was taken off the active duty list.
His friends and loved ones were not so lucky. Day after day, candlemark after candlemark, everyone he knew, every one he cared about as either weyrmate or lover had conceeded to death. At the worst hours of the Plague's embrace, Kirith was hoarse with his keels of death. S'koin's eyes had shed so many tears that his eyes for days seemed constantly red. N'tari had slashed her wrists and taken an over-dosage of fellis juice when her green passed into between. Indeed if it had not been for Kirith's steady encouragements, his good humor, his strength, S'koin would have probably offed himself as well, in his deep state of depression.
But, the Plague was fought and what few survivors of dragonkind there were now struggled to pick up the pieces of their lives. The WeyrlingMaster and eight of his ten assistants were now amongst the dead and dragonless. In their wake were almost eighty Weyrlings in different stages of their training. However, during the sickness, all training had been stopped and now these fledging riders had no one to look to as a competent teacher.
S'koin, one of the few able-bodied, adult riders in the Weyr had taken up the position of Temporary Weyrlingmaster just to help alleviate the situation. In this time of need, the man proved he could be a competent and thorough teacher of the youth. He was able to ease their minds of the suffering they'd seen, helped them to deal with it, helped the pairs grow stronger together as a team. S'koin, along with the two other Assitant Weyrlingmasters saw the group to dragonriders, honing and focusing their skills to make them all good, strong dragonriders in Pern's time of need.
And the survival rate had been excellent for a man who had only taken the post as a weak request from the Weyrleader. He had lost only two Weyrling pairs to accidents going /between/ and one in a Threadfall exercise when the young greenrider attempted a risque move and had fallen off his beast. Still! Thirty nine Weyrlings graduated to full dragonriders! And several bronzeriders in the bunch as well! Too bad there had been no queens...
It was just at this time of graduation when the worst news to reach High Reaches had been received: No queens had yet to produce Clutch after the Plague had been defeated. Every queen now was deemed to be 'infertile,' and Pern was left with but one hope: A newly Hatched queen from Ista's very last Clutch! While he didn't have much hope for this queen to be the answer to Pern's hopes, S'koin couldn't allow himself to wallow in grief. It was Kirith who suggested they transfer to Ista Weyr, for if there was a Clutch, they would need help training the youngsters who managed to Impress.
It was a sound idea and S'koin was all for it. Indeed it didn't take the defeated High Reaches Weyrleader to agree to the brownrider's request and send him off...
Personality: S'koin is tough and dependable, brave and honest. Had he been living on Terran during the ages of kings and royalty, he would have had the heart of a true knight. He is chivalrous and noble and expects the best out of everyone he meets. Of course, the fact that he is so true can lead some to think that he is overbearing and pompous. The man can also be a bit too nosey for his own good and does find himself in positions that he shouldn't be in if he hadn't decided to eavesdrop on conversations. Because of his high moral standards, S'koin tends to be hardest on himself and doesn't take criticism very well. However, he is an exceedingly good teacher as he is patient, steadfast, and has a tendency to give people more credit than they deserve and more if they really need it. The brown rider really is not 'fast thinker' and he takes his time solving problems. His attitude about traditions may make young riders think he's old fashioned despite the fact that he's not that old himself.
Pets:
N/A
For Riders:
Dragon name: Kirith
Dragon color: Brown
Dragon age: 14 Turns
Hatching season: Spring
Dragon description: Kirith is massive, bulky, with a gigantic wingspan. Pound for pound, meter for meter, this brown is just as big as some small bronzes. With his mounds of endurance, it is unusual that he himself doesn't chase golds. However, his girth does make it quite challenging sometimes in green flights as well, since he simply cannot achieve such incredible manevuers in flight as the smaller, lither dragons can. Still, he can easily win a long green flight, as his stamina is more than enough to keep up until she's run out of steam.
As for hide color, Kirith is rather plain. Shades vary along his hide to be either a milk chocolate color, to a light tannish, but no markings on his great body are unusual or unique.
Dragon personality: Though he could probably do very well, Kirith has no real interest in mating with queens, but will chase if the flight is deemed 'important' enough. This dragon prefers the quick thrill and release of green flights and will endlessly chase any green that rises in his vicinity **and lesser specials when available**. Kirith has inherited the typical 'brown' personality, but with good sense of humor and easy-goingness that make him an approachable dragon for Weyrlings or lesser colored dragons. Like his rider, Kirith prefers spending time with younger folk, including Candidates and doesn't care what scale of the hierarchy he hangs out with, bronze or green, he couldn't care less.
Other:
Temp Assistant Weyrling Master, possibly permanent Weyrling Master if necessary.
Adoptable: Yep.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Season: Summer
Sexuality: Considered bisexual, with more tendencies to be heterosexual.
Rank: Brownrider, Assistant Weyrling Master
Hair: A shabby mousey brown
Eyes: Dark, 'klah colored'
Height: 5'11
Weight: TBA
Description:
Most grown men on Pern stand well over six feet and tower over lesser individuals. S'koin was not gifted with height, however, as he barely skirts over the eleven inch mark of a measuring stick. The man's shortness of stature is easily made up by his burly strength. Every inch of him is covered with thick, heavy muscle and it is plain to see that he's a physical force to be reckoned with. In every manual job he performs, S'koin is looked to to add the muscle power to the task and help the job get done faster with his brute strength. In fact, he looks just as intimidating with his rock hard muscles that it more than compensates for his lack of height.
But, the man retains an approachable appearance and generally his hard chiseled face is smashed into a pleasant smile. His dark brown, almost black eyes, glint happily at all times of the day, early morning or late in the evening. His hair is cut neatly and the waves made flat. S'koin wouldn't be called attractive, but he looks personable enough. It could also be said that the man's appearance is one of a 'typical' brownrider, for he is not as attractive as bronzeriders are stereotypically associated to be, but he's easy on the eyes.
Unless he's specifically on duty, S'koin is rarely dressed in anything more formal than a pair of tattered looking wherhide trousers and a worn and faded shirt or jerkin. In fact, it is questionable that he even has dressier clothes as the man is well known to show up to Gathers wearing little more than what most people would consider casual wear. The man has never, apparently, ever heard of nor understood the meaning of 'dressing up,' but that's all the better because S'koin is generally rather hard on his clothes and it's difficult for him to even find a pair of boots that isn't completely worn in on the soles or a shirt that isn't threadbare.
History:
At child birth, S'koin, then Seriokoin, was rather ordinary. His father and mother worked hard at their Crafts in Rutha Hold, earning hard every single mark that they were compensated with. It was thus unfortunate to say that Seriokoin's father had a rather bad habit. He was thoroughly and completely addicted to gambling of all sorts. The man played cards, participated in throwing knife or dart competitions, bet on runnerbeast races, and the like. He also had the unfortunate quality of believing that he could never, ever lose and it was with this attitude that he gambled away the entire family's inheritance and means of survival when the boy was barely eight Turns.
Seriokoin now cannot remember the exact details, but he does know that his mother had furiously screamed with his father for several hours after the fateful card game. They ended the verbal brawl and his mother briskly walked out the door, leaving Seriokoin, his four siblings, and his father alone to fix the mess his sire had put them in. His Craftwork, never incredible to begin with, diminished absolutely and finally the tanner hall quietly dismissed him of his job. With no means of income he was forced to sell himself and his children into the sad life of indentured servitude.
But the boy, who was too young to really understand his situation, was not at all troubled by their relocation and the relatively difficult life he lived just on the outskirts of Rutha Hold proper. He, his siblings, and his father lived on a sprawling acreage owned by some well-to-do farmer Holder. He had been told, he vaguely remembered, that he had to serve ol' whats-his-name for eighteen Turns to pay off the debt that his father had landed them in. He supposed, but doesn't quite remember for sure, that his siblings had all been charged with the same sort of 'term.' Why it would take so long to repay the marks his father had had to borrow from the man was unbeknown to the lad.
And so his life continued for five long Turns. Seriokoin was separated from his father and siblings for so long that he forgot both their names and faces. His life was his work and his work was his life, although he wasn't a very accomplished stablehand. He was, however, dependable and steadfast, doing everything asked of him without a complaint or dirty look. While he did not revel in work, he seemed to enjoy the steady paces he could work at with beasts or crop alike. His education had ebbed to a halt and it was clear to even Seriokoin himself that his life would produce nothing, nothing at all, if he were to stay living the way he was under the Holder.
The boy was so effectively cut off from the rest of the world that he was astounded to see a bluedragon landing in the middle of a crop field. Apparently, the beast had over strained his left wing in flight and his rider had lowered the two of them to landing in the safest place they could think of: a large field beHolden to Rutha. Seriokoin was the first person on the scene and the thirteen Turn old boy was just as taken aback by the blue pair as they were of him. They couldn't believe that he had such sparse knowledge of dragonkind and of, well, everything else for that matter; why had not been properly trained by a harper? As for Seriokoin, he'd known, naturally, about dragons, but to actually see one! It was incredible, but not as incredible as what would be to come.
The dragon had...sensed something in the young man during their brief meeting and had insisted on taking Seriokoin with him. Of course, when the Holder learned of this absurdity, he waved the bluerider off, saying that Seriokoin would amount to nothing more than a drudge, for he was too stupid to be anything else, particularly not a dragonrider. But the bluerider had seen enough. Obviously, the Holder had no intention of rasing the lad according to Tradition, thus it was the dragonrider's duty to not only take him to a Weyr and properly learn him, but to also give him the honor of Standing for a Clutch.
Despite the Holder's protests, Seriokoin was lifted a-dragonback and taken to High Reaches Weyr. The lad had acted entirely bemused by the whole situation, not entirely comprehending what was going on. He, of course, didn't believe he possessed anything in him that would make him some kind of great dragonrider, but it would be nice to actually live his life rather than slave away on some dusty field...
So, the boy learned and grew and prospered for himself. He was educated in all the ways of dragonkind and Tradition, but that didn't necessarily mean he was fit to be a rider! No, Seriokoin stood for Clutch after Clutch after Clutch and not once, not one time at all did any dragon even sniff in his general direction. No, he stood alone for Turns, watching friends and acquaintances bond permanently and completely with an incredible dragon that was...them. He became jealous and bitter as his Turns went on and he knew if a dragon did not choose him within the next Turn or so, he would have to go back to Crafting...
But hope was not all lost! A queen had Risen and had produced such a fine Clutch that Seriokoin was not at all worried any more. An incredible forty Eggs stood upon High Reaches Hatching Grounds that it would be...obvious that he was not really dragonrider material if he didn't find a lifemate amongst such a large amount of Eggs. Only the Hatching would tell that and the time between Clutch, Touch, and eruption went by fast for the young man. It wasn't long before he stood in the front of the line of boys at one of High Reaches last Clutches before the Plague.
The first dragon who broke his shell was a big brown. He was massive by brown standards, almost as large as the smallest of bronzes, in fact. Like any brown, he was looking around with determination for someone who would fulfill his duties to the Weyr just as he would do. And it seemed that this one dragonet had only one human on his mind. Without hardly a pause from breaking shell, the brown strode purposefully forward and came to a direct stop in front of Seriokoin.
S'koin, I find myself exceedingly hungry and I know that you, as my rider, will feed me.
And in that moment, Impression was made. S'koin's life went full circle from being an ignorant, expendable piece of glow, to having the respect and authority of possibly becoming a wingleader...a Weyrleader. Bonded to brown Kirith, whatever had been missing in his life was put into place. He was whole, as was his baby dragonet.
The two grew together, Kirith becoming massive while S'koin settled into a shorter stature. The two rode sweeps and participated in the Spring Games with skill, poise, and a sense of duty that seemed to really define what it meant to be a brownrider. However, S'koin and his brown Kirith were not interested in any sort of real leadership position. They preferred to carryout orders rather than give them, so to speak, but when under pressure, S'koin always found it in himself to be a decent commander if the situation called for it. The pair had even claimed a weyrmate for each other. Green Bolmuth and her rider N'tari.
There times were not to be happy forever. The Plague spread with vicious efficiency through the Weyrs of Pern and hit High Reaches the hardest. In just eight months, all three of the queens had perished along with almost eighty-five percent of High Reaches' fighting force. Kirith, however, seemed to have some kind of...immunity, some kind of biological protection against the Plague's ravelings. He did become ill, but never so much that he was taken off the active duty list.
His friends and loved ones were not so lucky. Day after day, candlemark after candlemark, everyone he knew, every one he cared about as either weyrmate or lover had conceeded to death. At the worst hours of the Plague's embrace, Kirith was hoarse with his keels of death. S'koin's eyes had shed so many tears that his eyes for days seemed constantly red. N'tari had slashed her wrists and taken an over-dosage of fellis juice when her green passed into between. Indeed if it had not been for Kirith's steady encouragements, his good humor, his strength, S'koin would have probably offed himself as well, in his deep state of depression.
But, the Plague was fought and what few survivors of dragonkind there were now struggled to pick up the pieces of their lives. The WeyrlingMaster and eight of his ten assistants were now amongst the dead and dragonless. In their wake were almost eighty Weyrlings in different stages of their training. However, during the sickness, all training had been stopped and now these fledging riders had no one to look to as a competent teacher.
S'koin, one of the few able-bodied, adult riders in the Weyr had taken up the position of Temporary Weyrlingmaster just to help alleviate the situation. In this time of need, the man proved he could be a competent and thorough teacher of the youth. He was able to ease their minds of the suffering they'd seen, helped them to deal with it, helped the pairs grow stronger together as a team. S'koin, along with the two other Assitant Weyrlingmasters saw the group to dragonriders, honing and focusing their skills to make them all good, strong dragonriders in Pern's time of need.
And the survival rate had been excellent for a man who had only taken the post as a weak request from the Weyrleader. He had lost only two Weyrling pairs to accidents going /between/ and one in a Threadfall exercise when the young greenrider attempted a risque move and had fallen off his beast. Still! Thirty nine Weyrlings graduated to full dragonriders! And several bronzeriders in the bunch as well! Too bad there had been no queens...
It was just at this time of graduation when the worst news to reach High Reaches had been received: No queens had yet to produce Clutch after the Plague had been defeated. Every queen now was deemed to be 'infertile,' and Pern was left with but one hope: A newly Hatched queen from Ista's very last Clutch! While he didn't have much hope for this queen to be the answer to Pern's hopes, S'koin couldn't allow himself to wallow in grief. It was Kirith who suggested they transfer to Ista Weyr, for if there was a Clutch, they would need help training the youngsters who managed to Impress.
It was a sound idea and S'koin was all for it. Indeed it didn't take the defeated High Reaches Weyrleader to agree to the brownrider's request and send him off...
Personality: S'koin is tough and dependable, brave and honest. Had he been living on Terran during the ages of kings and royalty, he would have had the heart of a true knight. He is chivalrous and noble and expects the best out of everyone he meets. Of course, the fact that he is so true can lead some to think that he is overbearing and pompous. The man can also be a bit too nosey for his own good and does find himself in positions that he shouldn't be in if he hadn't decided to eavesdrop on conversations. Because of his high moral standards, S'koin tends to be hardest on himself and doesn't take criticism very well. However, he is an exceedingly good teacher as he is patient, steadfast, and has a tendency to give people more credit than they deserve and more if they really need it. The brown rider really is not 'fast thinker' and he takes his time solving problems. His attitude about traditions may make young riders think he's old fashioned despite the fact that he's not that old himself.
Pets:
N/A
For Riders:
Dragon name: Kirith
Dragon color: Brown
Dragon age: 14 Turns
Hatching season: Spring
Dragon description: Kirith is massive, bulky, with a gigantic wingspan. Pound for pound, meter for meter, this brown is just as big as some small bronzes. With his mounds of endurance, it is unusual that he himself doesn't chase golds. However, his girth does make it quite challenging sometimes in green flights as well, since he simply cannot achieve such incredible manevuers in flight as the smaller, lither dragons can. Still, he can easily win a long green flight, as his stamina is more than enough to keep up until she's run out of steam.
As for hide color, Kirith is rather plain. Shades vary along his hide to be either a milk chocolate color, to a light tannish, but no markings on his great body are unusual or unique.
Dragon personality: Though he could probably do very well, Kirith has no real interest in mating with queens, but will chase if the flight is deemed 'important' enough. This dragon prefers the quick thrill and release of green flights and will endlessly chase any green that rises in his vicinity **and lesser specials when available**. Kirith has inherited the typical 'brown' personality, but with good sense of humor and easy-goingness that make him an approachable dragon for Weyrlings or lesser colored dragons. Like his rider, Kirith prefers spending time with younger folk, including Candidates and doesn't care what scale of the hierarchy he hangs out with, bronze or green, he couldn't care less.
Other:
Temp Assistant Weyrling Master, possibly permanent Weyrling Master if necessary.
Adoptable: Yep.