Post by phlysolo on Oct 20, 2008 0:12:39 GMT -5
Name: K'ton
Gender: Male
Age: 16 Turns
Season: Winter
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 lbs
Description:
Though Kaiton is well into his change, he still lacks height afforded to other boys of his age. Instead, he's grown rapidly into his muscles and has wiry strength for his meager stature of 5'5. Hopefully, his form will fill out and his height will rise to something much more respectable. His years of growing up under the heat of the suns out in the crop fields of his home Hold has left him quite tanned and muscled. He indeed looks like the farm hand he once was with dark freckles about his face under his pale blue eyes.
Like his clothes, his mousy brown hair never seems to be tidy. Do not be mistaken, he’s not a dirty young man who avoids the bathing pools at all costs, his hair simply never cooperates with him, giving the youth a constantly winded I-was-just-up-to-something look. He appears impish, but his blue eyes plead innocence and, since he hasn’t grown into his face quite yet, his boyish appearance makes it hard for anyone to seriously be stern or serious with him.
History:
Kaiton was born the tenth of ten children to a family of farmers native to Liten Hold. His mother was over worked and underappreciated and his farther the same. Though the young man loves his mother, she was not as large of a roll in his life as his father. His father was never fatherly in any sense of the word except that he doled out punishment fairly when he needed to and taught his children what he knew the best way he knew how. Kaiton was just as responsible as his elder brothers were for his tasks as they were theirs. He learned at a young age that you worked hard when you worked and, if your work was good, were allowed to play hard afterward. Kaiton learned that arguing got him to nowhere except a good beating and thus he learned to do whatever it was asked of him and did it smartly.
His life in the Hold was quiet and repetitive. In the morning all the way till just about dusk, he was out in the fields with his fathers and brothers. The evenings were filled with learning letters and numbers. While his father couldn’t read or write, his mother could. She ensured that each of her children had as much grammatical and numeric knowledge as she, as basic as it was. He learned the basics of every aspect of farming. This life, though calm and pleasant, wasn’t right for the boy, however. He never spoke ill of his family or of their lifestyle, but farming didn’t stimulate him as it did the rest of his family. It was clear that he wouldn’t be very well off to follow in his father’s footsteps and, if he did, he’d never lead a truly happy life.
A plowing incident changed Kaiten’s life when he was fourteen Turns. His father was trampled by a herdbeast when it panicked; he did not survive the incident. Kaiten’s brothers were then charged with the family affairs, helping their mother as best they could. They had not the means to support all of their children and Kaiten was fostered off to his aunt. She resided at Benden Hold as a brewer for Benden’s fine wine. It was here that the lad learned the intricate means of raising grapes instead of wheat and bale. He was often sent as a “sales representative” by her to accompany the traders who made their way through the other Holds of the region to finally Ista Weyr in hopes of selling their wines. Actually seeing dragons caused as stir in the young man that he’d never felt before tending to crops. The excitement and the danger appealed to his sense of curiosity. Oh and how much he would LEARN! Weyrs, he knew, were a center of knowledge and exploration! Imagine the things he could see and discover there. Each trip back to Benden Hold felt like imprisonment and he wished, wished, that someday a Search dragon would come bugling to his Hold.
His dreams were however dashed when the Plague raveged Pern. He himself had no firelizards, but his aunt did and both of them became very ill. One of them, to Kaiton's recolection, had almost died. Still, he himself didn't have much contact with the Plague or its actual affects. He knew that Benden Hold's watchdragon had taken ill and died, as had the three they had sent in as his replacement. Truth be told, all the news from the Weyr that he heard for almost two Turns were of the death's of dragons and, usually, the suicides of their riders; it wasn't unusual that, during the height of the Plague's destruction, that death keels could be heard from Benden on almost a candlemark basis.
Kaiton couldn't comprehend the staggering amount of dragon deaths that happened literally every day. He thought that dragonkind would have been strong enough to fight the Plague off inside their own bodies as firelizards had...Finally, the Hold got news that there had been a cure and that the dragons would be healed. Still, though, for several months it wasn't uncommon to hear that a dragon had died either from the effects of the cure, but that it hadn't worked at all on him or her. But! The crisis had ended!
And Kaiton's hope of someday...someday becoming a dragonrider had filled him once more. He was confident that once the queens started rising again, he was sure to be Searched. And the boy was! It wasn't but a half sevenday when several blues and a couple of greens landed in the great bowl of Benden Hold. One was from Fort, another from Ista, and the rest all from Benden Weyr. Hopeful boys and girls crowded around them and Kaiton was one of them, thankful that the riders had shown up just when his chores for the day had ended.
He had the sheer luck of managing to skirt to the front of the crowd of youngsters and almost immediately the Fort rider and a Benden one singled the young man out, both claiming that they'd seen him first. While he was anxious to be taken on by the Benden rider, the Fort women and her green seemed so sweet and much kinder than the Benden bluerider had been, so he elected to join Igen's ranks.
And the lad was swept off a-dragonback along with another girl. Normally, he knew, that the Weyrs only Searched from the places beHolden to their Weyr, but it seemed that the Plague had forced many of the Weyrs to make an exception, for whatever reason.
Then, the waiting game began. The emptiness of the once full Weyr shook Kaiton immensely and he was fretful of how...lonely it was. Every dragonrider living at the Weyr seemed sad and depressed and he was certain that most of them had seen their best friends die, or had come to the brink of demise themselves... It took much longer for the remaining Fort Weyrwoman's dragon to Rise and Kaiton was shocked and dismayed by how few bronzeriders were, frankly, still alive to give Chase.
Regardless, the gold was caught by a bronze and it would eventually come time for her to Clutch, except....She didn't. The Weyr waited and waited and waited with anticipation, but...no Egg was ever laid upon Fort's Hatching Ground sands. Dismayed, the Weyrleaders weren't sure what to make of this horrendous event. It seemed, however, that the incident was not unique. Benden, Ista, Southern, and Telgar Weyr were all having the same problems. Every single surviving queen that Rose was as barren as a green.
The Weyrleaders of Pern sat for a meeting and it was decided that there was no hope of Pern repopulating the planet unless...Unless the gold that had Hatched from Ista's last Clutch was fertile. And, of course, no one knew if that was true and it would take...several Turns to find out.
When the news was returned to Fort Weyr, the message was not, obviously, well recieved. Most, if not all, the Weyr's Candidates had decided to give up their status and head for the Crafthalls, especially those Candidates were nearing the age cutoff. Kaiton, only being fifteen Turns at the time, had decided against giving up his only shot at Impressing a dragon. No, instead he requested that a dragonrider take him to Ista where he could at least await the outcome for himself. Luckily, he wasn't the only lad who had opted to cling to hope either. Several of his friends and acquaintances left Fort Weyr for a future of uncertainty at Ista Weyr.
Personality:
Stern obedience and a strong sense of morality were pounded into the lad by his late father. "Yeh do what ye told by yer e'ders 'n' tha's tha'!" was what the old man told him. The drillings Kaiton got made him better for it. Growing, he put forth the most effort he possibly could into every craft his father set him to, looking up to his father's and brothers' hardworking examples. The lad has always been fascinated by learning and gladly set himself to any task that had him under the wing of a competent teacher. Though he has little patience when he finds himself pursuing a task that he has no natural talent with, he does to his best to produce acceptable results.
His lack of patience also extends to those younger than him, though if ever he was charged with showing the "lit'lins" how to do something, he did. His eager mind is sharp and, although he was taught not to argue, he enjoys doing so...at great length. Not at random however: Kaiton enjoys the mental stimulus involved in outsmarting someone else. But, he can be a bad sport and detests the thought of anyone, who ranks him or otherwise, be better than him. Only loses puts the boy in a bad mood. Most often anyone can find the young man conversing with his seniors or his peers, or gallivanting around with lads his age looking for ways to cure their restlessness.
Pets:
N/A
For Riders:
Dragon name: Ytelth
Dragon color: Bronze
Dragon age: Hatchling
Hatching season: Summer
Color Code: CDD88
Dragon description:
A large, burly bronze, Ytelth may appear to have more stamina than Nebmaeth...but in truth has slightly less. What he does have is the ability to swiftly get off the ground and to land, thanks to his shorter proportions, in smaller places than most bronzes.
He is a lighter colored bronze, in fact, only a faint green shimmer would distinguish him from the darker golds. His underside is darker than his back, a reversal of the more common dragon variance, which makes him quite distinctive, even at some distance. His wingsails have a faint mottling or dappling of darker bronze across them.
Dragon personality:
Ytelth is an utter contrast to his brother. He is bronze, he has nothing to prove, and thus...thus he treats everyone absolutely fairly. True, there has to be a hierarchy during Fall, but outside of it? There is no reason not to listen to an experienced blue, right? Relaxed almost to the point of being lazy, he goes through life with utter unconcern.
However, he is also highly alert and never misses anything. He is the kind of dragon to make note of a trundlebug halfway across the bowl. When one under his command makes a mistake, he will bring it to their attention with gentle sarcasm, never raising his voice or being harsh. His almost hyper-alertness means that he sometimes pays attention to things that would be beneath the notice of most bronzes.
Where his rider is concerned, he is also relaxed. He absolutely trusts K'ton, and he lets him know it with silent, solid support, almost more like a brown in personality. A social dragon himself, he pushes his rider to be more outgoing, more open to others...and maybe to pay attention to a pretty greenrider now and again.
Although he lacks open ambition, that does not stop him from quietly being there, being reliable. Being the bronze everyone can trust...he does what he says he'll do, using his rider's memory casually to supplement his own. In some ways, he is the perfect match with his sister, Allirth, and he is very fond of her.
Other:
N/A
Adoptable: If he becomes plot important use him, if not lose him.
Gender: Male
Age: 16 Turns
Season: Winter
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 lbs
Description:
Though Kaiton is well into his change, he still lacks height afforded to other boys of his age. Instead, he's grown rapidly into his muscles and has wiry strength for his meager stature of 5'5. Hopefully, his form will fill out and his height will rise to something much more respectable. His years of growing up under the heat of the suns out in the crop fields of his home Hold has left him quite tanned and muscled. He indeed looks like the farm hand he once was with dark freckles about his face under his pale blue eyes.
Like his clothes, his mousy brown hair never seems to be tidy. Do not be mistaken, he’s not a dirty young man who avoids the bathing pools at all costs, his hair simply never cooperates with him, giving the youth a constantly winded I-was-just-up-to-something look. He appears impish, but his blue eyes plead innocence and, since he hasn’t grown into his face quite yet, his boyish appearance makes it hard for anyone to seriously be stern or serious with him.
History:
Kaiton was born the tenth of ten children to a family of farmers native to Liten Hold. His mother was over worked and underappreciated and his farther the same. Though the young man loves his mother, she was not as large of a roll in his life as his father. His father was never fatherly in any sense of the word except that he doled out punishment fairly when he needed to and taught his children what he knew the best way he knew how. Kaiton was just as responsible as his elder brothers were for his tasks as they were theirs. He learned at a young age that you worked hard when you worked and, if your work was good, were allowed to play hard afterward. Kaiton learned that arguing got him to nowhere except a good beating and thus he learned to do whatever it was asked of him and did it smartly.
His life in the Hold was quiet and repetitive. In the morning all the way till just about dusk, he was out in the fields with his fathers and brothers. The evenings were filled with learning letters and numbers. While his father couldn’t read or write, his mother could. She ensured that each of her children had as much grammatical and numeric knowledge as she, as basic as it was. He learned the basics of every aspect of farming. This life, though calm and pleasant, wasn’t right for the boy, however. He never spoke ill of his family or of their lifestyle, but farming didn’t stimulate him as it did the rest of his family. It was clear that he wouldn’t be very well off to follow in his father’s footsteps and, if he did, he’d never lead a truly happy life.
A plowing incident changed Kaiten’s life when he was fourteen Turns. His father was trampled by a herdbeast when it panicked; he did not survive the incident. Kaiten’s brothers were then charged with the family affairs, helping their mother as best they could. They had not the means to support all of their children and Kaiten was fostered off to his aunt. She resided at Benden Hold as a brewer for Benden’s fine wine. It was here that the lad learned the intricate means of raising grapes instead of wheat and bale. He was often sent as a “sales representative” by her to accompany the traders who made their way through the other Holds of the region to finally Ista Weyr in hopes of selling their wines. Actually seeing dragons caused as stir in the young man that he’d never felt before tending to crops. The excitement and the danger appealed to his sense of curiosity. Oh and how much he would LEARN! Weyrs, he knew, were a center of knowledge and exploration! Imagine the things he could see and discover there. Each trip back to Benden Hold felt like imprisonment and he wished, wished, that someday a Search dragon would come bugling to his Hold.
His dreams were however dashed when the Plague raveged Pern. He himself had no firelizards, but his aunt did and both of them became very ill. One of them, to Kaiton's recolection, had almost died. Still, he himself didn't have much contact with the Plague or its actual affects. He knew that Benden Hold's watchdragon had taken ill and died, as had the three they had sent in as his replacement. Truth be told, all the news from the Weyr that he heard for almost two Turns were of the death's of dragons and, usually, the suicides of their riders; it wasn't unusual that, during the height of the Plague's destruction, that death keels could be heard from Benden on almost a candlemark basis.
Kaiton couldn't comprehend the staggering amount of dragon deaths that happened literally every day. He thought that dragonkind would have been strong enough to fight the Plague off inside their own bodies as firelizards had...Finally, the Hold got news that there had been a cure and that the dragons would be healed. Still, though, for several months it wasn't uncommon to hear that a dragon had died either from the effects of the cure, but that it hadn't worked at all on him or her. But! The crisis had ended!
And Kaiton's hope of someday...someday becoming a dragonrider had filled him once more. He was confident that once the queens started rising again, he was sure to be Searched. And the boy was! It wasn't but a half sevenday when several blues and a couple of greens landed in the great bowl of Benden Hold. One was from Fort, another from Ista, and the rest all from Benden Weyr. Hopeful boys and girls crowded around them and Kaiton was one of them, thankful that the riders had shown up just when his chores for the day had ended.
He had the sheer luck of managing to skirt to the front of the crowd of youngsters and almost immediately the Fort rider and a Benden one singled the young man out, both claiming that they'd seen him first. While he was anxious to be taken on by the Benden rider, the Fort women and her green seemed so sweet and much kinder than the Benden bluerider had been, so he elected to join Igen's ranks.
And the lad was swept off a-dragonback along with another girl. Normally, he knew, that the Weyrs only Searched from the places beHolden to their Weyr, but it seemed that the Plague had forced many of the Weyrs to make an exception, for whatever reason.
Then, the waiting game began. The emptiness of the once full Weyr shook Kaiton immensely and he was fretful of how...lonely it was. Every dragonrider living at the Weyr seemed sad and depressed and he was certain that most of them had seen their best friends die, or had come to the brink of demise themselves... It took much longer for the remaining Fort Weyrwoman's dragon to Rise and Kaiton was shocked and dismayed by how few bronzeriders were, frankly, still alive to give Chase.
Regardless, the gold was caught by a bronze and it would eventually come time for her to Clutch, except....She didn't. The Weyr waited and waited and waited with anticipation, but...no Egg was ever laid upon Fort's Hatching Ground sands. Dismayed, the Weyrleaders weren't sure what to make of this horrendous event. It seemed, however, that the incident was not unique. Benden, Ista, Southern, and Telgar Weyr were all having the same problems. Every single surviving queen that Rose was as barren as a green.
The Weyrleaders of Pern sat for a meeting and it was decided that there was no hope of Pern repopulating the planet unless...Unless the gold that had Hatched from Ista's last Clutch was fertile. And, of course, no one knew if that was true and it would take...several Turns to find out.
When the news was returned to Fort Weyr, the message was not, obviously, well recieved. Most, if not all, the Weyr's Candidates had decided to give up their status and head for the Crafthalls, especially those Candidates were nearing the age cutoff. Kaiton, only being fifteen Turns at the time, had decided against giving up his only shot at Impressing a dragon. No, instead he requested that a dragonrider take him to Ista where he could at least await the outcome for himself. Luckily, he wasn't the only lad who had opted to cling to hope either. Several of his friends and acquaintances left Fort Weyr for a future of uncertainty at Ista Weyr.
Personality:
Stern obedience and a strong sense of morality were pounded into the lad by his late father. "Yeh do what ye told by yer e'ders 'n' tha's tha'!" was what the old man told him. The drillings Kaiton got made him better for it. Growing, he put forth the most effort he possibly could into every craft his father set him to, looking up to his father's and brothers' hardworking examples. The lad has always been fascinated by learning and gladly set himself to any task that had him under the wing of a competent teacher. Though he has little patience when he finds himself pursuing a task that he has no natural talent with, he does to his best to produce acceptable results.
His lack of patience also extends to those younger than him, though if ever he was charged with showing the "lit'lins" how to do something, he did. His eager mind is sharp and, although he was taught not to argue, he enjoys doing so...at great length. Not at random however: Kaiton enjoys the mental stimulus involved in outsmarting someone else. But, he can be a bad sport and detests the thought of anyone, who ranks him or otherwise, be better than him. Only loses puts the boy in a bad mood. Most often anyone can find the young man conversing with his seniors or his peers, or gallivanting around with lads his age looking for ways to cure their restlessness.
Pets:
N/A
For Riders:
Dragon name: Ytelth
Dragon color: Bronze
Dragon age: Hatchling
Hatching season: Summer
Color Code: CDD88
Dragon description:
A large, burly bronze, Ytelth may appear to have more stamina than Nebmaeth...but in truth has slightly less. What he does have is the ability to swiftly get off the ground and to land, thanks to his shorter proportions, in smaller places than most bronzes.
He is a lighter colored bronze, in fact, only a faint green shimmer would distinguish him from the darker golds. His underside is darker than his back, a reversal of the more common dragon variance, which makes him quite distinctive, even at some distance. His wingsails have a faint mottling or dappling of darker bronze across them.
Dragon personality:
Ytelth is an utter contrast to his brother. He is bronze, he has nothing to prove, and thus...thus he treats everyone absolutely fairly. True, there has to be a hierarchy during Fall, but outside of it? There is no reason not to listen to an experienced blue, right? Relaxed almost to the point of being lazy, he goes through life with utter unconcern.
However, he is also highly alert and never misses anything. He is the kind of dragon to make note of a trundlebug halfway across the bowl. When one under his command makes a mistake, he will bring it to their attention with gentle sarcasm, never raising his voice or being harsh. His almost hyper-alertness means that he sometimes pays attention to things that would be beneath the notice of most bronzes.
Where his rider is concerned, he is also relaxed. He absolutely trusts K'ton, and he lets him know it with silent, solid support, almost more like a brown in personality. A social dragon himself, he pushes his rider to be more outgoing, more open to others...and maybe to pay attention to a pretty greenrider now and again.
Although he lacks open ambition, that does not stop him from quietly being there, being reliable. Being the bronze everyone can trust...he does what he says he'll do, using his rider's memory casually to supplement his own. In some ways, he is the perfect match with his sister, Allirth, and he is very fond of her.
Other:
N/A
Adoptable: If he becomes plot important use him, if not lose him.