Post by Cherry on Oct 15, 2008 18:50:58 GMT -5
Name: D’yob
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Season: Spring
Sexuality: - Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 177 lbs
Description:
D’yob is somewhat-tall, with a body of lean, well-toned muscle. His face is angular, with a sharp nose set squarely between his almond-shaped eyes, so dark brown they’re almost black. This otherwise-striking visage is affected by constantly-red cheeks and a liberal smattering of freckles that even appear on his neck and the tops of his shoulders. He has a mop of wavy brown hair, the color of coffee with cream in it, that is usually tied back at his neck. His hands are large, and his fingers are thick, meaning any sort of fine-point dexterity is an exercise in futility for him. Coming from the north, he has several articles of clothing fit for colder weather, but, having heard of Ista’s warmth beforehand, has only brought along one long-sleeved shirt, and prefers to wear a natural leather vest with breeches and boots.
History:
Danyob was the quintessential Weyrbrat, emphasis on “brat”. Starting childhood at Telgar Weyr tall and lanky, he was the “ringleader” of a band of four children, troublemakers through and through. Two of them were fostered to Holds when he was ten, and he never saw them again. He and the other quickly agreed it wasn’t the same without the others, and they quickly, mercifully for the adults, mellowed out. His other friend left him, too, when he was eleven, to work with his uncle in the wherhandling business.
All alone, Danyob had nothing to do but talk to the adults – and a young bluerider just out of Weyrlinghood became his new friend. Almost immediately, the young blue took a liking to Danyob, though neither child nor rider knew quite why. It was almost a Turn later before the reason became clear. An older blue Searched him, at age twelve, to stand that summer.
The heat of the Sands was stifling, almost overwhelming the twelve-Turn-old, but he was too excited to complain, squinting through his salty sweat as it poured down his freckled face, watching with trepidation as the eggs hatched.
And then a little bronze made its way to him, and his heart leapt into his throat as he watched the dragonet’s eyes whirl slowly, each and every facet speaking of unconditional love – and hunger. D’yob’s own stomach rumbled in sympathy as his new friend spoke to him.
D’yobMine, your Tankinieth is so hungry. Please, can we go eat something? See, your stomach growls, too.
They had a fairly-normal Weyrlinghood, despite Tankinieth quickly developing a mischievous streak.
And then the plague got to him.
Unlike a few of his clutchmates, Tankinieth fell ill, and lacked the energy to eat, or move. Still, the dragon tried to keep his rider from worrying, cracking jokes and reusing tired ones, all in an attempt to keep at least one of them smiling. D’yob’s sanity was held aloft by his dragon’s refusal to stay down, and came out of the experience with a more cynical outlook on life, but otherwise none the worse for wear.
Hearing of golden Lyeth’s impending flight, he received permission to travel to Ista, and, with one last look on the mountains of Telgar, rider and dragon were Between.
Personality:
D’yob is a cynic, but holds a thread of optimism between himself and his dragon. This optimism is usually channeled into Flights – both rider and dragon believe they have what it takes to catch a queen. Tankinieth is more understanding of it, but D’yob cannot stand challenges; he prefers things to go smoothly. He’s never told anyone, not even Tankinieth, but his secret dream is to perform some sort of daring rescue. This is where his cynical side and his optimistic side merge; as he believes he’ll never attain that goal; most people are strong enough to rescue themselves.
Pets:
None
For Riders:
Dragon name: Tankinieth
Dragon color: Bronze
Dragon age: 10
Hatching season: Summer
Dragon description: Tankinieth is a bulky bronze, even in color, sort of a natural-bronze look, but with a few dark tarnished spots that show up a milky green in the light, one around his eye, and three more - on his right haunch, on the left side of his neck, and a small one that wraps around his tail at the end just before the fork. He gleams as a metallic should, but will dull if not properly oiled, like so many dragons.
Dragon personality: Tankinieth’s mind was matched to D’yob’s but a bit outdated. He is quite mischievous for a bronze, and has a sharp wit. He has been known to get D’yob in trouble a couple of times during Weyrling drills for making remarks about something or another and making the poor boy laugh out loud in the middle of instruction. He prefers the cold, for some reason, but will tolerate the heat of Ista because Lyeth’s flight means so much to his rider. The dragon is undefeatably optimistic, and holds to the idea that Pern provides for its own when it is needed.
Other:
Can you tell that Telgar is my favorite Weyr? Anyway, this should be the last rider from that clutch, I swear. (Assuming it's a problem, that is.)
Adoptable: Yes.
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Season: Spring
Sexuality: - Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 177 lbs
Description:
D’yob is somewhat-tall, with a body of lean, well-toned muscle. His face is angular, with a sharp nose set squarely between his almond-shaped eyes, so dark brown they’re almost black. This otherwise-striking visage is affected by constantly-red cheeks and a liberal smattering of freckles that even appear on his neck and the tops of his shoulders. He has a mop of wavy brown hair, the color of coffee with cream in it, that is usually tied back at his neck. His hands are large, and his fingers are thick, meaning any sort of fine-point dexterity is an exercise in futility for him. Coming from the north, he has several articles of clothing fit for colder weather, but, having heard of Ista’s warmth beforehand, has only brought along one long-sleeved shirt, and prefers to wear a natural leather vest with breeches and boots.
History:
Danyob was the quintessential Weyrbrat, emphasis on “brat”. Starting childhood at Telgar Weyr tall and lanky, he was the “ringleader” of a band of four children, troublemakers through and through. Two of them were fostered to Holds when he was ten, and he never saw them again. He and the other quickly agreed it wasn’t the same without the others, and they quickly, mercifully for the adults, mellowed out. His other friend left him, too, when he was eleven, to work with his uncle in the wherhandling business.
All alone, Danyob had nothing to do but talk to the adults – and a young bluerider just out of Weyrlinghood became his new friend. Almost immediately, the young blue took a liking to Danyob, though neither child nor rider knew quite why. It was almost a Turn later before the reason became clear. An older blue Searched him, at age twelve, to stand that summer.
The heat of the Sands was stifling, almost overwhelming the twelve-Turn-old, but he was too excited to complain, squinting through his salty sweat as it poured down his freckled face, watching with trepidation as the eggs hatched.
And then a little bronze made its way to him, and his heart leapt into his throat as he watched the dragonet’s eyes whirl slowly, each and every facet speaking of unconditional love – and hunger. D’yob’s own stomach rumbled in sympathy as his new friend spoke to him.
D’yobMine, your Tankinieth is so hungry. Please, can we go eat something? See, your stomach growls, too.
They had a fairly-normal Weyrlinghood, despite Tankinieth quickly developing a mischievous streak.
And then the plague got to him.
Unlike a few of his clutchmates, Tankinieth fell ill, and lacked the energy to eat, or move. Still, the dragon tried to keep his rider from worrying, cracking jokes and reusing tired ones, all in an attempt to keep at least one of them smiling. D’yob’s sanity was held aloft by his dragon’s refusal to stay down, and came out of the experience with a more cynical outlook on life, but otherwise none the worse for wear.
Hearing of golden Lyeth’s impending flight, he received permission to travel to Ista, and, with one last look on the mountains of Telgar, rider and dragon were Between.
Personality:
D’yob is a cynic, but holds a thread of optimism between himself and his dragon. This optimism is usually channeled into Flights – both rider and dragon believe they have what it takes to catch a queen. Tankinieth is more understanding of it, but D’yob cannot stand challenges; he prefers things to go smoothly. He’s never told anyone, not even Tankinieth, but his secret dream is to perform some sort of daring rescue. This is where his cynical side and his optimistic side merge; as he believes he’ll never attain that goal; most people are strong enough to rescue themselves.
Pets:
None
For Riders:
Dragon name: Tankinieth
Dragon color: Bronze
Dragon age: 10
Hatching season: Summer
Dragon description: Tankinieth is a bulky bronze, even in color, sort of a natural-bronze look, but with a few dark tarnished spots that show up a milky green in the light, one around his eye, and three more - on his right haunch, on the left side of his neck, and a small one that wraps around his tail at the end just before the fork. He gleams as a metallic should, but will dull if not properly oiled, like so many dragons.
Dragon personality: Tankinieth’s mind was matched to D’yob’s but a bit outdated. He is quite mischievous for a bronze, and has a sharp wit. He has been known to get D’yob in trouble a couple of times during Weyrling drills for making remarks about something or another and making the poor boy laugh out loud in the middle of instruction. He prefers the cold, for some reason, but will tolerate the heat of Ista because Lyeth’s flight means so much to his rider. The dragon is undefeatably optimistic, and holds to the idea that Pern provides for its own when it is needed.
Other:
Can you tell that Telgar is my favorite Weyr? Anyway, this should be the last rider from that clutch, I swear. (Assuming it's a problem, that is.)
Adoptable: Yes.
