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Character Name

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[color=#ffffff]First Name: Niikolaz
Pronounced: Nik-o-laaz
Honorific: N'kal [Nuh-call]
Nicknames: Nik
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Rank: Wing Rider
Other Rank: ?
Place of Birth: Fort Hold
Date of Birth: 20.03.196 AL
Impression Age: 12, 15.06.208 AL
Physical Age: 30 (didn't like the age that kept coming out with the math thingy)
Weyrmate: N/A 
Threadfall Theory: "It'll be back, and you're a damn fool if you think otherwise!"
Approved Special Features:
Face Claim:  Hugh Jackman

Looks
If you don't like how I look, go away..

[color=#ffffff]Eyes: Hazel, usually more of a green tint, can sometimes seem to be a light mix of green and brown.
Hair: Shoulder length, brown, with some natural highlights from being outside.
Height: About 6ft 1in

General Appearance:
For the most part N'kal is fairly easy on the eyes, though he can occasionally let himself get a bit shaggy, being that he will go without shaving off his facial hair. His skin carries a forever seeming tan to it, as he much prefers being outside rather then inside.

He is broad of shoulder and well muscled in his arms and legs. He generally has a somber look about his face, though has been known to wear a scowl without realizing it even if he is not in a bad mood. With his height and not always civil facial expression he can have an imposing look about him.

Dressing Style: Clothes...he wears them. He doesn't dress to impress unless he has to, so standard tan, brown, and black clothing works best for him. So long as said clothes fit, are comfortable and don't have holes in them, he's good. Boots however he is much pickier about. He prefers a heavier boot with a thick sole, almost always black or dark brown.

Personality
If you can't handle me, Don't bother me.

[color=#ffffff]General Character Traits:
In General:
N'kal is pretty anti-social for the most part. Not to say he can't or won't talk, he just doesn't like too unless he has to. He is pretty much the definition of the strong and silent man. He isn't the type to walk up to someone and start chatting, nor is he the type to listen to weyr gossip and chatter. He barely talks to the other riders unless they walk up to him to start a conversation. When he does speak it is usually gruff and curt, if not all together rude, unless it is something of severe importance. The exception is with children, he will go out of his way to be nice to children, unless they give him a reason not to. Kids are one of the two things N'kal doesn't really need a reason to smile for, the other of course is Torath.

There is another side to N'kal, he can actually be very friendly and caring, but the events of the plague have left him sour and grumpy. Torath helps him be as social as he is now, but he can't seem to make himself be a happier version of himself. He is content for the time being, being the way he is, and to hell with anyone who doesn't like it. And to hell with the feeling of loneliness he is starting to feel.

Regarding women:
N'kal is very much the gentleman when it comes to women. He is still a bit gruff and rough around the edges, but he is by far much gentler with women then with men, unless they are being a pain in his arse, then he treats them about the same as everyone else.

He doesn't flirt, he doesn't date, and unless Torath is chasing he doesn't bother going after them for sex either. After losing the woman he loved to the plague he has never even thought about trying for love again and closed his heart off to the world. He is lonely but doesn't wish to risk that kind of loss again, for him or Torath, as the poor beast had to suffer through it with him.

In regards to Torath:
N'kal is, even after all the Turns that have gone past, still afraid of the plague that killed so many dragons and riders. He is very funny about who touches Torath and doesn't like for him to be away to long unless he is off hunting.




Likes:
   
Torath: It is much more love then like, Torath is a part of his soul and the only being on the entire planet he truly trusts and confides in. Without Torath he would have wound up alone and fairly useless and that is something he can never repay.
Rain: There is nothing more relaxing, well next to being with Torath, to N'kal then hearing the rain or the scent of freshly dampened dirt. He has been known to sit out in the rain when he is aggrivated or stressed.     
Harpers: As gruff and anti-social as he can be, N'kal actually loves music and will open up some in the company of a good harper. Having grown up at Fort, he was often found listening to the harpers practicing.

Dislikes:   
Fish: He will eat it...but he will complain about it...a lot. He really really doesn't like fish. No real reason, he just prefers red meat.   
The South: Where he completely understands the choices that were made to keep what dragons alive they could, he really does not like being so far from home, doesn't much care for the temperature either.   
Large Crowds: He has always been a loner, so unless he doesn't have a choice he prefers to keep to himself, or if he needs to be in a group it had better be for training or smaller groups. To many people bumping into him and trying to talk iritates him to no end, though if Torath is nearby he can deal.

Habits/Mannerisms:
Has a habit of looking right through people who are talking to him, either because he is bored with the conversation, or doesn't care.
Grunts instead of actually responding when spoken to
Strengths:
Loyal - If you manage to make a friend out of N'kal, you have a friend for life, unless you severely piss him off...or hurt his dragon..or piss his dragon off...you see where this is going right?
Stubborn - Yes this can be a strength sometimes for the right reason
Can take more physical damage then most men have the right to and get up swinging
Could easily be a leader if he would get his head out of his ass.


Weaknesses:
Stubborn - for almost every other reason...
Anti-Social - to the point he could easily be a hermit if Torath would allow it
Can't handle his alcohol, two or three drinks tops and his head is swimming
Can't ever see the good in people, even when it is right in front of him.
Has deep rooted abandonment issues, in that he feels everyone he cares about is going to be taken from him.

Personal History
What's past is past.....

[color=#ffffff]Mother: Dahrla - Deceased   
Rank: Kitchens Cook
Father: Ricard - 70
Rank: Retired Guard
Siblings: None
Past Lovers/Partners:Pella
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: Maybe some day
Background Story:
* 196 AL - Born - After several years of failed attempts, his parents were thrilled to have a strong healthy boy to love. He was a handful the first few years but he was no less loved for it.
* 200 AL (4yo)- A tragic time in his life occurred that no one expected. Late in turn 199 his mother fell ill and half way through 200 AL he and his father lost the rock of the family. His mother had been the one to keep things going when things got tough. Even at a small age, Nick was so devastated by the loss of his mother that he stopped speaking. He wouldn't even speak to his father. People assured his father it was just a phase, and though it did not seem to be, the two learned to communicate all over again and got along just fine after a while.
* 202 AL (6yo)- Since his mothers death this was the first time he had been out to a gather. His father ran into an old friend, a Harper, who took an interest in trying to help his father sort out why Nick refused to speak.
* 204 AL (8yo)- During Nick's standard lessons it was found that he had a gift for knowledge. He could remember almost anything he read or heard and had excellent handwriting for one so young. It was thought that he could take apprenticeship at the Harper Hall, if only he would speak.
* 208 AL (12yo)- Still not speaking Nik was taken, on invitation by his father and his friend, to view a hatching. Nik was accustomed to dragons coming and going from the few times he had been at the Hold but was extremely excited that he would get to see a hatching. It was the only thing that had brought any honest change to his temperament in years.

Nik was surrounded by the sound of dozens upon dozens of humming dragons, which only added to his excitement. In the seating, which was fairly close to the exit and on the end of the row, they had an excellent view of all the candidates and eggs.

Once the eggs started hatching and the actual impressions got underway he was explained what happens upon impression. There were 20 or so eggs in the clutch do there was plenty of time to explain the goings on. Nik saw, several candidates taken away broken or bloodied from being clawed or bitten and saw that two eggs did not hatch at all, which made him sad. What made him more sad had been the small bronze that was making the worst careening sounds and fumbling around the last of the candidates that had circled him.

Nik, and everyone around seemed to understand that something was wrong. His father told him that the dragon didn't want any of those standing around him, no matter how hard they were trying, and that he would die without a human bond. It broke something inside Nik, a wall around his heart seemed to shatter and he found himself thinking, 'Don't die!' and 'Pick one you silly thing!', and wishing he would hurry up about it, he couldn't have handled seeing him die. He could handle the eggs not hatching, it happened with birds, but the bronze was alive and breathing and.....had been looking dead at him.

The bronze had screamed and started toward him, clawing past a young boy who looked to have been at least two Turns older who was then clutching his bleeding arm. On horribly unstable legs he started trying to run right at him, falling a few times which made him flinch. He didn't know what to do, people around him were shouting and yelling, grabbing and shoving at him and it made him grab for his father. He didn't understand until he looked back at the dragon who was trying to claw past more people to get to him. He looked into one great swirling eye, lost his breath, and allowed himself to be dragged from the crowd. He was given a huge bowl of meat chunks and instructed to feed his dragon.

*210 AL(14yo) - Niikolaz had become N'kal, a dragonrider which was far greater an honor then he believed he deserved. He was a no one, a mute child afraid of so many things. Between Torath urging and the coaching of those around him that could stand him, and visa versa, he slowly started speaking again. He also grew some and now towered over his father, whom he visited regularly, even if he wasn't supposed to.

*212 AL(16yo) - N'kal meet Palla and her Green Cheaeth. She was 15 even though she had just stood the grounds and bonded with her dragon. She was one of a small group of females to impress and her green was small, even for a green so she caught a lot of grief from other riders. Silent as he was he defended her, getting into several fights when words flew that were to much to ignore.

They were almost always together, Torath defending her Cheaeth from the larger dragons as much as he defended her. She was a strong factor in his actually speaking more, the both of them feeling like outcasts had a bond that ran deep.

*215 - 219 AL (19yo- 23yo) - The plague hit hard and dragons were dropping left and right. He and Palla were terrified for their dragons and for each other, so when the call went up to flee south they did not hesitate, leaving messages for their families with friends at the Harper Hall. They took only what they needed, they had each other and their dragons, to save them was all that mattered.

The flight was hard on them all, but harder still on the smaller dragons like Palla's green. They keep dropping to the water to swim when the water allowed so the dragons could rest. It wasn't approved, but they did it anyway and both N'kal and Torath attacked anyone that tried to stop them. He stayed with Palla all the way, and she did her best to keep up. However when they are more then half way there, Cheaeth could no longer keep up, could barely fly, and it was realized then that she was sick too, like so many others. Eventually she crashed into the ocean, Palla nearly drowning as it took a while for Torath to turn Cheaeth over so she could float upright.

He and Palla argued about what to do for a long time before she gave the silent command to go between. Both N'kal and Torath mourned the loss and had it not been for Torath, N'kal would have followed her in death but he could not do that to Torath.

N'kal had lost track of how long it took to finally see land but he knew that even for as strong as Torath was he was fading quickly, he had struggled for so long, refusing to give up and finally crash landed over the beach where he stayed for a full seven day before he was even remotely recovered enough to seek shelter.

Once sheltered N'kal refused to seek out any other dragon or rider for fear they carried whatever plague it was that had killed so many dragons and Torath was of similar mind. They fended for themselves just fine thank you very much.

*220 AL(24 yo) - Nirinath's call had woken Torath and with a horrible roar expressing his displeasure at being made to gather around those they had avoided for so long. N'kal didn't like it either but knew better then to disobey, and so they went. When they landed however, N'kal commanded Torath to stay as far away from the others as he could get away with.

*221 AL - 225AL(25-29yo) - Upon deciding that those dragons left alive were not infected he and Torath rejoined society, helped to rebuild and did their part in supporting Tsuen's choice to remain hidden from the north which meant fighting with those who caused trouble, and defending the weyr from wildlife. He didn't like it, but he didn't give a damn either the way he say it, her choices were saving the lives of their dragons should the plague still be raging back home.

*227 AL(31 yo) Does not agree nor participate in the stealing of candidates. Does not speak against it, but neither does he or Torath include themselves in the activity. He understands why, he just feels it could be better done. Torath doesn't care..dragons need riders and thinks N'kel is being his usual close-minded stubborn self.

*228 AL - Current (32-38 yo] - Fully assimilated with the weyr, Torath has settled into life with the dragons and is very glad to see his brethren increasing in number under the careful planning of the Weyr leaders.

Dragon Details
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[color=#ffffff]Name: Torath
Pronounced: Tor-ath
Colour: Bronze
Wing Rank: Wing Rider
Place of Birth: Fort Weyr
Date of Birth: 15.06.208 AL
Clutch Name: Shining Stars
Clutch Mother: Gold Avauth
Clutch Father: Brown Ghaerth

Appearance:

Mature Length: 35'   
Mature Height: 17.5'   
Mature Wingspan: 52.5'
Scars & Markings:
Jagged scar running down his chest and belly from his rough landing at the end of their flight south. His wings gave out and he crash landed against some rocks that tore his flesh. It wasn't enough to be fatal, but it took a great deal of effort for N'kal to get that bleeding to stop.   
General Appearance:
Torath is a deep amber color, almost an extremely light brown, his dark skin mottled with lighter shades ranging from amber to tan. He is a good and decent size bronze, his hide is smooth as silk thanks to N'kal's constant care. The jagged scar that runs down his chest is mostly faded into the coloration of his hide, though it can be seen as it is several shades lighter then the rest of his hide. His tail spikes are more golden then bronze and each side of his split tail has one small black spike.

Mind Voice: Torath's voice is deep and a little rough, though soothing all the same (Think Jeremy Irons only a bit deeper). He generally is a slow lazy speaker and will rumble sometimes during his speech, similar to when we 'hmmm'.

If he is excited about something, whether it is distressing or just simply playful and excited he will speak a bit faster, but his tone remains the same.

If he is angered is voice will be more of a deeper growl and he will speak sharply and snap his teeth to emphasize his point.

Personality:
Torath is fairly quiet and laid back most of the time, so like N'kal he too likes to occasionally be left in peace. Unlike N'kal however he will seek out his fellow dragons and sun bath and play with them while his rider is off doing whatever it is humans do when not in the presence of greatness.

He greatly enjoys playing with human children and is very aware that he could easily hurt or kill one so he plays as gentle as he can. He finds it amusing that dragons amuse them so much. He also doesn't like to hear the little squishy ones cry, he isn't quite sure why it bothers him, but he will seek out the noise maker and watch it curiously or try and make it stop.

Likes:
N'kal - Even when he is being a jerk....
Rain - It's very calming and cleans the dust off too!!
Sleeping in the sun - Oh please don't make me get up!
Eating - Well hello! I Am a dragon you know...
Human Children - They are cute and squishy and fun to play with! A pity N'kal won't let me have one for a pet....
Music - He likes the livelier songs especially. Music makes N'kal happy, and that in turn makes Torath happy. He has a tendency to swing or thump his tail to the music and bob his head (usually offbeat), he occasionally has to be reminded not to.
Sand - Sand is an excellent way for me to scratch my back and it is almost always warm!
Fire Lizards - They are cute little versions of me and so fun to chase through the air! Pity there aren't more of them...N'kal needs to get one...or three...

Dislikes:
Anyone who makes N'kal mad
Those who insist on being cruel to other dragons regarding their worth or intelligence - even if it is occasionally true...>.>
Being itchy - This is a lot of body to scratch! Make with the oil please!
Being used as a taxi service - unless it's kids and old people...He doesn't mind humans, he just doesn't like them expecting him to let anyone ride him.
Watch Whers - beastly little things that are barely even related to dragons in his opinion. Does NOT approve of humans using them in place of dragons in the north and is more likely to watch one go up in flame rather then go near it.   

Habits/Mannerisms:
Will stick his tongue out and blow the dragon equivalent of 'raspberries' like a human will. A trick that N'kal sometimes regrets teaching him as it usually ends up with N'kal needing new clothes and or a bath.

Will stand outside N'kal's door beating his wings to blow air through his house until he comes out when he is being a hermit.

Will walk around with a smug look on his face and strutting when he gets his way from N'kal even after N'kal blatantly says no a hundred and fifty thousand times.

Likes to stir up the blues and greens then hide and let the humans deal with the playful aftermath. Crazy dragon can be evil sometimes. N'kal does not like this..at all.
   
Strengths:
+Has a stronger memory then some of his fellow dragons and depending on the import of something, can remember something up to a week..if he keeps reminding himself of it.
+Can drag N'kal out of any sour or somber mood and make him be social, by physical force if the situation calls for it.
+Has excellent agility and stamina for his size   
Weaknesses:
+Gets frustrated easily when he doesn't understand something
+Quick to anger when something or someone upsets N'kal
+Has a bad habit of 'bite first, ask questions later' when angered   
General Personality:
Over all Torath is a very friendly and occasionally playful dragon. He wants his space like N'kal but unlike his rider he is far more inclined to be curled up with another dragon or running around playing with or chasing blues and greens. Where some other bronze or brown seem to not like the smaller more active dragons, Torath finds them quite fun and entertaining to be around.
Hex Code: Dragon Speech!
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Crafter Education
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[color=#ffffff]Craft:
Craft Rank: n/a
Years In Craft: n/a
Specialty:
Crafting Details

Out Of Character Information

[color=#ffffff]Created By: Dee
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Admin Contact: Email? O.o Whatchu wanna do? Text me? :P
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RP Example
This is how I soar...

20.02.221 AL Saying Goodbye...

N'kal, came the deep rumbling voice of Torath, waking him from what had been a peaceful dream. 'No...', was his answer even before he knew what the question was, and rolled back over. Torath growled in his mind then disappeared and N'kal settled back to sleep. He had no reason to be up so damn early, and the grumpy rider hated being woken up for no reason. He grumbled and rolled over again, curling himself up in the thin cottony blanket that was more sheet then blanket. Blasted dragon knew better then to wake him up.

A while after he had fallen asleep again, dreaming of memories best forgotten the call came out again. [color=#E8B20E]N'kal!, this time the call was a bit sharper and sounded annoyed. 'What on Pern do you want you blasted overgrown pest!?', he sent back, throwing off the blanket and laying on his hard bed, now glaring at the ceiling as if he could see said overgrown beast through the roof. His words were just words, Torath knew that, he was rarely ever honestly upset with him, and everyone knew it when he was. Not that it ever last long, but still, he could get very angry with the persistent pest. He was still waiting for an answer from Torath, he could feel him in the back of his mind...simmering with annoyance. 'Well!?', he prodded.

Instead of a reply what he got was shaken as Torath heavily dropped himself right beside hit hut and started beating at his house with his wings, knocking several things off the table and what shelving he had. "Blast it all you pain in the arse!! Cut it out!!" He jumped up, naked as the day he was born, trying to catch things before they hit the floor. You prooooomised!!!!!, came a very unusual rumbling whine from Torath. Once the house quit shaking he walked over to his one window and pulled open the shutters, not at all shocked at the huge swirling orange and yellow eye that greeted him. He narrowed his eyes and started to demand about this promise he supposedly made with Torath stood back up, towering over his house and he saw the slowly darkening sky. Oh...right...sorry bud. Give me a minute., his irritation instantly gone as he remembered what he promised they would do.

N'kal dressed swiftly and although he much preferred to clean up before going out, he was already late and Torath was right, he had promised. He opened the door and nearly tripped on a basket of roses that Torath had very carefully carried and set down. He frowned a little before picking them up and looked up at Torath, his heart heavy. "Sorry pal, I didn't forget...just tired that's all." Torath's eyes slowed down and slowly began to change color. He moved forward and lay down before N'kal and offered his forearm to help him onto his neck, eyes starting to swirl grey and purple. Sadness, grief, and concern for N'kal all rolled into one large swirling beautiful eye. I understand...let us go before it get's dark. Are you okay without protection?

N'kal knew what he meant and he grinned, giving the back of his neck a gentle pat. Thank you for the concern, but I have ridden you longer then this bareback. I will be fine, I promise. Let's go. With that Torath rumbled, extended his massive wings, crouched, and leapt into the air with a powerful down stroke to his wings. He sent off word to Tsuen through her gold Nirinath that they were only going to waters edge and that they would be back around dark. Torath grumbled at the response he got, like they had any desire to go back north to the raging plague, and banked left and headed for the shore. With his powerful wings they were over the shoreline before the sun finished setting, the dark red and purple sky reflected in the waves of the water.

Torath circles back around and N'kal gathered up the roses in his hand, frowning deeply, fighting off the tears that threatened to fall. Men did not cry. They do when it hurts not to., came Torath's soothing voice. N'kal kissed the top of one rose and as Torath turned again started dropping the roses. "Goodbye my love...", he whispered to the passing wind as Torath bellowed a sorrowful roar for the loss of his friend and for the pain he felt for Pella through N'kal. He circled again and the rest of the roses were dropped and Torath roared again, long and sad then turned and flew back for the shore and their new home, the roses floating on the surface, kissed by the light of the sinking sun.
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Currently NPCd until I have muse for him again