Vivid Dreams

Hi, everyone!

My name's Tams and I promise I'm not a troll despite my username. lol Although my potential character may be a bit trollish at times.

I'm still going over my application but I'd like to toss it up here to see if I'm on the right track and if my guy will fit in here. It will hopefully be up soon.

But for now, it's nice to meet everyone and you can thank (or blame) dearest liar for nudging me here. 

Hi!!

Welcome! If you can survive here while I have a SPW public meltdown than I think you'll do just fine ;)

:)

All right, here's what I have so far. I admit I am a bit fuzzy on the game's canon and history since I didn't get to look at it for too long before getting a chance to work on an application so some areas may not mesh correctly.

The writing sample and face claim will be attached to the final application.

Character Name

First Name: Valerian
Pronounced: Vah-leer-e-in
Nicknames:   Val, Vale
Main Rank: Journeyman Harper
Other Rank: N/A
Place of Birth: Plains Hold
Age/Date of Birth: 24, Mid Summer 206 AL
Weyrmate: N/A
Threadfall Theory:   He believes in what he teaches; that Thread will fall again.
Approved Special Features:   None.
Face Claim:

[i]Looks:

Eyes: Eyes of vivid forest green often dispel the belief that Valerian is lazy, bored, or inattentive thanks to their sharp and oftentimes penetrating stare that never seems to miss a thing. They would likely be considered his strongest feature and what draws people in, whether it be as he sings or tells a tale or out of a longing for his private attentions.
Hair: Dark brown hair with naturally highlighted strands of chestnut complements his eyes though fingers running through the shaggy short locks out of annoyance keep the style looking like he perpetually rolled out of bed after a fitful night’s rest.
Height: Valerian stands at a modest 5’9.
General Appearance: Full lips give the illusion of a pout but given his view on those he has to contend with daily, they are usually purposely set in such a manner. Despite his long legs, he is well proportioned and does not appear gangly while his frame is lean with just enough muscle definition to draw wandering eyes when the right clothes are worn—or left on the floor beside him. Another feature that often draws the eye is his long fingers that move over harp and gitar with a delicate ease.
Dressing Style: His fashion sense follows the trends of the time but he doesn’t go out of his way to have the most luxurious of fabrics or richest of colours as comfort is his top priority.

[i]Personality:

General Character Traits:
Valerian fancies himself an observer and speaker of truths, though the latter isn’t always met with great enthusiasm. As a Harper, he’s expected to give his opinion on matters thanks to the craft’s historical and current knowledge of people and events but there are other times where a soothing word and a gently spun truth are needed and Valerian has yet to master such a trait. In his younger years he held in his true opinions and would smile through the stupidity of others but over time and circumstances, he’s lost the reason to. Due to his new love of saying what’s on his mind, Valerian enjoys singing songs filled with lessons he believes the Holder he’s entertaining is lacking in but given the sensitive ego of such men, the journeyman Harper is often sent from the Hold with more bruises and threats than he arrived with. That is not something, however, to deter him and if the next occasion he entertains for is in need of a reminder or a good mocking, then that is indeed what his patrons will receive.

However, it is because of his keen eyes and ability to quickly assess a person that his bluntness and antics are normally overlooked by his peers. Most also know his true desire lays in composition and having to deal with bratty farm kids as he makes his travels is punishment enough.

Normally he is laidback, wanting nothing more than to lounge in the sun to pick idly at his gitar or to nap but given the way he was brought to the Weyr as a Stolen candidate, Valerian will take every chance he gets to remind anyone within hearing range that he came against his will. That isn’t to say he hates dragons or resents them due to some of the riders because what man alive didn’t fancy himself a candidate for a Hatching when they were a boy? It’s his determination to make sure no one gets close enough to him to truly know him that keeps any shred of enthusiasm or interest in anything other than his performance hidden away to the point where he comes off aloof and lacking in friends.

While he does enjoy the performance aspect of his craft and sometimes even the mingling with large crowds, Valerian detests archiving, holding lessons, and having to deal with children. At least with archiving he’s left alone and it’s generally quiet.

Likes:
[i]Dusk until dawn: Valerian loves the night but also takes a quiet pleasure in watching the sun set, finding the colours majestic and serene. While he does enjoy napping on a sunny day, he much prefers to be active at night, enjoying the sounds that only occur when the sun is set. It doesn't hurt that children are usually in bed and he can have a moment's peace without having to deal with them.
Composing songs : While he enjoys all the musical aspects of the craft, writing his own songs, even about mundane routines or scenery for only his own enjoyment, is his favourite part and soothes him.
Klah: He simply enjoys the cinnamon taste and jolt of energy to start the day with.

Dislikes:
Everyone: Valerian jokes that his list of things he hates is topped with “dragonriders, those without dragons, and kids” since the general category of “everyone” doesn’t accurately convey the level of detestation each inspires. After several beats of the shocked silence that statement brings about he explains the reasoning as dragonriders are often full of themselves, those without are useless and get in his way, and kids are just annoying and loud. Depending on his mood he will either let his audience believe he’s joking by smiling or saying it in earnest.
Cold weather: There is something unpleasant about layering and still having a frozen nose. It also hinders his ability to play instruments as his dexterity is slowed.
Manual Labour: As a son of a farmer, Valerian knows all about working from sunrise to sunset and absolutely hates it. He goes out of his way to avoid such tasks ever since leaving to Harper Hall.

Habits/Mannerisms:
He usually wears a bored or neutral expression but Valerian does find amusement in another's displeasure and misfortune so a small smile may be cracked. His own schooling has taught him to try to keep that under wraps though the indifference was something they couldn't get out of him.

As napping is one of his favourite pastimes, Valerian has a habit of sneaking off to nap under a tree, preferably in a quiet and unpopular location so he won't be disturbed. In a way, this works out best for everyone as it means they avoid his scrutiny and keen observations.

Strengths:
His ability to endure regardless of the situation he finds himself in would be what Valerian considers his strength—after being told his sharp tongue is not considered a strength or something to be proud of. A hidden strength not many would know about or even believe until they were a recipient of is his dedication to a friend. While he is all for protecting number one, himself, if someone he considers a friend needs his help, he's likely to give it regardless of what is asked of him; though he would prefer if it was something quick and simple.

Weaknesses:
While Valerian would have one believe he doesn’t have a weakness, his constant truth-saying and occasional laziness would likely hinder him the most.

Personal History

Mother:   Kezia
  [i]Rank: None
Father:  Quinlan
  Rank: Journeyman Farmer
Siblings:   An older brother (Zayra) and two older sisters (Seraphina and Saphira)
Past Lovers/Partners: None
Current Lovers/Partners: None
Children: None
Background Story:
207: Valerian is born to Quinlan and Kezia; their fourth child.
208-211: His mother and sisters take turns tending to him between their own daily tasks.
212: Begins lessons in both reading and writing as well as the farmcraft.
213-215: A hate of rising so early to work in the fields grows while an interest in what the Harper sings and discusses matures.
216: One day has enough and announces he wants to go to Harper Hall to train and live.
216-220: Studies at Harper Hall as an Apprentice, learning all areas of the craft to find the best suited area. Has some troubles maintaining the smile and suck-up attitude needed.
221: Wonders if he’s in over his head with how much responsibility Harpers have but watching a group of Journeymen practice together one night revives his love of singing and performing.
222: Finally becomes a Journeyman.
222-223: Continues to dabble in various areas of the craft but, at his Master’s insistence, spends the most time on the ways of teaching.
224: Ignores the advancements of the baker’s daughter until he finally breaks her heart with the harsh truth he’s not interested. Has yet to find someone that does interest him.
224-226: Shortly thereafter he is sent to various smaller holds to provide essential teachings. Knows it is a punishment for running his mouth one too many times about his peers.
227: Valerian is recalled and given the option to travel or select a Hold looking for a Harper. He chooses to go to River Bend.
227-230: Remains at the Hold until the wanderlust kicks in again. Begs his leave and returns to Harper Hall.
231: Arrives at Katila Weyr as a Stolen candidate.

[i]Crafter Education

Craft: Harper
Craft Rank: Journeyman
Years In Craft: 14
Specialty: Gossip and fact gathering, composing, and recalling historical and current facts
Crafting Details: Valerian joined Harper Hall at ten, after realizing farming was not for him. He spent several Turns studying in all areas of the craft not so much out of a love of learning or a need to keep busy but it was encouraged he should know enough in each field to assist others in the future. Not wanting to return to a life of seeding, Valerian forced out smiles and kept up his studies.

Once his studies were complete, Valerian spent time travelling to teach the young kids of minor holds and halls, somewhat as a punishment for his increasing laziness and sharp tongue as the stupidity of his peers couldn’t always be smiled at and brushed away. When that torment was over, he was given the option to move to a Hold and he found himself at River Bend for three Turns before removing himself and returning to Harper Hall.

It was on a quiet night, lightly strumming his gitar under his favourite tree not too far from the Hall that Valerian was kidnapped and brought to Katila Weyr.

Adoptable Greenrider from the following bits of information:

{20 & 07 || 35 & 22} Dragonth of R'der (Rider, F) DOB 195; Impressed in 208 AL at 13 Turns

Fort Weyr
208 AL, Late Autumn – Shimmering Reflections Clutch [Gold Wyndaneth x Bronze Renorath]

[div style="background-color: #333333; border: 3px solid #540a51; padding: 5px;"][justify][color=#9999CC] Character a lyrical subheading First Name: Kirinandari Pronounced: Key-ree-nan-dah-ree Honorific: K’dari Nicknames: Kiri, RiRi Dragon Colour: Green Wing Rank: Weyrling Master Assistant Other Rank: Place of Birth: Age/Date of Birth: 35 /  195 AL, late winter Impression Age: 13 Turns;  208 AL Weyrmate: No one at this time. Threadfall Theory: If it happens, it happens. She has far more interesting things to keep an eye on than waiting for something she has never seen. Approved Special Features: None. Face Claim: Monica Bellucci Looks a lyrical subheading Eyes: Russet brown eyes, narrowed only slightly, give nothing but calculation or seduction away. Hair: Ebon black locks flow in gentle waves over her shoulders, coming to a stop midway down her back with fringe framing her face. K’dari usually wears her hair down, enjoying the way it moves in the wind whether while taking a break at the lake or on dragonback but when she’s training or doing chores, a braid is her practical style of choice. Height: 5'7 General Appearance: K’dari fancies herself beautiful and knows even without the influence of her green in flight that she has several admirers. With a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, and features that are aesthetically pleasing with their well-proportioned setting, she was given a good canvas to work with. Her lips, however, are neither thin nor luscious and plush but she finds no fault with them as they suit her face and the expressions often worn and they complete all tasks required from talking to far more intimate affairs. The only “flaw” as some would call it, is the mole, or beauty mark as K’dari prefers to think of it, on the right side of her face just below the corner of her mouth. Her body would possibly be seen as obscene to older generations with gentle curves working from breasts to waist to thighs and down long shapely legs. Given the way she carries herself and has maintained her image, it is not uncommon for K’dari to be mistaken as someone younger than her thirty-five turns. Those that think this and confess to such thoughts are rewarded with a tender smile and stay in her good graces slightly longer. But given her dedication to her goal, K’dari is not just a pretty face and has been known to intimidate colleagues and students alike with a penetrating glare borne from annoyance at being disturbed while she works or an intent stare while she inspects the new Candidates for anyone promising enough to earn her special attention. Dressing Style: Tight tops with flowing skirts for Gathers or leather pants for riding and chores. Personality a lyrical subheading General Character Traits: Flirtatious. Bitchy when someone interferes with what she wants, intelligent, dedicated to an idea once she has it and thinks you have potential Likes:     Like 1: Details here     Like 2: Details here     Like 3: Details here Dislikes:     Dislike 1: Details here     Dislike 2: Details here     Dislike 3: Details here Habits/Mannerisms: Strengths: Weaknesses: Personal History a lyrical subheading Mother: Mother's name, DOB, etc.     Rank: Mother's rank Father: Father's name, DOB, etc.     Rank: Father's rank Siblings: Siblings - gender, DOB, rank etc Past Lovers/Partners: I’m open to suggestions! Current Lovers/Partners: Children: Background Story: Dragon Details a lyrical subheading Name: Nabineth Pronounced: Na-bee-neth Colour: Green Wing Rank: Place of Birth: Fort Weyr Age/Date of Birth:  22 / Late Autumn 208 AL Clutch Name: Shimmering Reflections Clutch Mother: Wyndaneth Clutch Father: Renorath Appearance:     Mature Length: in feet     Mature Wingspan: in feet     Mature Height: In hands     Scars & Markings:     General Appearance: Personality:     Likes:     Dislikes:     Habits/Mannerisms:     Strengths:     Weaknesses:     General Personality: Image: >><< Crafter Education a lyrical subheading Craft: Craft Rank:  Years In Craft: Please see this thread for Katila-specific Crafting information. Specialty: Additional Details: Out Of Character Information Additional Accounts & Ranks:     Player Account: Insulting Truths     Additional Characters: Valerian Admin Contact: Anything else? [/size] RP Example a lyrical subheading This is required for ALL characters, regardless of if they are your first or twenty-th. RP Sample must use the character described in the profile and be an indication of your average posting size with them.

Adoptable bluerider R'nd from the Renewed Hope Clutch.
Keyword is 'belief.'
Key Info from Candidate Posts:
Both brown weyrlings, blues Elatth and Ayyonth and greens Miceeth and Ladymth would often work in positions of "leadership" during weyrlinghood. All showed some degree of potential, as well as personal weaknesses.

Ayyonth is charismatic and teasing, one being well received and the other having a tendency to piss off his clutchmates

[justify] R’nd & Blue Ayyonth a lyrical subheading First Name: Orwind Pronounced: Ore-wind (like the element) Honorific: R’nd Nicknames: Randy (Kerrin’s nickname for him) Dragon Colour: Blue Wing Rank: Wingrider hoping to become a Searchrider Other Rank: Flirt Place of Birth: Small Sea Hold near Benden Age/Date of Birth: 27, Mid-fall 203 AL Impression Age: 23; Mid-fall 227 AL Weyrmate: None. Threadfall Theory: “If the threat wasn’t real, Ayyonth and I wouldn’t be together.” Approved Special Features: None. Face Claim: Gabriel Aubry Looks a lyrical subheading Eyes: While his eyes are narrow, lending to a seductive appearance, R’nd has extremely expressive eyes that display his emotions in flashes before he tries to reclaim a calm exterior. They are of a pale grey shade that darkens with strong emotions, usually lust, but the rare time when anger gets a hold of him has the same effect. Hair:  Dirty blonde wavy locks that hang in a tousled shaggy style may appear as if minimal attention has been spent on the ‘do but R’nd will take the time to comb and style it each morning. There are, of course, times where a tumble in and out of bed does the work for him but he somehow manages to make it work for him. Height:  6’0 General Appearance: One of the first things most notice about R’nd is his dirty blonde wavy hair with shorter strands falling against his face but typically kept styled just out of his view. The other major eye-catcher the bluerider possesses comes in the form of his beaming smile courtesy of a talented mouth. His well-shaped lips are almost feminine and likely would be called as such on a baby-faced young man but given his rugged features and ability to grow facial hair, which is often kept in a state of three-days-of-not-shaving stubble, they are oddly fitting. Perhaps it is the way they often curl into a smirk that, combined with his suggestive grey eyes, leaves R’nd looking like pure sex that earns him more compliments than complaints about his lips. His body is not that uncommon of a sight amongst dragonriders given the care dragons require. He’s acquired toned arms and upper body from turns of scrubbing Ayyonth during his baths while his legs received proper definition from uncounted hours of training a-dragonback or running around Katila either as exercise or from whatever chore assigned to him. Dressing Style: Before the plague, Orwind was all over the latest styles of fashion and had to be among the first to sport the new must-have accessory. Naturally once the weyrfolk migrated to the South it became more than a little difficult to keep up that hobby. Since Katila was established, R’nd has moved passed the mourning stage for his stagnant wardrobe and accepted that he had to work with what was on hand. Later on, after Impressing and Katila established more rules for going north he found he could ask those heading out on a Search or gathering materials to find out what styles were popular. Of course having a tailor as a friend within the weyr also has some benefits and R'nd is always willing to be a model or test subject. When it comes right down to it, he is usually seen wearing vibrant colours, preferring to stick with a more monotone look than mixing up colours. Given the climate, a lighter material is preferred but he enjoys fine leathers for his riding gear and boots, the latter of which is has several pairs of in varying lengths. Personality a lyrical subheading General Character Traits: When R’nd’s ego gets the best of him he believes himself to be the very definition of what a bluerider should be. His charisma can draw out a smile and small talk from even the shyest of souls as he knows his way around a conversation to find a way to make everyone comfortable. Unless of course he’s in a playful mood which he blames on Ayyonth and growing up with some of the weyrbrats. There are times where he can spin a teasing comment with the best of them but knows when to stop before it turns malicious and words said in jest turn sharp and leave a wound. However, coupling perfectly with his charisma is his flirtatious nature which often has him chatting someone up without realizing how suggestive he is. Typically, he knows when he’s doing it and it doesn’t matter gender or age. If R’nd feels an attraction, even at the most basic of levels, he’ll act on it. Despite all of his flirtatious and talkative ways, there is one way to earn his scorn and that’s by bringing insult to someone he calls friend. While he can view everyone within Katila as friend or family, there are a small handful of those he truly opens up to and spends most of his time with. He’s not one to simply hate another because his friend or lover does but if a friend is hurt in any way, then you can forget about having his smile, a sweet one anyway, sent your way. His protective streak has, at times, come into direct conflict with his almost naïve ability to believe there is good in everyone. When someone finds a way to lose his trust or shows an intense hatred of dragons or weyrfolk, it breaks R’nd’s heart and leaves him in a sullen mood for a short time, often with him going off to be alone until it passes and he can smile again without worrying anyone. Likes:     Sleeping In: Thanks to his flirtatious ways, R’nd sometimes lacks a full night’s rest and doesn’t always want to rise when the sun does. He’s still dedicated to his duties at the Weyr but if he can sneak in just one extra hour, he’s a happy man.     Wine:  R’nd enjoys a good night of drinking. The wine that they produce at Katila still has a long way to go before it reaches the standards of Benden, or even that of Tillek, but it does the trick whether it’s needed to drown sorrows, celebrate, or just liven up a gathering.     B’jin: R’nd suffers from a serious case of boycrush. Thanks to B’jin’s charm and outgoing personality, young R’nd was enthralled at their first meeting and decided he was a good dragonrider example. Yet even now he still won’t approach B’jin for anything sexual outside of Larrikith flying, though Ayyonth has yet to win her. Dislikes:     Liars: Luckily for R’nd he has his own lie detector, so long as Ayyonth is around, though he does well enough on his own.  While he’s fine with the occasional small fib, he simply can’t understand why anyone would lie with the intent of hurting someone.     Losing a flight: The high while caught up in a flight is intense but when you don’t come out of the trance as the winner, it’s a devastating blow that R’nd feels emotionally and physically drained from.     The method of Stealing: While he understands why it must be done, R’nd wishes there was another way to go about gaining those likely to Impress. Despite his dislike of the method, he fully supports the Weyr and would become a searchrider to do his part. He would, however, try to find a way to give the Candidate a choice.  Habits/Mannerisms: He will smile at everyone. Whether it’s just a polite greeting to his elders and the weyrbrats running around or a flirtatious, naughty grin to past and future lovers, R’nd can’t really help it. Just like he can’t help checking and fixing his hair if he’s near a reflective surface. Strengths:  R’nd is open-minded and willing to give everyone a chance. He believes that there is good in everyone and there’s a reason for a nasty attitude which could be turned around if someone stopped to find out why and cared. Because of his gentle and friendly attitude, he has the ability to stay calm under pressure and help guide others in times of a crisis or simply stay patient when others are frustrated at a situation, person, or themselves. Weaknesses: R’nd is very expressive when it comes to positive emotions, or anger if pushed enough, but when it comes to anything negative that he or anyone else has against him, he will keep it inside. He doesn’t want to worry anyone and will pretend all is well or go off alone for a time where he will mentally beat himself up for causing trouble for anyone. Even with all of his outwardly confidence and surviving the plague and travel South at such a young age, his large ego has created a fear of being rejected. He knows he’s amazing and does well in everything he attempts but someday to someone, that may just not be good enough; that he will not be good enough. His friends are important to him and while he knows it’s nonsensical, the notion that they’ll replace him often lingers in the back of his mind. Even though he genuinely enjoys playing the field, the fear of rejection is a very strong reason as to why he has never had a serious relationship. On the lighter side, R’nd has a weakness for bubbly pies and puppy dog eyes, both of which have been known to lead him astray and getting into mischief with a younger friend. Personal History a lyrical subheading Mother: Beadine, 45, 186 AL     Rank: Lady of the Hold Father: Roltandan, 50, 181 AL     Rank: Lord of a small Hold in the Benden area Siblings: Pendalier (brother, 33, 198 AL),  Eridella (sister, 30, 201 AL) Past Lovers/Partners: It’s a long list but nothing serious. Current Lovers/Partners: Anyone and everyone so long as its casual. Currently nothing serious. Children: None that he knows about. Background Story: 203 AL: Orwind is born. 204~209 AL: Nothing major happens; early childhood is spent in the usual manners of play and preparing for learning. 210 AL: As a curious boy, Orwind gets into a lot of things, exploring the Hold, beach, and ships. His father is pleased with the eager young mind. 211~212 AL: Continues with his lessons with the harper, naturally clinging to the stories and history involving the dragons. 213 AL: Begins to think he’d much rather spend the day playing in the sun and water, not fishing and labouring away. 214 AL: Orwind is Searched and he goes with a large smile in place. 215 AL: The plague strikes. 216 AL: Orwind is 14 turns when the plague scares everyone enough to move south. Thanks to his likeliness to Impress, despite not doing so with the last clutch, the rider that Searched him (OPEN) has no family to bring with him and offers the free spot on his dragon to travel with him. 217~219 AL: Orwind learns the hard way what it’s like to fend for himself as he and his saviour learn to fish, hunt, and build a small hut to live in while under Katila’s orders to keep away from other dragons. 220~224 AL: With the call to gather given, Orwind puts his new skills to use and helps build the Weyr and get to know all of the other weyrfolk that survived the trip South. 225~226 AL: Despite Nirinath still not rising and a brown falling ill, Orwind believes everything will work out and it has not all been for nothing. 227 AL: Orwind Impresses blue Ayyonth, believes how he handled the last twelve turns has shown his worth and dedication to the community. 228 AL: Begins his second year of weyrlinghood. Everything is going smoothly until Green Pikth of Pendok and Blue Delemth of Uglor crash into each other and die. The deaths of their clutchmates affect R’nd and Ayyonth deeply and remind them that they are not invincible despite everything they have survived thus far. 229 AL: R’nd graduates from weyrling. 230~231 AL: R’nd’s been living the daily Katila life with chores, socializing, chasing after Greens flying, and even trying to help the Stolen Candidates adjust to the Weyr. Dragon Details a lyrical subheading Name: Ayyonth Pronounced: Eye-yawn-th Colour: Blue Wing Rank: Searchrider hopeful Place of Birth: Katila Weyr Age/Date of Birth: 3, Mid-fall 227 AL Clutch Name: Renewed Hope Clutch Mother:Gold Nirinath Clutch Father: Bronze Ronarth Appearance:     Mature Length: 12.2 feet     Mature Height:18 hands     Mature Wingspan: 18.3     Scars & Markings: N/A     General Appearance: Coming in at twelve foot two, Ayyonth is slightly larger than the average blue which R’nd has stated can be a good thing. Of course it hampers their speed and agility when it comes to racing against the smaller sized dragons but their size places them larger or close to a few browns which could elevate their status in a wing. His hide is of a darker shade in a rich, cerulean blue that is not a consistent colouring throughout but mingles with a slightly softer tone to give a soft marbling effect. Personality:     Likes: Much like R’nd, Ayyonth likes to keep up appearances and enjoys bathing.     Dislikes: He hates being ignored. R’nd doesn’t do it often and when it happens the man is often still more asleep than awake but patience only goes so far when you have urgent news to share.     Habits/Mannerisms: While Ayyonth doesn’t mind working, he loves having free time and spending it out sunning and will go off to do so whenever the chance presents itself. Sometimes it’s nice to just get away and relax with the sun on your back and not well-meaning and spirited kids.     Strengths: Ayyonth is extremely reliable. Even with all of his teasing and meandering off to enjoy a lazy day, if R’nd needs him, he’s there for him.      Weaknesses: Inability to tell when his teasing has gone too far.     General Personality: Like most blue dragons, Ayyonth is a hard worker and takes pride in what he does. However, he still has his moments of being playful which is likely due to a certain weyrbrat spending too much time with the pair and his personality influencing the young dragon. After all, if R’nd likes the boy then acting like him can’t be all that bad, right? Unfortunately due to that playful energy and watching the way R’nd would sometimes interact with people only strengthened Ayyonth’s own enjoyment of teasing his clutchmates though he lacks the skill in knowing when enough is enough. That being said, when Ayyonth is behaving, he gets along with the other dragons, sunning in peace together or splashing about in the river when their riders are busy elsewhere. Image: >><< Crafter Education a lyrical subheading Craft: Sea craft Craft Rank: He was Searched before he truly began his studies. Years In Craft: Officially, none, but grew up surrounded by the craft. Specialty: N/A Crafting Details: He has no formal training but learned the basics to sailing and casting a net. Out Of Character Information Additional Accounts & Ranks: Insulting Truths (Player) and Valerian (Stolen Candidate) Admin Contact: purpletwilight at gmail dot com Anything else? Nope. RP Example a lyrical subheading R’nd was having the most wonderful dream involving him and two others frolicking in the pool below a gentle waterfall when something tugged at his mind, trying to release him from such beauty and euphoria. He grumbled at the disturbance and gave a low growl when a dragon’s shriek finally cut through his determination to stay in his dream world for a little longer. [color=#0066CC]R’nd! Of course he now had his blue, Ayyonth, joining in on the effort to wake him. Could this day start off any worse? Leave me be, Ayyonth. I’m sleeping. At least that was what he still wanted to be doing, anyway! But you heard, didn’t you? Larrikith is flying! In his barely conscious mind, the name and all the words surrounding it meant nothing to R’nd and he rolled over, burying himself under the sheets as if that would block out all of the external and internal noises. Wait, had a green taken flight? Did they have no concept of time? Don’t chase her. Even I need to get some sleep sometimes. Sleep had been lacking that sevenday with the amount of action he had seen both doing exercises with Ayyonth or finding new and creative ways to exercise riders and weyrfolk alike. Last night had been no different though he had parted ways with that lover at a somewhat early, in his books, time. R’nd, would you wake up and listen to me? Ayyonth was getting annoyed at being ignored, a trait R’nd blamed on Kerrin and the amount of time the brat spent with the dragon. But Ayyonth knew his mate well and knew he wouldn’t hear the end of the pouting that would come if he missed out on this attempt at Larrikith taking to the sky. Larrikith is flying. Did you forget who her rider is? B’jin! You know, the man you have been pining after for as long as you have known him? The man you somehow manage to pretend you don’t want on a normal day when you’re talking to him? Ayyonth continued speaking but it had turned more into a mumbling about silly human emotions and traditions, not that R’nd was listening now anyway. Larrikith was flying. His mind was beginning to clear and catch up with what was going on and R’nd sat up, eyes wide as he felt Ayyonth’s lust already creeping in on him, mingling with his own building desires. Then chase her! He didn’t have time to argue with his dragon and really didn’t even have time to find his clothes as he slept in the nude, though he knew from experience streaking didn’t please everyone, even if the nude body in question was his. But as he tried to rise from his bed, R’nd ended up falling to the floor, tangled as he was in the bedding. After a quick shimmying to free himself, the dance of pulling on pants while trying to walk led him through his hut and out the door. Where would B’jin be at this early hour? He sent a plea to his blue to ask around for his location and took off in an ungraceful stride toward the Dining Hall not only because it made sense for a man to go there shortly after rising but it sounded far more lively in that general area than usual at such an hour.

Ayyonth speech!
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From the Adoptable Survivors List:
{27 & 14} Dragonth of R'der (Rider, M) DOB 188; Impressed in 201 AL at 13 Turns

J’ver [color=#005500]When the Devil is too busy, and Death's a bit too much They call on me by name you see, for my special touch [color=#005500]First Name: Jaimiveridis Pronounced: Jamie-very-diss Honorific: J’ver Nicknames: Jai Dragon Colour: Green Wing Rank: Wingrider Other Rank: S’kef’s evil sidekick Place of Birth: Nabol Hold Age/Date of Birth: 43 / 188AL Impression Age: 13 Physical Age: 26 Weyrmate: Currently N/A Threadfall Theory: It will be an ugly and devastating nuisance should it fall again (and hopefully not in his life time!) Approved Special Features: Face Claim: Harry Lloyd [color=#005500]Looks [color=#005500]I'm the thorn in your side, makes you wriggle and writhe [color=#005500]Eyes: Pale blue eyes that are sometimes partially obscured by his long wispy bits of fringe but when they are visible, they are often narrowed in a calculating stare. [color=#005500]Hair: Black hair that is meticulously maintained and styled regularly throughout the day. He used to wear it longer in a shaggier style but in recent turns has shortened it which helped remove the bit of curl that tried to take over. While the fringe is often worn down or brushed just to the side, J’ver has been known to style it back on special occasions. [color=#005500]Height: 5’9 [color=#005500]General Appearance: J’ver has a slender build that lends to the popular belief that male greenriders are feminine. He has just enough defining muscle in his arms to show that while he doesn’t work out, he does indeed have a dragon that requires regular primping with bathing and oiling. His torso, however, doesn't show such definition and some would call him soft if not simply too skinny. He has a long face with slightly hollowed cheeks and a nose that draws the eye in a nearly unflattering way from profile but suits him straight on. His lips, a thin upper and a slightly plumped lower, were made for smirking and sneering and J’ver takes advantage of that fact, often smug in what he says and does. Despite the long and hot summer days and the length of time he has been a dragonrider, exposed to the elements and not tucked away indoors, J'ver is of fair skin. His pale complexion does not help the image people have of him lurking in the shadows to catch sought after information. While that wouldn't be an unfair assessment, J'ver simply prefers to avoid being tanned, finding he feels dirty when his skin can no longer reflect the moonlight. [color=#005500]Dressing Style: His dressing style is, in a word, tacky. His pants are usually rather normal though they are a snug fit but it’s the shirts that draw the eye. They are typically in bright colours, sometimes in two or more colours that shouldn’t always go together. If he’s feeling ambitious or wants to pay to get another tailor to do it, patterns will appear on the otherwise hodgepodge shirt. That isn’t to say his wardrobe insists entirely of such atrocities. His riding leathers are, of course, rather uniform and unremarkable and he does own some plain black cloth clothing as well for when he needs to be a bit stealthier in his endeavours. [color=#005500]Personality [color=#005500]I pledge my allegiance to all things dark and I promise on my damned soul to do as I am told [color=#005500]General Character Traits: J'ver often does things that will benefit him in some way but yearns for the approval of those ranked higher than him. Given how greenriders are viewed, most riders would be considered ranked higher but J’ver only sees the Weyrleader and Weyrsecond as truly above him and it is S’kef’s approval that he desires the most for a vast array of reasons. One of those reasons is power. He seeks power but knows he will never manage it on his own and latches onto those that have the best potential of achieving power and control and can be manipulated into taking him along for the ride. J'ver has no issues with carrying out the brunt of the work, especially if he's led to believe certain aspects were his idea. So while he is intelligent, there are times when even he can be manipulated in turn. He is rather flamboyant and dramatic in gestures and dress with some saying he is was one step away from being a goldrider with the attitude he has. J'ver is extremely cunning and will play both sides of an argument to his advantage and looks for openings and weaknesses in people he can use. He can be perfectly charming in front of high-ranked riders and those he needs to play in order to get something or win their opinion on a matter for S’kef. Rather obedient and usually successful in his tasks though occasionally there is a slip up and results aren’t exactly as predicted. J'ver fancies himself independent but he loves to be dominated by strong, larger men. While this is mostly true in the bedroom it can come into play in every day life as well. It would likely qualify as a kink since he generally prefers being the one in control and ordering others around but there are times when being at someone's mercy is exciting and a good way to let loose, or, when not in the privacy of his home, it's a good way for someone else to take the fall when everything goes wrong. His crafty mind very rarely stops plotting. He's only social when he has to be, finding most people simply not worthy of his time or being in his stellar presence. He does, however, enjoy the gatherings of greenriders when they discuss those that they have flown. It's a good way to learn who he wants in bed, a way to find out gossip on any potential troublemakers or targets, but it's also fairly mindless chatter and sometimes even a genius needs to indulge in such acts. When he's not on the job or in the mood for company, J'ver enjoys spending his time alone in a garden, both tending to the flowers and sitting amongst them with a glass of wine. Those that don't know him well would mistake him for a quiet man and a deep thinker but if his thoughts aren't on new ways to get to the top then they're on the horrible fashion sense people around him seem to have. Likes:     Gardening: When he’s not out trying to ruin lives, J’ver enjoys tending to flowers, finding the act enjoyable and relaxing.     Approval: While he won’t flat out say that he craves someone complimenting his hard work or that he wants to be regarded in high favour to someone, J’ver is highly motivated by the approval of those he latches onto and has a bit of a nervous breakdown when he fails in a task. He hates having to report back when he didn’t succeed and being given a look of disappointment and yelled at.     Power: J’ver craves power, plain and simple. Since he is not in a position to wield it himself, he seeks out someone with similar interests and goals as him.     Tailoring: Since most people don’t understand the genius that is J’ver and simply cannot grasp the designs he wants, he often makes his own shirts and has even been known to gift S’kef a creation from time to time. Dislikes:     Women: He views women as weak and generally in the way unless, on the rare occurrence,  they have something that benefits him. He will go out of his way to avoid flirting with females or even socializing with them. If a female rider should happen to win his flights, J’ver leaves as soon as he can and spends the day sulking, complaining, and in the bath until he feels clean again.     Yelling: J’ver is not a fan of raising his voice, though it sometimes reaches shrill notes when in a cat fight with other divas, or having someone raise their voice at him. He finds he doesn’t need to exert such energy and become so undignified because of someone else and feels inadequate when those in higher ranks than him yell and berate him.     Getting Dirty: While he is perfectly okay with doing the dirty work and getting his hands dirty, J'ver hates to be literally filthy. Mud, dust, food, paint, and blood coating any part of his body or clothing disgusts the greenrider and sends him into dramatic fits of injustice before running off for a bath. Habits/Mannerisms: J’ver used to twirl a lock of hair when he was plotting evil or being particularly smug with someone but since he cut it not too long ago, he still has a tendency to try. Some pieces can still serve the purpose but for the most part he ends up clicking his tongue in annoyance and giving up. The clicking of his tongue has also carried over into regular annoyances throughout the day. J'ver also has a regal air to him from the way he sits to how high he holds his head. This especially comes through when he feels he has the upper hand in anything. A soft throaty chuckle is often accompanying his nose up in the air. Strengths: J’ver is smart and cunning, knowing the best ways to ensure his survival whether during the plague or weyr politics. Should someone end up beating him at his own game, J’ver is resilient and will bounce back to try again, though there is often a period of fuming at being bested or worrying about any punishment that should befall him. Weaknesses: J’ver’s confidence and ego often lead to his downfall. While he is a man that likes to be prepared and stay one step ahead of everyone else, he sometimes gets too cocky and doesn’t do a final fact check and can land in trouble or his plans being blown out of the water. Due to his need to please his superiors, J’ver is also a tad paranoid about his failures and will often worry when it happens that he will disappoint the man that sent him out on tasks. A laughter that would leave anyone wondering if he’s having a nervous breakdown often appears the moment he realizes he has failed and has to report back. [size=20pt][color=#005500]Personal History [color=#005500]It gets so lonely being evil. What I'd do to see a smile, even for a little while [color=#005500]Mother: Mairina, 162 AL     Rank: Sister-in-law to the Lord Holder of High Reaches Father: Jaimiveridan, 163 AL     Rank: Brother to Lord Holder of Nabol Siblings: None; he’s an only child. Past Lovers/Partners: Tarrin, multiple casual Current Lovers/Partners: Mostly casual lovers Children: He will never acknowledge a child presented as his. Background Story: 185 AL: Mairina and Jaimiveridan meet at a Hatching at High Reaches Weyr and are immediately smitten with one another. 186-187 AL: Mairina and Jaimiveridan, living in Nabol, attempt several times to have a child, all ending in miscarriages. 188 AL: Jaimiveridis is born in Nabol. He is the first child to his parents to be carried to term. They don't risk having another child given how rough the pregnancy was on Mairina. 189-193 AL: Jaimiveridis is spoiled and the center of his parents' world.Is often called Jai by his family and care takers. 194-195 AL: Jaimiveridan dies of illness, leaving his family to grieve for nearly a turn before Mairina can longer take being away from her blood family. She packs up Jai and returns to High Reaches Hold. 196-199 AL: Jai makes friends with his cousin, learning quickly how much they can get away with thanks to their bloodline and his uncle being the Lord Holder. 200 AL: He is Searched and despite his comfortable life at the Hold and promises of learning tailoring, Jaimiveridis agrees to go to the Weyr. 201 AL: Jaimiveridis Impresses green Rilaleeyth at age 13. 202 AL: Rilaleeyth has her first flight near the end of the turn, shocking Jaimiveridis with the aftermath. He is bruised, sore, and refuses to speak about how he felt waking up next to a man twice his age. 203 AL: The days pass mostly without incident save for bickering with other weyrlings, more awkward flights, and learning to live with a dragon always nosing around in his mind. Jaimiveridis graduates and takes on the name of J'ver. 204-207 AL: Life seems to be going perfectly with flights and learning the ins and outs of tailoring. 208 AL: Rilaleeyth is finally caught by a blue with a female rider. J’ver doesn’t take this well as his previous dislike of women turns into absolute disgust with how repulsed he is by the female form. 209-211 AL: J’ver begins selecting his lovers with a cautious hand, preferring to find those he can manipulate into doing his dirty work for him and will take easy repayment. 212 AL: J’ver finally finds himself in a horribly rough flight that leaves him with a dislocated shoulder, sprang wrist, and a lot of deep bruising. The only consolation to his vanity is his face received only a slap with no visibly marks showing. 213-214 AL: A brownrider that has the Weyrleader’s favour is latched onto in a secret relationship. J’ver decides he misses the perks of being a Lord Holder’s nephew and craves the power. 215 AL: The plague begins and J'ver does his best to keep away from other dragons that seem to be showing signs of illness. 216 AL: The decision to travel South is made and J'ver, not knowing what to expect in the unexplored land, takes along one of his favourite non-rider playmates. Tarrin is ten turns his junior but also built and handsome, both qualities J'ver finds important for their time in seclusion. 217 AL: Tarrin builds a small shelter with Rilaleeyth's help in getting materials while J'ver watches. The same is done whenever Tarrin hunts or goes fishing though J'ver makes sure the man is well rewarded for all his efforts. 218 AL: J'ver starts to enjoy gardening after starting it on a whim early in the turn from seeds of fruit or the edible plants Tarrin had found. 219 AL: What was originally just some bickering turns into larger fights that result in Tarrin wandering off for several days, leaving J'ver alone at their 'home' to fend for himself. Thankfully they have food in storage and Rilaleeyth can't stand to see her bonded suffer and J'ver never learns any lessons from the treatment. 220 AL: Nirinath's call to reunite is heard and it is with great relief that J'ver and Tarrin pack up their few items and leave behind their makeshift paradise. 221 AL: Disappointment sets in when it's realized they won't be returning North and it's time to rebuild once again with Tarrin doing most of the work. J'ver settles back into life amongst dragonriders and after several months accepts the new Weyr and the potential it holds. 222 AL: While some riders attempt to return home, J'ver only considers the idea briefly before determining staying in Katila Weyr as being the far wiser choice. The North no longer holds his interest and powerful men are beginning to make themselves known amongst the riders. J'ver is happy where he is, especially after dismissing Tarrin from his life. The boy served his purpose and is no longer needed. 223-224 AL: J'ver continues to enjoy his flights and attempts to get out of as much work as he can but accepts some chores he'll have to at least show up for in order to give off a good impression. 225 AL: A terrible storm destroys much of the Weyr, J'ver's hut included. Devastated, he manipulates a few people into helping him rebuild on the promise of assisting them later on though he doesn't say when or how. 226 AL: Finally accepts the few weyrbrats hanging around him when he's sewing as impressionable minds he can mould to his liking and gives more lessons to those eager to learn about fashion. 227 AL: New Weyrleader D’ren appoints brownrider S’kef as his Weyrsecond. J’ver starts to pay more attention to S’kef in secret, learning what he can about the man that could possibly elevate his status. 228 AL: After nearly a turn of keeping his intentions to himself, J'ver finally decides that S'kef is perfect to latch onto for an easy life after learning what he can about the man's interests and recalling several flights they had shared. 229-231 AL: J'ver is still at S'kef's beck and call, doing the dirty work the Weyrsecond can't be seen having a part of. [color=#005500]Dragon Details [color=#005500]Even evil has a good counterpart [color=#005500]Name: Rilaleeyth Pronounced: Ree-la-lee-th Colour: Green Wing Rank: Wingrider Place of Birth: High Reaches Weyr Age/Date of Birth: 30 / 201 AL Clutch Name: Glittering Sands Clutch Mother: Gold Amuruth Clutch Father: Bronze Rothath Appearance:     Mature Length: 10'9     Mature Height: 16.9 hands     Mature Wingspan: 16.35 feet     Scars & Markings: Despite how often she takes to the sky, Rilaleeyth doesn’t have nearly as many scars as some of her sisters of the same age range and flight schedule as she is far more willing to be caught and submits easier.     General Appearance: Rilaleeyth is on the smaller size for her colour and is a vibrant green with smatterings of a darker green that makes her resemble the canopy of a jungle. Her wings are of muted tones from her torso, marbling together. Personality:     Likes: Pretty things, her reflection, swimming, having orders to follow.     Dislikes: Being thought of as dumb because she prefers to follow others and not be left to her own devices. Being ignored, and the rain.     Habits/Mannerisms: Given her sensual nature, Rilaleeyth will nuzzle with fellow dragons and any riders she takes a liking to.     Strengths: She is extremely caring and loyal, both to J’ver but a few of her draconic friends as well.  Despite coming off as docile or meek, she will do what she can to assist friends.     Weaknesses: Often gives in easily, letting stronger personalities walk all over her and tell her what her opinion is.     General Personality: Rilaleeyth is sensual and submissive. She takes great pride and pleasure in being a green and loves being with larger dragons with a dominating personality. For the most part she is rather docile but she has moments where she tries to prove her worth to others and acts out in a display, not of aggression, but independence. It never lasts long, however, as she prefers someone to guide her. Image: Chosen from the freebie dragon thread. Thank you to the creator! [color=#005500]Crafter Education [color=#005500]A yarn to spin [color=#005500]Craft: Tailoring Craft Rank: N/A Years In Craft: Unofficially 30. Specialty: Sketching and bringing to life shirt designs, light mending. Crafting Details:[color=#005500] J'ver was Searched shortly before he was due to travel to Southern Boll to begin his apprenticeship but he has always had an eye for fashion and learned from the tailors at High Reaches Weyr the basics before being granted permission to help mend clothing. He didn't want to work on clothes belonging to others but put up with it so he could continue learning the craft enough to be granted access to the finer materials and make his own clothing. [color=#005500]Out Of Character Information [color=#005500]Additional Accounts & Ranks: Player Account: Insulting Truths Weyrling Valerian & Blue Veeth R’nd & Blue Ayyonth Admin Contact: You already have it :P Anything else? [color=#005500]I do it all because I'm evil And I do it all for free Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need [color=#005500]RP Example [color=#005500]Evil sidekick in action [color=#005500]It had been a long day thanks to the accursed chore of gathering. While the man he had immediately latched onto thanks to his timid nature and being a complete pushover did work harder to make up for J’ver’s own lack of interest in collecting anything, it had still taken a lot of energy to supervise the job. Some people simply couldn’t be left unattended for more than a few minutes without the world falling apart around them. J’ver had also given in and did a bit of gathering himself in order to keep the other man’s good faith so he could be used again at a later date. Overall, it had been a stressful day and a long soak in the bathhouse seemed like a marvellous idea and one he had been partaking in when the dragons started making a ruckus. J’ver attempted to ignore the noise but Rilaleeyth, sitting daintily atop the building started in as well which only irritated her rider more. [color=#005500]The little gold’s rider is dying, J’ver! Everyone is in such a panic. It sounds horrible! J’ver sighed and rolled his eyes before easing himself out of the hot water. It didn’t seem like he would be enjoying the remainder of his soak if what his green said was true. I’m sure it’s not that bad. No one would be stupid enough to leave the girl unattended long enough for her to be harmed in any manner. Ask some of the dragons that are bound to have gathered near the site by now. Really, did he have to think of everything? He began towelling himself off, spending time to carefully work at his hair when Rilaleeyth finally had some information. The girl is with the Master Healer, other Healers, some weyrlings, and the riders of Larrikith and Ayyonth are there as well. No one seems too panicked in that room. Larrikith and Ayyonth… B’jin and R’nd were there? That was a bit odd but then again the bluerider did have an appetite for the young Candidates and Weyrlings when he wasn’t focused on the far older greenrider while B’jin was linked to Talian and Jada. Then there is nothing to worry about. Come now, my relaxing bath has been ruined and now I’m in the mood for a nice drink, though I need some supplies first. Once dressed, J’ver made quick work of leaving the bathhouse with Rilaleeyth taking them to the Dining Hall soon after. As he walked through the Hall for the pantry, J’ver debated what kind of drink he wanted, thinking on herbs that would blend well together. With the dragons that still hadn’t been pacified, perhaps a drop of fellis in his tea would also be order if he wanted any peace that night. With another dramatic sigh for how hard his day had been – done solely for himself as no one else was around – J’ver slipped into the storage room, eyes narrowing in on the shelf he wanted. Two seconds later and he was grabbing his chest, convinced he was about to die of heart failure when something or rather, someone, stirred several feet away. Who on Pern would fall asleep in the pantry? Oh, of course, “it’s you. I should have figured. Do you have no shame? No self-preservation?” J’ver’s lips curled up in disgust as cold pale blue eyes took in the other man that was still shaking off the remnants of sleep. Honestly, how could anyone consider sleeping in such a place to be of a wise decision when so many of their fellow riders would jump anyone lying still long enough, especially when they were as adorable as the blonde before him? It had to horribly suck not being as intelligent as him.

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{18 & 06} Dragonth of R’der (Rider, M) DOB195; Impressed in 209 AL at 12 Turns

He may or may not one day be a sexy bluerider!

Character Name it’s my duty to please all the booty [color=#000066]First Name: Danihysian Pronounced: Danny-hi-see-anne Honorific: D'hys (D like dog, hice; or, Dice) Nicknames: Dee, Dani, Annie (if you’re mean/like teasing him XD) Iced Dice/Dice of Ice (R’nd’s oh-so witty grumblings) Dragon Colour: Blue Wing Rank: Wingrider Other Rank: Playboy Extraordinaire Place of Birth: Igen Weyr Age/Date of Birth: 34 / 29th of Late Spring 195 AL Impression Age: 12 / 209 AL Physical Age: 22 Weyrmate: Not likely to ever happen! Threadfall Theory: “Eh. I’ll worry about that later.” Approved Special Features: Being too hot to handle. Face Claim:  Luke Guldan Looks if you got it, flaunt it? Done and done [color=#000066]Eyes: D’hys has grey eyes that are, admittedly, rather girly thanks to his long lashes. They are expressive, lending to his deceptions of showing he’s a well behaved angel or warning everyone that the devious bugger is about to be let loose. Hair: D’hys keeps his sandy blonde locks cut relatively short, giving him a clean cut boy-next-door look if he chooses. He can also spike his hair to give off the impression of a slight rebel waiting to spring into action; a look he often goes with for social gatherings. Height: 6’2 General Appearance: Aside from his light-coloured hair and large grey eyes, D’hys attracts attention with his dashing yet wicked smile. He is a master of giving everything from sly smirks to large, full blown friendly smiles. He doesn’t really have a care in the world and it shows when he smiles and laughs. The icing on an already beautiful cake is the dimples that appear when such smiles are given. Typically, though, he maintains slightly less-blinding smiles and sticks to his smirks and grins that are slightly crooked and most definitely mischievous. D’hys takes care of himself. While not at a body-builder level for his form, he is still rather cut, putting swimmers and runners to shame, though he does enjoy both activities as methods of staying in shape. His tall frame supports his desire to keep a finely tuned body, with long legs that showcase his enjoyment of running. Dressing Style: Whatever catches his eye has a place in his wardrobe. D’hys will typically be seen in casual, yet high quality, attire with a particular fondness to black or beige pants and a loose short sleeved shirt as he sees no need to showcase what everyone already knows is a great body. That being said, he’s still often seen with an open shirt or lacking in a shirt altogether; especially if he’s just woken or he’s after stubborn prey. His riding leathers are well-maintained as he doesn’t approve of looking like a slouch, especially while in ‘uniform’. Otherwise, he doesn’t pay extra special attention to having the finest or most unique of style of clothing. Personality if you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy [color=#000066]General Character Traits: D’hys is a playboy lacking in any strong morals. He would be the poster boy for the quintessential bluerider with his good looks, charm, and enjoyment of sleeping around. Unlike some of the other more prominent and well known blueriders in Katila, D’hys has a ‘must conquer all’ mentality. He has fully embraced his sexual nature and while he does enjoy sleeping with different lovers, he’s more in it for the glory, collecting bedpost notches and obtaining the unobtainable. He’s also not above a friendly competition with a fellow rider in who can win over someone first, even willing to manipulate to get what is wanted. On the more innocent side of things, D’hys enjoys taking and placing bets on almost everything. When there is a clutch on the sand, he may not always be the first to lay down his marks – he likes to study the field and where his advantages lie in anything first – but you can rest assured he’ll have a bet placed well before the Hatching with colours and even who will Impress. There is just something about the thrill of a challenge and beating the odds that he thrives on and D’hys respects others with the same appreciation. In short, D’hys loves games and he plays to win. D’hys could also be considered an adrenaline junkie, though only when the idea is presented the right way. Making it a challenge will usually win him over but even a friend egging him on can get him to free fall from a ledge or try a silly stunt. He won’t, however, do anything that will harm his dragon and he’s not too fond of anything that will mar his good looks; which means he’s become quite good at not getting caught, especially with lashings back in effect. While he is rather arrogant, D’hys is not a complete jerk either as he does have innocent and clean fun with his friends and enjoys goofing off with them whenever he can. He doesn’t necessarily shirk his duties but he will make sure his chores are done in a timely manner so the day can be spent lounging out in the sun with his dragon and any friends available. The most important thing to know about D’hys is that he’s loving life and doesn’t care who’s along for the ride or who’s in the way. Likes:     Physical Activities: This ranges from bedroom fun to exercise. D’hys loves being in motion regardless of the reason. True, he enjoys resting in the sun as well, as even he has no desire to burn himself out and can take as much pleasure in goofing off as he can in doing crunches. The actual ‘clean’ activities he prefers to invest his free time into would be swimming and running, finding both to be excellent for keeping his body in shape but also rather relaxing.     Playing Games: Life is but a game! Where’s the fun in worrying or working day in and day out? D’hys knows when playtime is over and work should be done but everything else, possibly even the chores he is assigned, is seen as a game to be played in order to amuse him and win. After all, what point is there in playing if you only lose?     Gambling: Tying in with his love of games, D’hys isn’t afraid to put marks down on bets or dares. One of his favourite games to play is with Z’ia as they wager who can sleep with so-and-so first or win a certain flight. Dislikes:     Sappy Emotions: To D’hys, there’s no reason to cry over anything or pine for what was and no longer can be. He wants to have fun and how can he when he’s tied down by such useless feelings or the person he’s chasing is a weeping mess. A flower in its prime attracts attention, not the wilted flower tossed aside.     Bathing and oiling his dragon: While certainly not as large as a bronze can get, Zeianth still takes quite a while to scrub and then oil. D’hys doesn’t mind it to a point as it can be a good workout but in the hot summer days it feels like it goes on for a lifetime.     Harm befalling Zeianth: Since the plague, D’hys has been extremely protective of Zeianth and won’t do anything to put his dragon in serious harm and doesn’t take too kindly to anyone physically or verbally attacking his blue beauty. Habits/Mannerisms: D’hys loves to express himself with varying tones of smiles, grins, and smirks. He enjoys himself and everything he does and has a habit of showing it off. He also has a habit of checking out his reflection in most available surfaces. Strengths: His bravery, for a lack of a better word, is one of his strongest points. D’hys has no qualms with charging ahead, being the first to attempt something, or conquering a fear or tackling an issue that most would try to ignore. D’hys dares where others would not. Weaknesses: D’hys’ biggest weakness would be his dragon. His protective streak is strong when it comes to Zeianth and D’hys will not tolerate any sort of physical harm to his blue nor will he take kindly to anyone insulting Zeianth. A close runner up would be his arrogance. He believes himself to be the hottest and best thing around and everyone else should know this as well. His arrogance, coupled with the thrill he gets out of bending the rules and having fun on the wild side, can also lead him into interesting predicaments but D’hys fancies himself a master of getting out of trouble. Personal History what’s done is done [color=#000066]Mother:  L’dia (Lysandia 178 AL, Deceased)     Rank: Greenrider Father: D’ser (Dandeseran, 58 / 173 AL)     Rank: Brownrider Siblings: Two half-sisters courtesy of L’dia (Sarenia 198 AL and Lyandria 200 AL) and a rumoured half-brother courtesy of D’ser. Past Lovers/Partners: Too many to list; none of note. Current Lovers/Partners: Too many to list; none of note. Children: He knows of several but hasn’t laid claim to them. It’s questionable as to whether or not he even knows their names. Background Story: ~195 AL D’ser, bored, permits his brown to chase the sassy green pair. Nine months later, L’dia gives birth to Danihysian, honouring the tradition of using a portion of the father’s name despite D’ser not wanting to be involved. ~196 – 200 AL: Danihysian is raised by L’dia and the crèche when his half-sisters are born. ~ 201 AL: L’dia decides it’s time for D’ser to meet his son and manages to get him to accept Danihysian. ~ 202 – 205 AL: Father and son are seen spending time together, usually tending to the brown dragon with bathing or oiling. D’ser teaches him how to maintain and adjust riding straps. L’dia takes a more domestic approach and teaches her son and daughters how to cook, which is her passion outside of riding. ~206 – 208 AL: Danihysian continues assisting his father and some of the other riders with their dragons and spends the remainder of his free time helping his mother or playing with the other weyrbrats close to his age. ~209 AL: Danihysian Impresses at his first Standing to blue Zeianth at age 12. His father is both pleased that his son Impressed at his first Standing but disappointed that it was a blue as most were convinced he’d Impress brown. ~210 – 211 AL: Danihysian continues with his weyrling classes and finally graduates with Zeianth giving him the name of D’hys. ~212-214 AL: D’hys continues adjusting to his new life as a rider, training or tending to Zeianth a majority of the time and embracing his blue nature that leaves him tangled in quite a few sheets. ~215 AL: L’dia’s dragon is among the first to fall ill from the plague at their weyr. Knowing what they do from other weyrs and seeing it for themselves as others start to die around them, she says her farewells and orders D’hys to stay away and keep Zeianth from harm. The following night she goes between with her green. D’hys breaks down and that is the last time he allows himself to cry. ~216 AL: The decision to go South in order to save the rest of the dragons is made and D’hys doesn’t hesitate in packing. He opts to go solo, not wishing to chance anything decreasing their chance to survive the plague. His sisters beg him to stay or take them but he still leaves with a whispered farewell. ~217 AL -219 AL: Having never had to build anything before and unsure as to how long the exile is, D’hys slowly starts crafting a shelter and learning how to secure his little piece of land. ~220 AL: Zeianth receives the call to reunite. After debating whether his blue really will be okay, D’hys packs up once more and they head off. His father is one of the first he looks for and is relieved to find him. ~221 AL: D’hys uses his limited skills to build himself a hut in the new weyr and offers to help in other areas as well. He finds it comforting to be around people and doing something once again. He likes to be lazy at times but after so many turns of not having much to do, he enjoys the physical exertion. ~222 AL: It’s tempting to go North with some of the others but D’hys stays South as he’s starting to like their makeshift home and the people that fill it. ~223 AL:  Like most people, D’hys worries about Nirinath and wonders if the plague affected her in some way, making her sterile. There’s nothing he can do about that so he continues settling into his new life and making the most of it. ~224 AL: When a group of Northerners come South on rumours of dragons still being alive, D’hys wonders why they aren’t showing themselves and returning North once more now that the threat of plague is over. He, however, continues to listen to the leadership and avoids making any sort of contact. After the turns of solitude, D’hys doesn’t want to repeat that experience for life by becoming an outcast for endangering the weyr. ~225 AL: D’hys’ hut escapes damage during the storm but he lends his hands to rebuilding other areas. ~226AL: When he hears “some brown is sick, it must be plague!” D’hys worries it’s his father and seeks him out once more and is once again relieved to see the man is fine. ~227 AL: Renewed Hope clutch hatches! D’hys is thrilled and relaxes a bit now that the future of the dragons seems to be on the incline once again. He’s unsure about the method of kidnapping Candidates but doesn’t worry himself over it and parties for several days straight with some friends. ~228 AL: Even in a weyr as small as Katila, D’hys rarely sees his father but makes attempts from time to time to catch up. Their differing status based on dragon colour begins to show even more and with D’hys getting older he has lost some of the idol worship of youth. ~229 AL: The weyrlings graduate and D’hys is amused to hear a bluerider given the honorific of Z’ia, which sounds somewhat like his dragon Zeianth. He seeks the man out later on to deem him worthy of friendship. ~230 AL: Chaos and heartbreak continue to follow the bluerider around as D’hys continues with his Southern lifestyle of leisure with some chores tossed in. ~231 AL: Despite the leadership increasing punishment and reintroducing lashings, D’hys still lives on the wild side, enjoying himself, especially with another successful Hatching proving it is once again the era of dragonriders. Dragon Details ice ice baby [color=#000066]Name: Zeianth Pronounced: Zay-anth Colour: Blue Wing Rank: Wingrider Place of Birth: Igen Weyr Age/Date of Birth: 22 / 209 AL Clutch Name: Soaring Beauty Clutch Mother: Gold Trilth Clutch Father: Bronze Rakoth Appearance:      Mature Length: 16’5     Mature Height: 22 hands     Mature Wingspan: 24’     Scars & Markings: None.     General Appearance: Zeianth is as cool as ice; literally. He is of a pale blue that is only a few shades away from being white while a brighter, but still pale, blue streaks over his body. His pattern gives off the illusion of a sheet of ice and those that have tried to get close to D’hys and failed say Zeianth is the perfect colouring for such a man. The quiet blue dragon has one other interesting feature which leaves him looking like he ran through some sort of mud. All four paws and his nose are coloured in a bluish-purple. Some have whispered it was a touch of brown springing into the dragon that has a rider that shows similar traits to the more outspoken brownriders while others find it interesting or a flaw keeping his frozen hide from flawless beauty. Either way, Zeianth is proud of his hide and negative comments are easily brushed aside. Personality:     Likes: Being kept clean, being pampered by anyone willing to spend the time on him, seeing D’hys happy.     Dislikes: being painted as it hides his beautiful hide, grumpy people and dragons.     Habits/Mannerisms: As Zeianth often doesn’t dignify someone’s stupidity with a comment, he mentally rolls his eyes instead. It’s a rather ineffective habit as D’hys is often the only one to know he has replied in such a way.     Strengths: His ability to temper D’hys’ wild side when it gets out of control and can usually talk him down from a fight should he manage to land in one due to his flirting without caring about the consequences.     Weaknesses: His ‘go with the flow’ attitude often leaves him not speaking up in time when D’hys decides to up the risk factor or warn someone else of impending disaster. He’s also easily swayed when D’hys promises he’ll be careful and not bring any harm to either of them.     General Personality: Zeianth can be seen as the strong and silent type though when he speaks, it’s often with arrogance. He loves to have fun and while he has confidence in his abilities and those of his bonded, Zeianth sometimes holds onto reservations with some of their antics as he doesn’t particularly want to see either of them injured. He’s still fairly easy-going and easily amused as he believes life shouldn’t be wasted on worrying over trivial matters and should instead be enjoyed in any way. He is a good balance to D’hys who goes to extremes at times in his playing and needs his level-headed dragon to drag him back to acceptable levels of play. He’s quite loyal, naturally to D’hys, but also to those he sees as important in their lives. Z’ia and blue Aveleth rank almost as highly as D’hys when it comes to the urge to protect. Aveleth in particular has earned the older blue’s defence given how timid the dragon is to the point of stuttering. If another dragon attempts to bully his friend, he will step in, just as he will put himself bodily in front of their humans should they end up doing something too ridiculous and can’t get out of it on their own. Image: Crafter Education a man who cooks? You bet I just earned bonus points [color=#000066]Craft: Cooking Craft Rank: N/A Years In Craft: Most of his life Specialty: Breads and stews Crafting Details D’hys has never had formal training. He learned from his mother and continued to teach himself while in exile and then at Katila. He believes he’s amazing at cooking but wouldn’t say he’s worthy of any actual rank. Out Of Character Information [color=#000066]Additional Accounts & Ranks: Insulting Truths (player account) Valerian of Blue Veeth R’nd of Blue Ayyonth J’ver of Green Rilaleeyth Admin Contact: You already have it. Anything else? Why am I so easily talked into more characters lately? RP Example Challenge Accepted Much like he had done at the clutch’s hatching with taking mental notes over the colours of the dragonets and who they Impressed to, D’hys was carefully watching and listening to the clutch’s graduation for what their new names would be. They seemed to be a good bunch, dragons and riders both, and he was pleased to see so many make it through werylinghood. It had been tragic to lose the three that they did – two lives lost needlessly in a bout of recklessness while the third had gone between from depression. Those now standing before the crowd of hopeful onlookers looked like they were torn between showing how extremely happy they were and remembering their fallen mates that should have been there with them. D’hys wanted to say he hoped both incidents would serve as a reminder to everyone to think before acting so carelessly but in truth, he was hardly the ideal role model with his own love of bending rules and having a little fun on the daring side. While he was interested in how much he would win that day, D’hys’ gaze kept travelling over each new rider for a very different reason. He had socialized, casually, with some of them over the last few turns but made no real attempt to sleep with any of them. Candidates were too easy – though the same could be said for some of his fellow blues and especially about many of the greens – as they often had crushes on riders or delusions of making something more out of themselves if they could bed a rider. There was also the annoying little detail that some were recently from the North and not taking the transition into weyr life that well. He simply didn’t want to deal with crying on his shoulder before, during, or after getting laid. Now, however, with two turns to adjust to life with a dragon and accept their fate, D’hys saw all the beautiful people on display before him as an open buffet that he would take his time sampling and working through. As the female bluerider received her honorific, D’hys smiled and mentally checked off her name as one that he got right. He’d also have to track her down at some point, to congratulate her and welcome her to the blueriders, of course. It was when another blue pair stepped up that D’hys’ attention was thoroughly caught. Zaiopia, the man D’hys said would become Z’io, was an attractive albeit short man, and one that cost him several marks. It didn’t matter, however, as the honorific received earned a smile and a soft laugh. I believe another dragon is paying homage to you, Zeianth. He has named his rider Z’ia. D’hys could feel the amusement his blue had over the situation and his smile widened as the dragon knew already what he wanted to do. [color=#0066CC]I take it you’ll be seeking out the pair to learn more about them?Of course he would. It was pretty much ordained that their lives be entwined now and D’hys couldn’t see the harm in checking out the guy. The remainder of the ceremony was spent in much the same way, approving or scowling when names were called out and cheering enthusiastically with the rest of the crowd for each new full-fledged rider joining their meagre numbers. Even if he ended up losing more marks than he had placed, which didn’t seem likely, D’hys was genuinely glad to see Katila’s first clutch come to such success. He looked forward to the gathering afterwards to properly celebrate but also to find that fascinating little bluerider that seemed to have been named for a very obvious reason. His enjoyment.

Zeianth speech!
Zeianth speech!
Zeianth speech!
Zeianth speech!
Zeianth speech!
Zeianth speech! This one!

!!!

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You're such an evil temptress!

♥

One does ones best /proud :D


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BTW; if his birthday is at the end of the year, it'll be sometime in Late Spring :D

Yep! I have it on my Word doc. I couldn't remember while I was at work without access to the site so I just put 'end of year' until I could verify it was late spring. Your Aussie way of thinking throws me off :P

Rhaedalyn
[color=#6644FF]a lyrical subheading

[color=#6644FF]First Name: Rhaedalyn
Pronounced: Ray-da-lyn
Nicknames: Rhae
Main Rank: Sr. Apprentice Tailor
Other Rank: Candidate
Place of Birth: A small Hold in the Telgar region
Date of Birth: 21.05.209
Weyrmate: N/A
Threadfall Theory: “What a horrible thing to think about! There must be something more pleasant for us to discuss.”
Time Stolen: 21.08.229 AL by NPC R’der.
Kidnapping Response: Initially negative but starting to adapt.
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Keri Russell

Looks
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[color=#6644FF]Eyes: Other than her eyes being hazel, there’s nothing overly remarkable about them as they’re not large or even tilted one way or the other. Typical of hazel eyes, however, they do appear more green or brown depending on what colour of clothing she’s wearing.
Hair: Rhaedalyn’s hair is sometimes seen as a curly mess when the wind gets to it or it falls free of any clips. The curly locks fall just beyond her shoulders though when wet her hair reaches mid-back. Originally her hair was a medium brown and it still is near the roots and the underside but the strands that see sunlight daily have naturally lightened.
Height: 5’6
General Appearance:
Rhaedalyn is of a delicate build which her formerly pale – but now evenly tanned – skin only played up. She’s rather slim with only a hint of womanly curves on a petite stature. Any height she does have comes in her slender legs being long. Saying she has any muscular definition would be kind as she is essentially a stick. Some believe the girl doesn’t eat enough, if at all, with how slim she is and how they swear they can count her ribs. But Rhaedalyn is comfortable with her size and knows she eats properly; it’s not her fault she can eat whatever she wants and not gain weight for it!

She has an oval-shaped face that barely supports her large mouth that seems to take up her face when she smiles brightly though her lips aren’t plump and luscious like some of the other women running around the weyr. Her chin is somewhat narrow but it complements her thin nose, keeping a nice line of symmetry and proportion which makes Rhaedalyn appear to be something more than just another face in the crowd. She likes to think she’s pretty and most of the time, that’s all that matters to her!

The one thing that oddly gives her a bit of a complex is her teeth. She finds them to be freakishly straight and even, as if they’re just one piece of enamel with some lines drawn on. This odd quirk of hers makes it hard to come to terms with her smile and she will sometimes try to hide behind her hand when laughing.

Dressing Style: Rhaedalyn enjoys being a girl and dressing like one. Skirts and dresses dominate her wardrobe. The dresses have a form-fitting bodice though her normal day wear doesn’t show cleavage – not that she has much to show – and the skirts are long and flowing. She will typically stay in that style of dressing even when assigned to the crèche or out picking numbweed or berries since they provide more freedom to move around in and she doesn’t like being overly restricted like she believes pants do to her.

Colour-wise, Rhaedalyn will wear anything from earth tones to more vibrant colours. However, she tends to stick with the colours of Autumn though she couldn’t say why except they’re pretty and she’s drawn to them.

Personality
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[color=#6644FF]General Character Traits:
Rhaedalyn is rather sweet; once you get her to open up. She wants to make friends with everyone but it’s a bit difficult when she won’t blindly trust people immediately after meeting them. People can be deceptive and she wants to know their true face before falling for the false one. Once she’s comfortable with someone, she’ll open up more about herself and relax.

While she may try to avoid those with more boisterous and outspoken opinions of the negative variety, Katila is a small community and she can’t really escape anyone so she often ends up bullied into going along with what her fellow Candidates are up to. Despite that, however, she can and often will argue her standpoint as she usually believes herself to be right. In the end, it’s still likely she’ll be overpowered – not necessarily in a physical manner – and give up. Sometimes it’s just easier to go with the popular opinion!

Rhaedalyn is, in truth, kind of ditzy. She thinks she’s intelligent but it doesn’t go very deep and in the end she’ll end up basing decisions on appearance or what she thinks will earn her points with people. It isn’t that she doesn’t pay attention, she does! It’s just that some information refuses to stick or a topic is too deep and complicated for her simple views on things for her mind to handle.

Likes:
    Baking: She may not be the best baker around but Rhaedalyn does enjoy tinkering about in the kitchen. She’s extremely good at cookies and that’s about it. Don’t ask her to cook a full meal! It might work out but you might regret it later as well.
    Romance: It’s great being in love! Or so Rhaedalyn believes. She has yet to find the man that captures her heart but she knows exactly how it will happen. Well, she has enough fantasies of her prince swooping her off her feet to cover all bases anyway. Flowers, dinner, dancing, staring into each other’s eyes… why do so many people hate romance?
    Animals: The cute and cuddly or dragon variety, anyway! Wherries and vicious felines need not apply for her love. Rhaedalyn likes the idea of having domesticated felines curled up with her when she sews or sleeps, finding their purring to be soothing and their quiet companionship to be comforting. The idea of a dragon bonded to her makes her smile since it would be a constant she could lay her trust in and know it would be returned.
    Clothes: At a young age, Rhaedalyn loved dressing up and wanted to change clothes several times a day because she wanted to show off her wardrobe. This turned into a desire to make clothes which led her into tailoring. Now, she loves showing off her own work which she wears proudly and will be glad to make items for friends as well.
Dislikes:
    Running: Ew, getting sweaty! Rhaedalyn is not one to enjoy physical labour and there’s nothing at all attractive about running. You sweat, you smell, you pant, and you make funny faces. The pain in her side after running anywhere is not worth saving a few seconds or pleasing teachers enforcing healthy routines on them.
    Direct Sunlight: Being in the sun for extended periods of time is something she tries her best to avoid. Given her pale skin when she first arrived to the hot South, she burned easily and that was most uncomfortable! When the burn faded into a tan, she felt dirty, not at all used to seeing herself so dark. Not to mention that the hotter days made for sweaty days, something she doesn’t enjoy at all. Hats have become common attire.
    Crying Kids: She has nothing against children of any age, honest! She can even appreciate their innocence as well as their direct way of seeing things or telling it as it is but the crying needs to stop. It makes her cringe and if the crying goes on for too long, a headache forms.
Habits/Mannerisms: Rhaedalyn often tries to hide behind her hand when laughing since she doesn’t like her teeth, which is interesting since she giggles a lot. She’ll also twirl locks of hair around her fingers when she’s lost in thought or bored which many assume is a constant thing with how regularly she’ll do it during meals or lessons. When she’s nervous or anxious, cleaning is the distraction of choice even though she’s normally not a neat freak – though she’s hardly a natural disaster blowing through a room either.
Strengths: Rhaedalyn, while not the smartest kid in any class she’s ever been in, is clever and prides herself in seeing the larger picture and figuring out all options. Being creative helps her in areas where cleverness is needed as much as an unique viewpoint. Thinking outside the box never hurts! She will also find a way to adapt to all situations. Being kidnapped for Katila’s future wasn’t something she wanted nor did she overly like the actual lifestyle but she’s learned to accept it for what it is and find aspects she enjoys. Being allowed and encouraged to make clothes and mend others has helped with this.
Weaknesses: Rhaedalyn is a bit shy when she first meets someone. This is due to her trust issues. Even she can’t quite explain what brought that on but she’s very cautious around new people and won’t put her trust in anyone until they’ve proved they deserve it. Once she gets to know someone and likes them, she’s very bubbly and open. Saying she’s manipulative might be a bit of a stretch but when she feels like she’s not getting her way or a man might not be paying her enough attention, she’s more than willing to play up her delicate appearance and have it seem like she can’t do anything lest she break.

[size=20pt]Personal History
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[color=#6644FF]Mother: Marnie (188 AL)
    Rank: Mother and wife
Father: Rhaede (187 AL)
    Rank: Sr. Journeymen Healer
Siblings: Four younger.  (211 AL), (212 AL), (215 AL), (218 AL)
Past Lovers/Partners: She once let a kind boy kiss her.
Current Lovers/Partners: None. She’s still waiting for love at first sight.
Children: None. She’s still a virgin.
Background Story:
209 AL: Rhaedalyn is born to Rhaede and Marnie, their first child.
210-214 AL: Rhaedalyn is the typical spoiled baby girl even with two of her siblings being born. Her father is a busy Healer but her mother spends all of her time with the children.
215-219 AL: The births of her next two siblings don’t change the amount of attention her parents give to them all. Rhaedalyn is often read fairy tales with happily ever after endings and all adults around her encourage her to find her own, except for the Harper charged with teaching the young girl who wishes she was more grounded.
220-222 AL: Rhaedalyn starts dabbling with creating her own fashion style and teaching herself how to sew enough to improve existing articles with her own little touch. The Harper tells her about Southern Boll but her parents don’t want her travelling that far away and keep her at home.
223 AL: While the typical age for joining a Hall is twelve, Rhaedalyn doesn’t receive permission to start a tailoring apprenticeship until just before her fourteenth birthday. Her parents considered marrying her off to a lord and wanted to keep their options open early on. When she showed a true passion for clothing and a friend within Telgar Hold said he could get her an apprenticeship with their tailor, thus keeping Rhaedalyn closer to home, her parents agreed.
224-228 AL Rhaedalyn lives within the Hold in a small room she shares with another apprentice and studies regularly with the Harper to help educate her (no one would say Telgar denied luxuries to their wards!) as well as learning daily the basics of sewing and moving into more complicated patterns. She also catches glimpses of the Telgar heir early on and as she grows older, a crush develops on the man she’s never had a chance to speak to. He’s so handsome and surly a kind soul!
229 AL: A few months after her twentieth birthday, walking back to the main Hold after a fun evening of dancing at their sponsored Gather, Rhaedalyn is approached by a handsome man that knew all the right things to say. She doesn’t trust easily but still she’s flattered by the attention and had a glass of wine making her relax a bit more and falls into a conversation with the man. While dancing in the moonlight to a song the man sang for them, she was suddenly grabbed and carted to a dragon. Upon seeing the beast, Rhaedalyn quickly fainted and woke again on Candidate Isle to her new life.
230 AL: She’s still not overly thrilled with Katila or how she was taken there but Rhaedalyn tries to find the best in the situation. Slowly she starts to understand her skills in tailoring is needed as well as her high chance of Impressing one of the dragons Pern will be in need of again.
231 AL: Her first Hatching! Rhaedalyn doesn’t know what to expect, despite the classes she attended. When the mauling began, she did her best to stifle the screams they were warned not to make and barely kept from fainting. So much blood! At the end of it all, she hadn’t Impressed and while disappointed, felt it was for the best as she wasn’t ready yet. But Rhaedalyn knew that she did want the honour after seeing her classmates with their bonded.
232 AL: Another Hatching! Another disappointment for Rhaedalyn. Both clutches had seen a gold break shell and she was convinced she was destined for that colour, though she supposed a green could be rather lovely as well since they were so graceful and elegant in the air. She struggles briefly with the guilt of disappointing the weyr by still not Impressing and continues to ignore D’ren’s announcement that women need to have at least one child before Standing. After all, not only did she want to stay pure for the love of her life but she had been filed away with other Candidates that seemed right for gold and had still be shoved onto the Sands when the little cutie popped out. Some rules didn’t apply to everyone!

Crafter Education
[color=#6644FF]a stitch in time

[color=#6644FF]Craft:Tailor
Craft Rank: Sr. Apprentice
Years In Craft: She officially had six turns of training before being Stolen but she has kept up her skills and tried learning from other Tailors at Katila.
Specialty: Whipping together shirts and simple dresses. She’s also skilled in mending clothes.
Crafting Details: She never went to Southern Boll to learn all of their secrets or use the finest materials around but learned from a master tailor in the employ of Telgar Hold. She’s a quick learner but likes to take her time to make sure it’s always perfect.

Out Of Character Information

[color=#6644FF]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
Insulting Truths (player account)
Valerian of Blue Veeth
R’nd of Blue Ayyonth
J’ver of Green Rilaleeyth
Admin Contact: You already have it.
Anything else?

RP Example
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Rhaedalyn sighed as she watched Z’ia from across the Dining Hall. How could a man be so perfect! He had adorable curly dark hair, eyes that danced with life, a smile that charmed, and an energy to him that seemed infectious and could draw you into anything he planned. Well, she supposed as Z’ia and his friend D’hys – talk about a disgusting amount of too much muscle! – both stood up to leave, Z’ia did have one flaw to keep him from being the perfect sparkling gem he was so close to being. He was short. Rhaedalyn always envisioned her prince would be taller than her, perhaps a good foot taller, making them the perfect height difference for maximum cuteness and protection. As she watched the two blueriders joke and laugh as they readied themselves to leave, she noticed they had that height difference.

She sighed again, this time with a hint of sadness instead of dreamy longing.

When the men walked by her, however, she straightened up a bit more and tried to look up at Z’ia as he passed but her shyness took over and she couldn’t do more than fidget with her hands in her lap. He was never going to notice her! Her life would simply end if he didn’t ask her to dance at the next gathering. But how was she going to manage that feat when he had D’hys, A’liran, and a few others always around him, taking up his time and seeming to be extremely interesting to her perfect dragonrider?

Perhaps a gift of a handcrafted shirt! Hazel eyes lit up at the idea and Rhaedalyn wondered why she hadn’t thought of that sooner. Z’ia didn’t seem to regard clothing as the most important thing in his life but surely a shirt made with purity and adoration would be something he’d cherish and even wear to the gathering he would surely ask her to, right?

What would the next gathering be, anyway? Likely Turnover or maybe she’d wait until the hatching celebration. She could be a dragonrider then herself! The two clutches she stood for had both seen a beautiful gold break shell and while they hadn’t selected her, Rhaedalyn couldn’t keep from imagining what it would be like to have the sweet little girl approach her and bond. She couldn’t picture herself on any other colour though she did adore all the dragons in general. But gold, now that was a good colour and it would bring out the gold highlights in her otherwise drab eyes of hazel. Not that she would use the sweet dear as an accessory! Oh no, but it was a nice perk.

Goldriders always landed strong bronzeriders as well and while there were some – like R’nya, now that was an extremely fine example of man – that she wouldn’t mind falling in love with and having a nice life together, Rhaedalyn felt she could break the rules and let a bluerider be her mate.

Oh dear and there she went thinking about Z’ia again! She chided herself for acting like a giddy young teenager. Her life didn’t revolve around daydreaming about men, she was a doer! Or so she tried to convince herself as she brought her dishes back to the counter for the kitchen folk to deal with. She was smart, creative, and quite talented in her craft. She was also happy, as odd as it was given the circumstances that brought her to Katila but she had adapted and accepted the reasoning for taking her. She was needed for her skills and her eligibility to Impress. Just because the latter hadn’t happened yet didn’t mean it wouldn’t. She was still young and she knew many had Impressed a few turns older than her since the times had changed and called for tradition to be broken with younger Candidates Standing.

She would Impress, she would fall madly in love and share the perfect romantic life with a man, and she would continue to dress the weyr in her creations. Rhaedalyn liked those goals and barely contained girlishly skipping out of the Hall.

To be worked on slowly over the next few weeks with my partner in crime!


Further motivation:
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Ryvian
the sexier twin

[color=#032255]First Name: Ryvian
Pronounced: Rye-vee-in
Nicknames: Ry/Rye (Either spelling is fine), Vian (what people call both twins when they can’t tell them apart)
Main Rank:  Candidate
Other Rank: Sexy Survivor
Place of Birth: Ista Weyr
Date of Birth: 28.05.212 AL
Weyrmate: N/A
Threadfall Theory: Not concerned! It’s likely just a fairy tale to scare kids.
Travelled South With: His parents
Approved Special Features: Twin!
Face Claim: Adam Senn

Looks
two of a kind…

[color=#032255]Eyes: Piercing blue eyes may not be the first thing noticed on Ryvian but they will capture and entice most people into all sorts of mischief.
Hair: Unremarkable brown in colour but the shaggy sexed up style makes it stand out. While it’s typically worn in that style, Ryvian can tie back the strands that fall into his face in a top-knot when needed for chores.
Height: 5’9
General Appearance: Ryvian is of a slender build with muscle definition only recently starting to show thanks to both the work he’s made to do around the weyr and his body fully maturing. Even if he took exercising seriously, it’s unlikely he’ll develop a body even close to some of the buff riders running around and keep to his lithe form – though many say he’s a bit too skinny, but he’s comfortable in his own evenly tanned skin.

His facial features blend together nicely to make for, in his very loud opinion, an aesthetically-pleasing vision. His lips are just full enough to be abused for perfect pouts and have been labelled by past lovers as made for kissing. Eyes of alluring blue are often set for the illusion of sultry seduction though Ryvian lacks the true follow-through like R’nd and D’hys, for example, have. He is a playful soul and that light can shine through as often as his lust.

Dressing Style: When it comes to clothes, it’s an odd mix of style and comfort. Ryvian may give off the appearance that he just grabbed his clothes from a floor (which in most cases he did) but everything typically matches in some way so he’s never a true fashion faux pas. Still, comfortable khaki-like pants are his go-to item and if his rivals are lucky, he managed to find a shirt as well. When that happens, the shirt is usually of short sleeve since he’s of Ista bloodlines and enjoys the hot summer days and maintaining a tan. Whether the shirt slips over the head or is a button-up that missed the memo on actually being buttoned up, is always a surprise.

If he’s made to dress up for a Gather, dark pants that are a bit more form-fitting are donned with a nice shirt that starts out in a presentable shape but is usually untucked or improperly buttoned before the night is out and in a colour that goes well with his bright blue eyes.

Personality
…but still unique

[color=#032255]General Character Traits: While Ryvian is just as flirtatious as his brother Nyvian, he is the more playful twin that likes to dabble in mischief. He’s outgoing and even considered loud, but surprisingly not obnoxiously so. Ryvian may like attention and playing up aspects of himself that he knows someone likes in him, but he still knows when to tone it down and likely won’t be the centre of attention for all of the Dining Hall with a booming voice. Crowds don’t faze him but intimate parties are far more fun.

According to many, an interesting facet to Ryvian is that he loves his twin and he’s not afraid to show it. It’s clear the brothers are best friends and anyone that tries to get between them would be in for a surprise when it backfired, but Ryvian is completely comfortable with changing the way he touches Nyvian when he knows the audience is sexually interested in them together. He plays upon and feeds from the reactions such things garner and finds it amusing how many people dream of having both twins – either together or one after the other – or imagining the siblings together without a third party. It’s a fascinating society he lives in and he loves it.

In general, when Ryvian is simply being Ryvian, he’s extremely laidback and could almost be called lazy. He’s not about to dispute such accusations since he does enjoy lazing about the hut or outside as opposed to working constantly on tasks no one else likes doing either but Katila needs in order to function. He mostly blames Indivara for constantly getting called on to help move heavy items or swing an axe or hammer since his friend likes to throw herself right into chores at the start of the day so the remainder of the day can be spent playing. Ryvian used to be okay with that mentality since he could slip out with her, but in recent times, there always seems to be ‘just one more thing’ before he can finally sneak out and enjoy doing nothing for the rest of the day.

When it comes to how only a very small handful of people can tell him apart from Nyvian, Ryvian doesn’t mind. In fact, that’s just another fun game to him. It likely all leads back to spending his early years in exile with Nyvian and their mother – who could always tell them apart – and missing out on the chance to fool people by pretending to be the other twin. Given that not even their father, who admittedly hadn’t seen them in several turns due to the exile, knew which was which and most of the Katlian population didn’t seem to care enough to figure it out, Ryvian still never had the proper chance to experience living as his brother for a day since every day he’s simply just Vian. Although, if truth be told, some days he does wonder if he actually is Ryvian given how few people call him by his own name instead of the collective name shared with Nyvian and how easily he adapted to that. In the end, it made life easier for all concerned and Ryvian decided since he loves Nyvian, where was the harm in being indiscernible from each other and being one unit?

Thanks to the time in exile and the passing of their parents, Ryvian is admittedly dependent on Nyvian and will even have minor bouts of guilt (privately, of course; no sense ruining the fun!) when Nyvian isn’t included in the latest mischief. However, even with that reliance on his twin, Ryvian fancies himself as independent and help isn’t really needed in any area. He’s just around to have fun anyway. Why waste time in worrying over anything or trying to bend to what is expected of them when he could be enjoying life how he, and Nyvian, want it to be?

Likes:
    Nyvian: He’d be lost without his other half. The brothers only had each other since the Plague and soon after as well when their parents died within months of each other. The boys do everything together and they understand each other. Fighting is natural but sticking together and laughing is even more so.
    Flirting: Flirtationships are the best! Ryvian is a friendly guy and he likes taking it that little extra step by flirting with pretty much anyone and everyone. It’s so less complicated when there aren’t any rules and expectations when all is said and done.
    Living in the Moment: Despite all the hardships in his young life, Ryvian believes everything should be enjoyed and living in the here and now is all anyone really needs. Why worry about tomorrow when it only stresses today?
Dislikes:
    Being Alone:He hates not having someone around him for entertainment. Nyvian will always be the most desired companion but anyone he likes is more than fine enough to fill the void that appears when bored and slightly lonely.
    Work: While he’ll do work, Ryvian prefers to avoid any and all menial labour. It’s not fun and sucks up all his free time. He’s young and should be enjoying life!
    Cold weather: What is so appealing about having your teeth chatter, losing feeling in your nose and fingers, and layering over your layers? Ryvian has never experienced the cold weather thanks to coming from Ista and living in the South but from what he heard, he hates everything about the wintery weather and snow. Katila’s winter is cold enough for him!
Habits/Mannerisms: He slouches a bit when sitting, especially during lessons he knows he can teach from hearing it so often. When standing, however, Ryvian stands rather tall without a slouch but usually has his hands in his pants pockets or he’s fiddling with something.
Strengths: He has a strong zest for life and it’s hard to get him down over things as Ryvian is carefree and sees everything as half-full. He also has a strong sense of humour and is extremely playful. It’s hard to be in a bad mood with Ryvian around!
Weaknesses: He tries his best to hide it but Ryvian can be rather jealous. Nyvian is his brother and it can bother him when Nyvian ends up more popular or sought after. This likely ties in to having slight abandonment issues. His parents died on him soon after everyone reunited, and in moments of watching Nyvian go off without him, Ryvian fears he’ll leave for good in his own way as well. Time management isn’t one of his strong suits either, especially if he’s having fun. Losing track of time is something that’s easily done though Ryvian tries his best to make it to classes and special meetings on time. Whether he succeeds all of the time is debateable.

[size=20pt]Personal History
someone has to take the blame

[color=#032255]Mother: R’ny (Rony, 26.03.182 AL, deceased)
    Rank: Greenrider
Father: V’ron (Vianron, 15.09.176 AL, deceased)
    Rank: Brownrider
Siblings: Nyvian (twin, 28.05.212 AL)
Past Lovers/Partners: Various.
Current Lovers/Partners: Various.
Children: It’s possible! It’s also unlikely given his young age and those he typically mingles with.
Background Story:
212 AL: Ryvian is born two minutes before his brother Nyvian to greenrider R’ny and her mate brownrider V’ron.
213 - 215 AL: Ryvian is spoiled alongside his brother and enjoys a nice pampered life of a toddler, oblivious to any drama around him.
216 AL: As the plague starts to spread through all the weyrs, the young boys are taken South with their parents, riding with one parent each. Sadly, the decision to keep even mated riders apart in the exile forces both boys to live with their mother while their father lives on territory close by.
217 – 219 AL: Despite the young age, Ryvian still tries his best at helping his mother with building a shelter and finding food. A lot of the days are spent playing with Nyvian when in the cooler months or napping beside his twin in the hotter ones. They treated it as an adventure and Ryvian didn’t complain too much since he couldn’t remember life at Ista Weyr to compare anything to.
220 AL: The call to reunite reaches them and the family moves to the area soon to become Katila and meets up once more with their father. All seems well again in the mind of eight turn old boys!
221 AL: During the firehead outbreak, Ryvian and his brother are kept inside and away from others as much as possible. Their parents said they survived the plague and the uncertainty of exile, they certainly weren’t losing anyone to firehead!
222 AL: Ryvian is still too young to fully understand the uprisings against Nirinath and the punishments for their actions were kept from him. To him, the turn was spent playing with the other children around his age while the community worked on huts and buildings. He loved Nyvian but it was fun to have more kids to entertain them.
223 AL: A few months before the twins’ birthday, their mother dies of a ruptured appendix. That was naturally hard enough on the young boys about to turn eleven but a month after their birthday, their father also dies though of blood loss due to slicing his leg open on a hunting trip taken alone.
224 AL: He overhears adults talking about the Northerners on ships and isn’t entirely sure why they’re bad. He likes where they are though, and starts to think the Northerners want to take away more from him and worries Nyvian will leave him next. He becomes a bit clingier to his brother until he’s assured the ships have left.
225 AL: The terrible storm that hits Katila does some damage to their hut. Since it was built for a family of four and now only two young boys live there, it’s decided to move the twins into a smaller one bedroom hut so a family can move into their larger one upon repair.
226 AL: Another case of firehead breaks out and Ryvian encourages Nyvian to stay inside with him and ignore their friends for a while. He’s still worried about losing his brother and points out they’re stronger when they’re together. An ‘Us against Them’ mentality takes over for a time.
227 AL: Three months after their fifteenth birthday, the twins Stand for the Renewed Hope clutch but fail to Impress. Ryvian is disappointed but also glad that at least Nyvian didn’t Impress either. At least they got to Stand! Poor Kerrin wasn’t allowed thanks to his father being mean and saying he wasn’t ready.
228 - 230 AL: As a boy in his teens, Ryvian spends a lot of his time flirting and experimenting while trying to stay out of trouble. Everything’s done in the name of fun!
231 AL: Ryvian doesn’t see the point in having to take Candidate classes again but still attends them to avoid G’rem’s wrath. Some classes turned out to be fun but in the end, neither twin Impressed at the Hatching. That was once again disappointing and with the month before seeing B’jin lashed publically, Ryvian is pretty subdued for several months as he tries once more to keep his nose clean and behave.
232 AL: Now at the age of twenty, Ryvian feels older and wiser when it comes to many things and decided not to get his hopes up at the new Hatching. He was right to do so as yet again, he didn’t Impress. While having a dragon was something he always wanted thanks to growing up in a weyr and having dragonriders for parents, Ryvian’s fine in his non-rider lifestyle for a bit longer as he enjoys life with Nyvian, making friends and finding new lovers.

Crafter Education
too cool for school

[color=#032255]Craft: Former Weyrbrat
Craft Rank: N/A
Years In Craft: N/A
Specialty: Getting into mischief and making a room far more visually appealing when he walks in.
Crafting Details: Given his young age, several turns spent in exile, and being raised in Katila, Ryvian hasn’t had any sort of training outside the basic lessons from Harpers and the reading his mother involved him in while in exile. He’s convinced, however, he can teach Candidate classes now from sitting through four clutches’ worth as of the end of 232 AL.

Out Of Character Information

[color=#032255]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
Insulting Truths (player account)
Valerian of Blue Veeth
R’nd of Blue Ayyonth
J’ver of Green Rilaleeyth
D’hys of Blue Zeianth
Candidate Rhaedalyn
Admin Contact: You better know it by now. :þ
Anything else? Slap my hands if I give in to another character after this!

RP Example
this is my witty subtitle

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Another Hatching. Was this going to be the one that he Impressed in? Ryvian found himself mostly calm but there was a hint of underlying fear as well. It was the fourth clutch in Katila and Nyvian and him had Stood for them all. He wanted a dragon as much as the next weyrbrat so that certainly wasn’t the reason behind the fear of stepping out onto the hot Sands in his robe and shoes – which he silently thanked B’jin for allowing them wear. The fear went in another direction and Ryvian wasn’t sure if he should be ashamed of it or not. What if Nyvian Impressed and he didn’t? What if he Impressed and Nyvian didn’t? Ryvian didn’t think he would handle that too well though he’d naturally hide it from everyone, especially his brother. If they both Impressed but ended up on different colours would be okay with him. If truth be told, Ryvian felt he was more of a bluerider while Nyvian was brown or even bronze. But the dragons knew best and they’d likely both end up on green.

Shoving his fears aside as he always did, Ryvian stood on the Sands by Nyvian and Indivara with Kerrin standing a little further down as the surprisingly fast Hatching moved along. He was thankful for that given the odd hour though admittedly he had only just crawled into bed before the humming began. A few times he held his breath when a dragonet would stumble by but by the end of the Hatching with the final Impression made, all three of them were still standing together. He was relieved as much as he was disappointed though after four attempts, Ryvian wasn’t sure if he would ever Impress or if the dragon meant for him was so ridiculously epic that he was waiting for a grand entrance that no one could miss or ever forget. That seemed far more likely. It helped ease the sting of the rejection of this batch of dragonets as well.

Continuing the theme of not wanting to dwell on the rejection and what he couldn’t change, Ryvian put an arm around Nyvian’s waist and the other around Indivara’s before the girl could make an escape. “You should come back to our hut. You know everything’s better in threes.” He knew she wouldn’t take him up on the invitation that night, not after another missed chance with a dragon. His friend hated that the kids taken from the North always seemed to Impress instead of her and she was set on the idea of bronze despite her gender. That was something Ryvian felt he needed to point out before the struggle to break free and be alone took hold of Indivara and he leaned down to her ear. “There wasn’t a bronze, Indivara. Next time will definitely be your moment.” He let her go then and headed off in the other direction with Nyvian to go back to bed.

Because I love this photo and he's slightly inspired a potential muse down the line... I'm tossing him in here as a bit of a placeholder and a claim on that body. XD

Ryan Sharp, what do you want to be?



Name ideas:
Quinntyn
Quinnlyn
Quindris
Kolarn = K'arn, K'lar, K'larn XD
Kajidan = K'dan, K'ji
Kagaran = K'gar, K'gara, K'ran
Kotiran = K'tir, K'tira, K'tiran

Denath, Noith, Tanvoreth, Aradath, Taidynoth, Tiaeth, Ghaeth, Gareteth, Tandrayth


All right! Got a name! Kajitiris, honorific is K'tir (Kuh-tear - as in crying, rhymes with fear)
Brownrider! but needs his dragon still. And a personality.

He wants to be my pet.

Record of firelizards

Blue Rell -- R'nd
Blue Vex -- Valerian
Blue Quill -- Valerian
Blue Tyrst -- Ryvian [Deceased - landslide]
Blue Shadow -- Ayontay
Blue Muffin -- Rhaedalyn
Blue Rumour -- Rhaedalyn
Gold Whisper -- Rhaedalyn
Gold Vixen -- J'ver
Green Dewdrop -- K'tir
Brown Cocoa Bean -- K'tir

Rell, Vex, and Quill are from the original batch of firelizards given out.
Rhae's gold was purchased in the Feb store
Rhae's second blue was from the birthday bash
J'ver's gold was from the birthday bash
Ryvian's blue was from the birthday bash
K'tir's firelizards are from a clutch V'zire found (Krysin purchased a clutch and was giving away eggs)

lol he might be your pet after all, Honey! I'm starting to favour Martin Mica more for K'tir now. Either way, he still needs to talk to me so I can learn more about him.

Just give Mr. Kilt a face transplant. Sexy new man on sexy old body. Win win, right? XD

Inactivity Preference
  [color=#B5B5B5]Player Name: Insulting Truths
  Creator Name: Insulting Truths
  Preference: Fade Out / Team NPC
  Death: Yes
 

K’tir of Brown Ghaeth
LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]First Name: Kajitiris
Pronounced: Kah-gee-tear-is
Honorific: K'tir (Kuh-tear - as in crying, rhymes with fear)
Nicknames: Kaji
Dragon Colour: Brown
Wing Rank: Wingrider
Primary Rank: Brownrider
Secondary Rank: N/A
Place of Birth: Fort Weyr
Age/Date of Birth: 07.07.201 AL
Impression Age: age 26, 227 AL in Renewed Hope
Physical Age: 26
Weyrmate: N/A
Threadfall Theory: “We’re dragonriders. It doesn’t matter if it comes again or not; we need to be ready regardless.”
Exiled With: Z’rak of blue Noith
Kidnapping Response: “It happens.”
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim:  Martin Mica

Looks
LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]Eyes: K’tir’s eyes are a bright but clear brown. They’re not exactly expressive but certain emotions are easy enough to read with a glare or flutter of dark lashes for sultry look. 
Hair: Chestnut brown in colour and fabulous in style, K’tir has a mane women have lusted over in the past. Lustrous with a natural shine, his hair falls just to his shoulders in soft waves that will curl up when wet or when the humidity attacks. While K’tir has been known to wear his hair down though often with it brushed back from his face, it’s usually tied back at the nape of his neck and even higher upon his head in a makeshift bun style. He doesn’t see either style as girly but as something that is easy to maintain and even practical despite shorter pieces falling free.
Height: 6’3
General Appearance:
K’tir sports a light goatee most of the time but just as soon as everyone is used to it, he’s likely to show up the following day with a clean-shaved face and keep it that way for a while. It all depends on his mood and has nothing to do with a shock factor. His face is long with a defined jaw line that is accentuated both with and without the goatee and he has a strong narrow nose that suits his face perfectly and doesn’t seem to overpower his thin upper lip that sometimes looks like it will be lost in his goatee. Yet even that fits well with his plump lower lip to lend him the ability to look angry or seductive with a quirk of his mouth. Perhaps his oddest facial feature is the right eyebrow has a slightly higher arch to it, giving it more definition and leaving K’tir with a quizzical expression as he silently observes what’s happening around him.

K’tir is skinny, likely too skinny given his height but he hasn’t had any luck in changing that no matter how much he eats. Not even increasing his exercise regime assisted in his size, leaving him with a more toned yet still slim body. He’s fine with his size, it’s the kitchen women constantly trying to fatten him up that starts to get annoying.

Dressing Style:
K’tir is usually seen in a comfortable pair of slacks that are perfectly hemmed for his height but otherwise well-loved. He has a few pairs that have a hole in the knee or even just below his bum from how often he wears them for chores of lounging in. His preferred top to match with suck pants is something that can be quickly tossed on, such as a button up, that sometimes even manages to have all of the buttons meeting at the right hole or a hole in general.

His riding leathers are kept in immaculate condition however and he looks every bit the part of a proud brownrider when he sports his jacket and has his hair tied back.

Personality
LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]General Character Traits:
K’tir is slightly hard to figure out. He’s not exactly cold and unapproachable but he doesn’t flaunt his interests or for the most part even his status as a brownrider. He more or less simply exists and goes about life in a way that suits him. He’s on the quiet side but he still has friends that he can laugh with and play games with and he still attends gatherings, mingles, and has even been known to dance to a favourite song. Most of the time, however, he comes across as rather serious and even boring in the eyes of the more outgoing.

Thanks to his quiet nature, K’tir can spend time in a public location and be forgotten if he desires it by not interacting with anyone and simply reading a book. He’s not the most learned of men but he does enjoy reading to pass the time, especially since his daughter still loves hearing stories and he needs something to feed his rather lacking imagination.

His personality only really changes when he’s had too much to drink. He’s a bit louder and wilder with some thinking he’s far more interesting to be around in that state. His morals also loosen and even his sexual desires shift enough that he finds an interest in women and typically ends up in bed with them. Sober, he generally prefers the company of men though that too almost changed after a devastating break up with a long time male lover but K’tir finds men far more comforting in that they are what he’s used to though he does still crave the touch of a woman at times.

He’s also one of the rare riders that doesn’t mind trying to be a father. He’s not the best at it and he’s not a constant presence in the lives of his children but he’s extremely caring and loves his brats all the same. He spoils them where he can with sneaking in snacks or taking them riding to the lake and in truth K’tir is wrapped tightly around his daughter’s finger. He once thought he knew what love was with Z’rak but grew cold and a bit distant after that break up but getting to know his children has warmed him up once more and taught him a new type of love. It’s hard to say if it will allow him to open up with a lover ever again and find that special bond but he’s opened up to at least having a few casual and somewhat steady relationships in the recent turns.

His innocence and willingness to please has been shattered by misuse over the turns and K’tir finds being blindingly loyal to someone for whatever reason hard to do now. He can trust only so far and it has to be earned by him over time but he’s still willing to try. The benefit of the doubt can still be obtained but it’s all circumstantial, not a guarantee it will be received. Treat him right and be honest with him and K’tir will do the same and slowly open up.

Likes:
    Quietness: While it’s hard to achieve in a Weyr, especially with greens and golds flying constantly shrieking in the sky, K’tir enjoys any peaceful moment he can steal. He’s usually found on his hut’s roof lying in the sun or even under the stars or under a droopy tree at the mouth of the river where it empties into the lake. He’s not thinking about anything in particular; he’s simply existing. Nothing needs rushing through and nowhere calls to him so he rests and enjoys the silence and possibly idle chatter with Ghaeth in that time.
    Honesty: K’tir doesn’t see the point in lying since lying only leads to pain in some form or another. For him, it came in a broken heart that has taken a long time to heal. He finds it a kindness to speak his mind and not sugar-coat words even if that means he comes off as a bit rude, crude, or mean in his own way.
    His children: As odd as it may be, K’tir doesn’t mind being a father. He’s not the best dad ever and he doesn’t have them around as much as others might but he enjoys their company and their youthful innocence and enthusiasm.
Dislikes:
    Blueriders: His father was an irresponsible bluerider that didn’t want him so expectations are low to begin with but the man he loved and was in a relationship for nearly nine turns was also a bluerider that ended up using him a bed warmer while mingling with others. K’tir doesn’t think they’re good for much more than screwing people over.
    Sleeping In: Even though he will sometimes stay out late on special occasions that result in not wanting to rise with the sun, K’tir prefers to go to bed at a reasonable hour and wake early morning. This gives him more time to get things done before the heat of the day is too much and demands everyone take it easy and find shade. It’s far quieter at that early hour.
    Red Meat: Since the day he Impressed, K’tir hasn’t been able to eat meat. The buckets of raw meat he had to feed to Ghaeth started the turning of his stomach and watching his dragon hunt finished it off. He still loves fish but most other types of meat have lost the appeal.
Habits/Mannerisms: K’tir often stands with his arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes it’s done as the usual defensive stance meaning to keep people at a distance while other times it’s simply he doesn’t know what else to do with his hands and crosses his arms. He also has a habit of running a hand through his hair to keep it brushed off his face in the times when he doesn’t already have it tied back. To some, it looks like it’s an act of frustration and if there is such an emotion, it’s typically due only to hair in his eyes.
Strengths: K’tir may not be the most noble of men but he will take responsibility for what he’s done and own up to his actions and choices. He believes he’s a genuine sort and doesn’t try to be someone he’s not. Since the break up with Z’rak, K’tir has become rather good at regulating himself, controlling his emotions and even desires – though alcohol consumption isn’t always as properly controlled.
Flaws: K’tir isn’t willing to open up to anyone right away, finding emotions a bit too much to deal with again. He is also rather judgemental, especially of blueriders and it’s hard to get him to change his mind once it’s been set against someone.

Personal History
LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]Mother: Unknown
    Rank: Suspected to be a kitchen worker
Father: D’nan (Deceased)
    Rank: Bluerider
Siblings: Unknown but treated a lot of the other weyrbrats like siblings
Past Lovers/Partners: Z’rak (192 AL) of blue Noith
Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious at the moment
Children: Katiryn (F 225 AL), Kajiran (M 229 AL)
Background Story:
201 AL: Kajitiris is born.
202 AL: Kajitiris is raised in the crèche by a variety of women as his own mother didn’t want to take care of him.
211 AL: On his tenth birthday, he is told who his father is by an unsigned letter presumably from his mother. D’nan is less than thrilled to know about the boy and is rather cool towards Kajitiris.
212 -214 AL: Kajitiris continues attending classes to learn basic reading and writing as well as preparing for Candidacy while helping around the Weyr where he can.
215 AL: Near the end of the turn Kajitiris is in the wrong place at the wrong time and is grabbed by bluerider Z’rak caught up in flightlust. This is his introduction to sex in general and of course with another man.
216 AL: Several months after his first encounter with Z’rak, the bluerider grabs him again and a sexual relationship outside of flights starts. When the Plague hits, everyone is panicked, especially Kajitiris who is worried for his lover and dragon.
217-219 AL: A sixteen year old Kajitiris and Z’rak survive the best they can in the wilderness and take physical comfort in each other regularly. Kajitiris starts to believe it’s something that will last through anything.
220 AL: All survivors are reunited and Katila is formed. Kajitiris is pleased to see other people again but even happier that Z’rak suggests they continue living together.
224 AL: At the end of the turn, the worst thing ever happens; they break up. Kajitiris is heartbroken, having believed it was something real but Z’rak was only using him as a bed warmer. A dislike of blueriders forms and with nowhere else to go, Kajitiris moves into the Candidate Barracks to live with men around his age.
225 AL: During the NYE celebrations, Kajitiris gets drunk and spends the night with a woman, rebounding from his break up. It results in a baby girl named Katiryn being born nine months later and Kajitiris decides to be a better man than Z’rak and claims her. His parenting skills are lacking but he tries.
227 AL: The miracle clutch of Renewed Hope hatches and Kajitiris Impresses to brown Ghaeth. A new sense of reason for being in the South is given to him and the weyrling takes well to his dragon and new role, especially since he’s younger in age and experience but Z’rak can no longer look down on him.
229 AL: Kajitiris graduates from weyrlinghood and becomes K’tir. Once again he gets drunk and spends the night with another woman that ends up pregnant. He now has a second a child, a boy named Kajiran. Neither live full time with him but he continues to try his hand at parenting and takes them in at times.
230-232 AL: K’tir for the most part stays out of trouble and keeps to himself. He’s not entirely anti-social but he’s not the life of the party either. He keeps most of his opinions to himself as well, not sharing what he thinks about B’jin’s lashing, D’ren’s proclamations, or even the attack on D’ren.
233 AL: Currently enjoying a couple casual relationships but still quietly existing.

Crafter Education
LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]Craft: Basic reading/writing
Craft Rank: N/A
Years In Craft: Most of his life
Specialty: N/A
Crafting Details N/A

Out Of Character Information

[color=#2E1517]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
Insulting Truths (player account)
V’ler of Blue Veeth
R’nd of Blue Ayyonth
J’ver of Green Rilaleeyth
D’hys of Blue Zeianth
Weyrling Rhaedalyn
Candidate Ryvian
Admin Contact: You already have it.
Anything else?

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LYRICS

It was meant to be a night for celebrating but that almost didn’t come to pass thanks to the Weyrleader’s brilliantly timed announcement about honorifics. There had been a scuffle with a lot of words tossed around before S’kef dealt with the situation away from the happy party-goers and eventually the mood lifted once more and the tension in the air faded away. The graduation itself was nice though a bit boring since he wasn’t actually apart of this one. His class seemed far livelier as well but K’tir supposed that had something to do with the fact that almost their entire class had been survivors that were brought South willingly. The current class seemed to be all Stolen Northerners and many seemed so serious! He couldn’t really fault them for that though; even he was more serious than anything else since Impressing. That, however, wasn’t a thought he wanted to dwell on that evening though it was hard with Z’rak lurking around the party as well.

Once all the words were said and done, the real party began with the booze flowing more freely and the music going in full swing with the Harpers giving it their all and enjoying themselves on stage. K’tir gave in to a few requests to dance since he wasn’t opposed to fun and didn’t see the harm in it but after more spins around the floor than he could keep track of, the brownrider wandered away from that crowd in search of more liquid refreshment. He grabbed a glass of something – it was only identified by the grimace he had after swigging down the Katilan wine – K’tir went in search of a place to sit but instead found himself drawn to a small group crowded around a table looking at something. It was likely some card game in progress or even trading the results of guesses on honorifics but still K’tir ventured over since being a spectator was far less demanding than swinging a partner around in a lively dance.

He was surprised to see the table was covered with eggs that naturally would be of the firelizard variety since that was all anyone ever talked about and would flaunt. As two of the three people standing around departed, K’tir was actually shocked to see who was left behind. There was still a chance the eggs belonged to someone else and perhaps there was a note saying everyone could just help themselves but a quick appraisal of V’zire showed how nervous and even desperate the greenrider was, meaning he was the owner of the clutch.

K’tir didn’t have any solid opinion one way or the other on flitters. He had Impressed after Katila was formed so he didn’t have the true bond to a dragon that had many older riders paranoid once again that they could lose their beloved. He had been close with Noith during the relationship with the blue’s rider but even then K’tir never developed a true hatred of the creatures. He didn’t love them either though. They could be annoying pests that got into trouble, broke items, and stole food. Some owners were terrible at controlling them and K’tir wanted to flick the human’s forehead as punishment as much as he wanted to do it to a firelizard accosting him. All the same, both of his children had a huge interest in the pets and bugged him at least once a sevenday for their own. His reply never changed; they were both too young to have one. They couldn’t Stand for a dragon yet so they weren’t old enough to care for a miniature version either. He questioned the attention span of both as well.

“Hey, V’zire,” it was a casual greeting for someone that was a former classmate and someone he had the occasional run in here and there since. They weren’t best of friends but they weren’t enemies and as far as K’tir could tell they weren’t frenemies either. Then again, V’zire didn’t seem capable of hating someone in the open so there wasn’t a chance he could hate someone behind their back and still smile at them. “Showing off, selling off, or giving away the eggs?” His children may not be old enough to have firelizards but K’tir was still willing to contemplate bonding one to himself for their enjoyment.

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LYRICS

[color=#2E1517]Name: Ghaeth
Pronounced: Like Gaelic; gay-th
Colour: Brown
Wing Rank: Wingrider
Place of Birth: Katila
Age/Date of Birth: 5 / 227 AL
Clutch Name: Renewed Hope
Clutch Mother: Gold Nirinath
Clutch Father: Bronze Ronarth
Keyword: Confidence
Appearance: 
    Mature Length: 30.4
    Mature Height: 15.2
    Mature Wingspan: 46.6
    Scars & Markings: Nothing too noticeable. A few scars from rough flights both in the chase and the feisty winner but they typically blend in well with his pale markings.
    General Appearance:
His hide is a rich milk chocolate hue that unfortunately doesn’t run uninterrupted. While it’s not an actual pattern, K’tir is hard pressed to describe the way the pale rose-brown travels throughout Ghaeth’s body and down his wings. It’s almost like a timed bomb went off and released the pinkish tone from the base of his wings to burst down through the thin membrane of the wings to the tips. The design spreads out in the opposite direction as well to twist and blend into the dragon’s soft hide. Perhaps the oddest marking of his pattern is his front left paw is grey so it looks like he’s wearing a sock or stepped in the weyrbrats’ paint. Early on this led many to believe another dragon in the clutch was malformed and the pair were watched closely until it proved to be nothing more than a quirky mark.

Ghaeth’s body structure is for the most part on par to his size though his wingspan is roughly a foot longer than what is deemed the average. He doesn’t find that a hindrance and in fact likes to believe it gives him an edge in the sky as he can take a more powerful wing beat. Whether it’s true or not isn’t for K’tir to judge. His actual size is fairly mediocre in range for browns, sitting somewhere between the oddly small and the freakishly large and Ghaeth is fine with that. He doesn’t have anything to prove like his brethren on both ends of the spectrum seem to think they do due to their size. He’s perfectly happy with his appearance and that’s all there is to it.

Personality:
    General Personality:
Ghaeth doesn’t always seem like he’s aware of his hide’s colour with how bubbly and outgoing he can be. He will chat up any dragon and most humans that linger near him long enough to be greeted. He’s often confused when someone isn’t friendly in return but he doesn’t take it personally as K’tir is always there to insist some people simply lack in manners and the gene that makes them smile. Even without those reassurances, Ghaeth is brimming with confidence – simply from the belief that even those stubborn fools will come around and want to be friends with him eventually to the more outwardly appearing version in the way he chases and carries himself.

K’tir might not be overly interested in flights but sometimes Ghaeth’s will is stronger and they join in with the brown steadily advancing through the pack to overtake the green. Ghaeth’s true goal is a gold, inspired by Tyrrisath’s victories though he has yet to prove he’s up to the challenge by winning just yet.

With all of his own whimsy and confidence, it’s a surprise Ghaeth went straight for K’tir. The young man had once been far more open and laughed regularly but had started to shut down and hide within himself. Ghaeth liked those memories he saw and decided they would do well together. One would help the other love and be friendly again while the other played a strong grounding presence when the fun got a bit out of hand. Ghaeth knew K’tir needed a little encouragement and a shot of self-worth after the break-up and he was willing to supply it.
    Likes: Ghaeth enjoys chatting with other dragons about anything that is fit for conversation that day which means he also likes other dragons in general. He understands K’tir’s hatred of blueriders but Ghaeth still finds their dragons rather enjoyable to be around since they usually like to have fun as well. Leisurely flights are a favourite way to pass time whether he has K’tir with him or not and now that the children are getting older, Ghaeth thrills in giving them a ride as well.
    Dislikes: Ghaeth hates when people don’t believe in themselves. He’s tinted pink and he still has confidence, so why do others have issues with their appearance or ability to do something? He chases golds despite having yet to win one but that doesn’t mean he should stop. He also has a fear of thunderstorms, the crash of thunder making him shiver and the lightning causing him to curl up to hide his eyes.
    Habits/Mannerisms: Ghaeth has a particular feline quality to him in the way he stretches out after a nap and even in the way he will cleanse himself while lazing by the hut. He will lick a forepaw and rub it over his head knobs in an effort to stay clean but also out of a habit that started in weyrling days. K’tir was wonderful with bathing and oiling but Ghaeth always felt itchy around the knobs and took to moistening them the best he could on his own.
    Strengths: Ghaeth is consistently bubbly and in good spirits. He’s optimistic and likes to see the good in everyone, including those that K’tir can’t. If for any reason he is given a blow and becomes upset in any form, it’s quick to pass and the brown is his usual self once more.
    Weaknesses: Despite all of his seemingly endless supply of energy that is on display as he interacts with others, Ghaeth can be rather lazy. He likes passing the day napping or flying and doesn’t see the need to rush everywhere if it’s not dire. Everything will still be there when they arrive whenever that may be.

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Gabrin
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[color=#948BA7]First Name: Gabrin
Pronounced: Gaa-brin
Nicknames: N/A at this moment
Primary Rank: Lord Holder’s Third Son
Secondary Rank: Bored Troublemaker
Place of Birth: High Reaches Hold
Date of Birth: 02.08.210 AL
Wife: Tanriel (Currently NPC, open for adoption even if I LPC)
Threadfall Theory: “What do I care? I live in a Hold with sturdy walls and a roof and I’m not a farmer. It doesn’t concern me one way or the other.”
Dragonrider Response: “Cool. They do make travelling so much easier and quicker! Kind of a dick move vanishing for so long like they did but I’m sure we can come to beneficial mutual understandings.”
Missing Crafters Response: When the rumours started of missing Crafters, Gabrin believed them to be dead or simply runaways. Since it continued for some time and then stopped abruptly, he thinks there’s something more but only enjoys the rumours and conspiracies without a solid opinion. His favourite, however, is the one about Holders stealing and selling the missing people into slavery.

Approved Special Features: Lord Holder’s third son
Face Claim:  Joseph Morgan

Looks
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[color=#948BA7]Eyes: Versatile brown eyes that darken and harden when angry or can be a warm rich chocolate brown when playful or flirty.
Hair: Extremely light brown that some would argue as being dirty blonde. Gabrin keeps it cut short since that is not only easier but his hair is curly and keeping it short keeps the curls at bay.
Height: 6’0
General Appearance:
Gabrin’s height comes mostly due to his legs. His long and slender form appears even more that way thanks to the limbs that keep on going. Most prefer to see a woman with such a feature, especially one that likes to show a little skin to entice, and Gabrin was teased when he was younger due to his long and scrawny legs but he likes them. In his opinion, they’re all the better to wrap around a lover.

His build is slight, with only the barest hint of muscle definition on display when his shirt if removed. He doesn’t like or really believe in menial labour (that’s what servants and peasants are for!) so any muscle he can lay claim to is from sports or running around the Hold for one reason or another.

His face is very angular with his square jaw and defining cheek bones. It’s possibly counted as the most masculine physical feature he possesses, especially considering his perfectly shaped and kissable lips that border on the type better found on a woman. The fact that he can grow a bit of stumble evenly enough to count as done intentionally helps keep him safe from too many insults from the burlier men lurking around his usual stomping grounds.

Dressing Style:
Gabrin knows how to dress to impress when he has to thanks to growing up in Holds that hosted parties and the way he was paraded around. He cleans up well with suits tailored to his body in the latest colour and style trends. Otherwise, while his clothing is still all custom-made, Gabrin’s everyday attire is casual with typically only one layer of a form a fitting shirt. When he is in an exceptionally lazy mood, one of his baggier shirts is tossed on and left untucked.

Personality
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[color=#948BA7]General Character Traits:
Gabrin is, in short, a playful man that loves getting into mischief and seeing what he can get away with.

He comes across as fun-loving and easy-going to most people but that’s just part of the rouse. Gabrin is an actor that puts on a show for everyone, allowing them to see what he wants them to see. He enjoys messing with minds and hardly takes anything seriously; unless it directly affects him in some way. So long as he’s entertained, Gabrin’s not concerned with the outcome of his actions. On the flip side, he doesn’t like being on the receiving end of pranks or mind games and finds them to be rather foolish since revenge is always so easily tended to.

His public persona is sweet and kind with a sense of humour. He’s a guy that likes to have fun, go on adventures, and get into mischief with his friends. While that’s not entirely untrue, his usual tastes run a bit deeper and darker than the gentile folk he was raised around can handle. Gabrin will easily make someone’s life a living nightmare and do his best to never be caught at it, acting just as shocked and upset as anyone else when he hears of the horrible incidents the poor lad suffered through.

He’s not a complete saint, however, as he does love to wine and romance any woman and man whether single or not. His wife’s bed is visited only when a husband’s duty calls but Gabrin is often elsewhere, enjoying his time more freely with serving staff or the visiting lord’s eligible sons and daughters. There are also a small handful of people that know how devious and calculating he can be but Gabrin keeps them close and keeps an even closer eye on them. It’s hard to say if he trusts them completely but they are usually accomplices in some way to activities.

All that said, he still has an ego and can’t help but brag when something especially wonderful goes his way. He is, after all, a Lord Holder’s son and even if he’s only the third son, he’s still high born and in line for a title so his status sometimes goes to his head and he forgets his games, showing that he is above most everyone else.

Likes:
    Deception: Gabrin has fun pretending he’s something he’s not whether it be straight, a loyal husband, or sweet. There’s something enjoyable about leading people to believe what you want them to see and not what is actually in front of them. On the flip side, however, he hates being deceived and will never forget the slight.
    Anything that starts with ‘fine’:  A fine wine, fine lay, or fine food; it doesn’t matter to Gabrin so long as it’s among the best quality it suits his tastes and he finds it worthy of his time.
    His feline: If it makes Gabrin look a little sweeter and softer, than that’s fine and simply bonus points but Gabrin actually loves his little fluff ball Buttercup and will kick anyone’s ass that is cruel to her.
Dislikes:
    Swimming: Gabrin is not the strongest swimmer and prefers to stay away from large bodies of water. He’ll still put on a good show, strutting around the beach and even going into shallow water but he has no intentions of drowning or showing that he can’t swim no matter who he’s with.
    Chatty women: He wouldn’t necessarily say he had no use for women but he does like the saying ‘women should be seen and not heard.’ Some can chat for hours on end about mundane things and Gabrin simply can’t be bothered to catch a word of it. Let them make clothes, serve him meals, and lay beneath him in a bed but they don’t need to run their mouths endlessly.
    Virgins: Gabrin hates virgins and has made it his life goal to personally correct this status of the poor men and women afflicted by it.
Habits/Mannerisms: Gabrin will often roll his eyes behind the speaker’s back as a way to see if his friend that can see him will laugh. A foot will often be found propped up on another chair or the table when Gabrin is lounging comfortably somewhere.
Strengths: Gabrin has a great sense of humour. He loves to laugh whether with someone, at their expense, or at a joke. He may contain it at times when he’s playing a certain role for the day but that simply goes along with it since in the end, he’s making fun of someone and teasing them after the fact whether they’re aware or not. Life is short, might as well enjoy it with a laugh!

Self-regulation comes into play regularly when Gabrin begins a night of drinking. He knows when he’s reached his limit so as not to embarrass himself or get sick and generally knows when he’s had enough or done enough against someone else.

Gabrin has natural leadership abilities that make for a confidence man that doesn’t shy away from giving out orders or simply expecting everyone to defer to him.

Flaws: One would not call Gabrin a prude. He can be calculating to avoid major issues but he still takes some unnecessary risks and has no concept of regret; unless it didn’t give him the right outcome.

Thanks to his rank, Gabrin has troubles in treating everyone fairly. He sees servants as well beneath him and to be used as he sees fit and others of similar rank, while still used as pawns for his game, are treated with a bit more respect.

Gabrin lacks in modesty and humility. He will make sure everyone knows when he did something exceptionally well.

Forgiveness is not something Gabrin gives freely. If he believes you slighted him in any way, it’s unlikely you’re ever to be forgiven and go on with life without some sort of punishment.

Personal History
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[color=#948BA7]Mother: Azmarie (189 AL)
    Rank: Lady Holder
Father: Jaebrin  (186 AL)
    Rank: Lord Holder of High Reaches (also cousin to J’ver)
Siblings: Jaetyn (M, 205 AL), Azrin (M, 207 AL)
Past Lovers/Partners: Khoemi
Current Lovers/Partners: Married to Tanriel with several casual flings on the side.
Children: Gabrynia (F, 21.11.232)
Background Story:
210 & Newborn: Gabrin is born to Azmarie and Jaebrin, the lord and lady of High Reaches. He is their third child and son.
214-219 & 4-9: Gabrin is schooled by the Hold’s Harper in the basics as well as the High Reaches history.
220 & 10: He is sent to Telgar to be fostered and learn the region’s history and how politics work in other areas.
221 & 11: Within a turn of arriving, Gabrin makes several friends and has most of the residents convinced he’s a charming boy and delegate of High Reaches.
222-228 & 12-18: Gabrin continues with his lessons and sits in on councils. In his free time, he’s off causing mischief and learning his way around women and eventually men.
229 & 19: While walking back to the Hold after a night of drinking in a small pub, Gabrin comes across a young kitten with no siblings or mother in sight. Completely smitten by the little thing rubbing against his leg, Gabrin takes her home, names her Buttercup, and has a cute and cuddly furball for a pet.
230 & 20: Has a wild night with Khoemi, sparking an interest in the older man in the form of a delightful challenge.
231 & 21: Under the pressure from his father, via letters, to do something with his life and continue their line, Gabrin begins courting Tanriel, sister to Khoemi’s wife and a daughter of the Lord Holder. He’s not too interested in her but figures he can easily fake his way through enjoying her company in order to please his father and add in another way to pick on Khoemi.
232 & 22: Marries Tanriel early in the turn back at High Reaches after his family approves of the courtship and by the turn’s end they are parents to their first child, Gabrynia.
234 & 23: Bored, Gabrin announces just before his twenty-fourth birthday that he’s taking his family and returning to Telgar under the pretences of letting his wife see her family again but he’s looking to see old friends and flings while getting away from his parents.

Education
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[color=#948BA7]Craft: Basic Education
Craft Rank: N/A
Date Apprenticed: N/A
Date Tapped: N/A
Specialty: N/A
Education Details: Gabrin was taught by Hold Harpers all of the general areas required for a young Lordling. He was also fostered at Telgar to learn more about politics and that region’s customs and traditions.

Out Of Character Information

[color=#948BA7]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
Insulting Truths (player account)
V’ler of Blue Veeth
R’nd of Blue Ayyonth
J’ver of Green Rilaleeyth
D’hys of Blue Zeianth
Weyrling Rhaedalyn
Candidate Ryvian
K’tir of Brown Ghaeth
Admin Contact: You better not have lost it by this point!
Anything else? Nope.

RP Example
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As usual, the journey to Telgar was a long one. It was unpleasant and boring to begin with but now he had a wife and daughter to contend with as well. At least his wife served as a bed warmer at every inn they stopped at along the way. The child simply cried when hungry or wanted more attention and that wasn’t something Gabrin was very good at giving and only put in as much effort and energy as was required to suitably convince all the travel companions that he was a wonderful father and his own father wouldn’t have a thing to complain about. Then again, it was likely his father was still grumbling about the way his youngest son was once again wandering off. Gabrin knew, however, that Lord Jaebrin liked having one less son to look after and keep an eye on in case there was a sudden desire to be not only the next in line for the title but at the start of it.

Still, it would be worth it in the end when Telgar was once more in sight and all the fun toys were his once more to play with. One of his favourites came in the form of Khoemi, his now brother-in-law, that liked to pretend he didn’t enjoy himself on the night they shared together. It was always fun to pick on the man with heavy flirting and trying to corner him alone. In fact, Gabrin had returned to Telgar more or less solely for Khoemi and picking up the game of seducing the man. There were a few other reasons but they paled in comparison to the flirting.

Once they arrived, Gabrin gave all the proper greetings and respect to the main branch of the family as he left the servants and his wife to move their belongings back into the rooms that had been his for most of his life. It was almost sad how Telgar felt more like home than High Reaches but such was the way of life for a third son. At least Telgar was fun and had some interesting drama to go with it!

As soon as he could, Gabrin excused himself so he could go run an important message to someone else. His return would have been announced and the rumours would have spread to everyone within the Hold long before his caravan came up the path but Gabrin knew the exact timing still wouldn’t be known and his knock at the door would be a surprise.

Well, if he knocked, that was.

Gabrin let himself into the room that he knew Khoemi spent a lot of his time in and peered around for the man. When he wasn’t spotted in the main room, Gabrin silently moved through it and peeked in through another door. Khoemi was spotted instantly and a smirk played over Gabrin’s lips as he stepped inside, pleased that the annoying wife was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, babe. I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.”

Tossing up a record of R'nd's kids here for now. Once I make it all pretty I'll properly add it to his profile.

He has his own little army but he only knows about Benden and now T'ryn. If anyone would like to be the mother to one of his other children, PM me! I'm considering letting him find out about another child soon, possibly one of the ones that associate in some way with B'jin's children.


T’ryn (Telrynd) (M 722 AL) with NPC crèche worker Telerii
Female01 (F 724 AL)
Ayontay (M 725 AL) (full brother to Wynera) with (Tyeravi)
Venwyn (F 727 AL) with (Vendaris)
Wynera (F 729 AL) (full sister to Ayontay) with (Tyeravi)
Male03 (M 729 AL)
Male04 (M 729 AL)
Benden (M 05.04.731 AL) with (Volfetti)

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Tavynia
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[color=#F688E7]First Name: Tavynia
Pronounced: Tah-vin-e-ah
Nicknames: Tavvy (like savvy)
Primary Rank: Candidate
Secondary Rank: Princess
Place of Birth: Southern Continent in exile
Date of Birth: 24.04.216 AL
Weyrmate: N/A
Threadfall Theory: “Hmm?”
Exiled With: Her parents
Kidnapping Response: “They’re so whiny!”
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim:  Anna Sophia Robb

Looks
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[color=#F688E7]Eyes: Pale green, large and expressive.
Hair: White-blonde, down to mid-back, with a bit of curl and body to it.
Height: 5’5
General Appearance:
Has just started to lose the last of the baby fat to take on womanly curves.
A light even tan.

Dressing Style:
Tavynia loves dresses and the pinker the better.

Personality
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Father is overprotective but she often sneaks out for fun and it may lead her to exploring all avenues early on and frequently.

[color=#F688E7]General Character Traits:
Likes:
    Socializing:
    Dancing:
    Men: Not boys, but real men. Someone who can protect her as quickly as they can charm her and show her a good time. She typically has her eye and crushes set on older men.
Dislikes:
    Being told ‘no’: Why would anyone be so mean as to deny her what she wants?
    Chores: They’re either very dirty or smelly
    Healers: Doesn’t trust Healers since her mother died under their care.
Habits/Mannerisms: Flicks back her hair when talking to older boys to make her seem older.
Strengths: Very bubbly, likes trying new things and exploring, friendly.
Flaws: Can be a bit of a spoiled brat when dealing with her father, a tad ditzy.

Personal History
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[color=#F688E7]Mother: Dila (Deceased)
    Rank: N/A
Father: B’dor
    Rank:  Bluerider
Siblings: Daelyne (220 AL)
Past Lovers/Partners:
Current Lovers/Partners:
Children: N/A
Background Story:
    Year & Age:
    Year & Age:
    Year & Age:

Education
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[color=#F688E7]Craft:
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[color=#F688E7]Date Apprenticed:
Date Tapped:
Specialty:
Education Details

Out Of Character Information

[color=#F688E7]Created By:
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
Admin Contact: Yes
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RP Example
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R’jit of Gamalieth

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Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Gary Barlow
Inactivity Preference:
      Creator Name: Insulting Truths
      Player Name: Insulting Truths
      NPC: Fade Out
      Adoptable: Yes
      Death: Allowed

Original Name: Ranjit
      Pronounced: Rahn-geet
Honorific: R’jit
      Pronounced: Ruh-geet
Nicknames: N/A

Dragon Name: Gamalieth
      Dragon Name: Gam-ah-lie-th
Dragon Colour: Blue
Wing Assigned: T’rel’s
      Wing Rank: Wingrider

Primary Rank: Searchrider
      Secondary Ranks: Bluerider

Place of Birth: Benden Weyr
Date of Birth: 22.04.190 AL
Searched By: N/A - Weyrbrat
      Searched Date: N/A - Weyrbrat
      Impression Age: 12, 11.06.202 AL
      Physical Age: 28

Exiled With: Orwind (R’nd pre-Impression)

Partner: Tyeravi

Appearance

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Eyes: Green in colour and often set in a kind expression.

Hair: Dirty blonde that is typically kept rather short and tidy.

Height: 5’10

General Appearance: R’jit is a bit stocky. He’s toned from tending to his dragon for so long but he’s not nearly as buff as many of his fellow blueriders. He likes to indulge in favourite meals and some sweets and it shows. The fact that he’s below average in height for men certainly doesn’t help his appearance.

Dressing Style: Casual style for a casual man. R’jit only slightly believes that clothes make the man so he will never be seen in torn and stained clothing but he’s not out to win a beauty pageant either by continuously wearing the latest fashions. Riding leathers work fine for him as do cargo pants with a t-shirt or sweater on the colder evenings.

Personality

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General Character Traits: R’jit is pretty mellow. There really isn’t much else to say about him and because of his relaxed nature and tendency to blend in thanks to his quiet nature, not much is known about him either. That isn’t to say he’s bland and completely hidden in the shadows since he is a man that enjoys social gatherings and a few glasses of wine and ale when given the chance. He’s extremely friendly and approachable despite not being an open book.

He’s proud of what he does, having always believed Searching was an honour as the Weyrs needed the new Candidates to help keep everything balanced to the natural order of things. The order to kidnap instead of properly Search had been hard to swallow and for a while increased the alcohol that had been swallowed. Still, R’jit followed orders as he’s not the type to rebel or go against the grain too much. He, like anyone else, isn’t completely compliant and enjoys his streaks of naughtiness but overall, his nose is kept clean.

He would be classified as one of the nicer blueriders running around since he doesn’t see the need to force his hand on anyone, not even greenriders. He doesn’t fully believe everyone should be treated equally but nor does he believe greenriders are there to be used and abused either. They are friends and drinking buddies so why play rough with them?

Habits/Mannerisms: Taps a finger on his cup of klah or alcohol in time to a song being performed or one in his head.

Opinions:
      Threadfall Theory: “It could be back. Better to be prepared than sorry.”
      Stealing/Kidnapping: “Not the way Searching should be done. It’s hard to look in a mirror sometimes.”
      Firelizards: “They obviously survived the plague as well. I don’t see the harm in their return to our society.”
      Return North: “It will be nice to get back to the old ways and give back everything that was taken from survivors and the Stolen alike.”

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Likes:
[div class="PLAGUEspinelists"]Klah:

He loves the drink to the point of feeling like he can’t function without two cups in the morning. He’ll sip on it during the day as well if he’s enjoying downtime.

The Beach:

He doesn’t necessarily have to go swimming but R’jit enjoys lounging on the sand and watching his dragon or children play.

Like 3:

Dislikes:

Grumpy People:

There’s just no need for that! Everyone has grumpy moments and he can’t blame them for that but people that are constantly miserable and seem to enjoy being in that state don’t rank too high on his list of favourite people.

Exercise:

He likes his shape and size and doesn’t feel like he needs to torture himself daily to change that.

Dislike 3:

Strengths:

Level-headed:

R’jit is very calm and many believe it is impossible to rile him up. Because of this, he is level-headed and can stay calm under pressure, being able to guide those that are panicking.

Adaptable:

He has an ability to find a way to survive even the harshest of situations – social interactions included.

Kind:

R’jit looks after those he cares for and always has a smile for those that need one.

Flaws:

Boastful:

He’s a proud man and wants everyone to know when something that pleases people is associated with him. He loudly proclaimed he had Searched the heartthrob R’nd is a good example of this.

Lazy:

Free time should be spent doing as little as possible. He works hard when it is absolutely needed but for the most part, he’s almost too laidback.

Spacing Out:

Every so often, R’jit loses himself in thought or simply the extreme nothingness and stares off into space. Sometimes it even happens with someone around and he might miss out on something that’s said.

Personal History

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Father: R’nar (Ranarit), b.165 d.216
    Rank: Bluerider
Mother: Jenerkri, b.168 d.216
    Rank: Greenrider
Siblings:
K’nar (Krinar) [M] b.187 d.216

Past Lovers/Partners: R’nd, [WOMAN]
Current Lovers/Partners: 
Children:
Unnamed [M] b.221AL (Known; can be claimed. Full brother of [F])
Unnamed [F] b.224AL (Known; can be claimed. Full sister of 221 [M])
Unnamed [M] b.228AL (Known; can be claimed.)

Background Story:

190 & Born:

Ranjit is born.

202 & 12:

Standing for his first Hatching proves to be lucky and he walks away with a pretty blue at his ankles.

203-205 & 13-15:

Ranjit survives Weyrlinghood and graduates to become R’jit. Given his young age and only a budding interest in sex, Gamalieth has yet to chase.

206 & 16:

Their first flight resulted in a loss and a startling introduction into flight lust.

207-212 & 17-22:

Settles into his position at the Weyr as an accomplished Searchrider and a good flight partner to have as even in lust, he’s never overly heavy-handed and shows respect afterwards.

214 & 24:

Goes out Searching for the upcoming Hatching and finds Orwind [(R'nd)] and successfully convinces the boy to return to Benden with him.

216 & 26:

The plague strikes and takes both of his parents and his brother. Unsure of the future but worried about losing Orwind who is so full of life and potential for a dragonrider, R’jit asks the teen to come with him.

217-219 & 27-29:

As exile stretches out and skills are tested to keep them alive, they realize they only have each other’s company. Budding sexual interest in a teenager and the sex drive of a man interested in both sexes end up colliding and introducing Orwind to a whole new way of thinking and appreciating friends.

220 & 30:

Reunited at Katila, R’jit finds some of his old friends that survived and tries to pick up the pieces of his former life while building a new one under Tsuen and Nirinath’s ideals.

221 & 31:

R’jit’s first child, a boy, is born after a union celebrating the survival of exile with [WOMAN]. A relationship begins.

224 & 34:

His first daughter is born to the same woman that had his son.

226 & 36:

Despite their friendship that remains intact, R’jit and [WOMAN] end their relationship and R’jit returns to the bachelor life.

227 & 37:

R’jit is beside himself with joy at finally seeing Orwind Impress and loudly proclaims he Searched the popular man to everyone for several days.

228 & 38:

R’jit’s second son is born from a fling he had during the celebration of Orwind’s Impression nine months earlier. He happily claims this child as well.

231 & 41:

Is glad to see another clutch and his hopes soar for the future with another gold. B’jin being publically lashed is horrifying and while he agrees discipline is always good, he doesn’t like seeing that old method returned.

232 & 42:

Hasn’t said as much to R’nd but is proud of the younger bluerider and the relationship being built with B’jin. The boy is far too kind to everyone and deserves to find constant happiness in one person.

233 & 43:

Has known some amazing female dragonriders and cringes a bit at the announcement that they no longer can wear an honorific. He doesn’t go against authority but with a few friends, he still calls them their honorific in private.

234 & 44:

His hut is destroyed in the landslide and his world nearly destroyed as his youngest child and the mother are caught up in the wave of mud. Luckily, both survive and R’jit dedicates a lot of his waking time to helping others.

235 & 45:

Settling into life again in the North.

Education

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Craft: Basic Education
      Specialty: Reading

Craft Rank: N/A
      Date Apprenticed: N/A
      Date Tapped: N/A
      Mastership Obtained: N/A

Education Details R’jit struggles with numbers but he is comfortable with reading and writing though neither can be counted as flawless.

Dragon Information

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Dragon Name: Gamalieth
      Name Pronounced: Gam-ah-lie-th
Dragon Colour: Blue
Wing Assigned: T’rel’s

Hatching Date: 11.06.202 AL
Birthing Weyr: Benden Weyr
Home Weyr: Telgar Weyr
Clutch Name: Limitless Skies
      Clutch Mother: Gold
      Clutch Father: Bronze
      Key Word: Motivation
      Egg Name: Motivation
      Egg Description: Short and squat, this egg is a murky grey in colour.
     
Appearance:
      Length: 24.8
      Height: 37.2
      Wingspan: 12.4
      Scars & Markings:
      Weyrlinghood:
      Adulthood: Gamalieth’s hide is the colour of the midnight sky on a clear night. It is a deep blue and almost entirely uninterrupted. Starting from his snout, working down his neck, along his side, and to the tip of his tail, is a lighter blue trail that almost seems like a wisp of clouds in the night sky passing by. The sails of his wings match that lighter blue.

Pre-plague, Gamalieth was one of the larger blues to be seen gliding across the sky but now with each new clutch that hatches, he appears to be on the smaller side of the dragon population.

Mindvoice: A deep rumble.

General Character Traits: Gamalieth is a very relaxed dragon. It takes a lot to get him riled up as he doesn’t see the need for such panicking. His mood is often contagious to those around him, helping to calm others and he always has an encouraging word for those that need it. As of late, that usually means his own rider when R’jit is lost in his own world of being lazy and not wanting to get to his task that’s waiting.

Habits/Mannerisms: Is a rather dainty eater and does his best not to get too dirty.

Likes:

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Dislikes:

Dislike 1:

Dislike 2:

Dislike 3:

Strengths:

Tidy:

He doesn’t like being surrounded by a mess and will clean up his space and the Weyr as much as he can.

Encouraging:

Given R’jit’s idea of doing nothing in his down time, Gamalieth will nudge the man into working or cheer him on when a new venture is upon them. He is much the same way while on a Search.

Diligent:

Gamalieth takes great pride in all he does and makes sure he takes his time and pays careful attention to what he does.

Flaws:

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Flaw 3:

     
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      Background: 121230
      Preview: Gamalieth speech!

Infant Image     
N/A

Adult Image


Dragon Created By: Insulting Truths but Honey Love did the art.

RP Sample

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I am a sample tag and I rock.

Inactivity Preference
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  Death: Yes
 

C'dhin of Green Coroth
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[color=#B7E21D]First Name: Corraidhin
Pronounced: Cor-rye-din
Honorific: C’dhin
Nicknames: Cori
Dragon Colour: Green
Wing Rank: Wingrider
Primary Rank: Wingrider
Secondary Rank: Provider of Desserts
Place of Birth: Bitra Region
Date of Birth: 09.02.208 AL
Impression Age: 22
Physical Age: N/A
Weyrmate: Still looking!
Threadfall Theory: Never really thought about it.
Time Stolen: 19.08.227 AL
Kidnapping Response: Bastards! They ruined the good life he was building in the North and they have no sense of fine taste. Since Impressing, he has learned to accept and enjoy his new life.
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Hunter Parrish

Looks
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[color=#B7E21D]Eyes: Bright, expressive eyes that keep him looking younger than he is are of a pale green colour.
Hair: It’s hard to pinpoint the colour as it depends on how much sun it has seen at any given time. It ranges from a very pale and bland brown to what some have compared the dirty blonde moments to be that of straw. As for the style itself, C’dhin tries to keep it trimmed, especially thanks to being in the kitchen often, but it’s usually left in a slightly shaggy state.
Height: 5’10
General Appearance: C’dhin comes from a heritage that leaves him suffering with extremely pale skin. He burns easily when he’s not careful while having to spend too much time in the sun but thankfully any burning fades into a tan after a few painfully itchy days. His build is slender with only the barest touch of muscle that comes both from tending a dragon and kitchen work. He has good arm strength from carrying heavy ingredients to stirring large pots and bowls of the latest concoction.

One of the most notable feature to C’dhin is the small mole under his left eye. He used to hate it when younger and would purposely splash flour on his face to try to hide it but as he’s grown older, C’dhin has come to like it and see it as a mark of individuality and a part of who he is.
Dressing Style:

Personality
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[color=#B7E21D]General Character Traits:


Likes:
    Sweets: He wouldn’t be much of a baker if he didn’t enjoy sampling what he created. It’s also a quick and delicious energy boost for those times when the day drags on or a less than desirable task is ahead of him.
    Appreciation: Like any normal person, C’dhin enjoys being praised for something he has done. It leaves him encouraged to continue on that path.
    Chatting About Nothing: There’s always something to talk about even if it seems mundane. Discussing random things still stimulates the mind.
Dislikes:
    People Who Don’t Savour Food: C’dhin hates the way some people simply shovel their food into their mouths like they can barely spare the time instead of enjoying each bite. Meals are more than something to fill a belly but they are an experience! Each bite should dance along the taste buds.
    Silence: Silence may be comfortable to some but it leaves C’dhin wondering what everyone else is thinking.
    Laziness: There’s always a time to rest and even sleep in but C’dhin hates seeing someone slack off when they’re meant to be working. Nothing gets done that way.
    Disrespectful: Elders and leaders always deserve proper respect and it drives the man bonkers when he sees it not being given. In fact, everyone deserves it but his new role as a greenrider has shown him how wrong his beliefs have always been and many people disagree with him.
Habits/Mannerisms: C’dhin will often step back and ‘hmm’ thoughtfully over something he is making to even the instructions in wing practice. Tapping the side of his nose will often accompany this.
Strengths:
    Easy-going: It’s hard to rile up C’dhin. He can adapt to most anything and go with the flow and smile the entire time.
    Cheerful: He might be accused of seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses but C’dhin likes it and sees the good in most anything.
    Patient: It takes patience to make the perfect cake and master a tricky recipe and that has carried over into everyday life for C’dhin.
Flaws:
    Motor-mouth: C’dhin has a problem with keeping his mouth shut. He likes to talk and sometimes doesn’t let anyone else get a word in.
    Opinionated: While he has an opinion on most everything, it’s cooking that he criticizes the most. It’s likely the only thing he’ll say something negative about.
    Defensive: He’s not one to fight verbally or physically but when it comes down to his kitchen and what he has made, C’dhin is very defensive and will demand to know why such negativity is given and to prove themselves better.

Personal History
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[color=#B7E21D]Mother: Corrazine (189 AL)
    Rank: Kitchen Drudge
Father: Raidhinern (184 AL)
    Rank: Sr. Journeyman Baker
Siblings: Raizine (M, 204 AL)
Past Lovers/Partners: Annbaline (F, 205 AL), Unnamed (F)
Current Lovers/Partners: Currently no one of note.
Children: Unnamed (F, 228 AL)
Background Story:
    208 & 0: Corraidhin is born to proud parents as their second child.
    216 & 8: Corraidhin helps his mom with the late night cleaning of the Hold’s kitchen regularly and she quietly tells him stories of how she met his father and some cooking tricks she’s picked up.
    218 & 10: He starts to sneak into the kitchen to assist his dad with simple tasks like fetching ingredients after falling in love with the idea that baking is fun.
    220 & 12: After months of convincing his father and the other chefs, Corraidhin is officially accepted as an Apprentice in the bakercraft.
    Year & Age:
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    Year & Age:
    226 & 18: Three months after his 18th birthday, Corraidhin is tapped and made a Jr. Journeyman Baker.
    227 & 19: Corraidhin is Stolen after a night out drinking and celebrating one turn as a Journeyman. It was also the night after he successfully proposed to Annbaline, the cute kitchen worker he had been casually dating.
    228 & 20: A wild night that involved alcohol and a woman nine months earlier leaves him a father. He’s unsure what to make of it, having no training in that area and having left behind a woman he may have also impregnated before being Stolen. Eventually he accepts the little girl and makes regular trips to visit her, hands full of treats once she’s old enough for them.
    231 & 22: Two months before his 23rd birthday, Corraidhin tries his luck again and finds himself bonding to an adorable little green dragonet, Coroth.
    233 & 24: Somehow, he survives weyrlinghood and is given the name C’dhin at his graduation; the last class to do so as Weyrleader S’kef changed the rules of honorifics that night. It takes a while but he adjusts to the new name.
    233 & 25: With the turn rapidly coming to a close, Coroth finally takes to the sky for her virgin flight, making for a very confused C’dhin. Everyone assumed she would never rise and he’s left floundering in bed with a particularly rough bluerider.
    234 & 26: C’dhin is still floundering as he figures out his dragon’s flight schedule as she has already flown twice in the current turn.

Education
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[color=#B7E21D]Craft: Baker
Craft Rank: Jr. Journeyman
Date Apprenticed: 07.04.220 AL
Date Tapped: 226 AL
Specialty: Sweets such as pastries and candies.
Education Details Like any proper little wannabe in the kitchen, Corraidhin was taught the basics and tested in various areas of food prep. While he did okay at main dishes, he excelled in the dessert area, having a knack for knowing when the right temperature was reached and when something would go dry if left in any longer. He also had a creativeness that flared to life when allowed to do as he pleased for cakes and sweets.

Out Of Character Information

[color=#B7E21D]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
(Insulting Truths)
V'ler of Blue Veeth
R'nd of Blue Ayyonth
J'ver of Green Rilaleeyth
D'hys of Blue Zeianth
Rhaedalyn of Gold Aradissicath
Candidate Ryvian
K'tir of Brown Ghaeth
Gabrin of Telgar
Admin Contact: Yes
Anything else? Nope.

RP Example
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I’m a sample tag, look at me~

[size=20pt][color=#B7E21D]Dragon Details
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[color=#B7E21D]Name: Coroth
Pronounced: Core-auth
Colour: Green
Wing Rank: Wingrider
Place of Birth: Katila
Date of Birth: 04.06.231 AL
Clutch Name: World Above
    Clutch Mother: Gold Nirinath
    Clutch Father: Bronze Ronarth
    Key Word: COROT-7b
    Egg Name: Irresponsible Flight
    Egg Description: One of the more noticeable eggs due to its small size, it's a pale creamy yellow with what almost appears to have greenish tinted crosshatching of a darker pastel.
Measurements:
    Mature Length: 24’11
    Mature Height: 12’6
    Mature Wingspan: 37’4
    Scars & Markings: Initially, she has minor scrapes from her spat with Glieseth and Charath at the Hatching but they faded rather quickly.
General Appearance:
    Weyrlinghood: Strangely enough Coroth's wing membranes are the first areas to begin to show their new colours. They are smooth and unmarked thus far, though are a dirty olive green in colour.
    Adulthood: In contrast to her olive-hued membranes, Coroth's body has revealed itself to be bright and full of clashes. On a somewhat mutely coloured base tinged with grey, there are hundreds of thousands of thin, dead straight lines across her body. They come in two colours; neon and lime green. They criss cross everywhere in any which direction, with no real focus on any area of her body.

While she may rest in what was the larger than average length range at her time of maturity, Coroth appears quite odd looking. She is heavily muscled in her upper legs, with her lower legs and feet being quite thin and dainty. Her wing bones seem to reflect this as well, with the arm section of the bone being quite thick and bulky and the fingers being extraordinarily slim. She has a broad head that seems quite chunky, much like a draft horse.
Mind Voice:
Personality:
    General Personality: Coroth is a gentle green that means well but she can come off as a bit over the top and annoying with her questions. She’s extremely inquisitive and likes to know how things work as much as she likes discovering something new. It is because of this that she likes exploring and will usually wander off while C’dhin is busy for the day in the kitchen. She is constantly thinking and often times if someone tries to keep up they find themselves going insane with the subject-hopping.
    Likes:
Fire: She finds it rather pretty and enthralling with the way it can catch anyone’s attention and hold their gaze. She will often be caught staring into a flame. It’s a good thing as well since she also likes the warmth.
Warmth: It’s comforting and she feels safe when warm.
New things: Her inquisitive nature keeps her looking for something new all the time and she loves when she finds it.
    Dislikes:
Cold: There’s nothing at all pleasant about being cold! Shivering and teeth chattering are not things she likes to see, hear, or feel.
Rain: While she enjoys a good bath or swim in the lake, Coroth dislikes rain. It often leads to her feeling cold and it makes everyone crankier and there is less to do during that time.
Routine: Everything being set in the same routine day in and day out is boring. There’s no mystery to it and it’s hard to find something new when you know all about it already.
    Habits/Mannerisms: Coroth is highly inquisitive to match her fast-paced mind, she sticks her nose into simply everything to find something new to occupy herself with.
    Strengths: Despite her need to know everything, Coroth knows when to back off and leave well enough alone.
    Weaknesses: She can be easily irritated, especially if she’s not getting the results she expected. Coroth also has a tendency to move on quickly, her attention span drifting before everyone else’s.
Hex Code:
    Font: #B7EE11
    Background: #7EB063
    Preview: Coroth Speech
Infant Image: N/A here
Adult Image:


Created By: Initial Ideas by FeatherPirate, fleshed out by Insulting Truths

Inactivity Preference
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  Creator Name: Insulting Truths
  Preference: Team NPC
  Death: Allowed
 

Vendaris
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[color=#B03677]First Name: Vendaris
Pronounced: Ven-dare-is
Nicknames: Ven
Primary Rank: Weyrfolk
Secondary Rank: Carefree Spirit
Place of Birth: Telgar Weyr
Date of Birth: 01.12.207 AL
Weyrmate/Husband/Wife: N/A
Threadfall Theory: Everything seems to repeat, especially the bad, so it’s very likely that one day it will return.
Exiled With: Her parents
Kidnapping Response: A necessary evil, even if it possibly limited her chances at Impressing but how many hatchlings would have been lost without them?
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Elena Satine

Looks
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[color=#B03677]Eyes: Large and warm brown.
Hair: Rich copper tones that range from light to dark and falls midway down her back. Her fringe is kept long and often brushed off to one side. It is often worn loose just as regularly as it is worn up in a runner’s tail.
Height: 5’7
General Appearance: Being a child in exile didn’t do much to help her physique in adulthood. Vendaris is of a smaller frame, sometimes appearing to border on underfed and all skin and bones if she has been sick for days or run ragged. Due to the unbalanced diet of youth combined with her mother’s slight frame, Vendaris is slim and developed a small yet pleasing – in her biased opinion – chest, though she does lack in womanly curves that men seem to love. Not at all helping this petite appearance is her height that comes mostly from long legs.

Her skin is neither tanned nor pale but a speckling of freckles are on her arms and even chest thanks to turn after turn in the hot southern sun. Her mother says it’s a curse of their pretty red hair but Vendaris doesn’t mind them; they’re just another thing that makes her who she is.

Due to a vicious feline attack during exile, Vendaris has long scars from claws on her stomach, back, and thighs. For a while she left them completely covered at all times but now she’s not afraid to show them off when in the bath or at the lake. Typically her clothes still cover them but it’s not done out of shame.

Dressing Style: Very casual and comfortable describes her every day wear since she’s often busy with chores that range from berry gathering to laundry to even helping in the crèche. Colour isn’t overly important to Vendaris and while it was interesting to see the latest Northern styles coming in with the Stolen Candidates, she doesn’t pay much attention to that either. When it comes to fancy gatherings, a dress is sported, though again, colour, length, and style don’t usually factor into it. She’s a dream for any budding tailor.

Personality
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[color=#B03677]General Character Traits:
While she wouldn’t say she’s a walking contradiction, Vendaris does have a few things about her that go against each other.

On one hand, she enjoys life and every party is filled with dancing and smiles. Life is too short for those without a dragon to keep pouting over everything and to keep to themselves. On the other hand, however, she also enjoys time alone for reflection and a moment’s peace. It’s not good to dwell on things but it isn’t healthy to pretend nothing happened either. A happy medium is always needed and Vendaris will take the needed time to get away from everything for a short span of time to make sure she is still balanced and in check.

Thanks to her time with R’nd, Vendaris learned that nothing should be given only fifty percent. Everything should have full attention and all the passion that can be given, even if it’s only a short fling. Give it all, or what’s the point? R’nd made her feel like she was the only girl in the world in his eyes when they were together and Vendaris not only wants to always experience that but wants to give it back to others in return. She’s become very attentive and if she loves spending time with someone, she’ll make sure they’re aware of it.

Then again, she’s also a bit playful and might try to tease that someone by pretending she’s not paying attention. Such tactics are held for special occasions and special people. She’s learned who she can play around with and who is better left given strictly clear and honest answers to.

Overall, not much really gets to her. She has seen a lot in her youth from exile and survived it all. To Vendaris, there can’t be much worse than looking into the mouth of a feline or the fear that gripped her for the entire flight to the South. She’s very relaxed and goes with the flow. Like any normal human being, she can become angry or upset but those emotions are reserved for special occasions and Vendaris doesn’t let much affect her. Someone’s having a bad day and taking it out on her? She’ll shrug, let them yell, and continue on with her day.

Likes:
    Dancing: It’s carefree fun but it can also be sensuous. It is, after all, a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.
    Rain: Only a special sort of person goes out in the rain so she finds interesting people along her strolls between the raindrops. It also washes away the grime and misery of the day before the sun comes out to lift all moods once more. Dancing in the rain is held in the highest regard.
    Baths: There is nothing better than a long soak in the tub at the end of the day. It’s relaxing and a good time to be alone with thoughts. Of course, a friend in the tub is just as nice since they can help scrub those hard to reach spots since being clean is an added bonus to the tub time.
    Snuggling Under the Blankets: Whether alone or with someone, being wrapped up in a blanket on a cool night is comforting.
Dislikes:
    Slackers: If you have a job; do it. She likes the idea of not doing chores but it only hurts others and your own reputation. Work harder and faster to have more free time afterward.
    Felines: She hates that she’s afraid of them since the attack (that’s letting them win!) but she is. She still tenses up when one is seen and does her best to get away unnoticed.
    Talkers That Aren’t Listeners: Everything takes two. She hates people that love to talk and don’t give a chance to anyone else or tune out when someone has something to say. It’s rude!
Habits/Mannerisms: When she’s thinking, Vendaris will usually tap a finger on her lower lip. It almost looks like she’s biting the nail or sucking on the digit but it’s really just resting there.
Strengths:
    Good Communicator: While some might see it as talking too much, Vendaris knows how to express herself. Even when she’s in one of her quiet moods, that is easily conveyed and people know to leave her alone.
    Patient: Why rush through things? Chores, she can understand so free time can be enjoyed but taking time to enjoy the free time is nice. Waiting for a friend to arrive or a solution to be found for a problem doesn’t bother her either. Some things need a little extra time. She’s not going anywhere.
    Diplomatic: Since she goes with the flow and doesn’t seek to stir up trouble, Vendaris is good at seeing both sides of a situation and will even at times offer up what she knows to assist others. Some might call it more conniving and sneaky than anything else.
Flaws:
    Detached: While she may have learned to give her all in regards to passion and desire, Vendaris can come across as aloof and detached to the problems of others thanks to carefree nature.
    No True Motherly Instinct: She is an only child so she never even experienced having to look after a younger sibling. Since giving birth to both children, she felt no true connection to them and easily offered both daughters to her parents to raise. Now that they are older she spends more time with them but she has no real knack of mothering and is more of a friend.
    Comes on too Strong: Even with her mellow vibe, Vendaris can be a bit too much for some to handle with her desire to talk or simply enjoy life. She can struggle with toning herself down at times depending on the environment.

[size=20pt]Personal History
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[color=#B03677]Mother: Tristari (b. 190AL i. 203AL)
    Rank: Greenrider
Father: V’dak (Vendakat) (b. 180AL  i.192AL d. 234AL)
    Rank: Greenrider
Siblings: None
Past Lovers/Partners: R’nd, casuals, flight losers
Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious at the moment
Children:
Hysaris (F, 225 AL) with (D'hys)
Venwyn (F, 227 AL) with (R'nd)
Background Story:
    207 & 0: Vendaris is born.
    216 & 9: With the order to go South to avoid the plague, Vendaris is taken along by her parents. There was a brief moment of considering leaving her at a Hold but the child wouldn’t hear of it and the parents that had yet to conceive again in the end couldn’t part with her.
    216-219 & 9-12: For the most part, exile isn’t too bad for the young girl in terms of keeping herself busy with exploring and making up solitary games but the lack of variety in food and how scarce it could be wasn’t nearly as fun.
    220 & 13: Towards the end of exile, Vendaris is attacked by a feline while she’s out gathering fruit for the day’s meals. She is horribly mauled on her stomach, back, and thighs and in bed for nearly a sevenday as the fever from the infection grips her.
    220 & 13: The call to reunite is met with mixed emotions. She’s thrilled to be back with people other than her parents but is shocked to see how little remain, especially from their Weyr. Her recent attack leaves just as confused since proper Healers can look after her but she’s ashamed of the marks
    225 & 18: Vendaris finds herself pregnant from an encounter with D’hys while he was caught up in flight lust. The sex was rough and he was far from kind in regards to her scarring to the point that she was turned off of sexual encounters with men. Up to this point, she didn’t care what gender her lover was so long as she was attracted to them. The child was kept solely because her mother had conceived only once before but miscarried. She wanted to give back to her parents and lets them have main care of the girl.
    227 & 20: She was lucky enough to receive R’nd’s attention and after his kindness and pretty smile wore her down, Vendaris learned to love passion no matter who she was with again. Her fling with the flighty bluerider left her pregnant again and she gave birth to a second daughter. Her parents are thrilled to have another child to look after. She doesn’t Stand for Renewed Hope due to the pregnancy.
    231 & 24: Stands for World Above and fails to Impress. It was her first Hatching and while disappointed, life moves on and Vendaris bounces back quickly. D’ren’s announcement that women needed to have a child to Stand doesn’t bother her since she already had two kids and thinks it’s a small price to pay for the others to have a chance at a dragon. B’jin’s lashing breaks her heart and Vendaris wonders how someone could do that to another human, orders or no.

    232 & 24: Firelizards! Vendaris was shocked to see them again but doesn’t attempt to Impress one. She, like many others, is still cautious around them. Near the end of the turn, Weyrleader D’ren is poisoned and Vendaris can’t fathom why anyone would harm a kind man. When S’kef takes over, suspicions arise but she doesn’t voice them. She’s just thankful gentle Ronarth and D’ren are okay.
    233 & 25: Midway through the turn, World Above graduates and S’kef uses it to announce female riders no longer have honorifics. It’s another shock and odd at first but there aren’t that many female riders since the plague and she only called her mother ‘mom’ anyway. Vendaris also makes the decision to no longer Stand shortly after this. She’s close to aging out and honestly no longer minds that she’ll never have a dragon. It would have been wonderful but it allows for more freedom and her thoughts are still only her own.
    234 & 27: The landslide rocked her world as much as it did the Weyr as it took her father away from her. Her children and mother survive and she cherishes her time with them all the more. She still doesn’t take over watching the kids full time, especially as she sees her mom needs that connection more than she does.

Education
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[color=#B03677]Craft: Basic general education
Specialty:Reading
Education Details Vendaris was only beginning the basics when the plague hit. Her parents did the best they could by reading to her from the few books she had packed or drawing letters and words in the sand. At Katila, she sat in on some lessons but her writing is sloppy and she has no head for numbers. Reading to the children in the crèche is about all she is good for in terms of assisting in education.

Out Of Character Information

[color=#B03677]Created By: Insulting Truths
Additional Accounts & Ranks:
(Insulting Truths)
(V'ler) of Blue Veeth
(R'nd) of Blue Ayyonth
(J'ver) of Green Rilaleeyth
(D'hys) of Blue Zeianth
(Rhaedalyn) of Gold Aradissicath
Candidate (Ryvian)
(K'tir) of Brown Ghaeth
(Gabrin) of Telgar
(C'dhin) of Green Coroth
Admin Contact: You have it.
Anything else? @_@

RP Example
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Sample, sample, sample, sample, sample, sample, sample, sample, taaaag, taaaag, ooooh it’s a taaaag~

I love your sample tags! Always such intriguing reads :P

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T’ryn of Bronze Syrendryth

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Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Cody Simpson
Inactivity Preference:
      Creator Name: Insulting Truths
      Player Name: Insulting Truths
      Preference: Adoptable/NPC
      Death?: Allowed

Original Name: Telrynd
      Pronounced: Tell-Rind (like the element wind)
Honorific: T’ryn
      Pronounced: Tuh-rin
Nicknames: N/A

Dragon Name: Syrendryth
      Pronounced: psy-ren-drith
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: N/A

Primary Rank: Bronze Weyrling
      Secondary Ranks: Weyrbrat

Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 17.04.222 AL
Searched By: N/A; Weyrbrat
      Search Date: N/A; Weyrbrat
      Impression Age: 12, 29.07.234
      Physical Age: 12

Partner: N/A

Appearance

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Eyes: Large blue bordering on grey eyes that can leave him looking bewildered at times. Other times, he can almost pull off his father’s charm with soft expressions.

Hair: Light blonde locks that are styled slightly on the messy side. They are also too long to be called short but too short to be anything else.

Height: 5’1; Average height for his age and still growing. At 18 he will be his full height of 5’11.

General Appearance: Telrynd has his father’s jawline and facial structure which makes for an uncanny similarity that most people can’t overlook. The only difference that is strongly noticeable between the two men is Telrynd’s full plush lips which he gets from his mother. It’s due to those lips and wide bright eyes that Telrynd can pull off dramatic expressions ranging from extremely pouty to large smiles that fully reflect his mood since he hasn’t mastered acting otherwise.

His skin is a light even tan thanks to his time being divided with chores and playing outdoors and classes and quiet time spent inside. His frame is that of a typical young man where he still retains the baby fat of youth. As he grows in height for the next several turns, the softness his body still projects will fade away and leave behind more muscle on a thin yet sturdy frame that comes from his father.

Dressing Style: Very casual and comfortable so he’s never hindered in anything he does but his clothes are always surprisingly clean.

Personality

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General Character Traits: Telrynd knows when to be quiet and behave but also knows when and how to have fun. He’s typically rather mellow but when something he really likes or enjoys is happening, he can be a normal boy laughing and joking with the best of them.

Due to knowing who his father is, despite R’nd not knowing about him, Telrynd often feels like he has a reputation to live up to and will sometimes try his hand at being as charming as the bluerider or flirting with pretty girls. Given his young age, he’s not entirely into the idea of dating and everything that comes with it just yet but he figures practice makes perfect. Once his father knows and the Weyr has confirmation of what they always suspected, Telrynd will feel a new level of pressure as he tries to be the perfect son to the man he has always wanted to know and views as a role model. Still more into being a dragonrider than a lover, Telrynd flails and often fails at relationships as he tries to discover his own identity.

When left to his own devices and not worrying about expectations, Telrynd is a clever boy that likes working out puzzles and strategies. If there is any pressure on him to solve the issue, he doesn’t notice but instead finds it an almost soothing task. There’s a sense of purpose that takes over as he works on them and pride when everything is solved.

Habits/Mannerisms: He’s actually rather easy to make blush and shuffles from foot to foot when nervous or feeling especially awkward.

Opinions:
      Threadfall Theory: It could be back but he wants more evidence to make a proper stance.
      Stealing/Kidnapping: There had to be another option than that.
      Firelizards: They vanished for a reason and returned with one. What it is, he hasn’t figured out yet but that’s part of their allure to him.
      Return North: He was born and raised at Katila and knows nothing of the North except old tales. He’s a bit afraid of leaving the only home he knows but is interested in the challenges the move will bring.

Likes:
[div class="KATILANIMPspinelists"]Puzzles:

Both the pictures that need to be assembled and word puzzles. He likes the challenge behind each.

Swimming:

Possibly one of his favourite pastimes though it usually results in splashing around in the river due to lack of rides to the lake.

Watching Wing Practice:

One day he’ll be in one so why not learn strategies early?

Dislikes:

Keeping Secrets:

His entire existence is a secret as he’s not allowed to tell his father that he is his father. Everyone should be open with each other all the time.

Sweets:

Special occasions will see him eat a small piece but generally Telrynd prefers fruits and vegetables as snacks.

Judgemental People:

Everyone does it, even he can do it at times, but Telrynd hates people that automatically judge and assume something about someone based on the colour of dragon they bonded to or if they have all limbs intact.

Strengths:

Level-headed:

Even when he listens to his heart and does something impulsively, Telrynd manages to find his stride again and works through issues he’s faced with.

Passionate:

Too young to put it into a romantic relationship, but if Telrynd likes something, he puts all of his dedication and attention into it, showing a real zest for it.

Amiable:

Telrynd isn’t always outgoing but he’s rather friendly and finds it easy to get along with most everyone. Growing up in the crèche has helped him in learning to adapt to each type of person and various age groups.

Flaws:

Self-doubt:

When it shows up, it can hit Telrynd hard and he ends up questioning what he’s doing and if it’s right or if he’s the best choice.

Perfectionist:

Telrynd holds himself to high standards and while he’s not a poor sport or sore loser, he doesn’t think second best is good enough. He wants to be the best at what he does and will train over and over and learn all he can to ensure he’s perfect in something.

Rigorous:

Telrynd still knows how to have fun and might be tempted into misbehaving by the right person for the right reason but he was raised to follow and respect rules and procedures. 

Personal History

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Father: R’nd b.203 AL d. --
    Rank: Bluerider
Mother: Telerii b.201 AL d. --
    Rank: Creche Worker
Siblings: He only has half-siblings on his father’s side. Knows most of them.
Female01 (F 224 AL)
Ayontay (M 226 AL) (full brother to Wynera) with Tyeravi
Venwyn (F 227 AL) with (Vendaris)
Wynera (F 229 AL) (full sister to Ayontay) with Tyeravi
Male03 (M 229 AL)
Male04 (M 229 AL)
Benden (M 05.04.231 AL) with Volfetti
Winrit and Zinve (M 231) with Mevrit

Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A

Background Story:

222 & Born:

Telrynd is born without any real fanfare to Telerii, coming at the end of the baby boom brought on by the reunion of the dragonriders.

227 & 5:

His mom takes him to the first Katilan Hatching. He’s too young to remember much in later life but he does remember his mom’s joy and pride when Orwind Impresses blue Ayyonth.

229 & 07:

Takes a tumble off a slippery rock at the lake, cutting his leg open. He heals without issue but has a small jagged scar to remind him to always watch his step.

231 & 09:

Becomes friends with Indamor. Suspects it’s because of their fathers’ relationship but humours the other kid. Actually starts to like Indamor as a real friend soon into their new alliance.

233 & 11:

Begins the countdown to his twelfth birthday so he can Stand. He’s too young to understand most of the political drama stirring up but knows Candidates are needed and he wants to prove himself worthy to a dragon, the Weyr, and especially his father.

234 & 12:

Finally old enough to start Standing! Impresses a bronze at his first Hatching, becoming T’ryn, and is rewarded with the landslide that nearly kills him and Syrendryth.

235 & 13:

Still living in Katila based on his weyrling status, T’ryn keeps focused on becoming a dragonrider and learning how to be a son to R’nd now that he told the bluerider the truth.

Education

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Craft: Basic Weyr education.
      Specialty: Telrynd has a basic grasp on reading and writing (though cursive is hard for him in both areas) and is good at numbers and creative thinking that is more aligned with strategy than writing a story or song.

Craft Rank: N/A
      Date Apprenticed: N/A
      Date Tapped: N/A
      Mastership Obtained: N/A

Education Details Since he was old enough to partake in classes and especially once they started bringing in new Harpers, Telrynd received the basic education that Katila did its best to provide.

Dragon Information

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Dragon Name: Syrendryth
      Name Pronounced: psy-ren-drith
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: N/A
      Wing Rank: N/A

Hatching Date: 29.07.234 AL

Home Weyr: Katila
To see full profile, please see the next post.

RP Sample

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T’ryn always loved watching the wings practice even before he had a dragon of his own. His theory was that one day he would be a part of a wing and it was to his benefit to learn drills and formations. There was also something wonderful about watching so many dragons flying together as well. Now that he had bonded to a bronze, T’ryn couldn’t help but hold onto the new hope that he would lead a wing one day. Perhaps, he added hastily to his dreams, with not the same methods as R’nya. That man had some strange ideas for warm ups and group activities. It was fun watching grown men – his father included – play silly games though.

Speaking of his father, it seemed practice was over and R’nd was currently stripping off layers of clothing and dabbing a towel to his face. Just like with silly warm-ups, there were cool downs as well and the dragonriders were left sweaty and sometimes grumpy. As he watched R’nd affectionately pet Ayyonth’s neck and laugh at something the blue must have said, the usual desire to purposely talk to R’nd took hold stronger than ever.

Why was he still listening to his mom and keeping everything a secret? He was nearly thirteen and a man grown! He also Impressed to a bronze, so he definitely had a say in whether or not R’nd should know he had another son. This was the perfect time as well. R’nd was mostly alone with his wingmates starting to head their own ways and B’jin wasn’t around. It was nice to see people in love but those two seemed to be glued at the hips some days and it made it hard to approach either of them. Then go to him and tell him everything that’s on your mind, Syrendryth put in with a yawn. He had enjoyed watching the wing practice curled up in the sun with his eyes closed.

Running out of ideas to keep him from moving, T’ryn finally jumped to his feet and tried not to run as he made his way over to the blue pair. Syrendryth took a moment before following and sat down a few feet behind his rider as moral support. “Hello, R’nd,” that was a good start! Greetings were always civilized and gained the proper attention. Now, he just had to find a way to point out his parentage in the same easy manner.

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M’ris of Mosiath

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Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Bradley Cooper
Inactivity Preference:
      Creator Name: Insulting Truths
      Player Name: Insulting Truths
      Preference: Adoptable
      Death?: Allowed

Original Name: Marnaris
      Pronounced: marn-ah-wris
Honorific: M’ris
      Pronounced: Muh-wris
Nicknames: Missy

Dragon Name: Mosiath
      Pronounced: Mo-see-aath
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: S’kef’s

Primary Rank: Wingrider
      Secondary Ranks: Bronzerider

Place of Birth: Cot hold in High Reaches region
Date of Birth: 20.07.192 AL
Searched By: NPC Searchrider
      Searched Date: 08.04.205 AL
      Impression Age: 15, 23.07.207 AL
      Physical Age: 29

Exiled With: Sarendall of gold Karith

Partner: N/A

Appearance

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Eyes: A light shade of blue that brightens when he’s in a good mood and looks dull when he’s a bit listless himself.

Hair: A light shade of brown, his hair wouldn’t be all that remarkable if it wasn’t for the wavy curl that takes over his slightly scruffy length.

Height: 6’0

General Appearance: Given his rather unhealthy lifestyle in recent turns, M’ris had put on extra weight that didn’t come from muscle mass. Once he started to straighten out his life again, his physique, while still a bit softer than some others, has regained some of its tone and strength. He has defined arms and legs with his abdomen losing the extra padding and slowly coming along to something worth showing off.

Face-wise, M’ris has a rather sculpted jawline that ends in a point rather than the strong jaw most manly men sport. Whether done subconsciously or not, he usually has a few-days-old stumble that gives him a more masculine look than a clean shave does. Thanks to his slender jawline, his large ears seem all the more prominent, making that the main reason he keeps his hair long enough to help camouflage them.

Dressing Style: While it’s hard to do so in varying stages of exile, M’ris does prefer to put a bit of effort into his clothing. A nice shirt and well-tailored pants are all he really needs though. No excess in details and colour isn’t overly important either. Darker tones suit him fine and require little thought about matching.

Personality

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General Character Traits:
While hardly classified as a ladies’ man and certainly doesn’t rank as highly as some of the blueriders running around, M’ris is a man that enjoys the carnal pleasures liberally. He doesn’t sleep with every woman that looks his way but he also finds it perfectly acceptable to have more than one woman warming his bed on any given night and doesn’t exactly shy away from letting that be known. In truth, while on some level he does enjoy the physical contact, it has become more of a habit borne of necessity. It helped him to cover up the pain of his mate that died in exile, something that nearly drove him to the brink of insanity and would have left him drowning in the ocean if it wasn’t for his dragon’s devotion.

Women help him keep the pain of his loss buried and gives him something fun to do now that so much time has passed and he’s been able to move on to some degree. That wasn’t his only coping device, however. Once Katila was established and supplies were being brought back with the secret scouting parties, M’ris took up drinking to the point where he blacked out on more than one occasion. He’d wake with little to no memory of the previous night – or several days if he had been binge drinking. Oftentimes he was a happy drunk that bordered on goofy and annoying. It took a lot of time, patience, and fists to the face to help M’ris find his way back out from the bottom of the bottle. Despite the addiction that started to rule his life, he never fully quit drinking but limits himself to a few drinks on special events, like Hatchings.

The personality that shines when he isn’t drunk or seducing someone into bed is rather personable. He’s not a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination but he doesn’t seek out the shadows to hide in either. He is often smiles and friendly with a hint of silliness but just as easily, he can silently agree and follow orders from his superiors or be miserable towards someone that irritates him.

Given his rank of bronzerider, M’ris has always believed he is among the top of the food chain and arrogance shines through. He has respect for the Weyrleader and his Wingleader but he also expects everyone else to treat him with reverence as well. The current trend that Katila fell into of brownriders working above their station and taking the positions meant for bronzeriders rubbed him the wrong way and he tried, usually in vain, to rally support against the upstarts and troublemakers – notably, of course, brownrider S’kef.

Habits/Mannerisms: M’ris drums his hands on his legs when sitting and bored.

Opinions:
      Threadfall Theory: If it returns, we’ll be ready. If it doesn’t, then I guess we party and celebrate our good fortune.
      Stealing/Kidnapping: A bad decision that benefited the Weyr and dragons. If it ever left a bad taste, the after taste washed it away.
      Firelizards: Initially he wanted nothing to do with them but once everything seemed normal, he viewed them as nothing more than pesky little things.
      Return North: The North and South hold good and bad memories for M’ris. He doesn’t really care either way where he is but he sees the move as beneficial for dragons if nothing else.

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Likes:
[div class="PLAGUEspinelists"]Painting with Watercolours:

A recent hobby; M’ris finds a new tranquility in himself when he’s playing with heavily diluted paints that glide over parchment with ease. He has no talent and what he ends up with is mostly a page with colours swirled around.

Swimming:

It’s a good way to cool off and relax but it can also be used to fool himself into exercising.

The Mystery Notes:

He’s actually bordering on being obsessed with them. They’re poorly written but fun is still conveyed and M’ris gets a good laugh out of them. He’s always waiting for the next one to appear and checks the boards regularly.

Dislikes:

Healers:

This stems from his hatred of dragon healers that couldn’t do anything to stop the plague. He doesn’t trust Healers and wonders about motives at times, especially when prominent people in their Weyr die under a Healer’s watch.

Exercise:

Once, he didn’t mind it so much but since falling out of shape and living a lazy life for too long, M’ris hates exercising from sit-ups to push ups to running. Nothing enjoyable comes from it though he does appreciate the body he’s starting to get again.

Food Allergies:

Redfruit leaves his face red and blotchy though it isn’t as bad as the way cheese can affect him. Cheese often leaves him with stomach cramps and while it is a common part of meals, M’ris has learned to bypass it.

Strengths:

Reliable:

Despite his party boy phases, M’ris can clean up and show up when he is truly needed.

Adventurous:

M’ris is always up for exploring and views new things as a challenge that shouldn’t get in the way.

Charismatic:

His easy nature and love of laughing make him popular with most and he’s been known to sway people to his way of thinking more than once with a smile and the right words.

Flaws:

Addictive Personality:

While he can eventually moderate some addictions, M’ris can easily fall into a habit of constantly turning to something whether for comfort or the thrill. Booze, sex, and even his secret affair with K’tir all qualify for this.

Impulsive:

He doesn’t always stop to think what the consequences are before suddenly doing something.

Detached:

Since the death of his mate, M’ris can flirt with the best of them but he never gets attached and there are some that see through the guise and know he’s a bit empty inside when it comes to other people.

Personal History

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Father: Jeristan, b.167, d.217
    Rank: Farmer
Mother: Marena, b.170, d.220
    Rank: Wife/Mother
Siblings:
Marris [b.187]
Jerna [b.190]

Past Lovers/Partners: Sarendall of gold Karith [b.195 d.219]
Current Lovers/Partners: K’tir, several women (if you have a female interested in being a bedmate, PM me!)
Children:
Renris [F] [b.213] with Sarendall
Saris [F] [b.215] with Sarendall
Unnamed [M] [b.224] with Unknown (Can be claimed; not yet known)
Unnamed [F] [b.226] with Unknown (Can be claimed; not yet known)
Unnamed [M] [b.231] with Unknown (Can be claimed; M’ris knows of this one)

Background Story:

192 & 0:

Marnaris is born; the third son for his parents.

202 & 10:

He’s deemed more than old enough to begin seriously helping around the farm and Marnaris gains a new respect for his father and the discipline that is needed for maintaining such a scheduled routine. He’s still not overly fond of it, though.

205 & 13:

A Searchrider notices him on a trip to the market with his family. Given his parents could barely afford to send the eldest son to a Hall and nothing truly remarkable awaited him outside a marriage to a bland girl as he got older, Marnaris eagerly accepts the offer to Stand.

206 & 14:

His rather girly eyes and slightly longer than the current trend hairstyle leaves him open to ridicule from older Weyrbrats and Weyrlings, especially when he doesn’t Impress for the first several Hatchings he Stands for.

207 & 15:

Impresses to Mosiath, the first bronze of the clutch.

209 & 17:

Graduation! He takes up the name M’ris, much to the delight of some of the other riders who call him Missy and other girly names but now that he’s a full-fledged bronzerider, M’ris flaunts his rank when needed to get his way.

210 & 18:

Wins his first gold flight early in the turn and proudly watches the Hatching his wonderful dragon sired.

211 & 19:

M’ris is horrified that Mosiath chased a green. He’s proud the dragon won another flight but the rider was male and M’ris wasn’t thrilled with waking beside a man despite having finally accepted it as natural – for other people to indulge in.

212 & 20:

Wins the maiden flight of a different gold, one that Mosiath takes a strong interest in. M’ris himself doesn’t find the goldrider all that bad either and takes up a relationship with her later in the turn.

213 & 21:

His first child with Sarendall is born.

214 & 22:

Having managed to win all of Sarendall’s flights, the Weyr considers them mated and M’ris finds himself developing stronger than expected feelings for the woman that leaves him okay with being mated.

215 & 25:

His second child with Sarendall is born.

216 & 24:

The plague is working its way through the dragon population and the order is given to flee South in order to save as many dragons as possible. The suggestion to split up is ignored by M’ris who refuses to let Sarendall out of his sight and they make the trip together, setting up their own little camp when they finally reach land. Their two young children are left with their favourite crèche worker who stayed in the North.

217-218 & 25-26:

While it was nothing to brag about, their quaint hut is destroyed in a storm one night, forcing them to start over yet again. Other than that set back, M’ris doesn’t mind too much the life spent with his mate, though the longing for a few more friends and music hits at times.

219 & 27:

At the end of the turn, Sarendall falls ill and with the lack of supplies and knowledge, she dies with Karith taking them between. This event breaks M’ris to the point where he was suicidal, begging Mosiath to take him to his mate and telling him to stop saving him from the ocen’s embrace. Eventually the bond outweighed the grief and M’ris managed to keep himself alive for his dragon’s sake.

220 & 28:

The call to reunite is heard but M’ris hesitates. Mosiath encourages him it’s better to move on then to continue staying in the place that holds the good and bad memories and they finally join up with the survivors.

221-226 & 29-34:

Alcohol, as bad as the Katilan attempts are, becomes of his favourite thing and M’ris spends turns lost in its comforting embrace to assist him in forgetting the pain and horrors of exile. Regardless of hour, he’s likely drunk or hungover from days of binge drinking. Luckily he’s not a violent drunk but his wandering hands and lewd comments to the wrong women earn him smacks by gentle hands or punches by heavy fists. That doesn’t mean he’s never successful and finds himself in different beds regularly.

227 & 35:

Nirinath rising pleases Mosiath but M’ris’ foggy mind hinders the win. The event, however, assists in cleaning M’ris up and he eases up on the drinking. New eggs after so long is a sign of hope to him and he finally realises that Sarendall wouldn’t like or forgive him for his sorry state.

228-231 & 36-39:

Drinking becomes something to be done when celebrating or mourning and now that he’s more sober than not, M’ris begins making friends in better circles and applying himself more to assisting others and the Weyr.

231 & 39:

Drunk and horny at the World Above feast, M’ris meant to find a female partner but ended up with brownrider K’tir. Shocked that he had enjoyed himself, M’ris finds himself taking K’tir up on his offer to stop by again sometime a half a month later. While women are still preferred, the thrill of sneaking around to meet with the brownrider that can keep a secret adds to the desire to continue meeting.

232 & 40:

The return of Firelizards puts M’ris a bit on edge and he watches them closely until it is shown they aren’t about to start the second plague. The attempt on D’ren’s life isn’t taken well. Even if there were flaws in the man’s leadership, he was still their leader and a bronzerider. To find out another bronzerider was responsible disgusts M’ris and he doesn’t mourn T’shiro after the execution. He does, however, quietly voice his displeasure at seeing a brownrider step up.

233 & 41:

The announcement S’kef makes that women riders are no longer allowed honorifics makes sense to M’ris and is one of the few things he so far agrees on with the brownrider. Having once been mated to a gold, he always felt keeping their full name was its own honour and girls on fighting dragons don’t need to pretend they’re one of the boys by taking on an honorific.

234 & 42:

The landslide brings back horrible memories and M’ris falls back into the bottle for quite some time. Aradissicath’s clutch hatching without issue helps to sober him up again as he sees hope isn’t entirely lost just yet.

235 & 43:

Continues to assist in setting up Telgar Hold, finding pleasure with some of his affairs, and pondering the whisperings that someone new and riding a bronze should step back up to the leadership.

Education

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Craft: Basic Education
      Specialty: Reading.

Craft Rank: N/A
      Date Apprenticed: N/A
      Date Tapped: N/A
      Mastership Obtained: N/A

Education Details M’ris has the basic of basics taught by wandering Harpers in the region since his parents couldn’t afford to send him to a Hall. He expanded a bit on his reading and writing at the Weyr.

Dragon Information

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Dragon Name: Mosiath
      Name Pronounced: Mo-see-aath
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: S’kef’s
      Wing Rank: Wingrider

Hatching Date: 23.07.211 AL
Birthing Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Home Weyr: Telgar Weyr
Clutch Name: Fragmented Memories
      Clutch Mother: Gold Flodareth
      Clutch Father: Bronze Tanroth
      Key Word: Compassion
      Egg Name: Compassion
      Egg Description: This cream coloured egg is rather average in size but makes up for it in the way a toffee colour swirls freely from top to bottom, spiralling around the egg until it pools along the base.
     
Appearance:
      Length: 24.7
      Height: 12
      Wingspan: 36
      Scars & Markings:
      Weyrlinghood: Mosiath was rather gangly in youth with an awkward gait.
      Adulthood: His wings are slightly too small for his frame which, while wouldn’t be classified as ‘fat’ isn’t slender either. Before the plague and founding of Katila, Mosiath was considered rather average in size for bronze dragons but now, with each clutch that hatches, he finds himself ending up on the smaller end of dragon sizing; especially since browns and a lot of blues are becoming larger than him.

Colour-wise, as an adult, Mosiath’s hide is almost a creamy gold with its soft shade of bronze. The wing sails are of a deeper bronze, just as the fingers of lightning that spread over his body are.

Mindvoice: A deep rumble when he’s relaxing or pleased but it takes on a slightly higher pitch when he’s in high spirits and energetic.

General Character Traits: Mosiath has a surprising understanding of others and goes out of his way to make dragon and human alike comfortable. He’s interested in problems that he can help solve, be it a physical task or even a mental or emotional issue.

That isn’t to say he’s entirely selfless, however. He is still bonded to M’ris and the man’s arrogance has rubbed off some over the years. Mosiath can use his station to his benefit when needed but rarely looks down upon others without an extremely good reason.

Habits/Mannerisms: Sleeps on his back when napping in the sun.

Likes:

Playing I-Spy:

Mosiath doesn’t care if it seems childish, he simply loves observing everything around him and playing the game with others to see if they are as observant. He’s taken to playing with the newly hatched since they’re so energetic and curious.

Peering Over Shoulders:

He’s a curious dragon and sometimes waiting to be let in on the story and news isn’t good enough and he peeks over shoulders and heads to see what’s going on.

Like 3:

Dislikes:

Being Painted:

M’ris saw children painting Grith once and had the idea to try out his new hobby on Mosiath. It didn’t go over well. The typically kind and docile dragon will usually vanish when anyone comes too close with paint in hand.

Dislike 2:

Dislike 3:

Strengths:

Diplomatic:

Mosiath is rather skilled in playing the middle ground and helping both sides come to an understanding. He’s rather impartial.

Sympathetic:

Not one to let someone suffer alone, Mosiath will curl up beside someone and be their shoulder to cry on as he listens to issues.

Practical:

Countering M’ris’ impulsiveness, Mosiath is a thinker and doesn’t jump head long into trouble.

Flaws:

Arrogant:

He might come across as a nice guy but he thinks rather highly of himself.

Gullible:

When his bleeding heart is stronger than his arrogance, Mosiath can fall for mind games and be taken advantage of.

Flaw 3:

     
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Dragon Created By: Insulting Truths

RP Sample

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M’ris sighed as he walked away from the bulletin board. As feared, no new mystery note had been placed. He was starting to suspect that the writer was someone stationed in a different Weyr or perhaps it had been one of those jaded fellows that had been kidnapped to benefit the dragons? Regardless of who was the actual writer, they weren’t writing now and M’ris frowned as he strolled over to Mosiath.

Reactions had been mixed since the very first one. Some people were embarrassed, some appalled, some amused, and some wanted to harm the writer since they had been the subject of the torrid tales. M’ris had yet to star in one and even if he did, he’d just laugh like he did when reading the others. They were poorly written but the message was still conveyed and the people involved most likely didn’t act that way behind closed doors but that was all part of the charm. It almost inspired him to write his own tales since the actual writer wasn’t up to the task lately.

You know that wouldn’t be nice and it could hurt someone, the concern in Mosiath’s tone was enough to currently keep M’ris from finding writing equipment but that didn’t mean he’d keep from coming up with fun pairs and scenarios in his mind for his own amusement. You are incorrigible, Mosiath sighed but there was a hint of humour as well. Thoughts that stayed between them were far better than ones that landed on paper for all to see. He’d work with what he was given.

Ready for practice now that you got your morning check in? The bronze asked as M’ris climbed up and strapped in. “I guess so. I think it’s too nice of a day for a wing practice but the wingleader knows best, right?” M’ris continued to laugh as Mosiath took off to head to their designated meeting place for practice. He’d just have to get to that relaxing for rest of the day afterwards.

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Quilriana

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Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Hitomi Shimatani
Inactivity Preference:
Creator Name: Insulting Truths
Player Name: Insulting Truths
NPC: Community
Adoptable: Yes
Death: Allowed

Original Name: Quilriana
      Pronounced: Quill-ree-ann-ah
Nicknames: Quil

Primary Rank: Tavern Maid
      Secondary Ranks: Mother & Mistress

Place of Birth: Telgar
Date of Birth: 09.09.206 AL

Partner: N/A

Appearance

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Eyes: Almond shaped and clear bright brown.

Hair: Black with a bit of wave to it that is kept long, roughly midway down her back. She wears it down as much as she has it pulled back.

Height: 5’7

General Appearance: Despite her lean form, she still has curves brought on from motherhood. Her frame also poses as a good optical illusion as she has excellent upper body strength from turns of working in the tavern. A bright smile is often on her face.

Dressing Style: Quilriana loves flowing girly dresses that are cinched at the waist which show off just enough of her curves without being too bold.

Personality

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General Character Traits: Despite being a rather proper lady by all intents and purposes, Quilriana has learned to let down her hair a bit since becoming a widower. She knows the likelihood of a man wanting her for a wife at her current stage in life is low and she has embraced that. She has her children to think about and her focus now is to provide for them and help her aging father with the family business, though her brother is the one to inherit.

While she does spend a lot of time working or with her kids, Quilriana still knows how to take some time for herself and enjoys having fun in whatever means it comes in.

She doesn’t expect much out of people though that’s hardly to say she thinks little of them. She simply takes what they offer and doesn’t hold out for anything more than that. There isn’t reason to. There’s only so much time in life and it shouldn’t be wasted in daydreams and hopes. After what life has already tossed her way, she’s decided to take it all in stride and enjoy.

Habits/Mannerisms: Twirls strands of hair around her fingers while thinking or needs something for idle hands to fidget with. Sometimes she’ll even do little braids.

Opinions:
      Threadfall Theory: Never put too much thought into it since it happened before her time.
      Stealing/Kidnapping: Horrible! There was likely a good reason for it but there had to be a better way as well.
      Firelizards: They’re cute but possibly a lot of work like any pet.
      Return North: She’s fascinated by dragons but a bit hesitant as well considering her experience with horses — dragons are a lot bigger!

Likes:
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It’s so peaceful! Working at a tavern and having two young children don’t leave Quilriana with a lot of quiet time or alone time so she enjoys a walk around the town when everyone else has gone to bed.

Strategy Games:

It doesn’t mean she’s all that good at them or really has anyone who will play against her or take her seriously as a partner, but Quilriana likes the challenge of the game.

Baths:

Another time where she can usually have a few minutes to herself as she soaks in the hot water and unwinds.

Dislikes:

Sleeping Alone:

Before she was married, Quilriana liked having room to move around but since being married, she’s learned to enjoy the presence of another person beside her and cuddling when she can. It’s something that is now missed and even the smallest of beds seems too large.

Comments About her Kids:

She might not look it, but Quilriana can be a fierce mother bear. Any ill-spoken word about them in her hearing will result in her standing up to the person regardless of age or gender.

Dislike 3:

Strengths:

Trustworthy:

Growing up and working in a tavern has left her with quite a few people spilling their secrets and life stories to her. She definitely knows how to keep her mouth closed, having learned doing otherwise can be bad for business and reputations.

Empathetic:

Again, thanks to her upbringing, Quilriana is good at understanding another’s feelings and it shows in her expressions as well.

Vibrant:

Despite the curveballs that life has tossed her way, Quilriana keeps an upbeat view on everything and enjoys smiling.

Flaws:

Timid:

When she first meets someone new, when that someone shows any level of interest in her, she can be a bit shy.

Superficial:

While she does try to avoid judging a book by its cover, Quilriana is still drawn in towards good-looking men or a pretty dress above most anything else.

Tolerant Smiles:

Despite her ability to keep secrets and show interest in what everyone says, there are some people she simply can’t stand and it shows in the smile she wears that is barely tolerant, as if she’s only humouring them.

Personal History

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Father: Rianadan, b.190
    Rank: Tavern Owner
Mother: Tanquila, b.193, d.230
    Rank: Wife
Siblings:
Tanrian [M] b.209

Past Lovers/Partners: Valistan b.201 d.231
Current Lovers/Partners: R’nya
Children:
Quinvalis [M] b.224
Quilista [F] b.229

Background Story:

206 & Born:

Quilriana is born, the first child for her parents.

209 & 3:

Her brother is born and she is excited to be an older sister.

212-216 & 6-10:

Her mother started bringing her into the kitchen at an early age to help with dishes, vegetables, and eventually baking. Free time was spent playing with other kids in the area.

223 & 17:

Quilriana marries a horse breeder that was a regular at the tavern. Her father was the one to push for the marriage.

224 & 18:

Their first child, a son, is born.

225-228 & 19-22:

Quilriana settles into the life of a mother and wife, raising her boy and helping with the household chores.

229 & 23:

Their second child, a beautiful girl, is born.

231 & 25:

During his usual morning routines, Valistan ended up being kicked in the chest by a startled horse. The healers couldn’t do anything and he passed away from the internal injuries. His brother lays claim on the farm and, not wanting to keep her children near the horses or stay there anymore, Quilriana moves back to the tavern to help out.

232-233 & 26-27:

234 & 28:

Shocked that dragons have returned but curious, Quilriana does her best to gather gossip and fact from customers and sneak peeks at gatherings.

235 & 29:

Currently still working at the tavern while raising her children.

Education

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Craft: Basic Education
      Specialty: Numbers

Craft Rank: N/A
      Date Apprenticed: N/A
      Date Tapped: N/A
      Mastership Obtained: N/A

Education Details Excels in numbers thanks to helping her father and husband with their inventories and measurements.

RP Sample

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As per usual, as soon as the door opened to the tavern, Quilriana looked up from her task and sent a smile to the newest patron. It never mattered if she knew the person or not or if she liked them or not. Everyone was welcomed equally under their roof, even the ones that were clearly new to the area and hesitating in the doorway to either scan for a quiet location or a familiar face.

She could tell the man was a dragonrider almost instantly. For one thing, he wasn’t a face she had seen around the tavern before but he also carried himself differently as he walked across the floor to a vacant seat – in a quiet area off to the side, she noted with a slight smirk of amusement. There was a poise and confidence to him that most of the men that worked the fields or the smiths. He almost commanded attention and respect with it. That, or he simply didn’t know how to let loose and was under as much pressure as a shaken corked bottle. Thinking on it, Quilriana realised she had also described a Lordling with either scenario. Another glance was sent to the mystery man and she decided he was definitely a dragonrider and not a Lordling.

The empty glasses Quilriana had grabbed from another table were set down at the bar and a damp rag was picked up. She had her suspicions about what he was but she wouldn’t know for certain until contact was made and that was her job after all, at least, when she wasn’t helping in the kitchen. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted cheerfully with a bright smile before wiping down the table to make sure there wasn’t a sticky mess waiting for an arm to lean in. “Welcome to the Whetstone. Can I get you something to start with?”