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26.Jul.14, 12:34 PM
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Original Name: Ristandal
Pronounced: Ris-tan-dal
Honorific: N/A
Pronounced: N/A
Nicknames: N/A
Dragon Name: TBA
Pronounced: TBA
Dragon Colour: TBA
Wing Assigned: TBA
Wing Rank: TBA
Primary Rank: Weyrbrat
Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 21.11.221AL
Searched By: N/A
Search Date:
Impression Age: TBA
Physical Age: TBA
Partner: N/A
Eyes: Brown wide eyes.
Hair: Short dark brown locks are often sticking up like bed head.
Height: 5’6 (will be 6’2 when finished growing)
General Appearance:
Dressing Style:
General Character Traits: Ristandal is, to put it bluntly, odd. He’s a little quirky with his views on things and finds enjoyment and beauty in places others might not. Taking the time to appreciate everything that’s given him is essential and he doesn’t see the need to rush through life; unless life is demanding it. Ristandal does his best to go with the flow, no matter where it takes him. He’s just happy to keep up with it and all its twists and curveballs.
The fact that his dad is a bronzerider does give him some anxiety. There isn’t much pressure to be like him or Impress a bronze as well but Ristandal puts it on himself and worries he might be a disappointment if he doesn’t end up like his father. His biggest fear is to never Impress at all. How would that look? Everyone would see his dad as a failure and that stresses the usually perky and carefree teen far too much.
Craft: Basic Education
Specialty: Writing.
Craft Rank: N/A
Date Apprenticed: N/A
Date Tapped: N/A
Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details While he’s pretty average in the basic skills, Ristandal is taking an interest in wood working thanks to the rebuilding of Katila.
TBA
Ristandal knew the drill since this wasn’t his first Touching. In a way, he wished it was. He had turned fourteen days ago and had started Standing since he turned twelve. Failing wouldn’t have been so bad in general since he had others that were way more pathetic than him – like the twins; now that was sad! – but his father was a bronzerider and there was a lot of pressure on him to Impress like his dear pops. Not that his dad was actually the one doing the pressuring. Even his mom was okay with whatever happened and Ristandal secretly suspected that she hoped he didn’t Impress at all since it could be dangerous. But there were standards and the populace would think that the kid of a bronzerider should also Impress bronze. But Telrynd Impressed bronze and apparently his dad was a bluerider! So everyone really needed to back up and leave him alone about it.
With a sigh, Ristandal watched his classmates eagerly charge – politely – toward the eggs and followed them, only to trip on his shoelace that came undone. He sprawled onto hands and knees, wide eyes looking around at everyone to see if anyone noticed and then grinned, chuckled, and got up. The lace was tied and he was on his way, the event already forgotten since in his mind, it wasn’t a big deal. That sort of thing happened, though usually not during such important moments. At least it hadn’t been on an egg! He still felt bad for the guy that kicked one of Aradissicath’s eggs during the Hatching. That was a scary dragon!
With a bit more caution, Ristandal stepped up to an egg that had a faint olive colouring to it. If eggs were an indication of what was inside, he was likely screwed if this one liked him since it would clearly house a green dragon. No doubt it’d be like Larrikith as well given the colour sort of reminded him of the mossy green girl. Still, it called to him and Ristandal had his own theories about Touchings and egg identification.
The warmth of the egg spread through him as soon as his palm touched the smooth shell. He smiled, always enjoying the comforting sensation it brought as the dragonet within reached out for him. Once he had a dragonet that didn’t want him anywhere near it and it had felt like a jolt of lightning struck him and sent him staggering away but this time, there was done of that. The dragonet probed his most recent thoughts and a sensation of a frown was felt as it lingered on the feelings of failure and even being different. While the dragonet didn’t have a physical form just yet to do so, it still felt like arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace, encouraging him to keep being who he is and not to worry about anything anyone else says.
Ristandal nodded as he removed his hand with a bit of reluctance. Why worry about things no one could control? He’d Impress when he Impressed and to whichever colour that was meant for him. As he moved on to the next egg, Ristandal knew that hadn’t cured his fears and ponderings for the future but it was nice to know that perhaps he wasn’t wrong in thinking he was pretty amazing as he was. People teased him about his quirkiness as well and that never got to him but it still felt different since he didn’t know what his father thought about the other colours and what he wanted his children to do.
Ristandal
a lyrical subheading
Approved Special Features: N/A
Face Claim: Dylan O’Brien
Inactivity Preference:
Creator Name: Insulting Truths
Player Name: Insulting Truths
NPC: Team/Fade Out
Adoptable: Yes
Death: Allowed
Face Claim: Dylan O’Brien
Inactivity Preference:
Creator Name: Insulting Truths
Player Name: Insulting Truths
NPC: Team/Fade Out
Adoptable: Yes
Death: Allowed
Original Name: Ristandal
Pronounced: Ris-tan-dal
Honorific: N/A
Pronounced: N/A
Nicknames: N/A
Dragon Name: TBA
Pronounced: TBA
Dragon Colour: TBA
Wing Assigned: TBA
Wing Rank: TBA
Primary Rank: Weyrbrat
Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 21.11.221AL
Searched By: N/A
Search Date:
Impression Age: TBA
Physical Age: TBA
Partner: N/A
Appearance
a lyrical subheading
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Eyes: Brown wide eyes.
Hair: Short dark brown locks are often sticking up like bed head.
Height: 5’6 (will be 6’2 when finished growing)
General Appearance:
Dressing Style:
Personality
a lyrical subheading
[img width=333]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/platinum_tiger/Second%20Pass/RistandalBio2_zpsaa15971f.jpg[/img]
General Character Traits: Ristandal is, to put it bluntly, odd. He’s a little quirky with his views on things and finds enjoyment and beauty in places others might not. Taking the time to appreciate everything that’s given him is essential and he doesn’t see the need to rush through life; unless life is demanding it. Ristandal does his best to go with the flow, no matter where it takes him. He’s just happy to keep up with it and all its twists and curveballs.
The fact that his dad is a bronzerider does give him some anxiety. There isn’t much pressure to be like him or Impress a bronze as well but Ristandal puts it on himself and worries he might be a disappointment if he doesn’t end up like his father. His biggest fear is to never Impress at all. How would that look? Everyone would see his dad as a failure and that stresses the usually perky and carefree teen far too much.
Habits/Mannerisms: He giggles regularly as a somewhat nervous habit.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: Sounds horrifying! He hopes it doesn’t come back.
Stealing/Kidnapping: It’s a bummer but the dragonets needed more Candidates. But maybe asking people wouldn’t hurt.
Firelizards: So cute! He can’t quite believe they caused the plague though.
Return North: He’s never been so he’s cautiously excited.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: Sounds horrifying! He hopes it doesn’t come back.
Stealing/Kidnapping: It’s a bummer but the dragonets needed more Candidates. But maybe asking people wouldn’t hurt.
Firelizards: So cute! He can’t quite believe they caused the plague though.
Return North: He’s never been so he’s cautiously excited.
Likes:
[div class="KATILANCANspinelists"]Like 1:
[div class="KATILANCANspinelists"]Like 1:
Like 2:
Like 3:
Dislikes:
Dislike 1:
Dislike 2:
Dislike 3:
Strengths:
Strength 1:
Strength 2:
Strength 3:
Flaws:
Flaw 1:
Flaw 2:
Flaw 3:
Personal History
a lyrical subheading
Father: M’ris, b.192, d.xxx
Rank: Wingrider
Mother: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
Rank:
Siblings:
Renris [F] [b.213] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Saris [F] [b.215] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Unnamed [F] [b.226] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Unnamed [M] [b.231] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Rank: Wingrider
Mother: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
Rank:
Siblings:
Renris [F] [b.213] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Saris [F] [b.215] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Unnamed [F] [b.226] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Unnamed [M] [b.231] [Half-sibling through M’ris]
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Background Story:
221 & Born:
Ristandal is born.Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Year & Age:
Education
a lyrical subheading
Craft: Basic Education
Specialty: Writing.
Craft Rank: N/A
Date Apprenticed: N/A
Date Tapped: N/A
Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details While he’s pretty average in the basic skills, Ristandal is taking an interest in wood working thanks to the rebuilding of Katila.
Dragon Information
a lyrical subheading
TBA
RP Sample
a lyrical subheading
Ristandal knew the drill since this wasn’t his first Touching. In a way, he wished it was. He had turned fourteen days ago and had started Standing since he turned twelve. Failing wouldn’t have been so bad in general since he had others that were way more pathetic than him – like the twins; now that was sad! – but his father was a bronzerider and there was a lot of pressure on him to Impress like his dear pops. Not that his dad was actually the one doing the pressuring. Even his mom was okay with whatever happened and Ristandal secretly suspected that she hoped he didn’t Impress at all since it could be dangerous. But there were standards and the populace would think that the kid of a bronzerider should also Impress bronze. But Telrynd Impressed bronze and apparently his dad was a bluerider! So everyone really needed to back up and leave him alone about it.
With a sigh, Ristandal watched his classmates eagerly charge – politely – toward the eggs and followed them, only to trip on his shoelace that came undone. He sprawled onto hands and knees, wide eyes looking around at everyone to see if anyone noticed and then grinned, chuckled, and got up. The lace was tied and he was on his way, the event already forgotten since in his mind, it wasn’t a big deal. That sort of thing happened, though usually not during such important moments. At least it hadn’t been on an egg! He still felt bad for the guy that kicked one of Aradissicath’s eggs during the Hatching. That was a scary dragon!
With a bit more caution, Ristandal stepped up to an egg that had a faint olive colouring to it. If eggs were an indication of what was inside, he was likely screwed if this one liked him since it would clearly house a green dragon. No doubt it’d be like Larrikith as well given the colour sort of reminded him of the mossy green girl. Still, it called to him and Ristandal had his own theories about Touchings and egg identification.
The warmth of the egg spread through him as soon as his palm touched the smooth shell. He smiled, always enjoying the comforting sensation it brought as the dragonet within reached out for him. Once he had a dragonet that didn’t want him anywhere near it and it had felt like a jolt of lightning struck him and sent him staggering away but this time, there was done of that. The dragonet probed his most recent thoughts and a sensation of a frown was felt as it lingered on the feelings of failure and even being different. While the dragonet didn’t have a physical form just yet to do so, it still felt like arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace, encouraging him to keep being who he is and not to worry about anything anyone else says.
Ristandal nodded as he removed his hand with a bit of reluctance. Why worry about things no one could control? He’d Impress when he Impressed and to whichever colour that was meant for him. As he moved on to the next egg, Ristandal knew that hadn’t cured his fears and ponderings for the future but it was nice to know that perhaps he wasn’t wrong in thinking he was pretty amazing as he was. People teased him about his quirkiness as well and that never got to him but it still felt different since he didn’t know what his father thought about the other colours and what he wanted his children to do.
