2022/05/11 Gold Malvayth has Flown, caught by Bronze Xyxyth of A'tay. Their Hatching will be PC, and take place in Telgar in August around the 20-22nd! Update your Candidate Applications and prepare for some fun!
2022/04/21 New default layout! I hope you enjoy it! If you find any bugs, please report them in the discord #bug-squishing channel!
05/JUL It’s Hatching time!! Come take part in the shenanigans here
30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
05/MAY Multiple individuals are attacked whilest out of the Weyr! More information here
04/MAY Take a chance OOC and guess who you think the murderer is! You can win prizes! More information here
03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
05/APRMore attacks occurred today. More information here
03/APRMultiple individuals found their death this day; more information here and here
28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
25/FEB Congratulations and thank-you to Guest for taking on a moderator role! <3
Welcome to the Month of Lovetm! This month's Monthly Event is all about Romance, whether it is asking someone out on a date, or getting sweaty between the sheets! Anything and everything counts, if it even looks sideways like it could be related to Valentine Day -- including lover's spats, or breaking up, Flights Wins (or Flight Losses!). Honestly, this month has a huge opportunity for interpertation, so go wild!
Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)
Primary Rank: Bluerider Secondary Ranks: Playboy in the making
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr Date of Birth: 14.12.221AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A - Weyrbrat Searched/Stolen Date: N/A - Weyrbrat Impression Age: 14 -- 30.06.235 AL Physical Age: 18
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: A clear light green that are almost shocking to see the first time.
Hair: A brown so dark that it comes across black that is straight and kept on the shorter side but slightly tussled.
Height: 6’2
General Appearance: Upon shedding the softness of childhood, he matured into a solid build as he discovered an enjoyment of working out – though not to the extent of his father, D’hys. He has a square jaw that combined with his neutral expression leaves him looking uninterested to annoyed. However, when he smiles, dimples appear and it casts him in a far more boyish light.
Dressing Style: He’s a rather casual dresser with a dash of formality. On cooler days S’dri is seen wearing layers, typically a short sleeve shirt with a long sleeved sweatshirt.
Personality
General Character Traits: Even at his young age, S’dri is confident and self-assured. He doesn’t doubt himself or his actions but if something somehow doesn’t turn out how he expected, he easily spins a story to make it seem like it was expected or doesn’t bother him.
Despite having no contact with his father, S’dri still inherited D’hys’ swagger when it comes to flirting. He can be charming when it suits him and it has led to him being fairly popular with a large group around his age. Of course some people will still see it as false – which it sometimes is – or view him as too arrogant for his own good – which would also be true – but S’dri enjoys his popularity and cares little for the opinions of those that don’t rank at the same level as him. In fact, those he considers peers don’t always concern him either. He is his own entity and plays by his own rules and opinions.
Habits/Mannerisms: Likes to lean against walls or doorways with his arms lightly crossed in front of him. He’ll also be seen crouched down, elbow on thigh, and head in hand when he’s bored or waiting.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: “Whatever. Doesn’t really concern me if the timing stays the same.” Stealing/Kidnapping: “Whatever. It never had anything to do with me.” Weryrleader S'kef: “People say he was a dick but he knew what he wanted and got it. Until he got too cocky. Gotta know your limits.” Firelizards: “Pretty cool but I don’t need one snitching me out.” Women's loss of honorifics: “Not many women on dragons now anyway so it doesn’t really matter either way.” Return North: “Cool; a larger playground with new toys.”
Likes: Himself: He likes a man that can do no wrong and is gorgeous. Like 2: Like 3:
Dislikes: Laziness: There’s a time and place for relaxing and taking time off but he doesn’t understand those that lounge around day in and day out without doing more than the bare minimum. Cooking: He never had to do it while his mother was alive and now he’s able to avoid it by going to the kitchens but he doesn’t have the patience for prepping and cooking. Dislike 3:
Strengths: Hard-working: He may come across as aloof with a laidback vibe, but S’dri works hard at maintaining his physical appearance, reading, and being the best at a current task. Passionate: While S’dri wouldn’t say he was a passionate lover like R’nd would be classified, he does have passion for whatever he sets his mind to. Strength 3:
Flaws: Dyslexic: S’dri does his best to hide it as it could be seen as a flaw but he has trouble reading thanks to the letters and words flipping around and floating about the page. Egotistical: He thinks extremely highly of himself and shows it. Seducer: It’s not always in a sexual manner but S’dri will also do his best to get someone away from their duties or classes to hang out with him.
Past Lovers/Partners: Random, nothing serious. Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious. Children: N/A
Background Story: 221 & 0: Siandrian is born from a random tryst. 222-226 & 1-5: Being an awesome baby and toddler. He spends a lot of his time in the crèche. 227 & 6: Even with growing up around dragons, the first Hatching of Katila made the young boy want to Impress as well. The pure joy on the Weyrlings faces made Siandrian happy and a little jealous. 228-230 & 7-9: With more Northerners coming in, a slightly better education than what they could give before is now received and Siandrian suffers through classes on top of chores. 231-233 & 10-12: A spoiled boy that is growing accustomed to getting his own way. He has a group of friends that follows and almost worships him. 234 & 13: The mudslide wipes out his hut, killing his mother and her current lover. Siandrian escaped harm due to having spent the night at a friend’s hut on the other side of the Weyr after the party. He’s upset but had never really been much of a mama’s boy that clung to her. 235 & 14: Still Standing when he can and going where he’s told given his young age and the transitions happening with the Weyrs. Finally Impresses in the sixth month and becomes S’dri 236 & 15: When the move to open all of the Weyrs begins, S’dri is assigned to stay in Telgar. He doesn’t really care where he ends up as it’s all new to him and finds he is a bit disappointed in staying where he is but at the same time, at least he doesn’t have to set up his life again and surprisingly the weather isn’t too bad. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age:
Education
Craft: Basic Education Specialty: Reciting. While he struggles with reading, S’dri has a good memory and can relay what they had been taught with ease.
Education Details: Has only received the very basic education provided in Katila.
Dragon
Dragon Name: Equinnyth Name Pronounced: Ee-quinn-ith Dragon Colour: Blue Wing Assigned: N/A Wing Rank: Wingrider
Hatching Date: 30.06.235 AL Birthing Weyr: Katila Weyr Home Weyr: Telgar Weyr Clutch Name: Virtuous Sins Clutch Mother: Gold Aradissicath Clutch Father: Bronze Xyreith Egg Name: Patience
Appearance: Length: 30 Height:15 Wingspan: 42 Scars & Markings: N/A Weyrlinghood: Equinnyth is a very pale blue dragon with the tips of his wings, tail, and feet shaded a darker but still icy blue. Adulthood: The icy façade is still maintained once Equinnyth is fully matured. However, the darker shading along his ends has now spread up his torso in a swirl of marble while his wings are of a solid pale blue. He is among the larger blue dragons and while he is a confident dragon that still earns respect, his personality and demeanour makes it so his stance doesn’t seem to stick out.
Mindvoice: Almost angelic with how soft and lilting it is.
General Character Traits: Equinnyth will be the balance to S’dri’s lack of patience for those around him that he doesn’t like and thinks poorly of. There’s no need to get annoyed or angry if something isn’t done the preferred way or if someone is simply pestering him. Everyone is different and should be accepted as they are.
Siandrian was crouched down with an elbow resting on his knee and head in his hand as he waited for their far too enthusiastic weyrlingmaster to go over everything again. At least he could say L’tai was better than G’rem – most of the time. Sometimes the energy was a bit too much and Siandrian wondered how the greenrider’s attention managed to stay focused as long as it did. Still, it was better than the straight forward lessons and the punishments G’rem was known for when he didn’t like something.
He gave a little mock two-finger salute when the rules were over and stood up with a languid stretch. A grin slowly spread over lips as he eyed the clutch. Would his dragon be in this lot? He highly doubted it. The size was impressive but the bronze was a bit of an idiot and the gold was a bit too prim and proper for a dragon worthy of himself to come from. Then again, he came from a mother that was proper and his father was an egotistical bluerider that had nothing to do with him and he was pretty amazing. It was why he hadn’t discredited the clutch like he had one of Krypth’s that was ridiculously tiny. It so hadn’t been worth the effort to get out of bed for that one.
But he was back again and Siandrian wandered around the clutch before finally shrugging and going toward a solid green and pointed egg. He definitely wasn’t destined for a green but he had seen a bronze hatch from a tiny greenish egg before so looks were definitely deceiving in the case of eggs. His touch was confident and firm and an eyebrow slowly arched up when he felt the prodding of the dragonet within.
It was slow in coming, as if the dragonet was hesitant to seek him out but it was there and it was judging him. Siandrian didn’t appreciate the unhatched creature looking down its nose at him but that was definitely what was happening as a wash of disapproval struck him as the dragonet poked about within his personal views. In its opinion, the young man was more conceited than he was intelligent and wanted nothing more to do with him. A blinding flash of light seared Siandrian’s eyes and he stumbled away rubbing both heels of his hands over his eyes. It hadn’t actually blinded him with light but it felt that way and the egg earned itself a steady glare.
He was definitely wasting his time with the clutch if that one was the example of what else was to come.
Approved Special Features: N/A Face Claim: Jay Duffy Inactivity Preference: Creator Name: Insulting Truths Player Name: Insulting Truths NPC: Team/Fade Out Adoptable: Yes Death: Allowed
Original Name: Ranedaren Pronounced: Rain-dare-n Honorific: N/A Pronounced: N/A Nicknames: Rane
Hair: Dirty blonde straight locks that are on the shorter side and often brushed forward.
Height: 5’5 (will be 5’11 when he’s finished growing)
General Appearance: Baby fat still clings to Ranedaren, leaving his face round and his body more soft than defined.
Dressing Style: He prefers extremely casual and comfortable. Some of his clothes might even be a tad on the too big size given the lack of resources Katila used to have. He doesn’t mind if he’s in hand-me-downs or clothes that once fit him and haven’t been tailored yet so long as they’re comfy. When he needs to dress up for any reason, a proper effort is put into it with clothing that is much more properly fitted.
General Character Traits: Ranedaren is rather sweet and kind to almost everyone he crosses paths with. He has a very laidback attitude that was influenced by his father R’jit’s own personality. There’s never a reason to rush through a task and no need to be rude or judgemental. Of course, if someone deserves it by being a bully then he will do his best to stand up to the person or at least point out his disgust if nothing else.
He occasionally worries, usually around a Hatching, that he both will and won’t Impress to a blue. To Ranedaren, his father is one of the coolest guys around and there’s simply no way he can live up to such a precedent. At the same time, he worries he will be a disappointment if he doesn’t get a blue dragon to call his own. When there are eggs on the Sand, Ranedaren becomes a bit of a jumble of nerves and can stress others out.
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children: N/A
Background Story:
221 & Born:
Ranedaren is born under a happy union.
224 & 3:
His sister is born.
226 & 5:
His parents decide to part ways and he lives with his mother more than with his father.
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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 He has an interest in history and whatever records Katila has, he has likely been working his way through them.
Dragon Information
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RP Sample
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Ranedaren was roughly the same age as most of the ‘brats that were Standing this round and it always amused him when they were all in one place. It was clear they were all sons of dragonriders and who their fathers were with how similar most looked but their ages was what fascinated him even more. Clearly all that time in exile either alone or with other men had left a lot to be desired and reconnecting with women was at the top of everyone’s lists. He was among the oldest of the weyrbrats that were officially born, and conceived, in Katila with the likes of those like Indivara being born in exile and others like Kerrin and the twins being toddlers when the plague struck. It was an odd sort of honour despite sharing it with so many.
Also like the others, he had yet to Impress even though he jumped at the chance to start Standing once he turned twelve. It was a bit disappointing but Ranedaren knew he was young still and while it stung a bit to see all those that were Stolen Impress when they didn’t want to, he had accepted it. It was easier to accept things as they came then to balk and fight, especially since in the end, the Northerners were needed for all the dragonets they lacked Candidates for.
Once permission was given, Ranedaren meandered across the sand towards toward a pale egg that seemed to be overlooked by everyone else. It wasn’t exactly small but perhaps it wasn’t flashy enough or they didn’t like that it seemed a bit fat. Ranedaren chuckled as he thought about a fat little dragon like a baby Larrikith hidden within. He gently touched the shell that was a bit rough under hand and laughed a bit louder as a wave of energy hit. The little dragonet was full of get-up-and-go. It wanted to see everything and go everywhere and why was everyone standing around doing nothing? The impression of the dragonet running in circles left Ranedaren dizzy and bordering on queasy before he took his hand away and promptly sat his butt down on the hot sand.
He wasn’t expecting that and blinked startled eyes at the fat egg. Given his laidback nature, would he get along with such a dragon? Perhaps that was what he needed or perhaps they weren’t meant for each other at all given he ended up dizzy from mere seconds alone with the dragonet. He’d find out soon enough with the Hatching quickly approaching.
Getting back to his feet, Ranedaren dusted himself off, thanked the egg for its time, and looked around for the next one to visit with.
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.
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Flaws:
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Personal History
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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]
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children: N/A
Background Story:
221 & Born:
Ristandal is born.
Year & Age:
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Education
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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
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RP Sample
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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.
Eyes: While rather average in size and shape, the hazel colour and warmth they hold make his eyes stand out.
Hair: Medium in shade, Jalazmar keeps his hair properly trimmed though there is just enough length to show that he has a bit of curl like his brother Gabrin.
Height: 6’1
General Appearance: Jalazmar has an innocence to his appearance that some may mistake for being naïve and gullible. His face is somewhat boyish despite the square jaw and somewhat bushy eyebrows. He’s almost always smiling or wearing a goofy expression that is sometimes intentional. The most distinctive thing about Jalazmar, however, lays on his cheeks. He has serval moles on the left side and one on the right that are accompanied by faint freckles that go up the left side of his nose.
Body-wise, he is like most of his family with a slender build. There is slight muscle definition but living a lavish life as a son of a Lord Holder hasn’t made him seen too much manual labour.
Dressing Style: For the most part, Jalazmar dresses casually but it is very clear that everything from the pants to basic shirt are of high quality and custom tailored. Coming from High Reaches means he’s used to cooler climates and often wears long sleeves and thicker material. When the weather is warmer, he has learned to layer so that he can easily take off or put on a piece of clothing if he feels a chill or gets too warm.
On formal occasions, he plays the part of young Lordling well and dons a suit in the last style and colours.
General Character Traits: Jalazmar has the unique position of being a son of a Lord Holder but being the fourth one. While he’s received all of the proper education due to him, he hasn’t had to spend his childhood prepping for one day taking over the Hold like his two eldest brothers have. That left him to do what he wanted and with anyone he wanted.
This freedom gave Jalazmar more opportunity to be himself and he found he liked the guy. He’s friendly, can tell a good joke at times, and doesn’t let the stress of the world get to him.
Given the lack of stress he has on his shoulders, Jalazmar is very laidback and it is hard to anger him. He can tell when someone is purposely trying to get a rise out of him or someone else and will either play along and act offended for a little while, or just laugh it off and call the person on it. Life is too short to fret over little things and he believes things will always work out one way or another; it just might take a little more work.
Jalazmar is a good friend to have as he’s supportive both with moral support or lending a hand when a situation gets out of hand.
Habits/Mannerisms: Jalazmar will talk with hands when he is excited and into telling a good story. He tries to act things out with hands or uses them as visuals for a tale, though they really only end up making sense to him.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: “I hope that was a one-time thing! I can’t imagine living life under such conditions.” Stealing/Kidnapping: “Absolutely horrible! I never thought about it too much but now that we know, it sounds like it worked out well for many.” Firelizards: “I kind of want one.” Return North: “The planet is big enough for everyone so I don’t see the harm. We’ve always helped each other out in the past, so why would it be so bad to try again?”
Likes:
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Whether he’s reading, snacking, drinking, or napping, spending a sunny day outdoors makes him happy.
Archery:
While he’s partaken in the activity more as a hobby and aiming at targets, he has gone out on hunts as well to lend a hand. Mostly, it’s for relaxation and meditation.
Storms:
They’re impressive to watch and they wash away the dirt of the day and rejuvenate all life.
Dislikes:
Cold Nights:
He’s used to winter weather but his bedroom at night when the fire dies down is not enjoyable.
Small Spaces:
Jalazmar is a bit claustrophobic. Small rooms are okay if they have windows but narrow walkways can feel tighter than they are.
Travel by Sea:
Given his hatred of small spaces, being cooped up on a ship for days at a time doesn’t sit well with him. The motion of the ship on the waves can be soothing at times but overall he’s left a bit queasy from it.
Strengths:
Great Sense of Humour:
While he might not always be the one telling jokes, he is definitely laughing at them.
Courteous:
He is always kind to others, willing to lend a hand when he can or even simply holding a door open for someone.
Endurance:
He can withstand most hardships and stress, though he likes to joke the endurance applies to other areas as well.
Flaws:
Oblivious:
While he can be observant to what is happening around him, he’s not the best at seeing what is aimed at him, especially when it comes to women being interested in him if it’s not returning.
Aimless:
Not being the one to succeed his father, he probably should have studied a craft but Jalazmar has opted to simply enough life and coasting through it without any set end goal in mind.
Lustful:
Certainly not the worst one around for such things, Jalazmar still enjoys the comforts and attention of a woman and can sometimes be a bit too focused on achieving that.
Personal History
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Father: Jaebrin b.186 AL Rank: Lord Holder of High Reaches (also cousin to J’ver) Mother: Azmarie b.189 AL Rank: Lady Holder Siblings:
Jaetyn [M] b.205 AL
Azrin [M] b.207 AL
Gabrin [M] b.210 AL
Past Lovers/Partners: Celadres Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing of major note. Children: N/A
Background Story:
215 & Born:
Jalazmar is born to Azmarie and Jaebrin, the lord and lady of High Reaches. He is their fourth child and son. He was an unexpected surprise.
219-224 & 4-9:
Jalazmar is schooled by the Hold’s Harper in the basics as well as the High Reaches history.
225 & 10:
He is sent to Nabol to be fostered by the Lord Holder’s family.
226-230 & 11-15:
During his time at Nabol one of the sons becomes a friend and two of the girls within or close to the Nabol family become bargaining chips with his father for a potential wife when they are older.
221 & 16:
Returns to High Reaches and mostly stays out of the way and out of sight. He loses his virginity to an older woman on their cleaning staff that is recently widowed, named Celadres. He develops a small crush but nothing more than that one night happens.
232 & 17:
Gabrin marries Tanriel which means Jalazmar’s own wedding would become the new hot topic. Jalazmar doesn’t really mind since some of the girls in consideration is lovely.
233 & 18:
He reunites with Celadres in secret, both knowing nothing but passion can come from the unions in bed and both are okay with it.
234 & 19:
One of his marriage options dies from a fever that went through her hold. A marriage agreement is now in place with the surviving girl though she is still two turns away from being eligible.
235 & 20:
Shortly after his twentieth birthday, Jalazmar announces he wants to visit his brother Gabrin in Telgar and takes advantage of his family’s good standing with the dragonriders to hitch a quick ride.
Education
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Craft: Basic Education Specialty: N/A
Craft Rank: N/A Date Apprenticed: N/A Date Tapped: N/A Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details Jalazmar was taught by Hold Harpers all of the general areas required for a young Lordling. He was also fostered at Nabol to learn more about politics and that region’s customs and traditions.
RP Sample
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Jalazmar eyed the large blue dragon before him, taking in the beauty of the creature. He wasn’t offended by the colour and didn’t care that a brown or bronze didn’t come for his request. Bronzeriders and even the brownriders had important things to do on a daily basis, like setting up wing practices or running Weyrs or whatever it was they did that was the equivalent of what his family members did. Well, when he put it that way, he supposed most of the riders of higher standing would be sleeping around behind their mates’ backs and plotting against each other. At least some things were consistent no matter where one grew up.
Blue dragons seemed to have more range in shades and patterns anyway so Jalazmar certainly didn’t mind that such a dragon and his young rider were chosen to pick him up and help him move to Telgar Hold to visit his brother Gabrin. It would be a quick trip as well. Seconds going through the mysterious between and they’d be in Telgar with him dismounting and waving good bye. He really couldn’t figure out why people got so bent out of shape over what colour they appeared on. Even Impressing to green or blue didn’t seem like such a horrible fate to the young lordling; they still had a dragon.
With a final inspection of his belongings packed away in a trunk that the blue would carry for him, Jalazmar finally gave the nod that said he was ready. The rider instructed him on the best way to climb up the large beast and assisted in getting him strapped in. It seemed odd to be a grown man getting help with straps as if he were a child once more learning to ride a pony but he knew it was worth it. He didn’t think he was afraid of heights but Jalazmar did know he was afraid of falling to a very messy splattering death so he thanked the man and focused on his breathing.
He’d never actually been atop a dragon before and had no idea what to expect for the takeoff or any other aspect of the quick journey no matter how much he down played it in his mind. A bright smile was still given to his family and he waved to his nieces and nephews just before the order to lift off was given. Jalazmar quickly grabbed onto the harness and hoped his fear didn’t show until they were high enough off the ground that it didn’t matter.
The warning they were about to jump came and Jalazmar nodded again that he understood what was about to come and shut his eyes. The shock of the cold of between hit hard and as they broke through above Telgar, a deep gasp for breath was inhaled. It was colder than the middle of the night in the dead of a High Reaches winter and a shiver traveled down his spine as he resisted rubbing his arms for warmth. “That was quite the experience,” he whispered after a moment and the bluerider laughed, sharing that his own reaction was much more hysterical the first time he jumped.
Upon landing, Jalazmar gratefully slid to the ground and shook hands with the bluerider that had safely brought him to his brother. The dragon received a friendly pat to his side and gratitude as well before he turned to find his waiting brother and extended family. Again he smiled and wondered, not for the first time, why he decided to go to Telgar. He supposed he just needed to get away. His two eldest brothers were bickering and plotting more so than usual, especially with their father’s health declining and he just didn’t want to deal with that anymore. It was safer with Gabrin, as odd as it was to say, than he was within the scheming. Gabrin’s ploys were harmless in comparison as they were done just for his amusement.
Maybe, Jalazmar thought as he cooed at his young niece, he would rub off on his brother and Gabrin wouldn’t play as many games. It was likely wishful thinking but it was good to have goals.
Primary Rank: Weyrling Secondary Ranks: Lost & Found
Place of Birth: Cothold in Ista region Date of Birth: 08.10.212 Found By: W’nor of bronze Gnarlith Found on: 27.04.224 Impression Age: 22, 13.09.234 Physical Age: 22
Eyes: Pale blue and set in a way that make him look thoughtful or sad.
Hair: Pretty average brown that is in a slightly shaggy cut but thanks to the straight locks, it is always easily maintained.
Height: 6’2
General Appearance: Z’rin has a pretty average build for his age and living circumstances. He has enough muscle to lend a hand in such tasks such as hunting, wood-cutting, and building but he is by no means the strongest or fittest man around. He finds himself rather average in the looks department as well, finding he doesn’t really stand out and thinks his nose is large.
Dressing Style: Growing up both in Ista and then Katila, Z’rin loves the heat and will usually be in only a pair of pants with or without a lightweight shirt on. In cooler weather, he likes long sleeved shirts with some having high necks for that extra bit of warmth.
General Character Traits: Z’rin has a few sides to him. The most prominent is that of a man that’s a bit goofy and quick to joke around. He’s not at all afraid to make himself the centre of a joke and is usually more than willing to go along with the teasing that’s at his expense if it makes the joke all the more outlandish and even shocking.
He’s also a bit awkward. He was only twelve when he was lost in the woods and returned to find everyone he knew had packed up and fled the mysterious and cursed southern island. When he was found, he was definitely grateful but also shy and not sure how he was supposed to act or where he was supposed to fit in within the new society. Most of the weyrbrats had made it clear he wasn’t entirely welcome and he awkwardly interacted with them during chores, meals, and downtime until more people started to accept him.
Due to his short time alone in the dangerous wilderness, Z’rin became a bit paranoid and can still be jumpy if he’s surprised. This lends to his awkwardness as well as initially making him worried about making friends and suddenly losing them if he wanders off or even falls asleep.
Overall, however, he’s just a guy that likes to have fun and wants people to share it with. Now that he’s older, he feels like he belongs with the dragonriders and residents of Katila but a part of him will always worry he’s not accepted and one day he’ll be on his own again.
Habits/Mannerisms: Z’rin often runs his hand through his hair, brushing it back out of his face. He also has a habit of playing with his lower lip, whether in thought or just something to do with a hand.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: Learning Seacraft taught him to always keep an eye on the sky for the weather and that Thread could one day return just as likely as a waterspout appearing. Stealing/Kidnapping: He knows what it’s like to be suddenly parted from family and sympathised with Northerners but was grateful to Katila for safety and fell in love with the drgaons. Firelizards: Adorable pests but after his died in the landslide, he hasn’t Impressed another. Return North: Not sure what he’d return to given the way he was left behind and likely presumed dead.
Z’rin loves sleeping in trees. During his time while lost, he would take short naps in trees for extra caution and he still does that now in down time.
Playing Cards:
It doesn’t matter the game; Z’rin enjoys the interaction and casual chatting as the game unfolds.
Taste Testing:
Z’rin has absolutely no problem being the test dummy for food and drinks. His taste buds may have suffered a bit from the wine that was produced early on, but he finds it fun to give his opinions and help shape the perfect cask or treat.
Dislikes:
Spicy Food:
Spicy foods set his tongue on fire and leaves his stomach in knots so he does his best to avoid it.
Thunderstorms:
While not really afraid of them (though the loud booms can startle him), Z’rin doesn’t like them due to his enjoyment of being outdoors and wet clothes can make activities uncomfortable.
Strategy:
Given his lack of reading skills, Z’rin doesn’t like referencing plans that are laid out. He’s also not that great at deep thinking and planning ahead. He much prefers being in the moment.
Strengths:
Adaptable:
He went from a fisherman’s son to surviving a strange land to fitting into a new way of living in a hidden society. While it might take a bit, Z’rin always manages to make a situation work.
Courteous:
Z’rin does his best to always be pleasant to everyone he interacts with, remembering the manners his mother always told him would take him far.
Witty:
Often quick with snappy comebacks or simply just telling a good joke, Z’rin has a good sense of humour.
Flaws:
Absentminded:
Z’rin has a tendency to space out, getting caught up in his thoughts to the point where he’s oblivious to what is going on around him for short periods of time.
Paranoid:
While he doesn’t live in constant paranoia or have conspiracy theories about everyone and everything, Z’rin can be a bit jumpy and a tad suspicious of things ever since the expedition South left him always looking over his shoulder for felines.
Dyslexic:
Most people assume he’s poorly educated – which is partially true – and simply wasn’t taught to read, however, the words dance on the paper for him and letters rearrange themselves to the point where he finds it hard or even impossible to read. Since trying to sit in on writing lessons at Katila, Z’rin has avoided any sort of paperwork.
Past Lovers/Partners: Nothing of note. Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing of note. Children:
Zararin [F] (b.230) (Mother is unnamed; let me know if you want your character to be her)
Background Story:
212 & Born:
Zarindin is born; he is the second son.
216 & 4:
His mother gives birth to a girl.
218-222 & 6-10:
Joins lessons from the area’s Harper when he passes through several times each turn, learning rudimentary reading skills and important parts of history.
223 & 11:
Starts helping his father and uncle more regularly on the boats and casting nets when out at sea.
224 & 12:
Serves as a cabin boy on one of the ships that go South to search for dragons. After two months, and on a day where he went out hunting alone, Zarindin ended up lost and wandering further away. His group ended up giving up on him, especially after a pride of felines attacked the camp. By the time he found his way back, the ships were long gone. After several days of surviving on his own, a bronzerider that was sent out to check on the Northerners found him and brought him back to Katila.
225 & 13:
Spends the turn adjusting to his new life. He can’t fully understand why they don’t bring him home and announce that they’re safe as well.
227 & 15:
Having fully settled into his new life and okay with the dragonriders needing to stay hidden, Zarindin Stands at the first Hatching since the plague. He doesn’t Impress but is okay with it. The way Northerners are brought in, however, isn’t right and he tries to befriend them.
230 & 18:
A woman he was sort of seeing ends up pregnant and gives birth to a girl. Zarindin claims the girl and offers help when he can but isn’t a major role model at this time.
231 & 19:
Another Hatching and another failure. Again, he’s okay with it given the plague scare a few turns before and seeing what even a bronze dragonet can do to a friend. He’s horrified at what happened to Indivara and takes more care around dragonets.
234 & 22:
Impression! Finally! While genuinely happy for the moment to finally happen, he’s even happier that it was right after Indivara so she can’t gloat forever that she Impressed and he didn’t.
235 & 23:
Varralath starts chasing and even has won a couple of flights. They graduate at the end of the turn and he contemplates what to do with that freedom. Find his old family or let them continue believing he’s dead?
Education
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Craft: Seacraft Specialty: Great at net fishing and knows his way around a ship for sailing.
Craft Rank: N/A Date Apprenticed: N/A Date Tapped: N/A Mastership Obtained: N/A Education Details Zarindin has basic knowledge of how to sail as well as fishing by casting nets. He was only just learning from his father and uncle when he went on the journey to the South as an extra set of hands.
Dragon Name: Varralath Name Pronounced: Vare-ah-lath Dragon Colour: Blue Wing Assigned: N/A Wing Rank: N/A
Hatching Date: 13.09.234 Birthing Weyr: Katila Weyr Home Weyr: Katila Clutch Name: Carpe Diem Clutch Mother:Gold Aradissicath Clutch Father:Bronze Xyreith Key Word: Whimsical Egg Name: Whimsical Egg Description: Klah with swirls of cream comes to mind when looking at the small and lopsided egg.
Appearance: Length: 25.4 Height: 13.7 Wingspan:41 Scars & Markings: None as of the end of 235. Weyrlinghood: Varralath’s dragonet hide is reminiscent of the ocean on a clear and calm day. It’s a very even blue without any oddities to it.
Adulthood: Varralath grows into a respectable sized dragon, coming in on the higher end of the blue scale, though still not one of the largest. His wing span, however, is slightly longer than what should typically go for his size which sometimes makes him a bit clumsy when not paying attention until his older years when he is more accustomed to them.
His hide is that of a beautiful deep blue that is similar to that of his Hatchling hide but it now has ribbons of purple streaking through body and wings. One other distinctive mark from others close to his colour palette is the dark streak of blue over his left eye and down the side of his nose, stopping at his mouth.
Mindvoice: Varralath’s voice is rather mellow with a lilting tone to it that is very noticeable when excited.
General Character Traits: Varralath can sometimes come across as having the mind of a firelizard. When he’s in one of his moods, his mind flitters about from topic to topic, usually those that are fanciful. For the most part, however, he is simply a playful dragon out to enjoy whatever the day gives and conquer the evil foes and obstacles that present themselves.
He’s also a bit curious, not afraid to ask questions when something comes up that he doesn’t understand or even something completely random that flittered into his head. This is part of the reason why he likes exploring, even if Z’rin sometimes hesitates due to a fear of getting lost. There’s always something to find and learn, and if not, Varralath is perfectly okay making up a silly story about what may have taken place.
Habits/Mannerisms: Has a habit of giving out nicknames that are simply the name and a rhymed word, like Anna-banana.
Likes:
People Watching:
It’s fascinating to see how humans interact and behave around each other and even what their habits and quirks are.
Dancing:
Varralath loves bouncing from foot to foot in his own little dance. He’ll do it when music is playing or even if he’s simply humming a song for himself. He’ll also happily watch humans dance at a gather, bouncing at the sidelines.
Cake:
Since the early moments of Impressing and Z’rin mentioning cake, Varralath has craved it. Once he finally got a bite, he decided it was delicious and sneaks pieces when he can.
Dislikes:
Scary Stories:
Varralath enjoys a good story like the ones Aradissicath and her rider tell, but he hates one that are scary and have monsters; they usually give him nightmares.
Dislike 2:
TBA
Dislike 3:
TBA
Strengths:
Adventurous:
Varralath loves exploring and going to new locations. He likes how he can learn about new things and it’s all about having fun.
Persistent:
Even when they come across a stumbling block, Varralath always wants to push on and conquer the issue. This usually leads to the pair training harder or even just Z’rin having to listen to Varralath encourage him on in human endeavours.
Strength 3:
TBA
Flaws:
Easily Distracted:
Usually he does it to himself and while in the middle of a conversation.
Naive:
Varralath is easy to convince outlandish stories are truth and he will believe it until he either forgets or Z’rin sets the story straight for him.
Zarindin was always excited when a Hatching was about to take place, though he had long ago lost the nerves and hope of Impressing. He had Stood at every single one since Nirinath’s first after the plague and every single time, he had failed to leave with a dragonet bounding along beside him. He knew some of the other ‘brats made fun of him for that fact since some comments were made to his face to see his reaction. But it never bothered him after the first Hatching. He was young still and whether or not he ever Impressed, Zarindin was just happy to be a part of such a fascinating society.
Besides, he wasn’t alone in his failings; he still had Ryvian. Although, Ryvian’s tale was a bit sadder since he had a twin that had Impressed a bronze dragonet a few clutches earlier. Zarindin felt bad for his friend but kept an upbeat outlook about it and was glad to see the twin was over his depression as well. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to lose essentially half of his identity and see his brother achieve something they thought they would get together.
If nothing else came of this particular Hatching, Zarindin was happy that it was taking place in the middle of a clear day. He hadn’t been fast asleep or about to eat a meal, but simply lending a hand with laundry, so he was extremely grateful to be called to the Sands to stand around for a while.
When the action finally began, Zarindin watched on as pair after pair was made. He smiled and gave soft cheers as people he knew Impressed and even gave encouraging smiles to those he didn’t know that seemed overwhelmed with their luck. A quick glance over to Indivara made him extra happy that no one had been seriously injured, though he had to keep a stealthy eye on Indivara when the bronze appeared. It had been several turns since she had been mauled, but it wasn’t likely something one got over easily. He himself was still jumpy when he heard bushes rustling behind him or saw a glimpse of a feline, though he had avoided being attacked during his time alone in the wilderness.
Then, the unexpected happened. Ryvian Impressed. Zarindin gawked with his mouth open as he watched the older twin finally find his lifemate and say something to Indivara. He couldn’t hear since he had chosen to stand away from them, like he always did. There were many people on the Sands he associated with and even called friends, but he liked the solitude during Hatchings.
It was odd watching Ryvian leave. He was thrilled for the man but sad that it hadn’t happened to him. It was better for Ryvian to have, though. He carried the weight of failing so much more than he did and Zarindin liked seeing the joy on the twin’s face.
When Indivara Impressed soon after, Zarindin let out a quiet cheer and even jumped for joy. The dragonet was blue, not bronze like the girl always said she would bond to, but he was a cute little thing and seemed perfectly matched to the spunky girl. It was wonderful seeing more friends Impress, but Zarindin was becoming increasingly aware that there were less and less eggs on the Sands and he was going to end up leaving alone in every sense of the word this time.
Or, so he thought anyway.
The next blue to show himself was adorable and caught Zarindin’s eye immediately. The dragonet watched the flitters play about at the ceiling and didn’t seem to care that he had sand on his nose. It was rather endearing how the blue seemed to be calling for the firelizards to come down and play with him.
Without really knowing he was doing it until he was almost there, Zarindin crossed the grounds and came up beside the dragonet, placing his hand on the little blue head, patting it gently. “I bet they’ll come play with you after you eat. There’ll be more time then, Varralath.” Zarindin’s eyes went wide as he said the dragonet’s name and then smiled, knowing he had also Impressed.
I like the way you think, Z’rin! Please lead the way, Varralath’s smooth voice brushed against his mind and Zarindin nearly squeaked in surprise. It was so different to what it felt like when the older dragons spoke to him. This was far more personal and seemed right. Maybe it was also the fact that Varralath had used his honorific.
“Z’rin… cool.” He smiled again, finding it hard to express his joy. He had bonded to a fun little blue dragonet and now had a name given to him by a dragon, making him truly a part of the society. His father and uncle had left him behind due to circumstances, not because they wanted to, but his name was a reminder of everything he had lost when he was literally lost in the forest. No one could argue he didn’t belong at Katila now.
Even better, he had Impressed right after Indivara. The girl would use that to tease him but at least they had Impressed at the same clutch! That was icing on the cake the day had turned into.
Oooh, cake sounds delicious. Can I have some too? Z’rin laughed at his dragonet, shaking his head as he explained why cake was bad for dragonets and headed for the feeding area.
Approved Special Features: N/A Face Claim: Kate Hudson Inactivity Preference: Creator Name: Insulting Truths Player Name: Insulting Truths NPC: Community Adoptable: Yes Death: Allowed
Original Name: Eridella Pronounced: Air-ee-dell-ah Nicknames: Eri, Rell.
Primary Rank: Wife Secondary Ranks: Mother
Place of Birth: Minor Sea Hold near Benden Date of Birth: 19.07.201 AL
Eyes: Pale green in colour, Eridella’s eyes are always bright and full of life. Hair: Bright golden blonde that reaches down to mid-back and has a gentle wave to it. She often wears it down to show off the locks she’s proud of but there are times when it’s pulled back or styled up for special occasions.
Height: 5’7
General Appearance: Growing up beside the ocean, Eridella has spent a lot of time in and on the water. She’s a strong swimmer and despite all of her adult years spent further away from the ocean, she still has the lithe body of a swimmer. She doesn’t necessarily lack in all the right curves as she has a chest size she is proud of but her waist and hips aren’t as defined as some other women, even after having three children.
While the men in her family all top out at over six feet tall, she herself stands at a respectful height for women, which she is fine with. Any taller and she’d have to forgo wearing heels to parties lest she looms over insecure men.
Dressing Style: Eridella loves beautiful clothes and prefers her dresses in a wide variety of style and colour. Whatever is in style and even what isn’t but she finds looks good on her is worn with confidence. When more casual attire is needed, such as for horse riding with the family, pants and a nice top are worn.
General Character Traits: Eridella can be rather easy to get along with so long as you haven’t done anything to betray her trust or insult her beloved brothers. While she might be the middle child and only daughter, Eridella can be rather feisty and make her presence known. She will be quick to say she was raised as a proper young lady but she is still opinionated and will let you know what’s on her mind when she deems the time is appropriate.
There is always a smile on her face whether it be one of pure joy at enjoying herself or one that is a bit more flirtatious and borne from enjoying herself in another manner. Growing up she always knew she’d be sold to the highest bidder and Eridella always made sure any fun she had when she was a bit older never got too out of hand and ruined negotiations and her future. Still, a lot of flirting was done when her father wasn’t looking.
She has a carefree spirit that loves to enjoy the here and now, laughing and making new friends and chatting as if they were childhood friends. However, she’s not callous enough to ignore what current actions may do to the future and does her best to observe what’s going on around her, which can be difficult at times due to her flightiness.
Habits/Mannerisms: Has a habit of tossing a coy look or playful smile and laugh over her shoulder as she’s walking away from someone of interest.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: If past dragonriders believed it could return, they must have their reasons and we should be prepared. Stealing/Kidnapping: Horrible. It still baffles her why they didn’t return sooner or simply ask for willing Candidates. Firelizards: Adorable! She wouldn’t mind her kids having some. Return North: Best day of her life! It gave her hope her brother still lived and it was confirmed later when he found the balls to visit after so long.
Kind of obvious but she will always be a water baby and any trip to beach is enjoyed and even coveted.
Flirting:
Despite being married for over fifteen years, Eridella still enjoys being friendly with men she meets at parties, the market, or while they stay at the Hold looking to buy horses. She says it’s innocent fun but doesn’t let her husband see her do it.
Sinful Fun:
When they host parties, it’s safe to say the drink flows freely and betting on horse races takes place. As a proper lady she knows she’s not supposed to drink much or partake in the gambling but both can be such fun!
Dislikes:
1111:
While she wouldn’t say she hates her older brother, she definitely has never been fond of how cold and rude he was to R’nd growing up and even a bit to herself. She’s not entirely sad to have been shipped off to marry a man she didn’t know so she didn’t have to live under his rule.
Dislike 2:
Dislike 3:
Strengths:
Confident:
Not much can shake Eridella’s stance on anything. If she wants something, then she’s going to go after it. If she likes a dress no one else would be caught dead in, she’ll still wear it with her head held high.
Tactful:
Unless provoked, Eridella is good at avoiding confrontations and offending someone.
Vivacious:
Her high-spirits and positive outlook on most things can be infectious.
Flaws:
Materialistic:
While she doesn’t put objects above people, Eridella does love being spoiled with clothes, jewellery, and items to decorate the house.
Impulsive:
Despite her best efforts, sometimes living in the here and now without consequences is fun and Eridella will jump at something that extremely catches her attention.
Promiscuous:
While she’s not jumping every man she sees, her flirty nature has led her down a few paths a proper married lady shouldn’t go down.
Personal History
a lyrical subheading
Father: Pendar, b.181, d.??? Rank: Lord of a Minor Sea Hold Mother: Beadine, b.182, d.YYY Rank: Wife Siblings:
Pendalier [M] b.198
Orwind (R’nd) [M] b.203
Past Lovers/Partners: No one of importance. Current Lovers/Partners: Malarn (husband) b.198 Children:
Arnella[F] b.218
Malari [M] b.221
Larell [F] b.225
Background Story:
201 & Born:
Eridella is the first daughter and second child to Pendar and Beadine.
203 & 2:
Little brother Orwind is born.
204-208 & 3-7:
Usual playing as a child growing up by the ocean.
209-213 & 8-12:
While still enjoying her free time when she can, Eridella begins her studies.
214 & 13:
Orwind is Searched and while she’s happy for her brother, she’s also a bit distressed over seeing him go.
215 & 14:
Her father makes an engagement arrangement with a horse breeder with the wedding to take place in a year. Shortly after, the dragon Plague strikes.
216 & 15:
A night of having trouble sleeping actually leaves her with a chance to see Orwind again as her brother and bluerider R’jit stop by to leave a note before going into Exile. She gives her brother her favourite ring as she makes him promise to come back.
217 & 16:
Eridella marries at the start of the year and moves to the farm her husband is slowly starting to take over as his father moves into retirement.
218 & 17:
Her first child is born.
221 & 20:
Second child is born.
225 & 24:
Third child is born.
226-233 & 25-32:
Her time is divided with assisting in raising her children and entertaining guests that visit while purchasing horses.
233 & 32:
Eridella receives word that her father is ill and returns home to be with her family. He passes away a month later.
234 & 33:
Dragonriders have returned! Eridella is beyond happy with this but her brother Orwind doesn’t return until months later and was welcomed with open arms.
236 & 35:
Eridella has agreed to let R’nd’s son, Benden, and the mother of the child live at the Hold as they don’t have anywhere else to go and Volfetti doesn’t wish to stay at a Weyr.
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 Basic education due to her station in life with some light schooling in fishing due to it being the family business and the second eldest, especially after Orwind was Searched.
Place of Birth: High Reaches Weyr Date of Birth: 07.22.181 AL Searched By: N/A Weyrbrat Searched Date: N/A Weyrbrat Impression Age: 15 Physical Age: 37
Hair: A fairly unremarkable shade of darker brown that is worn loose to show the natural wave. He rarely lets it get any longer than his earlobes.
Height: 6’3
General Appearance: Two things stick out immediately upon first glancing upon him. Despite having been a dragonrider and having his aging slowed for a while, he has a healthy dose of white hair in his beard that he keeps well-manicured and not too long since a little scruff never hurt anyone. Even with the white reaching up into his temples, Jajojin’s hair is still all his natural shade of brown. This might inspire some men to keep his face clean-shaven but Jajojin thinks the salt and pepper beard makes him look more distinguished.
The second eye-catching feature he possesses comes in the form of a very well-maintained body with abs, he’s been told by a few women, clothes can be washed on. Perhaps because of the life of a dragonrider and living in Katila’s seclusion with minimal resources for so long, his fit form is not overly intimidating as would be seen with a body builder or someone focusing too much on pecs and arms.
Dressing Style: Jajojin can be rather casual in his attire thanks again to the years spent in Katila with lack of resources. Given the heat that can beat down on them in the hotter months, he is often seen only in comfortable pants or shorts usually without a shirt if he can help it or a loose open button-up when he feels a need to be covered.
General Character Traits: To put it mildly, Jajojin is a bit off his rocker. He is one of the brave – or cowardly depending on who you ask – riders that didn’t die with his dragon. Because of this, Jajojin has times where he’s not in his right mind. He can have mental lapses where he believes his bronze dragon is still with him and can be seen talking aloud to Denath while other times he has moments of panic and can’t be near a dragon until he’s calmed down again.
Due to the loss, there are days where nothing but alcohol can help ease the pain but on clearer days, one almost couldn’t tell he had lost his lifemate unless they saw the sorrow and haunted expression in his eyes.
Most days, Jajojin is more even-tempered though some would call him surly or brusque but that may be due more in part to his age and feeling a bit like an outsider. Nothing says you don’t belong around dragonriders when you don’t have a dragon.
He wants to help, though, as seeing dragons go between for any reason is hard on him. Despite his reluctance to let another dragon ever enter his mind again, Jajojin reaches out to struggling riders to offer tips and a listening ear. Call him arrogant but, after all, he was once a Weyrleader like his father before him so he knows a few things that could be useful.
Habits/Mannerisms: When the loss of Denath becomes too much, Jajojin goes for long runs to get away from the memories. He also always wears a bracelet of pretty beads that he will take off and fiddle with when he’s struggling with memories or anxiety.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: “If it’s returning, we’re damn well gonna be ready for it.” Stealing/Kidnapping: “A dragon should never be without their rider. We do what’s necessary for them.” Firelizards: “Pesky little shits that need to stay out of my head.” Return North: “I don’t have anything in the South or the North, so what do I care about where I live? Dragonriders deserve to rule supreme once again though.”
Likes:
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It’s a great escape for him. Once, it was just to cater to his pride with looking his best but now it helps to free his mind for a little while.
Fellis:
A slight addiction has formed thanks to the healers plying him with regular doses of the soothing liquid and now he still prefers to use it whether to help him sleep or relax.
3:
Soon.
Dislikes:
Disrespect:
As a bronzerider and Weyrleader, he always believed everyone should respect him. Once he lost his Denath, he felt he lost a lot of respect due to him and will put people in their place when they forget it.
Firelizards:
Intrusive! Before Denath’s death, he was fine with the critters but didn’t want one of his own. Now, he finds them buzzing on the edges of his mind to be rude and unwelcomed.
3:
Soon.
Strengths:
Frank:
He doesn’t hold anything back and will tell you what he truthfully thinks of you or something you did. He doesn’t see a need to pussyfoot around things.
Proactive:
As a former Weyrleader, he had to look after the needs of his people and make decisions and actions to assist them. Proactive is better than reactive in his mind.
Hard-working:
Jajojin is not one to sit around. He likes to be active and will help build something or simply work on maintaining his physique.
Flaws:
Arrogant:
He knows he’s good at what he does and how he looks.
Quick-tempered:
While he’s not likely to bite your head off on a daily basis, Jajojin’s unstable mind can emerge at any point and he can be triggered by the simplest of comments. This can leave him a bit resentful for a while as well.
Mentally Unstable:
Some days, he’s just not in the right frame of mind and babbles to himself, talks to his dead dragon, or relives the moment when they were parted. He no longer needs to be watched in case he does something stupid too himself but on bad days, some people pay more attention.
Personal History
a lyrical subheading
Father: J’nin (b.161 d.209) Rank: Weyrleader of Bronze Rothath Mother: Jominia (b.164 d.216) Rank: Weyrwoman of Gold Amuruth Siblings: N/A
Past Lovers/Partners: Taerian of gold Ardelath [b.175 d.220] Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children:
Unnamed [Gender Unknown] [b.204] with a woman at High Reaches Hold
Unnamed [M] [b.228] with ?? (Can be claimed)
Unnamed [M] [b.231] with ?? (Can be claimed)
Background Story:
181 & 0:
Jajojin is born, a product of a wild night after a gold flight.
182-190 & 1-9:
Nothing out of the ordinary for a child growing up in a Weyr.
191-194 & 11-13:
Begins Standing but continuously walks away without a dragon.
195 & 14:
His mother is promoted to Weyrwoman after the current one retires from old age. By the end of the turn she rises and no one is surprised that his father wins the flight and becomes Weyrleader.
196 & 15:
Finally Impresses and to a bronze! His parents are thrilled though they all believed he would get bronze.
198 & 17:
Graduation! J’jin is excited to start taking on larger roles within the Weyr and tries his best to learn more about running the place from his father.
201 & 20:
Starts to seriously consider asking for a transfer to another Weyr. He’ll never be able to have a shot at Weyrleader if his mother continues to stay Weyrwoman but ends up staying in order to learn more about the job so he’s ready for when he can win.
204 & 23:
Has a one night stand with a reveler at a High Reaches Hold’s gather. Apparently he got her pregnant but he wishes her well with the pregnancy and says he’ll be back in twelve turns to see if it’s a boy that can be Searched.
209 & 28:
His father dies in a freak training exercise while going between. He never returns and no one knows what happened to cause it. His mother is inconsolable and steps down as Weyrwoman as she refuses to let another man win her flights and rule where her husband should still be. A new goldrider is selected.
211 & 30:
J’jin wins the Weyrwoman’s flight and is immediately promoted to Weyrleader. Having grown up around the inner workings, he adapts well to the role and enjoys the power he has been working for.
212-215 & 31-34:
Does well as Weyrleader and his people seem to enjoy him as their leader. A few flights over the turns are too close for his comfort but he still wins in the end which is all that matters.
216 & 35:
The plague is working its way through the dragon population and the order is given to flee South. J’jin hesitates initially as he’s not one to run away from battles. However, the plague begins in earnest at High Reaches and even claims his mother. He gives in and orders everyone South.
217-219 & 36-38:
Not having a true mate that he loved, J’jin goes into exile with Taerian, his Weyrwoman. It’s better than being lonely and they always got along well enough.
220 & 39:
At the start of the turn, Taerian goes out hunting alone in the early hours of morning and is attacked by a feline. J’jin finds her, still alive, but can’t do enough to save her as she dies from her wounds days later. The sudden loss of a human and dragon is hard as they had been their only companionship for turns. When the call to reunite is heard months later, J’jin jumps at the chance to be near people again and to be rid of the memories of exile.
221-226 & 40-45:
J’jin is happy to see some of his former Weyr’s population had survived even the slimier ones like J’ver. He throws himself into helping to build Katila and offers leadership when needed as part of the committee of elder bronzeriders.
227 & 46:
Nirinath finally rises and despite misgivings at ruling this particular Weyr and what to do with returning North or not, J’jin and Denath give chase but lose to D’ren and Ronarth.
228-231 & 47-50:
The kidnapping of Candidates in the North is a bit distasteful but J’jin supports it all the same as they need men and women to Stand for any possible clutches. By this point, he fully believes they should be in the North once more and reigning proudly as they once had and listens in on conversations of others who think this way.
234 & 53:
The landslide took more away than just huts. Denath went to help the youngest dragonets to get out of trouble and ended up getting caught up in another rush of mud with a building collapsing on him. He’s injured enough and pinned that he can do nothing more than say good bye to J’jin and wish him to continue on for them both before going between for the last time. The entire turn is spent piecing his mind back together and accepting he’s once more Jajojin and dragonless.
235 & 54:
Still learning to function as a normal human again but beginning to interact with riders more regularly. He can’t spend too much time around dragons before he feels his loss too strongly and he refuses to let any dragon speak to him.
236 & 55:
With the move North to reopen all of the Weyrs finally in full effect, Jajojin offers up his knowledge to mentor one of the younger bronzeriders that’s expected to be a Weyrleader. He’s run from his problems long enough and now it’s time to whip people into shape once more.
Education
a lyrical subheading
Craft: Basic Education Specialty: Reading
Craft Rank: N/A Date Apprenticed: N/A Date Tapped: N/A Mastership Obtained: N/A
Original Name: Ayontay Pronounced: Eye-on-tay Nicknames: N/A
Primary Rank: Weyrbrat Secondary Ranks: N/A
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr Date of Birth: 17.06.725 AL
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Light brown, somewhat bushy brows try to take away the attention that bright, vivid, blue, almond-shaped eyes captivate admirers with.
Hair: Blonde, tousled locks are kept on the shorter side. At times it grows a bit longer into a messy shag that his mother pesters him about until he cuts it again.
Height: 5'7 (6'1 when finished growing)
General Appearance: For all intents and purposes, Ayontay would not be classified as a handsome man due to somewhat bushy eyebrows, ears that seem a smidge too large, and a nose that is a bit wide. Yet somehow, he owns these features with a confidence that shines through in his smile.
Given that he’s just entering his teenage years, Ayontay still has some baby fat clinging to him. However, he does stay active and with the desire to one day be a dragonrider, Ayontay has started exercising on a regular basis to tone up developing muscles which will hopefully also help make him look less lanky as while he’s still growing, a recent growth spurt has shot him up to be taller than most of his fellow ‘brats.
Dressing Style: Ayontay has a simple taste in clothing that usually leaves him in comfortable and practical pants with a short-sleeved shirt in varying colours. The one item of clothing he prefers and is always kept in pristine condition is a deep red jacket in a similar style to one worn by his father.
One other important piece that Ayontay always wears is a necklace that is a simple piece of bark wrapped up in the leather cord that keeps it around his neck. To most it would be a strange accessory but to Ayontay, it is a reminder of one of his favourite places in Katila; a large tree that he used to climb and spend hours in.
Personality
General Character Traits: Ayontay is a pretty laidback boy that almost prefers to observe than participate when given the chance. It's not that he's anti-social or thinks himself too good to interact with certain people, but he wants to know more about someone before letting them get close. To him, it simply seems to be a waste of energy to get to know someone and let them in only to have them betray you or not want to be friends anymore. Overall, he's easy to get along with since he's not the confrontational type but the amount of close or dear friends can be counted on one hand.
Having been raised by his mother and the women that worked in the creche, Ayontay finds it easier to get along with women. While he would occasionally tag along after the older boys when they got together to play and would shadow the more recently Impressed dragonriders, he always felt more comfortable in the presence of women. Boys sometimes confuse him with their shows of dominance and what could trigger an array of emotions. Ayontay often finds it funny that women are said to be the more sensitive sex that had emtionally fits at the drop of a feather since he found them to be strong and rather stable.
Perhaps having so many mothers raise him is also the reason why he's so good with his sister, Wynera. Ayontay fell in love with her the moment she was born and was always there to help look after her. While he wouldn't refer to himself as someone that's good in a crisis or even a solid shoulder to lean on, Ayontay does try to be there for his closest friends, lend support how he can and generally being a bit of a mother to them with making sure they've eaten or remembered their jacket if it's a cooler day and they're about to go off to explore.
Habits/Mannerisms: Bites his nails when thinking or nervous.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: Doesn't believe it actually happened since he only has tales the adults tell them to scare them before bed to go by. Stealing/Kidnapping: He wasn't old enough to fully understand it at the time and now that it's in the past, he doesn't really think about it. Firelizards: Adorable! He was so excited when he was given an egg after moving North. Return North: Okay with it. Katila's the only home he knows but he's interested in seeing what the rest of the world looks like after hearing stories from the old dragonriders.
Likes: Stories: Not so much the fantasy ones like Rhaedalyn likes to tell but the ones the old dragonriders tell about their time before the Plague. Sure, some might be exaggerated, but Ayontay still thinks they're cool. Wood-working: He's still learning the trade but he enjoys the fine detail work and concentration that comes with the job. He mostly makes simple objects or lends a hand to those more skilled in the field. His goal is to make toy figurines. Hiking/Exploring: Like any curious child, Ayontay likes to see how far he's allowed to venture out and what's around him. Nature is relaxing and he likes meandering through forests and discovering what secrets they hide.
Dislikes: Laundry: Sometimes helping his mother or in the creche meant running dirty clothes to the laundry workers or assisting them in scrubbing stains. Some things are forever stained on the mind and he has learned to carefully bundle up a pile of clothes. Swimming/Deep Water: Before he learned to swim, some of the older kids picked on him and kept dunking him under the water, watching him flounder. While he'll go to the lake with friends and even sit in the shallows, Ayontay hates water deep enough that can cover his head. Klah: Not only is it disgusting, he can't help but wonder why people would put something in their body to change how they function. A proper night's rest is more than enough to get you moving in the morning.
Strengths: Resourceful: Ayontay is good at using what he has and making the best out of a situation. Respectful: His mother raised him to respect his elders and the heirarchy of the Weyr; which has been in place for so long and seems to work so he doesn't have a problem in doing so. Observant: Not being as actively social as others, Ayontay notices body language or even secret glances or get togethers while he sits back. He likes seeing how the bigger picture functions with its details.
Flaws: Timid: Not the most outgoing of boys, Ayontay can be hesitant to approach those that out rank him or simply intimidate him. Obvious: Ayontay isn't that great at hiding what he's thinking or feeling. Gawking at someone? They'll know. Curious what someone is up to? They'll notice him watching. Superstitious: For the most part, Ayontay knows they aren't real and it won't matter if he crosses paths with a black cat or not but he still can't help but have the old rhymes run through his head when he sees it happening or even go out of his way to avoid taking a certain path.
History
Father: R'nd, b.703 Rank: Bluerider Mother: Tyeravi, b. Rank: Weyrfolk Siblings:
T’ryn (M 722 AL, half brother via R’nd)
Venwyn (F 727 AL half sister via R’nd)
Wynera (F 729 AL full sister)
Male03 (M 729 AL half brother via R’nd)
Male04 (M 729 AL half brother via R’nd)
Benden (M 05.04.731 AL half brother via R’nd)
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children: N/A
Background Story: 725 & Born: Ayontay is born in the first month of the year. Tyeravi carried on a short but sweet relationship with R'nd but knowing his issue with commitment, she never mentioned the child was his. That being said, her sense of humour had her naming the boy after the blue dragon of her lover. 726-728 & 1-3: Spends time playing in the creche or in his mom's care. He's a pretty quiet child and stays out of everyone's hair. 729 & 4: After another fun romp with R'nd, Tyeravi gives birth to a daughter, Wynera. Ayontay is excited to have a sibling. 730-733 & 5-8: Ayontay has taken easily to being a big brother and helps look after his sister as much as he can when he's not off playing or having basic lessons with a Harper. 734 & 9: The landslide happens at the start of the year. Old enough to realize what level of devastation the diaster has brought, Ayontay does his best to keep a brave face for his mom and sister but inside he's falling apart and wants someone to comfort him. He's lost friends and dragons he liked to play with and saw families of friends torn apart and he doesn't know how to help. While he had always been a bit excited for it, Ayontay is now more than ready for the move North after so many good memories being tainted by the landslide. 735 & 10: Continues to help wherever he can in Telgar Weyr to make it feel more like a home for everyone, especially his family. Sure his mom has male companions, but never truly having a male role model in their lives, Ayontay tries to pick up the slack, especially for his sister, making sure she's spoiled. For all of his help and hard work, his mom gets him a firelizard egg that soon hatches to reveal a blue firelizard. 736-737 & 11-12: With two more Weyrs about to open up, Ayontay begs his mom for them to stay at Telgar. He wants to see more of the world but they're finally settled in and Telgar feels like home. Besides, his dad stayed and while he's not as confident and brave as his half-brother, T'ryn, to announce who he is to R'nd, Ayontay likes observing the bluerider and learning who his dad is without any sort of filter or awkwardness. Year & Age:
Education
Craft: N/A Specialty: N/A
Education Details: Originally he didn't quite excel in any particular area until he tried wood-working and realized how important math could be. He has since taken a shining to numbers.
RP Sample
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The Player
Character Created By: @Insulting Truths Dragon Created By: N/A Played By: N/A Preferred Contact: PM, Cbox, Discord Inactivity Preference: Fade Out, Adoptable, or Death.
Primary Rank: Candidate Secondary Ranks: Place of Birth: Horse farm in Telgar Date of Birth: 14.02.723 AL Searched By: R'nya Searched Date: 14.02.736 AL Impression Age: N/A Physical Age: 15
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Large, almond-shaped, and chocolate brown.
Hair: Straight black hair that is kept in a short shag that he doesn't put much effort into styling.
Height: 5'10
General Appearance: In both height and build, Quintalis is average, perhaps even slightly below the expected standard. He has yet to fully shed his boyish shape that gives his face a boyish and, some would say, innocent baby face. His body shows a man that has lifted heavy objects in his life and doesn't over-eat at the table, showing just the slightest hint of a budding six pack.
Dressing Style: When he was helping at the tavern, he followed the code of practical yet trendy. Faranath forbid anyone think they were scraping the bottom of the social barrel or showed any reputable customer a rip or snare in a sleeve.
In his down time, Quinvalis preferred simple attire. Colour didn't matter to him and even the latest style meant nothing to him, so long as it fit, was clean, and comfortable.
Personality
General Character Traits: Quinvalis quietly struggles with depression, brought on by the loss of his father at a young age and being kicked out of the farm that should have one day been his. It was hard losing everything he had known to people he had always thought to be loving family but to then watch his mother wait tables and help in her family's tavern didn't help. He wanted the best for her but he couldn't do much as a child. As he got older, he tried to pick up more shifts when it came to cooking, cleaning, and even serving. When it became obvious his cousin might think of him as competition a true sense of insignificance and that he just wasn't worth anything.
Now, given his chance at possibly Impressing a dragon and having a life of his own, Quinvalis is very eager to prove his worth both as a Candidate and as a vital part of the Weyr. This desire intensifies when R'nya is around as he sees the bronzerider as a somewhat father figure but also the definition of a dragonrider. While he's not sure if it'd ever be likely that he'd be Weyrleader one day, let alone simply Impressing a bronze, Quinvalis is motivated to do his best and might even over extend himself in his attempts to show everyone he's not just some poor farmer's boy that had to grow up in a tavern.
He still has his moments of struggling with self-worth and if people truly like or appreciate him but Quinvalis adapts wherever he is and continues to try his best. Outside of chores and away from the watchful eyes of his superiors, Quinvalis relaxes a bit more and can be playful and can have fun with anyone he calls friend; which may only be a select few given his trust issues brought on by not knowing if anyone is plotting against him like most of his own family seemed to be.
Habits/Mannerisms: He is a neat-freak; constantly tidying up thanks to keeping his mother happy when he was younger and never feeling like the tavern was his home and he would be intruding if he was messy. He'll occasionally drag his feet when his mood is low.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: R'nya believes it'll come back and that's good enough for him. Stealing/Kidnapping: Again, he is of the same opinion as R'nya that it was bad for their reputation but it was needed. Firelizards: They're cool! He doesn't have one yet but he hopes to get an egg soon. Return North: He's happy! He only had tales from older people about them but now he gets to see them and his mom is friends with a dragonrider!
Likes: His necklace: It was his mother's and she gave it to him the day he was Searched, saying how proud she was of him. It's a simple thin chain with a small red gem on it. Quilriana has had it since she was a girl and says it's a piece of her heart going with him. Quinvalis never takes it off. Sleep: He never seems to get enough. Growing up on a farm meant early rising. Helping in a tavern meant late to bed at times and early to rise to help prep food. Now, Weyr life has him getting up early for lessons or chores. One day he'll feel like he's getting enough. Baths After a day of playing with or cleaning up horses, it inspires you to bathe daily. Working in a kitchen also has people ensuring you're at least washing your hands.
Dislikes: Cats: It's not that he hates them but he's allergic and they make him sneeze and itch horribly. Strategy: He's not that great at thinking a step or two ahead of the game. His mother always beat him in games like chess and even in lessons when he's given a problem to solve, Quinvalis struggles with thinking outside the box. He'd rather just get to the solution or location without plotting everything out. Being Late: Quinvalis does his best to be on time or even a tad early. He feels it shows he's not interested in what he's showing up for if he's not punctual.
Strengths: Hard-working: Quinvalis puts his all into what he does as he wants to take pride in what he produces. Respectful: His mother made sure he always showed those older than him and in higher positions than him the proper respect they deserved. Not wanting to disappoint her, Quinvalis is always polite to those of higher rank than himself. Great Listener: He may not be good at giving any advice, but he'll listen to everything you have to say in silent support of what's on your mind or he's simply paying attention to a lesson or directive.
Flaws: Intense Headaches: While they don't happen on a regular basis, Quinvalis gets a pounding headache in his left temple that at best leaves him wincing and closing his eyes for a moment and at worst, he needs to sleep through the pain. Reactive: Like most people, he has certain subjects that will set him off if they're insulted or made fun of. He tries his best not to let it get the best of him but sometimes a man simply can't let an insult fly without a fist flying back in return. Trust Issues: Given his extended family keeps seeing him as a threat and taking away what should be his or worrying he might take what isn't, Quinvalis takes a while to fully open up to people and let them get close.
History
Father: Valistan b.701 d.731 Rank: Horse Breeder Mother: Quilriana b.706 Rank: Tavern Maid Siblings: Quilista [F] b.728 Past Lovers/Partners: N/A Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children: N/A Background Story: 723 & Born: Quinvalis is born; first child for his parents. 724-727 & 1-4: Quinvalis is the typical carefree boy being spoiled by his mother and staff from infancy into the years of a rambunctious toddler. 728 & 5: His sister, Quilista is born. 729-730 & 6-7: His father hires a Harper to begin a proper education for the eldest son of a Lord, as minor as that title might be. 731 & 8: 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. 732 & 9: After saving up enough tips and a couple of favours, his mother is able to pay for Quinvalis to sit in on Harper lessons to continue his education. 734 & 11: His mother begins spending time with bronzerider R'nya. He worries at first but sees how happy she is and ends up approving of the man. In fact, he too, is a bit smitten and hangs onto R'nya's every word when he tells stories. 736 & 13: His mother asks R'nya to take him to Fort Weyr with him to give him a better chance at something. She worries his cousins will think he's after the inheritance of the tavern but also sees the sparkle in his eyes whenever he gets to see Xyreith. 737-738 & 14-15: After being accepted quite easily by the residents of Fort Weyr, Quinvalis finds a routine he's comfortable with in terms of juggling chores, lessons, and the occasional helping hand to the Weyrleader. He's even made some friends and finds himself laughing more than he used to and looking forward to time with his friends. There's even talks of getting a firelizard soon!
Education
Craft: N/A Specialty: Reading and writing.
Craft Rank: N/A Date Apprenticed: N/A Date Tapped: N/a Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details: When he was the heir to his father's horse farm, Quinvalis was given a proper Harper's teaching that his father arranged. After his death and the move back to the city, Quilriana used her tips to continue paying for a Harper to instruct him.
RP Sample
Quinvalis stared at the necklace he held in the palm of one hand. His mother had told him to close his eyes and hold one out. A moment later, he felt something drop into it and he slowly opened his eyes to see the familiar piece of jewellery that seemed so odd now that it wasn't around his mother's neck. In truth, it wasn't anything special, but to him, it was the most amazing thing he had seen. It was a simple silver chain of distant thickness that made it sturdy enough to last the wear and tear of decades and dangling from it was a small beautiful deep red stone. He knew the simple tale that went with the piece; it was given to his mother by his grandmother when she was betrothed to his father and it seemed like Quilriana had always cherished it and fiddled with it when she was lost in thought or humming to herself while they were on a picnic with his little sister and R'nya.
He was confused for a moment as to why it was now in his hands and one look at the tears threatening to spill from Quilriana's eyes made it clear what the intention was. However, before he could give it back and say he couldn't take such a treasure -- his grandma had died years before and they didn't have much in sentimental value of her -- his mother spoke and all protests died instantly.
She was proud of him and the future being Searched would give him and that tiny red gem was a piece of her heart that he was to take with him so she'd always be near. He was a man of thirteen years now and men didn't cry, especially not in front of their role model. A quick glance at R'nya showed the bronzerider still nearby but whether or not he was listening was hard to say. A flush stained Quinvalis' cheeks at realizing the older man likely heard everything and his reputation had probably just died before he even stepped a foot onto Fort Weyr soil. Then again, R'nya had been around them for years and he knew his mom well and how she was with her kids. The fact that R'nya never said anything bad about him or his mom and sister made the bronzerider even cooler in his eyes.
Not risking words as he was worried he'd stumble over the gratitude or burst into tears, Quinvalis nodded his understanding with a small smile and slipped the necklace on. Once it was resting high on his chest, almost in line with his heart, a larger smile showed as he looked down at it, liking the view. After a few moments of admiring it, however, Quinvalis tucked it under his shirt, murmuring something about not wanting it to get dirty or fall off. It'd be safe under his shirt and he liked the new sensation of it hanging on his neck and resting directly against his skin. He'd never take the necklace off, fully believing it to be a part of his mother's heart with the warmth and comfort it brought him.
As he turned to go pack -- he had told R'nya he wanted to head out as soon as possible since his excitement wouldn't let him rest in his own bed after knowing he'd been Searched and was a step closer to bonding to a dragon of his own -- Quilriana's words finally hit him. His mom was proud of him. She likely didn't know how much that meant to him. She had always been there for him, especially after his dad died, and he wanted to work just as hard as she had for him and prove it wasn't wasted.
His smile stayed in place as he disappeared back inside the tavern to head to his tiny room and pack. His mother was proud and it was a wonderful feeling.
The Player
Character Created By: @Insulting Truths Dragon Created By: N/A Played By: @Insulting Truths Preferred Contact: PM, Cbox, Discord Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs / Adoptable NPCs / Death
Primary Rank: Bronzerider Secondary Ranks: Ladies Man
Place of Birth: Benden Date of Birth: 17.06.694 AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A Searched/Stolen Date: N/A Weyrbrat Impression Age: 15, 27.06.709 AL Physical Age: 32
Eyes: Narrow pale blue eyes that can make him look like he’s squinting or falling asleep.
Hair: Light brown that’s almost blonde in the summer months that is kept short for ease of maintaining it.
Height: 6’2
General Appearance: S’igi is often seen with a neutral or stoic expression on his face but he does know how to smile and gives out flirty little grins or confident smirks when the occasion calls for it. It’s also obvious he knows how to laugh as there are faint laugh lines around his keen eyes that seem to always be aware of what’s going on around him.
His physique is nothing out of the ordinary for a dragonrider. He’s lean yet toned due to years of bathing and oiling his dragon and swimming with Kovith as well. During exile he had slimmed down some but has long since been able to restore his proper weight and preferred physical shape.
Dressing Style: The easiest way to describe S’igi’s style is business casual. He wears well-made pants and well-fitted shirts that have the top few buttons left popped or the laces undone. His riding gear is always in immaculate condition as he tends to it almost as much as he tends to Kovith’s hide. In the cooler months he’s often seen wearing his jacket undone even indoors for convenience.
Personality
General Character Traits:
S’igi is flirtatious and playful by nature. Many end up surprised that he’s a bronzerider and not a bluerider given the stereotypical views set for the lower level riders. He can definitely still be serious and focus on the task at hand but he doesn’t feel like that needs to be the only thing that defines him as a human or bronzerider. Fun isn’t just for the lower class riders and S’igi proves it by sleeping around as much as a bluerider and partaking in card games right alongside them.
He’s rather arrogant; knowing he’s good at all that he does and doesn’t mind pointing it out should someone forget it. That being said, he doesn’t go out of his way to talk about himself but will point out his strengths and achievements if it calls for it in a conversation.
While he doesn’t want the responsibility that comes with some of the ranks bronzeriders get, S’igi is serious when it comes to tasks involving dragons and their safety. He was always at the top of his weyrling class and nowadays he might not be the first one to volunteer for a task but he puts his all into it to show he’s good at what he does.
S’igi likes adventure and doesn’t mind being called a thrill-seeker. Jumping from high cliffs to the water below is one of his favourite thrills though he ranks the unknown of flight lust and trying new things during sex right up there as well.
If a romantic sort were to look at S’igi and think they could change him or get him to love; they’d be sadly mistaken. He’s been on his own for most of his life, keeping people close enough to warm his bed or pass the time with as a friend. He’s not a fan of love and doesn’t see its use or need. Life is a lot simpler when you have everyone categorized as friend or enemy and without the added worry about protecting someone because of your heart.
Habits/Mannerisms: Doesn’t like to sit with his back to the door as he likes to see who is coming and going and hates being snuck up on.
Opinions:. Threadfall Theory: He doesn’t like to think about it. It sounded like ugly business and not the right level of thrill-seeking he’s into. If it returns, he’d rather not be around for it. Stealing/Kidnapping: Look, dragons would have died without the whiny ungrateful brats. So long as it helped them, S’igi didn’t care either way. Weryrleader S'kef: Brownriders have no right to lead and S’kef proved it. The only thing he did right was bring them North again. Firelizards: They’re little pests but it’s good to see them around again since he remembers being fond of them pre-plague. However, like many other dragonriders, he did worry some at first that they might still be carrying the deadly disease. Women's loss of honorifics: Not really bothered by it. He never fully agreed with women on fighter dragons and since goldriders never had honorifics, why should the others? Return North: About damn time it happened! Katila was nice and even relaxed but dragons and humans need to spread their wings and have more space and people around.
Likes: Adrenaline Rush: It makes him feel alive. He doesn’t fear death nor is he looking for it but there’s something about the rush during a free fall that gets him more excited than just about anything else. Card Games: S’igi enjoys a night in with the boys, playing cards, drinking, and just being guys. Bread: The man loves his carbs. Bread goes with everything and he finds it gives him energy before a work out.
Dislikes: Commitment: There isn’t a need for it. It simply holds you back and ties you to one person or place. In the life of a dragonrider, he doesn’t see why either would come in handy. Cleaning: While he’s organized, S’igi isn’t fond of having to clean. Uppity Women: Sometimes they’re amusing but women should know their place and not make such a fuss.
Strengths: Adventurous: Whether it be extreme activities, exploring new locations, or even during sex, S’igi is up for new experiences. Determined: He knows what he wants and makes sure he gets it. Once he has a goal, S’igi tends to work towards achieving it no matter the cost. Rational: In times of crisis, S’igi can keep his head and find the right course of action. In times of play he might be more spontaneous but he’s still not about to go around causing chaos.
Flaws: Arrogant: Can’t fix what’s already perfect! S’igi believes he’s the best and doesn’t see why others shouldn’t know it as well. Naughty: Not in the disobedient child way but in the way where everyone knows he’s a playboy and has a bit of a reputation for a love em and leave em bad boy. Superficial: He likes pretty things and women and doesn’t usually see the it as necessary to learn anything more of them.
History
Father: G’sen, b.672, d.716 Rank: Bronzerider Mother: S’ani, b.674, d.716 Rank: Greenrider Siblings: Two brothers on his mother’s side that did not survive the plague. It’s easier to pretend he’s an only child since they weren’t that close to begin with.
Past Lovers/Partners: Greenrider D’nal (Dynal) (d.719), kitchen worker Kimalt (d.718), others. Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious. Children:
Dyndandal [M] b.27.06.718
Kydra [F] b.19.09.718
Taniara [F] b.728 Background Story: 694 & Born: Sentanigi is born after a flight-fuelled encounter. 695-700 & 1-6: He spends a majority of his time in the crèche and some time with his mother. He has little to do with his father. 701-704 & 7-10: Starts taking classes to learn the basics. He doesn’t particularly enjoy any of the subjects and often tries to skip out, resulting in punishment. 705 & 11: Old enough to start Standing, Sentanigi starts attending Candidate classes and pays more attention than he did in the basics. It didn’t hurt that his father finally paid him some attention and told him not to be an embarrassment and to work hard to be what a bronze dragon would want. 706-708 & 12-14: Spends the next few years Standing for clutches and walking away alone. It leaves him frustrated but he uses it as time to continue learning to be the best dragonrider he can be and finding out who he really is. 709 & 15: Finally Impresses. He’s a bit annoyed that it has taken this long but the strong looking bronze dragonet bonded to him makes it all worth the wait and a smug satisfaction settles in. He knew he’d be a bronzerider as he’s simply amazing and deserves the best. 710-712 & 16-18: Continues doing his best and coming out on top of his class in all areas. It’s only upon graduation that S’igi and Kovith agree that they can chase now without it being a distraction. 712-715 & 18-21: S’igi finds he enjoys playing around and not settling down. While he takes his tasks as a bronzerider seriously, relationships come and go for him and he’s happy with the way things are both in daily routine and rotating bed partners. 716 & 22: The plague hits. S’igi loses a lot of friends and both of his parents to the plague and gratefully follows the order to go South and get away from the others. Still, he doesn’t know how long the exile will take and decides he doesn’t want to be alone during it and invites the female greenrider he was sleeping with along with the cute kitchen worker he was also sleeping with to help keep them fed as he has no cooking skills. 717-718 & 23-24: The three fall into a comfortable routine in exile with both women understanding they either share or get nothing. Along the way, much to S’igi’s annoyance, both women end up pregnant several months apart. Kimalt dies during childbirth. 719 & 25: Near the end of 719, D’nal dies in a feline attack that also gives Kovith multiple scars as he tried to defend her. Deciding that while he doesn’t want to raise kids, he also knows he’s not a killer and can’t abandon them. 720 & 26: The call to reunite is heard and S’igi is relieved. He was rather over living in exile and with two toddlers to boot. He more or less shoves the kids at someone else when they get to Katila though he still checks up on his kids from time to time when the mood strikes. 721-726 & 27-32: It took some time to get used to being around so many people again but S’igi adapted and found himself slipping into old habits easily with chasing women and enjoying life, including the horrible liquid that passed as wine. He did his best to stay out of trouble and to avoid as much responsibility as he could. 727 & 33: Nirinath finally rises. Kovith eagerly chases but Ronarth bests him. S’igi didn’t really mind as he had no desire to become Weyrleader. While he enjoys his status as a bronzerider, he doesn’t want the extra duties that come with running a Weyr. 228-230 & 34-36: Ends up as a father for the third time and with a third woman. Like with the others, he has little contact. What bothers him more is the lack of golds and how Kovith has to chase greens which often lands him in bed with men. 731 & 37: World Above hatches and a gold safely Impresses! S’igi is pleased and hopes there will be more clutches in the near future, especially with more golds to help sate hunger. 732 & 38: Firelizards are rediscovered and S’igi isn’t sure how to feel. He’s cautious around them and tries to keep Kovith away until it seems there’s nothing to worry about and these firelizards also escaped the plague. 734 & 40: The night of the landslide saw him sleeping elsewhere which was good considering his hut was wiped out entirely. A lot of good riders were lost that night and S’igi buried his grief in the work to help rebuild. When S’kef said they were moving North again, S’igi applauded the decision and decided that was one of the only good things to come out of a brownrider playing at being a Weyrleader. 735 & 41: Moving to Telgar means starting over again. It’s a routine he’s now used to and S’igi easily settles in. 736 & 42: He still turns down any hints that he should run one of the Weyrs that would be opening soon. He has no desire to lead, though he knows he’d be great at it, and wishes the others well. He does have a hint of jealousy, though, that the new Weyrleaders have built in goldriders to keep their dragons happy. 737-738 & 43-44: S’igi finds himself growing bored with the routine. He debates asking for a transfer but knows that won’t help. He needs a new adventure or game to take his mind off the tedium before he seriously considers applying for one of the wingleader positions said to be opening up soon.
Education
Craft: N/A Education Details: Basic Weyr education that was further advanced in reading and writing when he Impressed a bronze.
Hatching Date: 27.06.709 AL Birthing Weyr: Benden Home Weyr: Telgar Clutch Name: Lazy Days Clutch Mother: Gold Teldorath Clutch Father: Bronze Genavath
Appearance: Length: 30 Height: 16 Wingspan: 45 Scars & Markings: Several scars on the right side of his lower torso and legs from fending off felines. Weyrlinghood: Pale with streaks of a shade that’s close to orange on his two front legs, head, and tip of his tail. Adulthood: Before the plague, Kovith was one of the largest bronze dragons amongst the Weyrs. Now, however, the new clutches seem to produce larger dragons and Kovith finds himself on the lower end, though his regal stance still sets him apart from many of the others.
When it comes to colouring, he’s always been a bit paler than most bronze dragons to the point where he looks sun-faded along his front. It has never bothered him and S’igi says it makes him stand out as much as his posture and personality.
Mindvoice: A low tenor that turns silky smooth when he or S’igi are randy.
General Character Traits:
Kovith is more of an observer than a participator. He likes to know what’s going on and to be able to fill in S’igi if his rider fails to notice something. He comes across a bit aloof because of this, especially since he’ll do his best to only speak to S’igi. Fellow dragons may get some words out of him but he prefers to avoid that as well.
Like his bonded, Kovith will work hard when given a task. They reigned at the top of their class and while neither have lofty goals of ruling, they do like to reign above everyone else when it comes to a show of skill and talent.
Otherwise, he’s a bit laidback, feeding off of S’igi’s emotions and desires, knowing that it wouldn’t be frowned upon for them to relax whenever they can.
Habits/Mannerisms: Enjoys hunting his prey. Even within the hunting grounds, Kovith will watch from afar, looking for the perfect victim, stalking it, before swooping in. He then eats in a rather prim manner; no slouching and does his best not to make a complete mess of himself and the area.
Likes: Bread: He once stole a piece of S’igi’s bread when he was a hatchling and found he enjoyed it as well. He’s often given pieces as a special treat. Swimming: Like most dragons, Kovith enjoys splashing around in water, getting exercise and cooling off. Sunning: Spending the afternoon on a hot rock in the sun is relaxing and needed regularly to keep his cool around idiots.
Dislikes: Kids: They’re loud and smell. He especially hates if they try to climb on him or think he’s there to play with. Felines: They make him nervous after the feline attack that left him with scars and killed one of their small party members while in exile. Cold: He feels sluggish in the cold and wants to sleep in.
Strengths: Observant: Kovith likes to know what’s going on and, in a sense, people watches. He tries to be an extra set of eyes and ears for S’igi. Intelligent: Given the limitations on the way the dragon brain functions, Kovith is among the brighter dragons. He pays attention to how things work, how people behave, and learns through his bond with S’igi, delving into his memories regularly to help keep him updated. Loyal: As all dragons are, Kovith is always there for S’igi, even willing to step outside his comfort zone if it assists his rider. A very small collection of other dragons receive nearly the same level of loyalty from him.
Flaws: Aloof: Kovith doesn’t really need to talk to other people or even dragons, though his brethren will get him to speak before a human outside of S’igi will. He likes to keep his distance. Tactless: He’s not the most sensitive dragon and will blurt out the honest but brutal truth if he feels like it. S’igi is not immune to this treatment though he doesn’t receive it too often. Sarcastic: When he’s not pointing out the obvious to S’igi in an effort to annoy him, he’s tossing sharp-tongued comments at him usually about the person S’igi is talking to or thinking about.
Hex Codes:Kovith Font:Dragon talking all day long~ Singing a song~ Background: e59748 Preview: f9e6cc
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RP Sample
Finally the call to reunite had come. S’igi had nearly given up on this day, though he had long since stopped asking Kovith on a daily basis if he had heard anything or could reach any of the golds they knew. The fact that it came from Nirinath and Tsuen didn’t really bother him. S’igi could only assume she had knowledge of the plague and it dying out that he clearly didn’t know. He had taken the exile seriously and never sought out anyone else. He did have two beautiful women with him for most of his time exiled so that had helped. The past several months had been hard on him, though, with raising two young toddlers on his own when he didn’t even have a strong affection for children to begin with.
He paused in his packing of the few things they had as memories hit him hard with the death of his lovers and the birth of his children. His gaze went distant as he sat down in the dirt, playing idly with the buckle of his riding jacket.
Everything had been going rather well considering they were in exile and only three of them. He had chosen wisely over those he would take with him. He had been casually seeing greenrider D’nal and while she was a great lay, S’igi almost turned her away, afraid for Kovith. In the end, it seemed both of their dragons were fine and it was best to pack and head out as soon as possible. With two dragons, they were able to pack a decent amount of clothing and supplies and still have room for the other woman he was casually seeing; the kitchen worker Kimalt. She was easy on the eyes but also could cook for them, which was a strong selling point since he could barely boil water for klah.
They had a good arrangement and S’igi was almost able to convince himself he was happy with being settled down even if it was with two women who had to come to terms with sharing or not getting anything at all. Then, he had screwed up and got D’nal pregnant. Kovith still liked to point out he had been careless and taking care of the kids was a proper punishment. S’igi supposed Kimalt’s jealousy and insisting a few months later when it was obvious D’nal was with child that she also wanted to give him a kid was part of the punishment for being stupid. Since he was stuck in the wild with two women that could swing their mood as fast as swing a stick at his head, he had relented and taken the next several months to increase their fortification around their camp, knowing the wailing babies would attract predators’ attention.
S’igi focused again on the task and went to the bags that were stuffed in the corner of their hut that he hadn’t looked at for months, having belonged to Kimalt. D’nal’s pregnancy had been surprisingly easy and it was only when she went into labour that he truly realized how stupid it was to knock up both women. They didn’t have a Healer and none of them knew more than basic first aid for scrapes and a fever. Luckily, she had survived and given him a son, Dyndandal. Kimalt, however, hadn’t been as lucky. The labour was long and hard and in the end she bled out and died hours after giving birth to a girl, Kydra. She had held her daughter and seemed a peace and, oddly, S’igi took comfort in that. He didn’t blame the girl for killing one of his lovers and the one that was most talented with cooking, but focused on the positive; they had learned to cook along the way and D’nal was happy to look after both kids.
He decided that all the supplies they could carry would be welcomed at the reunion since he wasn’t sure what anyone else had though most of her clothes had been repurposed for the children. Kimalt’s bags were added to the trunk and without debate, D’nal’s were added as well. Someone might like her extra clothing. A slight pang of guilt hit him and S’igi almost didn’t recognize the foreign emotion. It hadn’t been his fault for her death but sometimes he wondered if they could have done more or maybe he should have gone with her on the foraging for berries. The felines hadn’t been seen in over a week and they assumed it was safe. They were on her quickly and Kovith was quicker than the lazy gold that had been napping in the sun and got to her side, but not quick enough. He had suffered vicious claw attacks and even a few bites before they were scared off. It didn’t matter though. D’nal was dying and Kovith was bleeding from deep enough wounds to leave scars. By nightfall, D’nal was in enough agony that she asked her dragon to take them between to end it sooner and with more peace than her wounds would give her.
The next day, sitting somewhat numb at the campfire as he made klah, S’igi debated bringing the kids out to the woods and leave them for the felines. He couldn’t though. He wasn’t a murderer and couldn’t banish their mothers’ memories that easily with them out of sight.
Even now, hours before they would head off to reunite, S’igi once again had a brief moment of leaving the kids behind. Kovith, however, had already chided him for those thoughts and S’igi took that seriously. The bronze didn’t like kids any more than he did but he did have a high code of morals that wouldn’t let either of them abandon those who couldn’t take care of themselves.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t foist the toddlers onto someone else as soon as they were reunited with others once more. It’d be best for the kids and even better for him and his need to stretch his wings and be free again.
The Player
Character Created By: @Insulting Truths Dragon Created By: @Insulting Truths and ThistleProse for the adult artwork Played By: @Insulting Truths Preferred Contact: PM or Discord Inactivity Preference: Adoptable NPCs / Death
Original Name: Vessaelia Pronounced: Vess-sigh-lee-ah Nicknames: Vess, Vessa
Primary Rank: Candidate Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Bitra Date of Birth: 19.09.718 AL Searched By: @"R’nd" Searched/Stolen Date: 21.07.736 AL
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Large, expressive hazel eyes that are bright with an odd mix of innocence and mischief.
Hair: Long coppery hair with a slight wave to it that reaches nearly to her waist. Other than the colour, she finds her hair rather plain. It’s not gloriously straight nor does it have amazing curls. When she’s not wearing it loose, she keeps her hair bound in a braid to keep it out of the way when doing chores or sleeping.
Height: 5’4
General Appearance: Petite and lithe, Vessaelia gives off the impression that she’s weak and helpless. While mostly true, she is still toned from lifting buckets of water for washing and scrubbing of laundry and assisting with bathing dragons when asked. She’s fond of her size and finds clothes fit her meagre curves nicely; she may not be as busty as some women flaunting what they have but she thinks she has a perfectly delightful cup size.
Dressing Style: She prefers dresses that are a bit tighter on top and flow loose at the waist, not really caring about colour, though she does own a plain smock for the times she’s doing laundry or a particularly distasteful chore. When necessary, she will put on pants or even shorts depending on the activity.
Personality
General Character Traits: Vessaelia can be every bit the perfect lady that she’s meant to be when she’s supposed to be. She’s been brought up to know her place in the world is to marry, have kids, and look after both husband and children with meals, clothing, and a clean house. Whether she’s the one doing it all or overseeing a staff would depend on how well she was married off. For the most part, she’s good at keeping opinions to herself and knows when to speak or smile prettily but she can still give into the stereotypical anger of redheads when pushed.
When she’s not trying to impress her superiors with playing the role of the good student or good potential wife candidate, Vessaelia has a bit of playful side, though that comes out more when around people she trusts enough to call friends. She’s naturally shy and quiet around people she doesn’t know well and gets a bit nervous when too much attention is put on her when she’s not expecting it or simply doesn’t want it. Otherwise, she has a fairly bubbly personality and once she gets over her awkwardness or fear of being spoken to, she’ll chat endlessly and has plenty of smiles to give out.
Since moving to a Weyr, Vessaelia has found she enjoys the rush she gets from being, in her mind, naughty. Whether that’s something as innocent as sneaking out after curfew or something a bit more daring like flight mothing. She’s also come to realize she likes older men and after losing her virginity and enjoying casual sex her upbringing originally thought was sinful and made her a whore, Vessaelia’s taken her sneaking around to a fun new level that involves meeting up with sexy older men on occasion. Her Holder breeding still has her in moments of guilt or questioning what she’s doing so she has yet to full embrace this new side of herself but she’s enjoying the little bit of freedom she’s allowed herself to have.
Habits/Mannerisms: Stammers when nervous or thinks she’s in trouble.
Opinions:. Threadfall Theory: She’s never really given it much thought outside of songs and lessons. Hopefully it doesn’t come back but the dragons will keep them safe, right? Stealing/Kidnapping: How horrible! In a way, she feels like she was kidnapped as well thanks to her brother giving his permission to take her and not seeing what she wanted. Weryrleader S'kef: From what she heard, he sounded like a horrible person and she’s glad she hasn’t crossed paths with him. Firelizards: Adorable but she’s not sure she wants one. Women's loss of honorifics: She heard that was something that happened but it doesn’t concern her and she doesn’t really see the issue. Return North: She supposes it’s a good thing overall, but on a personal level, she’s still trying to decide if Weyr life is for her if she’d be better off in a Hold somewhere with no knowledge of dragons existing.
Likes: Dresses and Pretty Things: Vessaelia was raised to be a lady and she likes being one and looking like one. Bubble Baths and Perfumes: Bubble baths are a new luxury and Vessaelia loves them. Scented oils also make her feel luxurious and she saves up for both items every chance she can get. Boys: She’s a bit boy crazy and gets crushes easily. She prefers older men, though, as they’ll protect her and give her a steady future. Sewing: While she is handy with a thread and needle and can hem and mend clothing, Vessaelia prefers to make little stuffed toys.
Dislikes: The Dark: There’s just something unsettling about the unknown. She doesn’t like not knowing if someone’s in the room with her or an animal slinking around. Her night vision isn’t the strongest and she’ll often stumble around and worry about tripping over something. Bugs and Creepy Crawlies: She is very much a girly girl in all aspects and hates bugs. She’ll scream if one is on her or even in her room and isn’t a fan of playing in forests. Being Told No: She knows her place in society but that still doesn’t mean she wants to be denied things she desires. Being the youngest, she got a lot of hand me downs and wasn’t able to get many things new. ‘No’ is one of her least favourite words and her perfect man would spoil her and dote on her endlessly –and be gorgeous, of course.
Strengths: Sympathic: If someone is in need, even if it’s just to have someone listen to them, Vessaelia is there, offering proper words of encouragement or support. Romantic: She held onto the belief she would marry and have a beautiful family for so long that she still believes she’ll meet someone and have a happily ever after. Seeing others in love can bring up hints of jealousy but in the end she loves seeing people find their mates and be happy. Energetic: She’s a morning person, even an evening person. Vessaelia never seems to lack in energy and it shows in movement and her bubbly personality.
Flaws: Fickle: Vessaelia falls for boys easily and crushes on nearly any handsome man she finds. Superficial: Going along with her attention landing on handsome men, Vessaelia likes pretty objects and has a tendency to judge people or locations based on appearances. Gullible: Due to her sheltered upbringing, Vessaelia is easily convinced of things if you tell her with a straight enough face and enough facts to support your claim.
History
Father: Matierivess, b.691, d.728 Rank: Cotholder Mother: Saeliara, b.693, d.735 Rank: Wife Siblings:
Matiliar[M] b. 711
Saetieri [F] b. 714
Aramati [F] b. 716
Past Lovers/Partners: @"C’dhin" Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious. Children: N/A
Background Story: 718 & Born: Vessaelia is the fourth and final child for her parents. 719-724 & 1-5: Nothing overly exciting happens in her toddler years though all of her siblings are taking lessons and playing with her less. 725-727 & 6-9: Begins taking her own lessons, focusing evenly on reading, writing, and math with a Harper and basic sewing and cooking with her mother to help prepare her for marriage proposals, making her seem more appealing. 728 & 10: Her brother marries early in the year and by the end of it he has become the lord of their small hold as their father dies from a fever in the winter. 730 & 12: Her eldest sister is married off to a nearby cothold. Vessaelia finds she doesn’t like her family continuing to fall apart but also is a bit jealous that everyone is finding someone to be with, even if it’s more political and not for love. 731 & 13 Her other sister has been promised to a minor lordling in Lemos through a series of letters. Vessaelia continues her lessons, knowing her brother would be giving her away soon as well. 732 & 14: Spring sees her sister packed up with a caravan heading to Limos. Vessaelia has a feeling this is the last time she’ll see her and asks to go as well. Her brother refuses, though he’s having trouble finding someone else to marry her off to. He debates sending her to a Hall as kitchen staff or to become a tailor. 733-735 & 15-17: Other than casual flirting at Gathers, Vessaelia hasn’t found anyone truly worth her attention though she teases her brother about running off with a local boy. Mostly she helps around the hold and assists with care for her nephews. Near the end of 735 her mother passes away. 736 & 18: Bluerider @"R’nd" Searches her on his stop to the surrounding holds of Bitra. She is reluctant to go as she has been primed for marriage and was looking forward to it if anyone would ever take her. Her brother makes the decision that she should go as it would be easier and cheaper for him. 737 & 19: The year starts with her realizing she had gotten a bit too tipsy at the New Year’s Eve gather the night before and lost her virginity to the cute and also drunk greenrider @"C’dhin". She’s embarrassed and worries about her reputation until remembering where she now lives and that it would be normal. The year progresses with her slowly trying to adapt to her new life and the culture and on a dare even flight moths with another girl about her age. It was exhilarating, though a bit scary, and Vessaelia starts to realize that some aspects of the Weyr life isn’t so bad. 738 & 20: Continues to take classes, help in the laundry and kitchen areas when ordered to, and enjoys the occasional flight mothing to revel in the rush of fear of the unknown. Who will she end up with? How will he treat her? Will he be hot and fall madly in love with her afterward?
Education
Craft: N/A Specialty: Writing. She has very neat penmanship.
Education Details: Basic Harper education for a Holder.
RP Sample
She heard the screech of a green dragon taking off to lead the interested dragons around the Weyr in a merry flight and a shiver ran through her. It had been a while since she last ‘accidentally’ got caught up in a flight and she missed the thrill it gave her. Maybe she could make it in time if she were to forgo the rest of her breakfast. She toyed with her lower lip, worrying it between teeth as she contemplated the idea. She’d been asked to help in washing linens after she ate but that wasn’t anything that couldn’t keep until she got there if she had a good reason to be late. If she had learned one thing about living in a Weyr was that flights were an excellent excuse running late or dishevelled appearances. Oh, and sex was such a common place thing that they wouldn’t even judge her for it. If anything, she’d likely be asked who she partnered with, though that wasn’t any of their business! A girl had to have some secrets; especially if she wanted to properly gossip about it and tease the others with hints and tidbits first.
Vessaelia grabbed up her dishes and dumped them in the soaking bucket as she tried to make a discreet but quick departure. She heard a couple of comments about who was flying and saw a bluerider making a beeline toward a weyr and she casually followed behind him. She was a bit disappointed that it was Coroth flying since she still had a bit of a crush on her rider, C’dhin, but he usually made himself scarce when other females took to the skies, not wanting to be grabbed by a lusty rider when they lost.
She was fantasizing about the various blueriders that could be chasing and even a brownrider or two she wouldn’t mind comforting in their loss when she saw the gaggle of men around their target. Remembering what she had been taught by a helpful female weyrbrat about her age, Vessaelia hung back out of the way and scouted the men, looking for the one she wanted and a backup just in case the first one won or paired with another. It was fascinating to watch the riders give into their dragons’ lust and the trust the pairs had in each other. Some of the men she saw were fiercely independent and gave off such strong alpha vibes that it was interesting to see them all but salivating on the greenrider they crowded around and sometimes stole a touch or kiss from.
A glance up at another screech confirmed a victory was moments from happening and Vessaelia jumped into action, walking right for the man she wanted. She never made it, though, having misjudged the timing and was snagged by another loser in the crowd. She gave a girly squeal of delight and giggled as the man forcefully pushed her against the wall and started exploring with lips and hands. She lifted her hands above her head to allow the rider easy access to anything he wanted, making her feel like such a whore, wantonly begging for his touch and outside someone’s home up against their wall.
All of her morals and upbringing screamed at her to stop playing so openly and with a man she wasn’t married to at that! But it was so exciting, especially when life was so filled with routine. Being surrounded by hot men did nothing to help her desires either. At least this way she could pretend it wasn’t her hormones that had her seeking out a companion but a simple fact of life in Telgar Weyr that happened so regularly that people only cared if a couple ended up on the kitchen table or in the middle of a lesson.
An hour later and Vessaelia ran her hands down her dress to ensure everything was back in place and her recently rebraided hair was tossed over her shoulder to help complete the look of a civilized young lady and not that of a young strumpet. She quickly made her way out of the commandeered weyr, leaving behind the rider that was still a bit dazed and collecting himself. She had things to do and didn’t want to upset anyone by being late!
When she made her way into the washing room, a pleasant smile was on her face and a polite greeting was given to the other women already there. She was only a few minutes late, thankfully, and no one seemed to grill her over it. The eldest woman in the room earned a quick peck to the cheek and a warm smile, “hello, grandmother,” Vessaelia greeted the woman with fondness and while she wasn’t related to her in any way, everyone seemed to call her that and it was easy to see why. The old woman greeted the new arrivals, whether as Candidate or a worker looking for new life, with kindness and open arms and it didn’t take long to like and trust her.
Sitting down before the unoccupied bucket, Vessaelia grabbed a sheet and started scrubbing it. A glance was given to the old woman and with a smile and interest that wasn’t faked, asked, “what stories do you have for us today?”
The Player
Character Created By: @”Insulting Truths” Dragon Created By: N/A Played By: @”Insulting Truths” Preferred Contact: PM, Discord Inactivity Preference: Adoptable NPCs / Death
Original Name: Kordiavis Pronounced: Core-dee-eh-vis Nicknames: Kordi
Primary Rank: Candidate Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Ista Weyr Date of Birth: 21.03.716 AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A Searched/Stolen Date: N/A
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Expressive clear brown eyes that easily show if he’s pleased to see you or questioning your intelligence.
Hair: Straight black hair that is too long to be called clean and short but too short to be called a shag. It is, however, long enough to usually hide his eyebrows unless he’s brushed the bangs to the side. In his opinion, it’s just right.
Height: 5’10
General Appearance: A bit shorter than the average height and with a rather bland body that isn’t as toned as others around him, Kordiavis doesn’t exactly stick out. His baby face with smooth skin, pale lips that sometimes grace people with a genuine smile are what draw attention his way.
Dressing Style: Kordiavis prefers slightly more lavish clothing of soft materials, fine stitching, and perfectly sized for him. His preference for colours tends to run dark, seeing black as the easy go-to with white as a nice accent when it is needed. Even with growing up in Ista with the hot clime, one of his quirks is wearing a band of cloth tightly around his neck like a choker. Sometimes it has long ends resembling more of a scarf. He couldn’t tell you why he does it, just that he did it once and liked how it looked and that no one else did it so he continued doing so.
Personality
General Character Traits:
Kordiavis may come across as contradictory to some while others may simply think he’s crazy or has duo personalities.
For the most part, Kordiavis is quiet and seems withdrawn but he’s more than likely judging you and if you’re worth his time. He’s not huge on interacting with people and likes to be left alone as much as possible unless he decides otherwise. He likes his space and hates when someone tries to get into his personal bubble and pester him. This is borne from the way his mother treated him all his life. He’s both her joy and bane and depending on state of mind, she let him know where he stood with her. He finds it easier to avoid people and meaningful connections, though the odd person or two can break through his protective walls.
On the flip side of things, Kordiavis can have a silly side that can come as a shock to some if they only know the grumpy side that seems to hate everyone. The fun-loving, more outgoing young man shows up when he’s with his small and trusted group of friends or if he’s lacking sleep, which is more often the case. He gets a bit silly if he’s been up too long or didn’t get enough sleep the night before.
Habits/Mannerisms: Rolls his eyes when he’s had enough of someone talking, especially if they’re spouting nonsense. A sigh of disgust is more than likely to accompany it.
Opinions:. Threadfall Theory: He has been raised to believe it will return and he doesn’t see why it can’t and won’t. Stealing/Kidnapping: It didn’t affect him one way or another but he supposes it was a bad call and tarnished the reputation of dragonriders. Weryrleader S'kef: He didn’t really see the man in action but doesn’t really like what he heard about the man in general. Firelizards: Cute but he’s not sure he’d want one since he’s not sure how his mother would act around it. Women's loss of honorifics: His mother was a goldrider and they never had honorifics so he doesn’t see why other female riders would. All or none. Return North: Bittersweet. He had never seen a dragon before and only had his mother’s stories and ramblings to go off of. It was hard seeing a dragon for the first time knowing what the loss of one did to the rider but in the end, he’s happy they’re back.
Likes: Sleep: Beds are warm and cozy and sleep makes everything better, including the disposition of some people. Painting: When he was younger and afraid to speak because he might upset his mom, Kordiavis started painting to express himself. They started out as simple pictures but he’s grown more into abstract with the colours and patterns speaking more about the emotions he’s going through then any one defined item. It also helps keep him from triggering his mom like when he drew a dragon when little. Reading: Solitary activities appeal to him and reading had the added benefit of transporting him to someone else’s life or fantastical places. It also helped keep him quiet and out of the way when needed or quietly hidden when he wanted to be left alone.
Dislikes: Invasion of his Space: He’s not fond of being touched or bothered when he’s reading or enjoying his ‘me time’. People touching his hair: If he dislikes people being in his space, he absolutely hates people messing with his hair. Yes, it’s soft, but you don’t need to touch it! Pudding: It’s just weird. What sort of texture is that?
Strengths: Creative: While mostly in the form of painting, Kordiavis also enjoys expressing himself through poems; though he always burns the paper afterwards lest someone find them. Fearless: He does what he wants and doesn’t worry about the consequences whether it’s dark caves or talking back to someone larger than him. Loyal: Despite the turmoil he’s suffered over the years and urges to run away, Kordiavis is loyal to his mother and defends her honour when someone speaks ill of her. If anyone else manages to break through his walls, they will find his loyalty extending to them as well.
Flaws: Brutally Honest: If he doesn’t like you or your idea, you’ll know. He is a master of ‘are you stupid?’ faces. Selfish: He’s done so much for or because of his mother over the years that he has learned to only help himself if given the choice. Now an adult, he has realized he has to live for himself, not others. Cynical: He’s grown up learning that everyone has a horrible side and not everyone is acting in the best interests of others. He finds it hard to believe anyone is solely good without their own motives; even he has them now.
History
Father: Unknown Rank: Unknown Mother: Alcynnia, b.684 Rank: Ex-goldrider now a goldrider mentor Siblings: None?
Past Lovers/Partners: Talaria Current Lovers/Partners: Nothing serious. Children: Talavis [M] b.733
Background Story: 716 & Born: Alcynnia is dragonless and pregnant. She stays in Ista Weyr’s empty halls for months, giving birth to the son that kept her from dying with her dragon. 717-721 & 1-5: They’re relocated to Ista Hold when he’s still an infant and both mother and child receive some needed care. Kordiavis is raised by his mother on good days and random people on her bad days. 722 & 6: Still too young to fully grasp why his mother sometimes hates him as much as she loves him, Kordiavis withdraws into himself and tries to stay out of everyone’s way. He starts attending Harper lessons and enjoys them if only to get away from his weird life for a few hours a day. 722-727 & 6-11: As he grows up, Kordiavis starts to understand more what his mother is going through and learns when to stay out of her way depending on the mood. He now knows why she sometimes yells and hates him but hearing your own mother say such things still hurts. Kordiavis takes to spending free time outside, painting or napping under trees until he’s called back in for meals or chores. 728-731 & 12-15: He shows no real skill for any tasks around the Hold but lends a hand where he can when it’s requested of him. 732 & 16: Meets Talaria, an older girl that fancies him, at the end of the turn and he thinks he loves her in return and debates the merits of running off with her. He’s not much use around the Hold and his mom might do better without the constant reminder of what was and could have been. But neither of them have the means to support themselves or even travel off the island of Ista. 733 & 17: Their secret tryst is discovered and Kordiavis finds out he was being used to help elevate her status from a simple serving girl at the tavern. He feels betrayed and wonders if women are just naturally crazy and not to be trusted. Talaria gives birth at the end of the year, though Kordiavis still won’t take her back and wants nothing to do with the child. He earns some looks and sharp comments about his behaviour and how his father must have been a dragonrider to pass down such immoral practices of not taking in his child, but he believes it to be proper punishment for the way Talaria played him and now she has two mouths to feed for her deceit. 734 & 18: One day while napping under a tree, Kordiavis awakens from a large shadow over head. He’s convinced he hit his head or is falling ill as he sees a few dragons land in the distance. Rushing back to the Hold proves he’s fine, but his mother isn’t at the sight of the dragons. He’s instantly struck with confusion over how to feel. Dragons are back! That’s pretty damn exciting but his entire life has been filled with stories of love and hate for the beasts and how they will leave you alone when they die. But dragons! He honestly sees this as a way to get out of the never-ending cycle of the Hold life and a way to avoid marriage, kids, and being judged. 735 & 19: Despite being an adult and able to make his own decisions, his mother won’t let him speak to the Searchriders in case he actually is worthy of a dragon. He hates her for making him stay but like always, that emotion fades quickly and he respects her wishes. 736 & 20: They receive word that Ista Weyr is going to be opened soon to help support the growing dragon population. Kordiavis doesn’t say anything as he debates whether he should just run away to the Weyr and work there for a new life. What surprises him, however, is when Alcynnia is asked to be a goldrider mentor and while he can see her anger, he also sees a hint of longing to be a part of that world again. He finally sees something he wants and acting selfishly, helps encourage her to take the job, pointing out the good she will do. 737 & 21: Despite his age and how he’s creeping closer to the age out line, Kordiavis still doesn’t want a dragon of his own. He’s lived with someone who lost their dragon and saw what happens; he doesn’t want to risk it. He is warming up to having dragons around all the time but he still hasn’t taken a Candidate class. He lends his pathetic skills where they’re needed around the Weyr instead. 738 & 22: He’s fascinated by some of the people in the Weyr and their stories of triumph and loss. It helps in convincing him that Weyr life is better than in a Hold and that maybe he should consider classes soon. He’s still hesitant though and hasn’t mentioned it to his mother yet.
Education
Craft: Specialty: Reading.
Education Details: The basic education that was provided at the hold.
RP Sample
His mother wouldn’t let him sit in on the meeting with the dragonriders that came to see her. He had politely excused himself after introducing them to Alcynnia but they didn’t know he waited around the corner, listening in through the slightly ajar door that they also didn’t realize hadn’t closed tight upon his departure. He wasn’t about to miss whatever it was they had to say and he knew his mother wouldn’t tell him; at least not the entire truth. She had a way with avoiding truths and still making it sound plausible.
Kordiavis frowned when they finally got through the niceties thanks to Alcynnia bluntly telling them to get on with it or get out. She also had a way with getting to the point, as the men quickly found out. The bronzerider – he hadn’t paid enough attention to remember his name – cleared his throat, likely surprised at the tone he was being given but quickly moved into the real reason they were there. Ista Weyr had been voted as one of the two new Weyrs they would open since the dragon population was rising steadily but they found they lacked in experienced and knowledgeable riders that know how to run Weyrs. Kordiavis doubted that; if it were true, they would have all died in the South instead of prospering in Katila and then in Telgar. He supposed there was more than one person helping in both situations but why they were telling his mom any of this seemed odd.
Not that he was focusing too much on that. Ista Weyr was going to open! Perhaps he could be Searched by one of those dragons or simply run away to the Weyr and hope to find a life of his own there. After all, it was where he was born and where he started his life. It could hold the meaning to his existence and he could find a place to fit in, maybe someone to warm his bed again at night – not that he was really interested lately. Talaria had burned him to the core and Kordiavis still wasn’t sure he could trust another so intimately again. But most of all, maybe he could live there and still be counted as close enough that his mom wouldn’t have constant reminders of her former life when she looked at him but they could visit easily when she had bouts of actually loving him and maybe missing him.
Kordiavis was trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject with her when the bronzrider’s words filtered through his brain. Wait; had he just asked to have Alcynnia join them at Ista and be the mentor to his Weyrwoman? Was that a cruel joke? He cautiously inched closer to the door and tried to peak in, needing to see his mother’s expression. He thought he saw anger, fear, and even a hint of longing. He hoped he saw that last one, anyway. If she went, he’d definitely get dragged along!
Besides, he felt it was possibly time for her to see dragons again and what had become of the once proud group of people. They could help each other. Despite how crazy she sounded most days, Kordiavis still believed his mother was intelligent and held the key to so many secrets she hadn’t share since his birth. It was becoming increasingly clear that they really didn’t fit in with Holders; well, he didn’t at least. He was too much of a free soul, judged for his actions, and wasn’t that great at skills Holders felt were important.
He wanted to go to Ista Weyr and if the bronzerider couldn’t convince his mother, than he would.
The Player
Character Created By: @”Insulting Truths” Dragon Created By: N/A Played By: @”Insulting Truths” Preferred Contact: PM, Discord Inactivity Preference: Adoptable NPCs / Death
Original Name: Mylorah Pronounced: My-lore-ah Nicknames: Mylo
Primary Rank: Gold Candidate Secondary Ranks: Being Pretty
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr Date of Birth: 10.0.721 AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A Weybred Searched/Stolen Date: N/A Weyrbred
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Light brown that are close to being classified as unremarkable. When she’s startled or even staring off into space, they do look larger and sometimes vacant, giving her the look of a doll.
Hair: Wavy brown locks that alternate from light to dark depending on the season. Length also varies from shoulder blades to mid-back, depending on when she gets annoyed with it and feels it’s time to trim it. Shorter pieces frame her face, though she doesn’t have actual fringe. It’s typically kept loose but when needed, it’s pulled back in a low pony tail.
Height: 5’8
General Appearance: Unlike her half-brothers, T’ryn and Ayontay, who are spitting images of their father, Mylorah takes after her mother in almost everything but height. Being slightly above average in height for women, Mylorah comes across as lithe due to her slim shape and smaller bust. Most of her height is in her legs with a rather uneventful torso that has just enough curves for her to tease with.
She has high cheekbones and when she smiles – which is often and bright – she appears to have chipmunk cheeks, giving her a slightly pudgier-looking face. Her short nose doesn’t help either, leaving her looking younger than she actually is.
Dressing Style: On hot days, the less the best! She likes tops and dresses that have little to no sleeves. Modesty is not something that weighs her down and low cut tops and even short dresses or shorts fill her wardrobe. When she has to behave, proper dresses are worn and sometimes even pants if the chore or task for the day calls for it.
Personality
General Character Traits: Mylorah is a rather even-tempered and bubbly girl. She doesn’t see the need in getting angry or getting into fights and if she does, then it’s for something or someone she deeply cares about. Typically, she’ll go with the flow and do her best not to rock the boat. Attention is nice, but she doesn’t want to attract the wrong sort or be judged as a troublemaker.
Mylorah tends to see the good in everyone, even the bully and troublemaker she doesn’t want to be. There’s likely a good reason why they do what they do and maybe they just need someone to listen to them. She’ll do her best to be that person and often her cheerful disposition will at least earn her a new friend, though she likely didn’t change who they are.
She comes across as naïve or far too innocent for her own good, and while she is genuinely sweet, sometimes she plays up the innocence. She knows what is expected of her both as a woman and a potential goldrider so for the right people, she’ll make sure they see the right side of her that is innocent, pliable, and even a bit dumb. Sometimes, though, it’s not an act and she really is blissfully unaware of more serious issues.
Mylorah can also have her ditzy moments. It stems from a gullibility that surfaces when someone is especially good at spinning tall tales that she can’t discern fact from fiction. Daydreaming while doing chores also leaves her in the awkward position of not knowing what’s going on even though she was there the entire time. Some of her friends refer to this as Ditzy Mitzy making her appearance known.
Like most ‘R’nd Kids’, Mylorah suffers from bouts of insecurity and even abandonment issues. Her father had moved on to his next love interest before even knowing her mother was pregnant. It’s hard to feel worthwhile when your father doesn’t know you exist. She has yet to form a true attachment to anyone, but Mylorah also struggles with getting close to someone because they might end up leaving her. That’s also a large portion of why she doesn’t want to have kids. What if the dad leaves her before she even knows she’s pregnant, or because of it?
Habits/Mannerisms: Mylorah likes to play with her hair. Whether it’s from tossing it over one shoulder to the other or simply twirling it around her fingers. And while she tries not to, she is sometimes seen biting her finger nails, a habit she is trying to stop.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: Horrible! Hopefully it won’t return again. Stealing/Kidnapping: Made sense at the time. Probably. She likes the way things are now. A lot less whining. Weryrleader S'kef: He was a bit scary but he never did anything to her so he’s all right. He’s also easy on the eyes. Firelizards: Absolutely adorable! Sometimes a pain but endless entertainment and companionship. Women's loss of honorifics: Seems a bit rude to take away from those that had that honour for decades, but she likes her name enough that she doesn’t mind that she’ll never be something silly like M’ah. Return North: Why do they have to go? Katila was perfect!
Likes: Being Outside: Mostly she prefers to be outside for swimming, lazing in the sun, and some sports. She doesn’t like having to do manual labour where she’s left hot and sweaty and nothing fun to show for it. Her Siblings: She’s closest to her half-brothers T’ryn and Korlin. She actually grew up with Korlin and he’s always looked after her. T’ryn was the first to pull her into the secret ‘R’nd Kid’ club and quickly became someone she could rely on and call friend. Ayontay and a couple of the sisters aren’t bad either, though she doesn’t often seek them out for company. Sex: While she currently (as of 739) is still discovering the joys, later on Mylorah will find sex has multiple uses. It’s a good way to relieve stress, pass the time, and bond with someone. While her romantic side knows it should be something special between two people, she still typically sees it as something to enjoy with anyone close to her that she calls friend or is attracted to. She is very much her father’s daughter in that regard.
Dislikes: Judgemental People: While she can be accused of that by judging how hot someone is, Mylorah is more against people who turn their nose up at others who aren’t as smart or privileged at them. Kids: They’re loud, dirty, and need a lot of attention. She can be a bit too self-absorbed and absent-minded to give the proper attention to a child. If she ever finds herself pregnant, she will find someone else to raise the kid. Needlework: She wanted to like it, she really did! It seemed like a nice quiet activity to pass the time with either alone or within a group but it’s rather boring and if her mind wanders, she ends up stabbing herself when working with sharp needles or messing up her counting and pattern when knitting or crocheting.
Strengths: Strong-willed/Determined: She might be ditzy and naïve, but she’s still weyrbred and tough. Nothing keeps her down for long and she’ll continue on her current path regardless of bumps. Charismatic: If nothing else shows she’s a child of R’nd, her easy way with people and charming them definitely does. She’s easy to get along with and casts a smile at anyone she crosses paths with. Compassionate: She wants to help everyone she’s capable of and even those that she knows she can’t, she’ll try to find someone else who can.
Flaws: Scatter-brained: Sometimes she forgets she’s supposed to be somewhere or that she promised even the smallest of task. A reminder from someone who knows her schedule isn’t frowned upon and she has taken to writing down her tasks in daily lists in a small pocket book T’ryn commissioned for her. Insecure: While it’s not uncommon for riders to not claim or help raise their child, it has left Mylorah feeling a bit insecure about her place in the world and wondering if someone would actually be able to love her and stay with her. This doubt sometimes hinders her in other areas that involve creating with her hands. Impulsive: If she takes too long to decide something, she ends up wavering and fretting over the decision. So she’s adapted to just going with her gut and jumping at a chance that comes her way and making decisions. It doesn’t always work in her favour. Naïve: Because of her desire to help everyone and be friends with everyone, she doesn’t always see the ugliness in someone or that she’s being taken advantage of.
On her mother’s side:
Korlin (M b.720)
Lintian (M b.728 d.734)
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A Current Lovers/Partners: N/A Children: N/A Background Story: 721 & 0: Mylorah is born. She is the result of a whirlwind romance between her mother and R’nd. 722-725 & 1-4: Spends most of her time in the crèche while her mom helps out in the kitchen and laundry. 728 & 7: Her mother gives birth to a son with the greenrider she settled down with a turn earlier. 728-733 & 7-12: Starts attending lessons with riders or Stolen Candidates that have Harper training. At first she hates it and can’t really concentrate as she wants to play but slowly starts to accept it and finds some of the history interesting. 734 & 13: The landslide happens at night while everyone is asleep. Most of their hut was destroyed from the impact and her mother and younger brother die. While the greenrider stepdad has always been nice to them, he says he can’t continue to look after them without thinking about his mate and their son. With nothing else to call their own, Mylorah and her surviving brother take to helping look after the younger kids while the adults rebuild. She knows who her real dad is but also knows he wouldn’t be able to take her in or likely know how to raise a daughter. 735 & 14: With everyone moving North again, Mylorah almost wonders if she can stay in Katila with the older riders that want to retire. She likes it there and doesn’t want to be shuffled around and seen as a nuisance. In the end, she’s ordered to go, like everyone else. While still too young to Stand, she’s still housed with the Candidates. Again she considers briefly asking R’nd to take her in but also knows how intimate he is with B’jin and wouldn’t want a kid around. 736 & 15: Ista and Fort are now open. Her friends are scattered about to help plan for future clutches. Mylorah decides to go to Ista, missing the near-constant sunshine and warmth. 738 & 16: Realises that while boys are cute and fun to play with, Mylorah finds women are just as attractive and she considers finding out about how fun they are as well. 739 & 18: After her 18th birthday in month two, Mylorah was informed that any time a gold egg is clutched regardless of the Weyr, she will be shuffled off to prepare for it. She’s not fond of the idea of being passed around and used like that, but she does like the idea of being a goldrider and having her own dragon and space to call her own again.
Education
Craft: Basic education. Specialty: Writing.
Education Details: She’s had very basic education provided by various dragonriders and Candidates with Harper training. Most of it was boring but history sparked her interest a bit and she’s been told she has very fine penmanship.
RP Sample
Sometimes she felt like N’mor didn’t like her. He seemed to tolerate her because her half-brother T’ryn liked to spend time with her. Mylorah had to admit, she originally thought that friendship was odd when she started spending more time with her bronzeriding brother – who was known simply as Telrynd at the time – and she had been right in eventually calling him out on befriending the kid because he was the son of their dad’s current love interest. But she didn’t think the friendship would last and was pleased when she was proven wrong. It was kind of amazing to see such a strong friendship, one that only deepened after the devastation of the landslide. She had lost a half-brother and her mother that horrifying night so it was nice to focus on the positive that came out of it, like N’mor living and a friendship flourishing.
Mylorah sometimes still spent time with the pair when she could but given they were both bronzeriders and she was a lowly Candidate, it was hard to line up free time. She still believed N’mor dodged her at times as well, but today wasn’t going to be one of those days. She had decided the bronzerider was far too happy lately and it was her belief that that meant he was seeing someone. Everyone was happier when they were in a relationship, or at least having great sex. Either way, she was dying to know who it was.
Honestly, that desire was born slightly of jealousy as she may have had a crush on N’mor at one point before deciding his surliness wasn’t as charming as she initially thought. Mostly, though, she was genuinely curious to know who finally stole his heart, or at least awakened his libido because it always seemed like T’ryn and N’mor were more interested in each other’s company than finding a woman to warm their beds.
So it was Mylorah made her way across the Weyr to N’mor’s door. She thought about visiting her brother instead but the curiosity was too much and she knocked even as she opened the door slightly and called out his name to announce her presence.
Hair: Medium to dark brown with a slight curl to it that is kept around shoulder length.
Height: 5’6
General Appearance:
Dressing Style:
Personality
General Character Traits:
- A good mother but definitely appreciates having a staff to help her with the children.
- Lovingly dotes on her husband as she genuinely loves him.
- Charismatic. Friendly. An excellent hostess for parties.
- Has known Azrin since they were children and knows when she’s able to voice opinions or let him know he’s walking on dangerous ground/being an idiot.
Habits/Mannerisms:
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: Stealing/Kidnapping: Weryrleader S'kef: Firelizards: Women's loss of honorifics: Return North:
Likes: 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:
History
Father: Aldristian, b.685, d.YYY Rank: Lord Holder of Ista Mother: Candellra, b.691, d.719 Rank: Wife and Lady Holder of Ista Siblings:
[F] b.707
[F] b.712
[F] b.713
Aldra [M] b.715
[M] b.719 d.719
Half-siblings from her father’s second wife:
[M] b.721
[M] b.723
[F] b.726
[F] b.729
[M] b.732
[F] b.736
Background Story: 709 & Born: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 725 & 17: Candristra marries Azrin, the second son of the Lord of High Reaches early in the year as an arranged marriage between their fathers before moving to High Reaches. At the end of the year, their first child is born. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age:
Education
Education Details: Higher end education due to being a child of a Lord Holder but one that is befitting a woman. She’s been trained more in the domestic affairs of a household and socialising on her husband’s behalf at parties.
RP Sample
Character Base Created By:Insulting Truths Character's Finalisation Created By: @Username Played By: @Username Preferred Contact: Inactivity Preference: Adoptable NPCs
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N’vax
Bronzerider
Henrik Lundqvist
Important Details
Original Name: Nodirivax Pronounced: no-dear-ee-vax Honorific: N’vax Pronounced: Nuh-vax Nicknames:
Place of Birth: Telgar Weyr Date of Birth: dd.mm.685 AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A Weyrbrat Searched/Stolen Date: N/A Weyrbrat Impression Age: 14, dd.mm.699 AL Physical Age: 32
Exiled With: goldrider Domilla
Partner:
Appearance
Eyes: Deep set clear blue eyes.
Hair: A dark blonde or light brown, depending on who you ask, that has a bit of a wave to it. N’vax usually keeps it on the shorter side where it’s just long enough to style with some oil to keep off of his face. He was never a fan of the shaved look.
Height: 6’4
General Appearance: N’vax has strong facial features from a nose that grabs your attention to a chiselled jawline and to a large forehead. Yet it all pulls together nicely with the assistance of full somewhat bushy eyebrows and deep set clear blue eyes. Typically you’ll also find him with well-maintained stubble as opposed to clean-shaven.
While of average height, his frame is that of an athlete; someone that work outs regularly thanks to the upkeep of a dragon and enjoying a run each morning.
Dressing Style: N’vax is a very sharp dresser and
Personality
General Character Traits:
While he hasn’t reached the stage of ‘crotchety old man’ just yet, he does come across as grouchy at times. This is in part due to his more traditional views but also due to his vision starting to fade, making it harder for him to see further away, including faces of approaching people.
Habits/Mannerisms:
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: It may have only happened once, but it may come back again and they should be ready for it. Stealing/Kidnapping: Rather disgraceful but given how they were made to live, it had to be done. Weryrleader S'kef: Another brownrider that overreached. They aren’t meant to lead. Firelizards: Delightful pests. He doesn’t want one himself but they remind him of the times pre-plague when dragons were abundant. Women's loss of honorifics: Return North: Pleased. They shouldn’t have stayed in the South as long as they did.
Past Lovers/Partners: Goldrider Domilla d.719 Current Lovers/Partners: Children: Possibly a couple with cavern workers, pre-plague. Possibly a kid or two from Katila.
Background Story: 625 & Born: Nodirivax is born from a union brought on by his father losing a Flight and grabbing the nearest pretty woman he saw. Year & Age: Year & Age: 699 & 14: Stands at his second hatching and Impresses to a bronze. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 715 & 30: The plague strikes. 716 & 31: With the older to go South given, N’vax hesitates on who to bring, believing it will be a short term thing but doesn’t want to go insane with boredom if it does drag on a bit. He asks Domilla, a young pretty goldrider he won a recent Flight of, to come with him as her dragon had already been kept away from others to keep the gold safe. 717-719 & 32-34: Exile lasts longer than expected and he’s happy he took someone with him. However, Domilla dies mid-719 during childbirth, losing the child as well. 720 & 35: The call to reunite comes and N’vax is glad for it. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 735-736 & 50-51: Thrilled with the news that they were moving North again, N’vax happily moves back into Telgar and stays there when the other two Weyrs open. He considers applying for Weyrleader but currently doesn’t want to lead the disorganized mess of Weyr and folk. 738 & 53: Starts to acknowledge that his vision isn’t quite what it used to be the last several years and relies a bit on his dragon to help him see off in the distance, and even across the dining cavern to see the face of someone waving at him. He keeps this a secret as he can’t even trust family with such an important fact. Though he suspects in ten years he’ll be completely blind. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age:
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Aldristian
Ista Lord Holder
Mark Harmon
Important Details
Original Name: Aldristian Pronounced: Al-dris-tea-an Nicknames:
Primary Rank: Lord Holder Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Ista Hold Date of Birth: 16.07.685 AL
Partner: Latizia
Appearance
Eyes: Green
Hair: Kept short and well-groomed. He’s moving past the distinguished salt and pepper look and mostly into salt now.
Height: 6’4
General Appearance:
Dressing Style: Very dapper.
Personality
General Character Traits:
- Traditionalist when it comes to ruling his land and interacting with other Holds.
- In recent years become more accepting of dragonriders returning since Ista Weyr asks mostly for trades at this time and not tithing.
Habits/Mannerisms:
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: It may be back again but history is forming a pattern and they should be safe a while longer. Stealing/Kidnapping: Entirely uncalled for but at least it explains some of the complaints he received from his residents. Weryrleader S'kef: Firelizards: Women's loss of honorifics: Return North:
Past Lovers/Partners: First wife Candellra Current Lovers/Partners: Latizia b.703 Children:
With his first wife, Candellra
[F] b.707
Candristra [F] b.709 (Married to @Azrin)
[F] b.712
[F] b.713
Aldra [M] b.715 (Heir)
[M] b.719 d.719
With his second wife, Latizia:
[M] b.721
[M] b.723
[F] b.726
[F] b.729
[M] b.732
[F] b.736
Background Story: 685 & Born: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 719 & 34: His wife, Candellra, dies in childbirth. 721 & 36: Enough time for mourning has passed and he remarries to a much younger woman, Latizia. She is the daughter of _____ Hold. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age:
Education
Education Details:
RP Sample
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Sathinovan
Candidate
Jackson Rathbone
Important Details
Original Name: Sathinovan Pronounced: Saa-thee-no-vin Honorific: Pronounced: Nicknames:
Place of Birth: Date of Birth: 23.02.717 AL Searched By: Searched Date: 16.03.739 AL Impression Age: Age, dd.mm.yyy AL Physical Age: Aged Out:
Partner:
Appearance
Eyes: Green
Hair: Shaggy brown that’s sometimes kept in a ponytail.
Height: 6’2
General Appearance:
Dressing Style:
Personality
General Character Traits:
Flirtatious.
Carefree.
Somewhat arrogant.
A bit on the flamboyant side with style and mannerisms thanks to being a Harper that likes to entertain.
Habits/Mannerisms:
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: He tells the stories and believes there’s truth in them. Stealing/Kidnapping: That explains what happened to some of his seniors. Weryrleader S'kef: Sounds like he was a bundle of joy. Firelizards: They could be handy in delivering messages or bringing him the latest gossip. Women's loss of honorifics: Doesn’t directly concern him but he supposes that’s a bit of a bummer. Return North: Exciting! The tales he told have come back to life.
Past Lovers/Partners: The daughter of a Holder he got pregnant during a fling. Current Lovers/Partners: Children:
Background Story: 717 & Born: Sathinovan is born to a happy couple. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 730 & 13: Is accepted into Harper Hall. Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: Year & Age: 737 & 19: Becomes a Jr. Journeyman! Sathinovan is excited to travel and see the world he’s really only read about. Year & Age: 739 & 22: A month after his birthday, he is thankfully Searched. Sathinovan jumps at the chance, both intrigued by the idea of living amongst dragons but also to escape the wrath of the Lord he insulted by getting his unwed daughter pregnant while serving at that Hold for several months.
Education
Craft: Harper Specialty: Performing
Craft Rank: Jr. Journeyman Date Apprenticed: dd.mm.730 AL 13 Date Tapped: dd.mm.737 AL 19 Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details: While reading came naturally to him, his penmanship is a bit of a disaster. Luckily, it’s in the art of performing that he both loves and excels at. Enjoying the way his voice can move people to tears or laughter with the right song and intonation.
RP Sample
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Original Name: Azrin Pronounced: Aaz-rin Nicknames: Baby Boy
Primary Rank: Lordling currently second in line Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: High Reaches Hold Date of Birth: 22.02.707 AL
Partner: Candristra
Appearance
Eyes: Expressive pale hazel eyes that seem to see right through you are framed with thick lashes giving a slightly feminine vibe.
Hair: A light shade of brown that lightens even further with too much sunlight. He keeps his hair in a respectable length for a Lord Holder’s son but it sometimes gets away from him and seems to have a bit of stylized bed head.
Height: 6’2
General Appearance: It is easy to call Azrin a pretty boy thanks to his smooth skin and youthful complexion. Thick eyelashes and full lips don’t help with this idea either, leaving people shocked when they find out he’s the second oldest son. Sometimes he tries to grow a beard to lose the baby face but he sadly can’t reach a full beard but just a distinguished amount of stubble.
Like the vast majority of his bloodline, Azrin is of slender frame with some muscle definition due to a slight enjoyment from working out. But he’s of high rank and enjoys the life of luxury that keeps him from being fully ripped or more than somewhat toned.
Dressing Style: Suits or a nice sweater are the norm for Azrin. Given the colder climate that they live in nearly year round, he’s not opposed to layering and will often be seen in a shirt, open shirt, and suit jacket on if he’s not simply in a shirt and sweat over top. He’s a bit on the flamboyant side with colours and patterns, preferring to accessorize with a necklace and a few rings—especially his large ring that shows him as a member of the High Reaches family.
Personality
General Character Traits: Azrin gives off a languid vibe of a lordling that has no ambition or direction in life except to party and enjoy what he has. While he can and does enjoy his life and enjoys a good party, the flighty playboy persona is just a façade. Azrin is extremely ambitious and will do anything to get what he desires, including sabotage or removing an obstacle one way or another. He is a bit calmer than his older brother Jaetyn when it comes to scheming, he’s but still willing to do what he can to move the inheritance along and climb the social ladder.
He has an appetite for the ladies, at least while he’s off on business trips. He’s smart enough, at least, not to have a mistress too close to home where it might cause issues. Azrin borders on being a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy where he makes sure there’s no strings and no one gets attached. However, he’ll usually still pop in on the next trip in that direction; until a child appears. The woman is either paid off or possibly ‘taken care of’ if he feels the woman will be too much trouble.
He’s rather intelligent in regards to politics and enjoys the games the lords and Holds play amongst themselves with alliances and secret alliances. He pays close attention to it all, learning what he can so he can make his own alliances; not that he’d trust anyone enough to expose his back or unattended glass of wine to.
Habits/Mannerisms: When lost in thought, Azrin can be seen gently swirling his drinking glass as he stares with unseeing eyes at it.
Opinions:. Threadfall Theory: Not at all worried about it if it is returning. He lives in a nice solid Hold. Stealing/Kidnapping: Rather uncalled for, though he can see why they stayed hidden for so long. Better to return strong and with numbers to back them up. Weryrleader S'kef: From what he’s heard, he was a man that knew what he wanted and took it. Azrin can respect that. Firelizards: Adorable but hard to trust. They can relay what they see to their bonded, making them perfect spies. Women's loss of honorifics: Doesn’t really concern him. Return North: Dragons will be a convenient form of travel once again but he wonders about the dynamics between Hold and Weyr now.
Likes: Fine Alcohol: He considers himself a connoisseur of not only wine but liquor as well. He enjoys sipping his drinks to savour them. Sex: Surprising some thanks to his playboy status, Azrin genuinely likes his wife and beds her regularly. However, his appetite is too much to be sated by one woman and he does enjoy sleeping around. Women are his preferred partners but he has stumbled into bed a time or two in the past with men sometimes for pleasure and sometimes to help sway someone to his way of thinking. Horseback Riding: While he’s not interested in breeding horses or having all that much of a hands on approach to training and maintaining, Azrin enjoys how peaceful the activity of riding can be. It’s a good time to think and unwind. Toxicology: A more recent hobby of his thanks to spending time with his cousin J’ver, Azrin finds toxicology fascinating. The subtle ways a poison can be hidden or broken down and the way something harmless reacts when put with something it shouldn’t go near is all useful information in his opinion.
Dislikes: Hunting: To him, that’s something the staff does to keep food on his table. He doesn’t find enjoyment in the activity but does find it beneath him and scoffs at the lords that do like it. Blandness: Fashion, personality, food… don’t be boring! Flowers: He has a pollen allergy that keeps him from enjoying the colourful plant. However, he doesn’t mind greenery and enjoys sitting on the patio that has a lot of ferns and other plants that don’t bother him.
Strengths: Cunning: He likes to put himself in someone else’s shoes so he can find the best way to outwit them. He can be rather sneaky in the way he implements his well-thought out plans. Strategist: Azrin is good at coming up with multiple plans for the same idea, plotting out what will work best but also trying to figure out what the opposition might think. Passionate: Whether it’s something he enjoys doing, something he wants, or even as a lover, Azrin does everything full tilt and thoroughly enjoys it.
Flaws: Conceited: He knows he’s good at everything, so why down play it? Ambitious: While usually considered a strength of character, Azrin’s ambition can prompt him to go a bit above and beyond what is an acceptable means of grasping it what he wants. Suspicious: While not to the level of paranoia, Azrin is suspicious of most people and their motives. He might seem like he trusts you, but he really doesn’t. Everyone has their own game they’re playing and pawns that are being used and he wonders how you’re trying to use him.
History
Father: Jaebrin b.686 AL Rank: Lord Holder of High Reaches (also cousin to J’ver) Mother: Azmarie b.689 AL Rank: Lady Holder Siblings:
Jaetyn [M] b.705 AL
Gabrin [M] b.710 AL
Jalazmar [M] b.715
Past Lovers/Partners: A few but nothing important Current Lovers/Partners: Candristra b.709 Children:
With his wife:
Rindris [M] b.725
Candazri [F] b.727
Rindristra [F] b.728
Drisdraz [M] b.730
Aztrarin [M] b.732
Candrizrin [F] b.735
With various mistresses from his travels, he has several children born between 730-738. He has no contact with any of them or their mothers once finding out they’re pregnant and has laid no claim on the children.
Background Story: 707 & Born: Azrin is born the second son to the Lord and Lady High Reaches. 708-716 & 1-9: When he is old enough, proper education begins as well as learning about the inner workings of High Reaches. When the plague hits the Weyrs, Azrin doesn’t quite know what’s going on as the adults talk vaguely around him. All he knows is that one day the watch dragons stopped showing up and never came back. 717-724 & 10-17: Azrin is sent to Ista to foster with the Lord Holder, gaining education and learning more about the region. It’s a long journey now without dragons but he arrives in one piece, if only a bit tired of ships and tight living quarters. 718-724 & 11-17: Continues his education of Ista and its various exports and holders. When he is 16 he loses his virginity to a cute maid. A few months later he has a fling with an older married woman that is visiting with her lord husband. 725 & 18: Azrin marries Candristra, the daughter of Lord Ista early in the year as an arranged marriage between their fathers before moving back to High Reaches. At the end of the year, their first child is born. 727-728 & 20-21: Two more children are born and Azrin spends time around the Hold lending a hand in the running of the region when asked. He’s the spare heir and while Jaetyn is the pride and joy and expected to rule one day, they can’t risk him dying in an unexpected tragedy and Azrin is trained as well. 729-733 & 22-26: Two more children are born though Azrin is starting to travel more for political missives for his father and representing the family when checking up on those beholden to them. 734-737 & 27-30: He and Jaetyn continue to push each other and plot against each other and even their father in order to get the title of Lord Holder. With the reappearance of dragons, Azrin sees an opportunity for an alliance with them, especially when he starts talking with his second cousin, J’ver. High Reaches Weyr has yet to be reopened but Azrin hopes it’s soon so he can find more allies to have close at hand. 738 & 31: Azrin takes his wife back to Ista for a vacation away from his family and their kids that aren’t off fostered yet. While in Ista, he reconnects with the young Heir, Aldra. In his years fostered in Ista, Azrin spend more time with the girls that were closer to his age but now that they’re adults, Aldra and Azrin spend more time together and even end up sleeping together. By the end of the year, Azrin has Aldra’s ear, among other things. 739 & 32: His youngest brother, Jalazmar, is finally getting married. Both his father and oldest brother, Jaetyn, are attending the wedding in Fort Hold and Azrin sees it as a perfect chance to move himself up the line of succession and arranges a hit on his family members. Unfortunately, only his dad dies and Jaetyn isn’t too happy with him. Azrin takes this as a good sign to cut his losses and moves his family back to Ista to re-establish himself and climb into a position of power far away from his brother’s reach.
Education
Education Details: The finest Hold education focusing on politics and the region. He has extensive knowledge on High Reaches and Ista.
RP Sample
Azrin continued to smile as the dragons appeared one at a time above High Reaches Hold. He had spotted his eldest brother on the first one to arrive and a moment of anger set in. Had the servant failed in serving the specially made wine? He had purposely selected that servant, knowing he was easy to bribe but also too naïve to consider anything murderous to be connected to the gesture of offering up a nice bottle of wine for the men to celebrate with.
Damn, but it would have been a perfect set up! Having his father and Jaetyn die at Fort Hold when he was all the way back in High Reaches Hold would leave him with his hands clean and an easy succession. Not that anyone would challenge him anyway. His family had been ruling High Reaches for more generations than he cared to think about right then. He wasn’t too worried about his youngest brothers, Gabrin and Jalazmar. He liked them both well enough and would have likely properly mourned them if they had partook in the poisoned beverage as well, but if they had lived, he didn’t see either one of them coming after him for the title or even revenge.
Shit.
As all the dragons landed, Azrin realised his father wasn’t among them and a quick scan for his mother showed her dressed in black and looking horrible. He also found the dragon she rode on was holding a long box; a rather father-shaped box. So his dad had died at the very least but Jaetyn managed to avoid the same fate. Which meant things might get ugly for him soon. Even if the servant talked about getting the wine from him, Azrin had covered his tracks well from using an odourless poison to resealing the bottle in the same manner it had originally been done. There was no way to tie him to the crime. Jaetyn, however, would still suspect him and might retaliate despite now being the Lord Holder. Wouldn’t do to have the spare heir lingering around, posing as a threat to him and his sons.
He’d have to put word out to Aldra, the Lord of Ista’s heir and Azrin’s recent playmate, that it was time to relocate to Ista. He was sure his wife would love moving back to her home where they could build their own hold or even quietly usurp a lord and his family, slowly climbing up the ladder of Ista until he was Lord Holder there. It was a lofty dream but Azrin was confident. Then again, why rule when you could sleep with the ruler and reap the benefits? That sounded a bit better and with less work in the long run.
While everyone dismounted and collected their items, Jaetyn strode over to him. Azrin didn’t bother feigning innocence with just the two of them currently within earshot. He knew Jaetyn knew what he had tried but couldn’t prove it without seeming like he was jealous or paranoid. With a slow subtle grin, Azrin looked his brother directly in the eye and simply said, “welcome home, Lord Holder,” and walked away to greet his mother.
Place of Birth: Katila Date of Birth: 01.12.722AL Searched/Stolen By: N/A - Weyrbrat Searched/Stolen Date: N/A - Weyrbrat Impression Age: Physical Age: 18 Partner:
Appearance
Eyes: Large and expressive brown eyes.
Hair: Straight chestnut brown hair that lightens slightly when spending too much time in the summer sun is kept long, usually nearing mid-back before she decides it’s time to trim it. She has no real preference for how she likes to wear it—down is easy and it’s fun to play with the strands, but up is practical with a ponytail or adorable with two buns on the top of her head.
Height: 5'6
General Appearance: Standing at average height, Dareji is fairly likely to blend in with any group of girls. She’s not curvy and almost lacks entirely in the chest which doesn’t help with the eye-catching, though she thinks her boobs are a lovely size for her petite and slender form. If anything was to help her stand out in a crowd, it might be the large freckle on her left cheek or perhaps her lips that can form a beautiful pout or look rather kissable thanks to the plump lower lip. Of course, it could also be that her ears are slightly on the larger side for proportions, though she finds them unique and never goes out of her way to hide them.
Dressing Style: Dareji likes simple yet cute dresses, some of which are actually men’s dress shirts that are ridiculously too big on her but still suit her. Sometimes she throws a belt on with the shirt-dress to help give it a bit more shape. Otherwise, when the task calls for it, she has no problem putting on pants. But dresses are preferred overall.
Personality
General Character Traits:
For the most part, Dareji is an outgoing girl. Not much will slow her down and she’s not afraid to be the one to make the first move whether it be simply an introduction or confessing she likes someone. Life is too short to waste on worrying about what others think and if they’ll like you the same way in return.
That’s not to say she’s rambunctious, loud, and out of control. She is a little hyper when too much sugar has been ingested or she’s having a lot of fun with friends and the situation calls for it. She’s just friendly but laidback. She figures it runs in the family given her brother is much the same way and everyone adores their father and how relaxed he is.
Of course there are times when she’ll be hit with a wave of shyness, but who doesn’t get that? If she feels like she’s out of her league for whatever reason, she’ll let someone else take control. It can also be exhausting being the charming, flirty, fabulous one all the time!
Overall, she’s just a sweet girl looking to make sure everyone else is having as much fun as she is and feels included.
Habits/Mannerisms: Twirls strands of hair when bored, thinking, or being shy which makes it fun to guess what mood she’s in. She’ll sometimes bite her pointer finger, again when nervous or thinking too much. She never actually bites her nails though, just something about (lightly) sinking her teeth into something that is calming.
Opinions: Threadfall Theory: According to the Harpers and her brother repeating the history he’s learned over and over, it will happen again. Stealing/Kidnapping: Kind of lame but it helped the dragons begin repopulating so it’s all good in the end. Weryrleader S'kef: She was mostly too young to really register what was going on with him. Firelizards: Super cute, super excited when they returned. Women's loss of honorifics: It doesn’t really seem fair and she sometimes wonders if dragons of female riders still secretly use honorifics. But at least they are dragonriders so pick the right battles, right? Return North: Nervous! She’d only known the small world of Katila and had heard tales of the North. Now she was going to experience it herself and it kind of scared her as much as she was excited to see what a Hold looked like and the new, well old but new again, Weyrs.
Likes: Swimming: She’s a total water baby. She could always be found splashing around in the river near Katila when they didn’t have a day trip to the lake. It’s why she had to move to Ista Weyr when it opened. All that water called to her. Girls: While she’s not turned off by men and has slept with a couple and possibly would again in the future, Dareji has come to realise that she prefers the company of women. There’s something so much more sensual and erotic about girls that really gets her off. She’s pretty sure if she was labelled like men usually were, she’d call herself a boobs-gal. Like 3:
Dislikes: Bees: While she knows they are useful and she loves honey, she reacts horribly to their sting and sometimes freaks out when one is around. Benden Wine: It’s practically a sin in her family since her dad is from Benden, but she prefers Tillek, finding it sweeter and easier to enjoy. Dislike 3:
Strengths: Resilient: Not much will keep her down or for long. Dareji has a way of bouncing back Optimistic: Dareji will almost always see the rainbow in things. She likes the mantra everything happens for a reason. If she breaks her dominant arm, it’s to learn not to rely on it but expand into using her other arm. Her crush doesn’t like her? Then they wouldn’t have lasted long if they did try. She does try to tone it down around some people, knowing how obnoxious it can get. Strength 3:
Flaws: Hides Her Own Pain: Being the one that tries to keep everyone else in good spirits and wants to help them through their troubles, Dareji has a bad habit of not telling anyone if something is troubling her. Nightmares, fears, even a simple worry will be kept to herself so she doesn’t bother anyone and bring them down as well. She always gets over it eventually anyway, so no need. Flaw 2: Flaw 3:
Past Lovers/Partners: Current Lovers/Partners: Children: N/A
Background Story: 722 & Born: Dareji is born, second child to her parents. 726 & 4: Her parents decide to part ways and she lives with her mother more than with her father. 727-730 & 5-8: Mostly spends the day playing with other kids her age. Once they start getting more crafters brought in, the ‘Stolen’, Dareji finds herself getting more chances at education outside of the few dragonriders that were Harper-trained or well-learned themselves. The first Hatching after the plague in 727 was pretty cool to her but she was still too young to understand the significance of it, only deciding she wanted a small dragon too. 731 & 9: Old enough now to understand the ‘small dragons’ would grow into the large ones, Dareji still wants one of her own, though she’s now willing to wait since it seems like a lot of work to care for one! 732 & 10: Breaks her arm playing too roughly with some of the boys along the river’s edge but tells her parents she slipped on wet rocks, not wanting anyone to get in trouble. 734 & 12: After celebrating some of her friends Impressing, the landslide strikes and wipes out most of their community. She lived in the section not directly hit and is left unscathed and with her entire family intact. Not everyone she knew was as lucky. As small, weak, and unskilled as she is, Dareji does her best to help anywhere she can, usually running linens and bowls of water here and there for the Healers. 735 & 13: The move North. At first she didn’t want to go, afraid to leave behind what she knew so well. But new Katila never felt right and after a bit—not like she had a choice—Dareji warmed up to the idea and found her optimism returning and looking forward to it. Her brother also Impressed which was amazing and a good sign that everything was working out well. 736 & 14: With Fort and Ista now open, Dareji moves to Ista, missing the more constant heat and the water. Her brother and R’dal went to Fort but many other friends went to Ista as well which helped make the move easier. 738 & 16: Loses her virginity! It actually wasn’t that exciting but Dareji gives it a whirl a few more times, including girls in her attempts and starts to figure out what she’s more interested in. 739 & 17: Even she has her limits and this turn pushed her hard. The fires were devastating and she lived in constant fear that a friend or family member wouldn’t come back from fighting it back. Some lives were lost but no one that was too close to her. Unlike at the Ista Hatching earlier in the year where she saw a brown dragonet kill two girls, both of which she was friends with. The Telgar Hatching later in the year saw a gold dragonet rampaging and she was close to being in her way. Somehow she walked away with only a twisted ankle from falling during the rush of Candidates running away. 740 & 18: A mostly quiet year until Nerreh and blue Faxxonth win gold Thallyath’s maiden Flight. She’s not sure how to feel since they’re both her friends but it’s so non-conventional. In the end, she put a smile on and supported her friends, not caring about colours. She Stood for the Hatching but it broke her heart to see the death of the hatchlings and started worrying about childhood friends Madiquel and Beckitt.
Education
Craft: Basic Education Specialty: Definitely not history! Her brother’s babbling about it has turned her off from it. She doesn’t mind writing and sometimes has to write things out for friends who aren’t as skilled at it.
Education Details: The bare bones that passed for education in Katila.
RP Sample
Dareji was emotionally exhausted.
The mood of the Hatching hadn’t been the usual mix of cheer and nerves but one of fear and even hatred. She hated that hatred! No one meant for the Flight to end like it did and like she kept telling everyone, they were learning from it which meant they could make changes and learn and grow.
She still believed that, now that everything was said and done. Yes, they learned a blue didn’t have the strongest whatevers—she wasn’t trained in that area—to make healthy and strong hatchlings, but it had still given three Candidates a chance at being dragonriders! It had also given the Healer Hall two, or three depending on what was in the unhatched egg, bodies to study and learn more about healing dragons and what went wrong that day. Dareji was kind of glad she loitered a bit closer to the gold pair and overheard Casa’s offering.
But she was still kind of in a state of shock over how it all played out. Thanks to being among the braver Candidates that stood closer to Thallyath, Dareji had seen the gold dragon’s anger up close and never wanted to see that on any dragon ever again. She nearly wet her panties! Luckily she hadn’t, but her eyes leaked a lot as she cried over the loss of the two greens and the dud and cried again but happier this time when Misharan, Madiquel, and then Beckitt Impressed. She was so happy for them but like the whispers around her, she worried a bit about how long they would be dragonriders.
She desperately wanted to go over and hug each one and tell them she was happy for them and everything would be okay and she would help wherever she could… but they were all busy tending to their little ones and so many much more skilled people were still flocking around them that Dareji didn’t want to be a hindrance. It was like the landslide all over again, wanting to help but being in the way. She was close to asking a Healer if she could run errands for him like she had back then but figured they had it all covered for the time being. She’d ask later if it seemed like it was needed.
Dareji spotted R’dare and R’dal sitting together in the stands with F’drel there as well. She smiled, loving how R’dal could so easily befriend anyone and get them to go along with his craziness. She waved at the men and smiled brighter to show she was okay after everything she had gone through again. Truthfully, it was the first time she had Stood since the Telgar massacre and it had taken a lot of soul searching to find the courage to do it again. Being a different Sands—though still stained with the memories of its own horrible Hatching—had helped. It was also a smaller clutch and she was doing it for Casa and Nerreh, not herself. That was the main reason why she was there, especially after the Touching that had been wave after wave of misery.
Now that her motivation to Stand was gone and the weight of the memories were returning, Dareji found herself needing fresh air and getting away from the madness. Waving once more to her brother to catch his eye, she pulled at her robe a bit and pointed to the exit to make it clear she was heading out to change. Maybe she’d catch up with them later. Maybe she’d hide in her bed for a bit first and spend time with the lingering ghosts in her memories of the past Hatchings. That did not at all sound healthy but it did help her find some peace with what she had witnessed and she always promised she’d keep moving forward. Maybe that was some sort of survivor’s guilt—Healers liked to throw fancy terms around she found—but it worked for her.
Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
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