Darwin's Minion Directory

[Darwin]

Approved Characters

Rainbow Mists
Annae, Candidate
Tarachine, Candidate
Taiton, Master Healer
Melana of Black-Green F Aliaroth

Ice Stone
Sharikar of Aurora M Kishith
Aravire of Aurora F Raeth
Naltaia of White F Imnesath
S'kar of Black Hazed Aurora M Leth


Pending Characters
Se'kt of Ice M Epsilith, ISW
Honolly of Blue Baneroth, RMW
Koren of Midnight Koresk, RMW
Moiral of Flame Moirask, RMW
Bella of Pink-Purple Cadeatrith, ISW
B'lak Brollak of Brown Niftoth, ISW

Work In Progress
Dynawyn, Candidate, RMW

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Annae Kelture
Pronunciation: Ahn-nay
Gender: Female/Hetero
Age: 21 Turns
Turnday: Turn 3054.04.07

Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Mother:
Orinia - Harper
Father:
Elleck - Harper
Brothers:
Korin (17) – Apprentice Harper
Lorin (20) - Journeyman Harper
E’nae (Ellanae) (22) rider of Brown Xikith – SMW, impressed at RMW
Rikoria (26) - Harper
Sisters:
Krisaena (18) – Healer Hall
Raeni (24) - Harper
Rinnae (24) rider of Green Tricth – deceased in Turn 3071, age 20 Turns
Friends: (would like some! )
Pets: Blue Flitter Emri and Blue Flitter Hrin

Appearance: Annae’s black hair is braided down her back; some loose pieces of hair falling into her face and on either side, framing it. Her face itself is rather sharp and angular with large full lips and almond shaped, deep brown eyes. Her nose, however, is crooked, broken when she was a child. She stands straight and tall, an air of pride about her. She is quite short. In fact, she is quite abnormally short compared to her family, but she does share the same rich tan skin tone as they do.

Personality: Annae is decidedly smart, cunning and has a tendency to separate herself from those around her, or, more simply, is rather aloof. She can come across as arrogant or prideful when you first meet her. She, however, lends herself to be a very empathetic person. She is also someone you might see as having a strength and may seem to have everything together on the outside. She does tend to have a great deal of responsibility and take anything that she is put in charge of or is responsible for in anyway very serious.

History: Annae was born at Golden Flight Hold to a pair of Harpers, both of whom were somewhat known for their voices. Annae grew to find that she too had a good voice and some skill at playing the flute. However, she has no great love of music.

When Annae was five Turns-old and her twin sisters, Rinnae and Raeni were eight, Annae got into an argument with Rinnae. It was probably over something insignificant, though no one could say now. However, at the time, Rinnae did not hesitate to punch her sister in her face, breaking her nose, but, thankfully not in any way that was potentially life threatening. Annae spent quite a bit of time unable to sing or do much of anything and resented the very apologetic Rinnae for some time, but, as all things do, that eventually passed.

It was about when she was about 12 Turns old that both her brother Ellennae, now E’nae, and her sister, Rinnae, were searched. They both Impressed and it would come to be seen that over time that Rinnae would make a very free spirited Green Rider and E’nae a very calm and steady BrownRider.

But it would be Rinnae that would change her mother and father’s opinion of allowing their children to Impress when she, without giving her dragoness clear direction, went Between and did not return. Although none of their other children have been searched, Orinia and Elleck have become very vocal about their disapproval for their children to be Searched…

But, despite this, Annae often dreams of being a Rider. It was some turns later that Annae was Searched at the age of seventeen turns for Rainbow Mists Weyr. She was excited, happy to have finally been given a chance to follow her dream. She accepted the offer, despite her parents disapproval. She had been saddened to learn about her sister's accident, but that didn't stop her. She impressed her two Blue firelizards shortly after she'd arrived at Rainbow Mists Weyr.

She has stood for Hatching but no dragonet ever looked her way. She stood for Dragon, Wher, and Aerie, but none have chosen her. She hopes that she still might impress, be it Dragon, Wher, or LifeWing.

Adoption?: will go back up for adoption should I become inactive

Dragon Preferences: (no particular order, just as I thought of them) Gold, Silver, Rainbow, Black, Purple, Starlight, Gray, White, Citrine, DarkBlue, Moonlight, Dream

Roleplay Sample:

"EMRI! Stop your fooling around and help Hrin carry that satchel!"

The darker of the two Blue firelizard stopped his diving antics at a young child's head, and snatched up a section of the afore mentioned satchel he was to help his Blue brother with. He chittered irritatedly as he flew by his black haired pet's head. Hrin hissed at Emri and remained silent. He wasn't going to raise their pet's ire more than it already was.

Annae watched her two Blues for a moment before turning back to the infant girl on the table she'd been changing, her left hand resting on the sleeping girl's belly while the Candidate delt with her firelizards. Annae turned her attention back to her chore and quickly finished, picked up the little girl and placed her back in the crib. She was tired and could use a break, seeing as how she had opted to help in the Creche since before dawn.

She yawned, using her right hand to cover it up as she left the Creche, having already informed one of the Nannies that she was going to the Dining Hall to break her fast. Her stomach had growled quite loudly when she'd excused herself. She winced as stomach pain came and then went. An unpleasant reminder of how hungry she truely was. She picked up a tray and began placing food on it. She served herself a cup of juice, turned around, and found a place to sit off to the far side of the Dining Hall.

Bottomless pits that they were, her two Firelizards, Emri and Hrin, showed up out of between, creeling pitiously to their pet for food too.

Annae rolled her eyes and placed a handful of meatrolls in front of them, seperately, so as not to cause fighting. "You two did good today. You don't have to share your meal today," she told her two blues. As she ate her food, her thoughts turned to her family back at Golden Flight Hold. She missed her family very much and wondered how her parents were getting along without her. She made the decision she would write them a quick note once her chores were done and have Hrin deliver it.

She sighed and smiled, happy with her decision. She turned back to finishing her meal before she returned to the Creche.

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Naltaia Anderson
Pronunciation: Nall-tay-ah
Gender: Female/Hetero
Age: Seventeen Turns
Turnday: 3058.2.16

Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Mother: Nalai Anderson, drudge
Father: Teritan Anderson, Guard
Brothers:
Teralt, 22
Rital, 21
Sisters:
Nalia, 19
Tallin, 15
Weyrmate: None.
Friends: (would like some!)
Pets: N/A

Appearance: Standing at 5'7, she has a well proportioned body, with a weight of 138 pounds, she mostly carries a bit of extra weight around her hips, on her buttocks, in her chest, and with some around her waist that gives her a curvy figure. She is on the tall side, a bit, but not really anything to cause her to stand out. She has a nice head of dark brown hair, wavy and going down to just above the middle of her back. She keeps it loose, usually, or in a runner's tail. Her skin is a bit on the pale side, but she does have nicely taned skin. Her tan is very dramatic, should she be seen swimming or bathing. She has dark brown eyes.

From a distance her eyes look black, until you stand in front of her, then you'll see how lighter they are compared to being black. She wears any color of clothing, as long as it covers up the majority of her body. She was born with the skin condition psoriasis, red patches of skin. She has this all over her body, except for her face, and only down to her knees on her legs, and only down to her elbows on her arms, it doesn't cover her breasts, but around them, and it covers her back. It almost makes her look like she's wearing some sort of weird suite. She covers herself up mostly in trousers, and long sleeve tunics, with a shawl covering most of her head.

Personality: Cara is a kind soul. She wouldn't harm a bug on the ground, even if it was poisonous and tried to bite her. She would rather the thing be caught and released into the forest somewhere else. She loves animals very much, and believes that they understand her better than people. She prefers to work alone and will often go off on her own quite a bit, foraging for herbs and often seeing if there are any wild animals caught in traps. She'll release them if she finds any. She just has a very deep empathy with animals to the point where she can understand their body language.

She has a terrible skin condition that makes others leery of her. She feels so alone and only wants to have friends, to be normal. She sees the animals in the stables as her friends and enjoys working in the stables the most. She rarely speaks, and some think she's a mute or just dumb. She's not, she just doesn't speak all that often. She is very happy to have impressed to White female Imnesath and couldn't be happier. She doesn't, nor can she, hold any animosity to anyone, not matter how just it might be for her to be angry at someone. Its just not in her. She is excited to be a Weyrling, and soon to be a Dragonrider, once she graduates.

She has a soft even voice, when she does talk, and she does have a temper. And it's a hot one, especially if she sees an animal being beaten or just poorly cared for. She has zero tolerance for animal abuse, or even human abuse. It breaks her heart even more when the animal dies and the person didn't have a reason to be harming that animal. When her mind swings to abusing or harming that person, she shies away from those thoughts and runs away. She is a bit leery of anyone that tries to be kind to her. As far as she's known, no one has ever been kind to her, except her foster parents.

History: She was born to a Guard and a Drudge. When her parents saw her skin, they feared that she would be contagious. A Healer checked her out and was claimed as being completely healthy and that her skin was not contagious. During childhood, she was teased and picked on by the other children. She tried to avoid them but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Seh learned to hide from them at every opportunity, often in the Stables.

She was considering apprenticing to the Healer Craft once she was old enough but it never happened. Her mother became sick so she had to help her mother out, but her mother died. Naltaia did everything she could to try and help her mother, but it was a lost cause. She finally decided to try and get her apprenticeship, but was found on Search the next day by a Rider from Ice Stone Weyr. She agreed to the Search and was taken to Ice Stone.

Shortly after arriving, Temperanth's first clutch was hatching. Naltaia was ushered onto the sands. She went and followed a few other Candidates onto the sands. She felt so out of place and alone. As soon as the eggs started to hatch, though, she was caught in the moment of such a wonderful event. She hadn't been expecting to walk off the sands impressed to a pretty little White female dragonet. They have been doing their best to stay alive during Weyrling Lessons, and are eager to know they are close to Graduating.

Adoption?: Dragon yes, Rider no.

Dragon's Name: Imnesath ( Im -ness -ath)
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 16 Months (Temperanth's First Hatching)
Dragon's Color: White Female [f7edf9]
Adult Length: 14 feet

Dragon's Appearance: She is a greyish off white, gaining closely to her adult size of 14 feet in length. Her wings are a more pure white than the rest of her body, fading from the greyish white to the more pure white. She has long legs and a sickly appearance.
Dragon's Personality: This lovely white dragoness is incredibly nimble. Imnesath is the smallest of the small, and knows how to use her lack of size to her advantage. When she gets old enough to fly, quick turns will be her bread and butter, but while on the ground she is still surprisingly dexterous, even if she needs frequent breaks. Hide and seek will become a favorite game of hers, and she is small enough that it comes naturally to her. She can becomes very wrapped up when having fun, and she won't mind shirking chores for another game.
Dragon's History: Born of Ice Temperanth and Crimson Varketh

Roleplay Sample:

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Tarachine Westlen (goes by Tara mostly)
Pronunciation: Tar-rah-sheen
Gender: Female/Hetero
Age: 22 Turns
Turnday: 3053.01.24

Weyr/Location: Currently Cliff-Side Seahold, originally from Melisong Hold
Rank: Journeywoman Harper
Family:
Father: Corinen
Mother: Taharavine
Brothers:
Hanren (14 Turns)
Vanrin (17 Turns)
Sisters:
Encorin (19 Turns)
Choirinvia (23 Turns)
Rahanvine (25 Turns)
Weyrmate/Spouse: N/A
Friends: Um..
Pets: Moonlight F Dai

Appearance: Tarachine has long blonde hair that is often held in a loose braid down her back, loose pieces falling down around her face and shoulders quite often. Her eyes are a lovely crystal blue color, clear and bright. Her skin is more or less on the pale side of tan, although still has enough color to be considered tan. Her cheeks have a natural red tinge to them, making her look like she is always blushing. She stand at about 5’5”. Not the tallest, but neither the shortest.

Personality: Tarachine is a rather cocky personality and can be a little bit self-centered and arrogant. She knows that she is beautiful and has a beautiful voice and that tends to show in her nature. She can be somewhat unpleasant to be around at times, though she can actually be rather kind. She tries to be serious, but there is a part of her that would much rather party and have fun. She, as she was being trained, had often run into trouble because of this streak in her. However, she is growing into a woman of extreme strength overall, despite her flaws. She is a bit devious and knows how to get what she wants, quite easily.

History: Tarachine would likely not have ever made it as far as she did in the Harper Hall if her parents, siblings, and those who believed in her talent had not again and again vouched for her. She, eventually, turned things around, at least on the surface and held on long enough until she became a Journeywoman Harper. She received a firelizard egg that hatched a cute Moonlight firelizard she named Dai. A gift from her parents upon reaching Journeyman rank. She has been assigned to Cliff Side Seahold for the time being. She has not gotten into any trouble lately, but she is working towards what she wants. Tarachine would much rather be a Rider than just a Harper, but that does not seem to be her lot in life.

Despite having stood before SearchDragons in the past, for whatever reason, she has not been chosen to be a Candidate. She doesn’t allow it to bother her and, at this point, will appear to show up in support of the younger boys and girls who are standing before a SearchRider. She is hopeful to be searched before she gets too old. She isn't interested in being a Wher Candidate, only a Dragon or LifeWing are what she considers to be worthy of her.

Roleplay Sample:

She sighed again for the millionth time. This song she was composing was getting on her last nerve. She'd been at this song for some time now, when she wasn't out and about performing her duty as Jouneywoman Harper, or just out having a good time. She smiled at the last thought. She'd had some good fun during the Turnover celebration. She had done her turn in the music section during the celebration, and had then lost herself in the fun and excitement of a new Turn beginning. As well as the wine, the food, the dancing, and the games. Not to mention flirting with all of those deliciously handsome men!

Her Moonlight firelizard, Dai, was just lounging on the pillow of her cot. She had been lucky so many turns ago when she'd received the firelizard egg that had held Dai. Excitement and anticipation had been prevalent during the time she'd waited for that firelizard egg to hatch. She hadn't expected a Moonlight female to come out of that shell, only a green or a blue. But no, a cute little Moonlight had come crawling out of the breaking shell. She'd gasped, and began to feed the little one once she had her bowl of scraps. The memory came so easily as if it had happened just the other day. Which it had only been roughly five turns since.

Tarachine turned back to the song she'd been working on. This was taking too sharding long! She should have been done with it already. Her stomach chose that moment to growl, loudly at her. She needed to get some food. Or else she'd not finish the song at all at the rate she was going now. She put her ink, quill, and hide away before she brushed her long blonde hair out and then rebraided it. She'd had it loose because of a headache, but it was gone now. She gave a sharp whistle.

Dai woke up from her nap and looked at her pet. She got up, stretched, flapped her wings to get the ichor circulating, and then flew to her pet's left shoulder. The two walked to the dining area and served herself a tray of food and a cup of juice. She turned around and found a seat off to the side. She took the seat and offered a few meatrolls to Dai, who eagerly took the offerings and ate them. Tarachine smiled and then turned back to her own food.

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Melana Reachborn
Pronunciation: meh - lah - nuh reach - born
Gender: female/hetero
Age:
Turnday: 3056.09.22 - Early Autumn

Weyr: Formerly of High Reaches Weyr, Searched late and brought to Rainbow Mists
Rank: Wingrider
Family:
Mother - unknown
Father - unknown, presumed daughter of a blue rider, as she bears a strong resemblance to him
Siblings - Most children in the creche called her 'big sister'
Weyrmate: none currently
Friends:
Deidre - Former bunkmate
T'lon - Brown Rider, fostered her fascination with dragons and flits
Corda - Cook, taught Melana how to make some baked goods
Pets: none yet

Appearance: Melena is short for her age at 5'2'', and weighing in at 132 lbs. Being a crechebrat, she had to keep after the little ones and keep them out of trouble, thus she is trim and fit from both rounding up the children and carrying them around. Her hair is a deep mahogany, and it glints with red highlights in the correct light. Her eyes are icy blue and expressionless most days, only showing warmth when speaking to children. Melana's lips are thin but attractive, peach colored and soft.

Her shoulders are thin but hardly weak, forming into long arms with dainty fingers at their ends. A moderate bust at a mid-sized B-cup, with a trim waist and somewhat wide hips. These meld into long legs fit for running and jumping, and dainty feet.

When it comes to her wardrobe, she prefers light jackets over deep, earthy tones such as deep greens and vibrant blues. Her 'formal' wear consists of a skirt and blouse, often colored a rich purple or blue. Rarely does she wear jewelry, as she cannot afford it, but she does wear a bracelet that the Creche children made for her out of brightly colored string and beads filched from the Weaver's quarters.

Personality: Melana is quite calm, a direct opposite to Corda, the cook she usually stuck around when not dealing with the children. Usually during a conflict, Melana is the voice of reason, rarely getting upset unless pushed to do so, and she never raises her voice. Despite all this, the brunette has a commanding nature, one that demands people listen to her when she speaks. This has caused her to be a 'moderator' of such, usually the third-party in trivial teenage disputes.

The day she impressed to her beautiful Aliaroth, was the day her heart melted and her mind began its journey on a different path that the one she had initially set for herself. She didn't give up being ambitious, but she decided to put it aside until after graduating from Weyrlinghood. She has grown into a friendly sort but one that loves just spending time with her lifemate. She flirts with the male Riders, sometimes to get favors.

History: Melana was born on a stormy night in High Reaches, to an unwilling mother who much preferred teasing the Dragonriders in the area. An hour or two after giving birth, the woman gave her daughter over to the Creche and was never seen again.

As Melana never knew her parents, the Creche became her family, with the caretaker becoming her 'mother' and the children her 'siblings'. At four, Melana scared off a ragtag group of boys who were bullying a pretty little blonde girl. The girl, still sniffling, introduced herself as Deidre, and from that day forward she never left Melana's side. The two were best friends, and bunked together until they were separated by Melana's sudden candidacy.

At ten, Melana and Deidre met one of the boys that had bullied them again, only this time he was quite a lot nicer than he'd originally been. The three became fast friends, and were rarely seen apart. Taklon was his name, and he took a big shine to Deidre. The children spent their days playing in the creche areas , and for two years nothing could break them apart. Until Taklon disappeared one day, for almost a week. Deirde was heartbroken, and Melana was furious. When Taklon finally returned, he took Melana's verbal abuse until finally revealing his reason for disappearing.

He had made Candidate for High Reaches Weyr, which had a clutch that was almost ready to hatch. The boy was so excited, he practically shook with it. Deirde and Melana were excited for him, and promised to be there for his hatching. Every day they waited outside the Candidate Barracks after chores, waiting for him to appear. When he did, he would gush at them and tell them all he had learned; how to cut the meat for the young hatchling, how to keep them oiled as they grew, and bonding lessons.

Deidre and Melana took it all in, fascinated by all he told them. His dreams were big, as he wanted to make Wingsecond or even Wingleader. Maybe even Weyrleader! And if that happened, then he'd bring them both to live with him and they'd always be together.

A child's dream, but a dream nonetheless. The day of the Hatching, Melana and Deidre had snuck out after chores to watch, excited. This hatching, however, would leave Taklon heartbroken as he was left standing on the Sands. Coming to his friends with dejected eyes, both girls hugged him and promised it'd be all right. Each hatching after that saw Taklon standing, and the boy was almost ready to age himself out to keep from being left standing again. It was then that his dreams came true. A great rumbling squawk and Taklon was flattened beneath a brute of a Brown. He called himself T'lon after that, and his dragon was Dionymuth. Melana and Deidre actually cheered. Each were sixteen years of age, and Deirdre and T'lon had an unofficial relationship for almost two years.

For a year, T'lon trained with Dionymuth while Melana watched, jealousy warring with happiness for her friend. Why couldn't she have a Dragon? She deserved one... T'lon knew his darn parents at least. And Deidre? ... Deidre was her world. She adored the other girl, while the other girl loved T'lon. It was a bitter and unknown rivalry, and some part of her wanted to show them both that she could Impress too. Deidre was set to become a Harper, with her light fingers and melodious voice, and T'lon had ambitions to be a Wingleader someday.

That was too little for Melana. Though she had been granted Candidate status, it had been granted too late for her to stand at the same Hatching as T'lon, thus she'd had to sit this one out until the next one. It annoyed her, as the ambitious streak reared its ugly head at her.

She wanted it all. A Queen Dragon, to see her Dragon clutch fine, healthy eggs, and to lead a Weyr of her own one day. THEN she could have them both transferred and they could live with -her-. That was the plan, anyway. And she wanted all of this -now-.

One day, just after Melana's seventeenth birthing day, a Searchrider appeared in the skies above High Reaches. It was a Searchdragon from Rainbow Mists Weyr, a Southern Weyr that Melana had heard tell of for many Turns. The Blue dragon turned its head towards her after landing, and tilted it. The rider then turned to her, and gently pushed through the crowd. He came up to her, holding up a letter of transfer that she read over quickly. It detailed that Rainbow Mists had a hardened clutch on the sands, and it was only a matter of days before the eggs hatched. They needed candidates to populate the sands, as hatchlings going between was inconceivable. Dragons were too precious. She agreed wholeheartedly before looking to the Searchrider, who shoo'd her,

"You have one candlemark to get your most immediate things. You're being taken to Rainbow Mists to stand at the hatching. Hurry hurry!" She was ushered to go, and go she did. Grabbing Deidre and T'lon on the way (with an indignant snort from Dionymuth), she quickly explained to them what had happened as she threw clothes in .. that Deidre neatly folded over time. Hugging them both, she grinned,

"I promise, I'll Impress the biggest Gold and I'll come back for you both." T'lon grinned to her, saying he hoped to see her again soon, and Deidre hugged her and kissed her cheek,

"Be safe, Melly. Don't get hurt, and write often!" The mahogany haired girl hugged them both again before heading for the Searchrider. He hauled her onto his dragon's back, warned her of between, and winked out. He reappeared over Rainbow Mists Weyr, and she could see Dragons circling the Hatching Sands. The hatching was less than a day away. Now she was suddenly nervous and thankful all at once. Thankful that she and Deidre had listened to T'lon about his Candidacy, so she had an inkling of what to do, and nervous that she would be left standing as he had.

Oh her pride couldn't take that, and unlike T'lon, she didn't have either of them there to fall back on if she didn't Impress.

The Searchrider deposited her near the Candidated Barracks, where the Candidate Master got her a white robe and put her up in a room. And there she sat, mostly dazed. Everything was happening so fast.. she only hoped her Queen was as beautiful as the dawn.

On 3074.07.28, her day on the sands came and she walked off with darling Black-Green Arliaroth. She had been stunned when an Abyss had hatched first, and disappointed when she hadn't been chosen. She had quickly lost interest in the Abyss when it was clear who she chose. Melana only felt a slight twinge at the Abyss choosing someone else. Her disappointment vanished instantly when the cute and chubby Aliaroth chose her.

Adoption?: Yes, if I disappear

Dragon's Name: Aliaroth (al-ee-are-roth) - [æliaraθ]
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 74.07.28 (3 Turns)
Dragon's Color: Black-Green [#000000 / #00a810]

Dragon's Appearance: She was born a cute chubby little dragonet, but grew into a stunningly lean and muscled dragoness. She has Black all over her hide with small green splotches all over almost like bursting stars. Or maybe flowers in bloom? She is much smaller than your typical black but in the middle of the size range for a typical green.

Dragon's Personality: Aliaroth would tell you that she's cuddly, but the truth is that she's a chubby dragon. She loves to talk about herself, what she's done, what she thinks, and has a bad habit of interrupting. If you can get her to discuss topics besides herself, you will find a rather genuine dragon with a good heart, even if she is a little apt to step on toes. She hasn't the best foresight, but she'll start tasks right away.

Dragon's History: And there were two dissimilar, yet paired siblings, both Black, but the brother with Blue tints to his hide and the sister with Green. The Black-Green was the cutest, chubby little dragonet and earned a few adoring awws from people scattered about the Hatching Grounds. She wasted no time in setting herself off towards the girls, while her Black-Blue brother watched on.

She lost her chubbiness as she began training with her lifemate. She almost seemed to morph into a lovely looking dragoness. She learned alongside her bonded, eagerly soaking up the information hers learned from their instructors. She wasn't afraid to ask questions, sharing her learned information with her siblings. Even if they didn't ask.

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Taiton Shrayder
Pronunciation: tay-ton
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Turnday: 3030.02.25

Weyr: Rainbow Mists, permanent assignment
Rank: Master Healer
Family:
[/li][li] Parents
M'ral of Blue Jirofeth, 69/53 & Kala, 67, Creche Worker, Igen Weyr
[/li][li] Siblings
Brother- Leiton, 50, Master Harper, Ice Stone Weyr
Brother- K'al of Brown Fith, 39/22, Rainbow Mists Weyr
[/li][li] Weyrmates
Kasila, 49, Master Weaver, Weyrmate to Leiton
[/li][li] Children
Sons:
Merak, 20, Candidate, Rainbow Mists Weyr
Jaisson, 15, Apprentice Harper, Harper Hall
Daughters:
Jessai, 10, Weyrbrat, Rainbow Mists Weyr
Kellai, 5, Weyrbrat, Rainbow Mists Weyr
[/li][li] Grandchildren
Lyrica, 1 turn, Weyrbrat, Rainbow Mists Weyr (K'al)
[/li][li] Neices/Nephews:
Nieces (Leiton's Children):
Karlia of Crimson Kiorath, 24/4, Journeyman Harper; Ice Stone Weyr
Kasalina of Green Zeykonasuth, 18/2, Journeyman Dragonhealer; Rainbow Mists Weyr
Liria, 10, Apprentice Harper, Ice Stone Weyr
Laria, 10, Apprentice Harper, Rainbow Mists Weyr
Nephews (Leiton's Children):
L'oras of Blue Livorth, 22/7, Journeyman Healer; Rainbow Mists Weyr
Laison, 14, Apprentice Minecrafter; Mine Craft Hall
[/li][li] Lovers
T'rak of Brown Ormath, deceased
Weyrmate: none yet
Friends: needs some
Pets: None.

Appearance: Taiton stands at 5'7" and weighs in at 132. She has long blonde hair, which is has become more of a dirty blonde. She has brownish blonde roots on her hair, and a bit wavy. She has a clear light olive complexion that lets her tan. She has light, light freckles on her back and knees. She has medium-shaped light blue eyes and thin eyebrows. She has a lean figure that still attracts men. Her hands are a bit on the small child-like size, almost delicate looking. She has a really firm handshake despite the look of her hands.

Personality: Taiton is a devoted mother to her children and her fosterlings. She especially feels sorry for orphans. She dedicates the majority of her time to the looking after of the Weyr with their abundance of scraps and cuts, and bruises, not to mention Threadscoring. She spends long hours and many nights to make sure that the hides are accurate in her Infirmary, that there are plenty of bandages on hand, and plenty of numbweed should any be needed. She double and triple checks the freshness of the stored herbs and that there are many should she need them. Taiton has a deep romantic side to her. It’s not seen as often as before the death of her dragonrider mate, T‘rak.

She keeps her romantic side hidden to keep from getting hurt. She is friendly with people and is often the first one to offer a suggestion. She simply adores Firelizards and is thankful to have her two, Bronze Tonnal and Pink Ranera, to help around with messages and other small things. She is serious when she’s working, but she exudes an aura of patience and calm. She takes her duty as a Master Healer seriously. She always has a smile on her lips and a kind word for anyone she sees with a frown. She does any task that needs to be done willingly and brings any problems concerning the Infirmary to the Weyrleaders if it requires their attention.

History: Taiton was born and then placed in the Creche of Igen Weyr, until she reached an age to be fostered off. Taiton never once cared about anything besides her family and helping others in need as a child. So it wasn't a real surprise when Taiton announced that she would be apprenticing to the Healer craft at the age of 12 turns. During her apprenticeship, Taiton excelled in child birthing and broken bones, though she still remained weak in setting fractures. Slowly, she made her way up in the ranks. She became a Journeyman at the age of 24. She was posted nearly all over.

She kept up with her duties as a Journeyman Healer, making sure that anyone that came to her was helped. She fell in love for the first time in her life to a Dragonrider, T'rak of brown Ormath, at the age of 25, of Ista Weyr. She had her first child, a boy they named Merak. Shortly after the boy's birth, T'rak was killed during Threadfall. Taiton quickly packed her things and her son, and left Ista Weyr, and with the help of T'rak's sister, Rikki and green Creth. She asked Rikki to take her to the Healer Hall, she and her son would be safe there. She had three more children during her time abroad and at the Healer Hall. She was present when her brother's weyrmate, Kasila, went into labor and had twin girls.

She delivered them for her. She has been at the Healer Hall for the last few turns or so, and had her last two children, girls, at the Hall. She has just recently been made Master Healer a turn ago. She had been assigned to Keroon Hold for a full turn before being reassigned. During her time at Keroon, she fell in love with another Master Healer. After a mating flight, she became pregnant. Her new assignment, permanently, is Rainbow Mists Weyr. She is currently four months pregnant.

Adoption?: No

RP Sample:
"Push!"

"I-I ... It ...... huuuuurtsssssssss .......... " Said the young woman on the bed, her feet held up by two younger healers.

"You have to push past the pain, Deira. Or you will lose your child and quite possibly your life as well! Now push!" The older woman said to the younger one. Her knots identifying her as a Master Healer.

The younger woman screamed as she made to push again. She felt the baby push out and then she collapsed on her pillows behind her. "Did ... the baby ... survive?"

There was a pause as Taiton, the Master Healer, worked on the baby. And then the baby took in a gulp of air and let loose a wailing scream. "Yes, I'd say your daughter has survived."

"A girl? No, it must be a boy!" Deira exclaimed. "Kurland will not eb happy! It must be male!" Deira began sobbing.

Footsteps came from outside and a huge man burst in. "What is going on? How is my wife and babe?"

"You have a lovely daughter, Kurland." Taiton informed the new father. She turned to watch the man, while holding the baby girl. "It was a difficult birthing for your wife and will be on bed rest until she is better. I will check on her in a few days."

Kurland was furious. "I will have no females as my firstborn! She will be killed immediately!" He turned to storm away, Deira began to wail louder.

"You will do no such thing! She is only a babe! If you so much as look at her wrong, I'll not hesitate to run you through with the nearest sword I can find!" Taiton seethed at the Holder.

"What am I do with a female? She will not inherite my holdings." The man snarled.

"Handfast her with an ally you trust. She is a lovely child and I think any man eligible when she comes of age would be beating down your door to be the lucky man you pick as her husband." Taiton met the man's eyes, without blinking. "Or she may be Searched once she is of age."

"Send her to the Weyr once she is old enough to stand as Candidate, Kurland! I beg of you, do not kill my daughter."

The man softened at his young wife. He sighed and went to his wife. "I promise that she will not be killed. I will let her choose once she is old enough." He turned to Taiton. "I am sorry for such a rash act. I have been hoping for a son since Deira conceived. Maybe the next babe will be a boy."

"That could happen, but she will need some time to recover. If you force her to have another child so soon after this one, your wife will die."

"I will make sure she is kept in bed for a while and I will wait one turn before we conceive another child," Kurland agreed. "There is a runner outside waiting for you. You are more than welcome to stay and leave in the morn."

Taiton smiled. "I will do so. I could use the rest. I'll retire to the room next door so I can be near if Deira needs me."

"Agreed."

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Aravire Iceborn
Pronunciation: air-ah-veye-re
Gender: female/hetero
Age: 21 Turns
Turnday: M10 D15 T3057

Weyr: ISW
Rank: Wingrider
Family:
Mother- Arrai, Journeywoman Healer
Father- Trevire, Journeyman Smith
Brother- Tarave, Jounryeman Smith
Sister- Raivi
Brother- Aivine
Brother- Varrin
Sister- Iravi
Weyrmate: (open)
Friends: (open for any)
Pets: Blue Timid

Appearance: Long blond hair, blue eyes, and standing at 5'6". Her hair reaches to the middle of her back and is completely straight, not even the hint of a wave or curl. She generally keeps it up off her neck in a runner's tail or braid. Her blue eyes are always taking things in and hardly miss anything that happens around her, whether she has been there many times or not. She has filled out with womanly curves, showing early on in her young life. She has curves in all the right places despite her wiry appearance, and her chest area is a little more than average. She has a nice simple chin that moves up to high cheekbones. She has thin wide lips and thin eyebrows. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. She has a small box at the very bottom of her travel trunk. It’s a nice dark rosewood color with her and her dragon’s names engraved on the top.

She keeps all of her jewelry in it. She always wears a simple silver necklace that has their names engraved on it as well. She had received it as a gift from her older brother before he’d been transferred. It also has a ring to match. She saves the rest of her jewelry to wear for special occasions. She has a leather hide belt she wears all the time. It was a gift from her second oldest brother after she had started standing at hatchings. Her mother taught her to have proper posture in public, but when she's alone, she's not stiff. She slouches and relaxes when she gets moments alone. Aravire prefers darker, richer colors. Her skin is not the translucence of the more common redhead, but the paleness that some dark brunettes have. Her skin tone favors darker colors. She wears skirts out of duty, but prefers pants and tunics if she has to get dirty. She has a small scar on the outside of her left thigh.

Personality: Energetic, dependable, considerate, impatient, hard-worker, fierce temper, and loyal. Aravire is a hard worker and loyal to her family and to Ice Stone. She adores children and hopes to have a few someday. She hopes to find a mate that she could love, trust, talk to, if one exists, one that is not simply interested in just another romp in the furs. She is a very hard worker with a soft voice and an easy smile. She is very serious about her duty as a Dragonrider, and takes Weyrling Lessons seriously. She hides her true feelings from others because she doesn't want anyone to know her mind. She feels that her mind is the only safe place she can retreat to and think things over clearly. She has a bad temper when she loses it, but there is a long fuse that leads up to the loss of her self control.

Aravire does have a temper, but she’s so good-natured that it takes a long while before she does get angry. She values friendship and doesn't like anyone trying to manipulate her for their own reasons. She is tough when it comes to hand to hand combat, and she doesn‘t hold back, usually, when sparring. She has sharp wits and an even sharper mind when dealing with bullies. She has a habit of doing more than her share of chores. She doesn't mind the work and actually uses it as an excuse to be alone. She likes to work alone, unless when the situation calls for more than one body. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and will often listen to a conversation for a bit before saying anything. She is considerate of others, unless they really anger her. When she is in a bad mood she glares at people, whether they are the person she is mad at or not. She doesn't lash out at people when she loses her temper, though she does curse a bit when she does.

She hates bullies and people that are arrogant. She is impatient when people tend to take a while doing one simple task, especially when it prevents her from doing whatever task she is assigned to. She will tap her left foot if she is kept waiting. It is a habit she can’t break. Aravire is a dependable woman. If you ask her to do something, she’ll hardly say no. Even if she doesn’t like the chore or what ever it is that she’s being asked to do. She will never turn down a plea for help. She loves a good joke, even though she can’t telling any herself. Aravire is a calm young woman in the face of disaster. She never lets anything rattle her, except for when she is alone with her Raeth. She has an aloof manner when she just wakes up and hasn‘t had her cup of fresh halk in the morning.

She is friendly and inviting once she’s taken her first sip of the warm and invigorating liquid. She loves her life mate and their bond has become very close since impression. She is afraid of one day losing her beloved Raeth. She was a bit nervous since impressing to the beautiful Aurora, but accepts the responsibility happily. She has an abundance of energy she uses when she’s attending Weyrling Lessons, or just when she‘s talking. She has a habit of speaking a little faster than normal when she’s really excited about something. Aravire has another side to her that comes out only rarely. She is a complete romantic. She doesn’t let it show because she perceives that to be weakness and she has a fear of that. She keeps it under a tight control, though it does manage to show itself from time to time.

History: Aravire was born as the third child of six. She was born at Ice Stone Weyr to a Journeyman Healer, Arrai, and a Journeyman Smith, Trevire. She was always on the move almost right after birth. She could not keep still for a full ten minutes. She was running with the group of children pulling pranks or finding some kind of mischief. Though she wasn’t the prank kind of child. She had never pulled a prank on anyone. She was just with them for the laughs. Or the punishment when caught, since she was with them. She loved to go for rides on runners at the age of six turns. Her oldest brother, Tarave, taught her to ride in his spare time. And she loved it every moment of it.

By the time she was twelve turns, she could ride a runner bareback and only the bridle. She would often go off on her own on rest days. She would head to the Hatching sands to sit in the stands and contemplate whatever was on her mind. One rest day after she’d just turned 12 turns, she headed for the Hatching sands again and made her way in. Only this time, a wild gold had clutched eggs on the sands. She hurriedly told the first person she saw of the wild firelizard clutch on the sands. Though she was busy helping in the lower cavers when the firelizard eggs hatched, and was unable to impress one. She was very close to getting another firelizard egg, but again, missed her chance. For a few months after she’d turned 12, Aravire gave some thought to what craft she wanted to apprentice too. She didn’t want to stay at home all her life and not do anything useful. Though helping to clean and cook was useful. She settled on the Baker craft and apprenticed to the Senior Journeyman Cook.

She had just barely turned 13 turns when she stood for her first Hatching. She was bubbling over with the giggles and happiness when she stood. Though she didn’t impress at the time. So, during the time between Hatchings, she helped with meal preparations along with her Candidate chores and Lessons. After her 19th birthing day, a clutch on the sands began hatching. Aravire stood with the other candidates and waited. A bright smile lit her face as the eggs rocked and cracked. One or two of the shells flung broken shell pieces everywhere. And then… Aravire witnessed the hatching of what she thought to be the most beautiful dragonet she’d ever seen. She was a beautiful silvery dragonet with a sheen of blue and green, and lavender and purple as well.

All the hues blended in a most beautiful fashion on the silvery hide. The beautiful dragonet approached Aravire without any preamble and spoke to her. Impression was made. Since her impression to the beautiful Aurora dragonet calling herself Raeth, Aravire had been having a most pleasant time with her Lessons. Especially when the Lesson involved Raeth. Graduation came and went. Aravire and Raeth are both wondering what the future holds for them.

Adoption?: No



Dragon's Name: Raeth
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 3 Turns
Dragon's Color: Aurora [B588FE - 88FED3]

Dragon's Appearance: Raeth is the smallest of what an Aurora would be, reaching 27 feet, and she lacks some visible strength. Her muscles are lean and wiry, and she is slender and delicately built, almost as doll-like. With a long tail and broad, beautiful wings, she is stunning to see, her silvery hide gleaming radiantly in blues and greens under the sunlight. From end to end, she is pale and elegant, but for a v-shaped blaze, which starts between her eyes and runs halfway down her neck, flaring briefly, elegantly forward to close at the front of her neck like an elegant, antiqued collar.

Dragon's Personality: Raeth is a creature who seems to come across as cold and calculating. She will do things that others may find unpleasant or even repulsive. She knows these things need doing and will carry them out with the minimum of fuss. She is a fiercely loyal dragon, and can seem very aggressive to any if she feels they are a threat to Hers. She is arrogant at times, and seems to dismiss any she feels are below her. She can be warm and friendly, but usually only in private to Hers.

Dragon's History: She hatched and found hers easily enough. Nothing really noteworthy during their Weyrling Training except for the time Raeth flew and nearly hit the wall of the Weyrbowl. But she learned her lesson for flight and had since then mastered flight.

Roleplay Sample:
Death's Promise


It had finally happened. She had hoped that it never would have come to this. She stood on her weyr ledge, looking down at the Weyrbowl's ground floor. It had happened so fast, they had arrived without warning. Nearly every new color of Dragon lay dead or dieing on the Weyrbowl floor. Aravire was in shock. Her beloved Raeth was, thankfully, not one of the dead or dieing. They had been out to the beach to help ferry Candidates on a wonderful rest day. And then to return, to this macabre horror. She could see many of her friend's dragons on the ground. Dsirth, Nabaneth, Daylith, Olinath, Adaneth, and many others she recognized immediately, all dead.

Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks. She didn't try to stop them, or wipe them away, and invariably, the tears blinded her eyes. She couldn't turn away from the carnage that seemed to hold her spell bound. Only a few people, including riders, some of the original colors and a few of the newer colors, had survived this horrible nightmare. She had spoke with Savvi a few moments ago upon returning, flying straight due to Raeth being heavy with eggs and due to clutch any day, to discover the carnage below her. She'd heard, from Savvi's point of view and had learned a good deal had happened since they'd left at dawn. From what Savvi, and a few others, had told her, Telgar Weyr had launched an attack on them. Telgar, apparently, was bent on wiping the new colors off the face of Pern for good, instead of sending them to another place.

Mine. I need you on the sands! NOW!

Aravire turned on her heal and ran for the Hatching Sands. She arrived out of breath, and in a panic. She was afraid that a few of the Telgarian Riders had been hiding to kill Raeth and herself, but no. Raeth sat on the sands, three precious Eggs lay on the warming sands, mottled and glistening from just being laid. A moment later, and another egg joined the first three. And soon five more eggs joined the others. Aravire couldn't help the huge smile on her face at the eggs that graced Lellinias Weyr's Hatching Grounds. From death, life would renew the Weyr back to it's strength. The Aurora Rider fell to her knees and let go. She sobbed openly, not trying to keep anyone else from hearing her. She could only allow herself this one moment of weakness, for from now on, she needed to be strong and help to rebuild and try to repair what Telgar Weyr had done.

No Dragon should ever have to fight Dragon, no matter what color was the on Dragon's hide.

*~*~*~*~*
this was a thing I did on the old site they are from for a Fan Fic contest.

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Shaikar Moonbow
Pronunciation: Shay-car
Gender: Male
Age: 23 Turns
Turnday: 3055.M8.19 of current Turn

Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Parents:
Mother- Shara, Journeywoman Dragonhealer, ISW
Father- Il'kari of Brown Blyroth, ISW
Siblings:
Sister - Sharikar, 19, Candidate, ISW
Brother - Ilshar, 17, Candidate, ISW
Brother - Akari, 14, Candidate, ISW
Children: none
Relationships:
Weyrmate: none yet
Ex-Lover: none
Friends: none at the moment
Pets: none

Appearance: Shaikar stands at 6'3". He has black hair that he keeps short. He has dark blue eyes that mirror his emotions deeply. He has a slanted forehead. His face is an oval shape. He has a lean figure, but overly muscular, with well tanned skin from being outside so much. His legs are muscular from the constant running he does in the early mornings.

Personality: Shaikar is an outspoken man. He can take a good joke now and then but will get deeply upset about certain issues. He likes to have fun, pulling pranks, or just being funny. He can be a real hard ass if he's put in charge of a task. He doesn't like anyone slacking off and will push them to get things done. He loves his family very much and is very protective of them, willing to kick some ass if anyone tries to bully them.

History: Shaikar was born as the oldest of four siblings at Ice Stone. He took it upon himself to look after his sister, Sharikar, while his parents were busy with their duties. Shaikar was getting tired of taking care of his sister but was set on by his parents when they announced that there would be another baby for Shaikar and Sharikar to play with. Shaikar groaned inwardly, whereas Sharikar couldn't keep her thoughts to herself about little Ilshar being born.

But Shaikar did not end up looking after Sharikar, _and_ Ilshar. He passed that on to Sharikar. At the age of 14, Shaikar was searched for a clutch on the sands. But he did not impress. In the mean time, he is helping out where-ever he is needed. He decided to go south to help out where he could at Ice Stone. He is hoping that a baby will choose him from Ice Temperanth's clutch, before he's too old to stand.
On 3079.04.21, Shaikar impressed to handsome Black Hazed Aurora Leth.

Adoption?: No




Dragon's Name: Leth
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dragon's Color: Black Hazed Aurora (M) # 5eb7c2, # 12bc52, # 2e5b63

Dragon's Appearance: Right from hatching, this handsome Black Hazed Aurora male is quite the looker with such a nice dark shade of blues and greens. There is a wide swaths of black running over his medium compact form. Even though he hatched medium in size, he will be half a foot long once he's matured, 32.5. He has long limbs and a compact body.

Dragon's Personality: Leth deeply considerate. He has a desire to make sure he takes everyone else’s feelings into consideration when he acts. As such, he often chooses his words and steps with the utmost care. It can cause him to be slower to move then others, but it means he often does not make mistakes, and certainly not careless ones. However, he finds it hard to make his own will known. He presents everyone else’s ideas in order to include those around him, but forgets about his own. He will take great care of his rider, and will be their advocate first and foremost.

Dragon's History:At the eggs, two dragons broke free. A Blue, with just a touch of white on the edge of his wings, and an Aurora, who was a lovely mix of blues and pinks. Both of these boys took a moment to dust themselves of egg shells before considering each other. Then the pair of them walked forward together toward the candidates, though taking their time.

The hazed Aurora watched the Darkblue-Green and seemed slightly anxious. The two Whites next to him, turning their heads started to push him away. He appeared confused by this, but the largest of the Whites seemed to be staring at him intently. His sister nodded and the Black Hazed Aurora slowly started to move, giving a nod back to his smaller siblings. The hazed Aurora went to his sister, and nodded to her, appearing to speak. She shrank away from him before crooning quietly. He then turned to Shaikar. [smear:#5eb7c2] Hello S’kar, Mine. If you do not mind, I would like to be fed. Unless this is a bad time, I can wait.[/smear:12bc52] The Aurora hungered, but his nature would not let him impose.

[Darwin]

Status: Approved

Name: Sharikar Moonbow
Pronunciation: Shar-ih-car
Gender: female
Age: 19 Turns
Turnday: 3059.M12.05 of current Turn

Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Parents:
Mother- Shara, Journeywoman Dragonhealer, ISW
Father- Il'kari of Brown Blyroth, ISW
Siblings:
Sister - Shaikar, 23, Candidate, ISW
Brother - Ilshar, 17, Candidate, ISW
Brother - Akari, 14, Candidate, ISW
Children: none
Relationships:
Weyrmate: none yet
Ex-Lover: none
Friends: none but would like to have a few
Pets: none

Appearance: Sharikar stands at 5'7" with average weight for her height. She has shoulder length black hair that is wavy. She has crystal clear blue eyes, lighter in color than Shaikar's. High cheek bones, bronzed tan skin, thin mouth, long legs. She is slender and fit, prefering to exercise in the mornings and evenings with her brother.

Personality: Sharikar is a calm person to the point of driving anyone crazy. She is more of an observer than a leader. Though, when no one else does, she will take the leader role. She can have an attitude if she thinks they are trying to take advantage of her. And she will fight to defend her honor. Cut her down, and she'll make you bleed. She prefers to fight her own battles. Behind all this stand-off-ishness, she is romantic and sincere. Sharikar can also be very kind and understanding when she wants to.

History: Sharikar is the second oldest of four siblings at Ice Stone. She grew up as the favorite of the four. But she didn't want to be coddled and pampered by the lower cavern women. She rebeled against them. In secret, she hated them. At the age of 12, a boy a little older than her tried to have his way with her. He ended up with a slash on his left cheek. He made trouble for her even after she apprenticed to the Dragonhealer craft. At the age of 15, Sharikar found herself searched by her father's dragon. She happily accepted the search. She stood for some time on the sands, but she is still hopeful that she will impress.

Adoption?: No



Dragon's Name: [smear:#fe8eff]Kishith (Key-sheath)[/smear:5fe5cd]
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Adult Size: 28'
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Dragon's Color: Aurora #fe8eff, #bdedc5, #5fe5cd

Dragon's Appearance: Roughly in the middle of the size scale for Auroras, this handsome Aurora male is slightly burly in muscle tone on his body. Though his body overall is still compact in size. Once mature, though, he will be muscled and in perfect proportion that an Aurora should have.

Dragon's Personality: Nothing pleases Kishith more than doing well by his rider. As though he is a knight and his rider his liege, he is happy to carry out their will, no matter what it might be. He treats them with utmost respect, and will remain eternally devoted to them. However, because of his extreme devotion, he can be a bit smothering. It will take him time to balance himself into an appropriate level of love and attention, but with some guidance will be a wonderful lifemate.

Dragon's History: The Aurora, not perturbed at this event, started toward the female candidates slowly. He didn’t go for long, eventually stopping in front of Sharikar. With a fluid movement, he took a step back and bowed his head before his head rose and his eyes turned rainbow.

[smear:#fe8eff] Sharikar, my own dear rider. Forgive my tardiness. From now on, I shall be your right arm, for I am your Kishith.[/smear:5fe5cd] He sat and waited for her orders, content to remain in this moment as long as she desired it.

[Darwin]

Status: Pending



Name: Honolly Ebern
Pronunciation: Ho-no-lee Eh-Burn
Gender: Female
Age: 20 Turns
Turnday: 56.06.16

Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Blue Rider
Family:
Father - Manalak (M'lak) Watch Rider of Midnight Gandath
Mother - Tanari Rider of Green Pelomath
Weyrmate: None yet
Friends: None yet
Pets: Small dog ~ Fizzle
Fizzle Pic

Appearance:

Honolly is built like a sprinter. Standing at 5' 3", this thin cutie is only slightly shorter than the norm. Pale skin covers a thin frame. Her face is softly angular with almond shaped eyes surrounded in thick eye-lashes. The iris of her eyes is such a darkly colored brown, that they've been mistaken for black on cloudy days and During the night time. A small nose sits nicely above full, but not puffy lips and short, roughly cut light auburn hair frames the whole thing. Honolly's head sits on a thin neck and average shoulders which lead into long, thin arms and small hands with long fingers that have been toned and strengthened from 4 years for dragon riding. Her bust, although not actually that large, looks huge when compared to her too-thin, curvy body. 'Baby-maker' hips lead into long, muscular legs and small feet. Her clothing of choice when not in her work clothes is often a baggy, sleeveless, black shirt that she snatched from her father and comfortably fitting jeans which are fitting at the hip and looser around the leg.

Personality:

Playful

When in a good mood, Honolly is a game-player with energy and enthusiasm much like that of a 10-turn-old instead of the 20-turn-old that she is. Tricks and traps that scare, or surprise Weyr-goers are common with this female around and she often winds up in minor trouble when the Weyr Leader and Weyrwoman stumble into her traps. Baneroth tries to keep her under control, but hard headed Honolly has trouble listening and would rather have fun than stay out of trouble. This is why she didn't get out of Weyrling Training until she turned 20.

Hard-Headed

Impossible to order around, a kinder tone is usually what gets this female to pay attention. Once focused on something, she is impossible to discourage and is known to work herself into exhaustion because she doesn't like to leave anything unfinished or do a half-arsed job. While this is a good thing for her work, it's horrible when things shift away from work and turn into determination and boredom. Completely unable to turn down a challenge, Honolly gets in over her head a lot and often finds herself injured because of the stupid bets she makes at times

Hot-Headed

Honolly, despite her playful nature, is easily frustrated and angered. This blue-rider is a grudge-holder and will often avoid or harass anyone who has ended up on her permanent bad list. Easily swayed, it is common for her to jump in between two friends and fight both sides of the battle or go after someone on only partial information. Once proven truely wrong, however, Honolly does apologize and try to fix her mistake. She's childish, but not unreasonable.

History:

Born in the Weyr after a green-flight gone right, Honolly was raised by her mother only until she was no longer suckling. This tall woman's father took her in after her mother admitted not being ready or able to raise a child. Understanding that it was in her best interest, Honolly does not feel negative emotion toward the green-rider. Her father raised her well with a firm and fair hand. Defiantly the least spoiled of the Weyr-Brats, Honolly lived well and has stayed very close to M'lak who often teases her like many fathers might tease a son. That might be the only hitch in Honolly's raising. She's been treated like a boy more often than a girl and considers herself one of the guys. Once she turned impressing age, Honolly was stood on the sands. While she got a dog for that birth day, she did not get a dragon, and was passed up many a time until about 4 years ago when big old Baneroth literally fell on top of her. She had not been paying attention until the big blue tripped on an egg shell and flattened her to the ground. It was both funny and painful to her and the two have been together ever since. Training was longer than usual, but was fun and good for both of them to mature a little bit.

Adoption?: If I poof away, I want all of my wonderful characters to go up for adoption. I work too hard on these guys for them to just die off. >.>

Dragon's Name: Baneroth (Ban-i-roth)
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 4 Turns
Dragon's Color: Blue [#3a4bf7]

Dragon's Appearance:

At 28ft long from chest to hind, Baneroth is on the larger side of the Blue's size spectrum. His head is proportionately large with smaller head-nubs than most dragons and large, round eyes. A longer muzzle than usual makes Baneroth's face seem more triangular and intimidating than many others and his long neck widens to almost the width of his shoulders where his chest begins. Short, stocky legs end in large and slightly clumsy paws on both the front and the back. While all of his legs are proportionately short, his hind legs are slightly longer than the front and give him the look of an arching cat. It can be comical when Honolly talks him into being playful. With a tail almost as long as his body finishing off the look, Baneroth is certainly a sight to behold.

Dragon's Personality:

Quiet

Interestingly enough, Baneroth rarely ever speaks even on Honolly and chooses to mostly communicate through body language and the mood-changing colors of his eyes. It is unusual for him to be vocal, and that could be in part to his voice making Honolly wish he was human sometimes.

Methodical

Choosing to be his rider's anchor to the real world, Baneroth has become a methodical, sly thinker in order to try and keep her from getting too rash or doing something too silly or dangerous. This dragon is more likely to deny Honolly's challenges for her and will often make an effort to tell on her when he doesn't like her ideas. Planning is Baneroth's strength and he is often obsessive over making sure that there's nothing unaccounted for.

Dragon's History:

In the four years since his hatching, Baneroth has not seen much more than damage from Honolly's challenges and dumb ideas. While this is a good thing, it also means that he's very unexperienced and they haven't even been assigned to a thread-wing yet. While the free time is fine to his rider, Baneroth feels the need to do more and would be happy to get ANY assignments at all.

Roleplay Sample:

Mine.

Not now love. Almost done with mending this tunic. Honolly replied to her lifemate's call. Her mind was centered so intently on her task that mostly anything else was ignored.

Mine....

sigh Honolly paused for a moment. What? I said I'm almost done here! She went back to her mending.

I need a bath. You promised I could have one a candlemark ago.

Alright! Lets go. She tossed her mending to the side and onto her bed. She stood up and quickly grabbed the sack that had all of her bathing supplies for bathing Baneroth.

[Darwin]

Status: Pending

Name: Se'kt Dramor
Pronunciation: Seh-Ket Dray-More
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Turnday: 7th Day of the 9th Month, Turn 3044
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dragon Rider

Family:
Mother: Sahkti Avel (Harper)
Father: Terian Dramor (Tanner)
Brother: S'ren of Moonlight Onsiliath (Deceased)
Weyrmate: None yet, any that stuck around for a bit?
Friends: None yet, could use a few
Pets: None

Appearance: Se'kt's skin is a shade paler than most, though he does not have a sickly appearance. His hair is dark brown and kept cropped short and neatly. His eyes are a light, stormy grey color and often ringed with tired, darker skin. He is tall; 6"0 and wiry. Her prefers to wear darker wherhide clothing; browns, blues and sometimes reds.

Personality: Se'kt is quiet and prefers not to speak when possible as he feels too much time is wasted on idle banter. He is outwardly calm and collected and often perceived as being bad tempered. Se'kt can be close minded and mistrustful of outsiders, preferring to keep Ice Stone isolated from other "meddling Weyrs". He seems to harbor a more personal dislike for Benden Weyrfolk, often heard referring to them as "Benden Buggers".

History: as a young child Se'kt began to learn the Tanning Craft from his father. Though he loved his Harper mother he pretended to care little for her songs and stories, instead applying himself to what his father constantly told him was a "useful trade", leaving his brother to listen to the wild stories of Dragonrider's deeds. Se'kt never admitted it to anyone, but he thought his brother would be Searched instead of himself and this made him very jealous of his brother. Though young Se'kt claimed to want to be a Tanner he secretly wished to be a Dragonrider.

When Se'kt turned 14 a pair of Dragonriders arrived at Icy Caverns on Search. Both Se'kt and S'ren were taken back to Ice Stone Weyr. Se'kt was over joyed to have been chosen, but this led to some mild ribbing from his brother who often asked him "so if a Dragon chooses you, will you teach him Tanning?" Se'kt ignored these taunts with good grace, allowing his brother his moment of glory. The truth was, Se'kt had begun to thaw out and he studiously applied himself to any education or chores he was assigned. When the next Hatching occurred, S'ren Impressed to a Moonlight Dragonet and Se'kt to an Ice King. Though as both boys matured, Se'kt began to realize that Weyr life was much harder than the stories would have you believe.

He would hear news of the Northern Weyrs; how they raised their Weyrlings and what they considered to be just and true practice. It was easy for them to make the rules, but Ice Stone sure as Shells didn't have to follow them! In Se'kt's view, Ice Stone had done everything it's own way for all these Turns and they still prospered, so why did the North, in particular Benden, have to try and interfere? As S'ren adapted to his role with ease, Se'kt became ill-at-ease with the political climate. This began to create a rift between the brothers as S'ren would listen to songs and stories of the brave Riders of Rainbow Mists, Benden or Fort Weyr and would assure his younger brother that one day he'd fly with those brave men and women, should any crisis occur that required him.

So eager was S'ren to prove himself as more than adept at Thread burning that he tried to push himself to hard and too fast during his later Weyrling training. He tried to achieve aerial feats that should have taken Turns to master with practice and it ended in tragedy when both he and his Dragon perished; dashed to death against a mountain the Dragon didn't have the agility to manoeuvre away from. After his brother's untimely death, Se'kt grew to hate those wild stories he had loved so much, viewing fanciful tales as some kind of unhealthy tripe that only filled up youngsters minds "that couldn't be filled with logic". Se'kt became an outspoken advocate for keeping Ice Stone business to itself, "where it belongs".

Adoption?: Yes

Dragon's Name: Epsilith
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 15 Turns
Dragon's Color: Ice (King)

Dragon's Appearance: 36 feet long, well muscled in the body with a particularly white flecked hide. He is at the lighter end of Ice coloration; his hide being comprised of lighter blues and teals. His belly is also a shade lighter than his back.

Dragon's Personality: Epsilith is a seemingly solemn Dragon. Though less talkative than others of his color, he does know when command must be taken and he can lead those in trouble to safety. He enjoys the company of other Dragons he knows well, but is quiet around newcomers.

Dragon's History: Epsilith was born at Ice Stone Weyr and Impressed to Se'kt at the same time as his Clutchbrother (Onsiliath) Impressed to S'ren. When his Clutchbrother died he felt it more keenly than the other Dragons, due to the added familial bond his Rider had.


Roleplay Sample:

Se'kt sighed and seemed to glare out at nothing. Though there really was nothing outside his weyr. There could be heard the wind as it howled passed the opening. Only whisps of the wind made it into the warmth of the weyr that surrounded Rider and Dragon, so much so that the brisk whisps of the wind died quick deaths before it could touch thier skin or hide.

Mine, Temperanth's eggs hatch! We must go and attend.

Se'kt didn't feel like going and doing anything, but Hatchings were a good thing for any Weyr. And it was always a good excuse to celebrate. Alright, Epsilith, lets go and watch.

The pair left their weyr and headed for the Hatching sands. Epsilith found a place to let his off and then launched up to find a ledge to watch the Hatching.

[Darwin]

Status: Pending

Name: Moiral Skye
Pronunciation: Moee-ral
Gender: Female/hetero
Age: 22
Turnday: M3.D15

Weyr: RMW
Rank: Flame Wherhandler
Family:
Mother- Moria, Journeywoman Healer, 58, CSH
Father- Alleran, Journeyman Smith, 61, CSH
Brother- Morrian, Journeyman Smith, 34
Sister- Allemora, Journeywoman Harper, 30
Sister- Eria of Citrine Eriask, 27/8, RMW
Brother- R'lan of Grey M Larseth, 25/5
Sister- Oria, Candidate, 24, RMW

Weyrmate: currently open
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none

Appearance: Moiral has black hair with light brown, almost amber eyes. She stands at 5'3" and weighs about 139. Her hair reaches to just below her waist. She generally keeps it up off her neck in a runner's tail. Though she will also put it in a braid. She has filled out somewhat. Her hips are curved just to be temptation, and her chest area is ample. Not eye catching but enough to make a man look She wears dark colors that add to her olive complexion really well. She has a nice simple chin that moves up to high cheekbones. She has thin wide lips and thin eyebrows.

She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Moiral doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. When she is attending chores she wears a simple dark copper tunic with black or reddish brown trousers. She likes to wear dark colors and will sometimes be seen in lighter colors during the summer months, when it’s warmer. She has a leather jerkin vest that was dyed to a light yellow coloring that she wears every now and then. The inside of the jerkin vest is done up in wherry feathers to keep the body warm during the winter. It’s her favorite vest.

Personality: Moiral is a confidant, tomboyish, and stubborn young lady. She is confidant in her abilities as a person and will not listen to anyone that bullies her. She is her own person and she knows it. She is polite and considerate, not one that resorts to bullying another person into doing something. She’ll ask. If the person says ‘no’, then she’ll leave it at that. She is one of the few girls that isn’t afraid to get dirty and isn’t afraid to wrestle either. She simply loves the challenge of getting physical to try and best her opponent, male or female. Though she has yet to meet another female that would wrestle with her.

She is stubborn when it comes to something she has set her mind to. And nothing will change her mind. She loves children and babies of any species. She hopes to have a child or two when she’s older but she has the patience to wait and she uses it when dealing with children. She had been told by one or two older women that she would make a wonderful mother should she have any children of her own and takes those words to heart. She hopes to impress and is wanting to try for a fire lizard, but she hasn’t been lucky with either yet. She has a crush on a male Candidate, but she’s not telling.

History: Moiral was born as the third child of six. She was born at Aphe Hold to a Journeyman Healer, Moria, and a Journeyman Smith, Alleran. She was always on the move almost right after birth. She could not keep still for a full ten minutes. She was running with the group of children pulling pranks or finding some kind of mischief. Though she wasn’t the prank kind of child. She had never pulled a prank on anyone. She was just with them for the laughs. Or the punishment when caught, since she was with them. She loved to go for rides on runners at the age of six turns. Her oldest brother, Morrian, taught her to ride in his spare time. And she loved it every moment of it. By the time she was twelve turns, she could ride a runner bareback and only the bridle.

She would often go off on her own on a runner on rest days. She would head to the nearest beach she knew of and just lay on the beach and watch the waves of the ocean. For a few months after she’d turned 12, Moiral gave some thought to what craft she wanted to apprentice too. She didn’t want to stay at home all her life and not do anything useful. Though helping to clean and cook was useful. She settled on the Baker craft and apprenticed to the Senior Journeyman Cook of Aphe Hold. She studied hard and worked just as hard.

She had just barely turned 13 turns when a blue Searchrider arrived on Search for a clutch at Rainbow Mists Weyr. Moiral ran out with the other Holder children and waited. She was bubbling over with the giggles and happiness when she was Searched. She readily agreed and left with the Searchrider that same day with two other new Candidates. She was completely overwhelmed when she arrived at Rainbow Mists Weyr. She quickly learned what she needed to know to survive in the Weyr. Not long after arriving at the Weyr, Moiral was taken in by one of the cooks. Though it wasn‘t an official apprenticeship at all. She worked hard and made a few friends. She wanted to help feed the people of the Weyr. On 74.08.11, she heard there was need for Candidates for eggs that a Crimson had been hording. She was amused and eagerly joined a group of Candidates. She hoped to bond to one of the cute little babies and a handsome little Flame came 'stalking' towards her. He pounced on her feet and nipped her right ankle, blooding her. A bowl was thrust into her hands and she knelt down and picked up the Flame wherlet and took him outside to feed him. He began calling himself Moirask.

Adoption?: No

Wher's Name: Moirask
Wher’s Gender: Male
Wher's Age: 5 (Hatched 3074.08.11)
Wher's Color: Flame

Wher's Appearance: The first thing to notice about this particular wher is purely how massive he is! He seems to have jumped a few sizes on the charts, making him one of the larger Flame Whers. Well, for the moment, as he stands easily the size of a small Brown. He is built for endurance and stamina, strength to be challenged, and a force to be reckoned with, stocky creature that he is. His wings are thick and wider than normal, though his wingspan is a touch smaller, his two tipped tail long and gracefully thinning.

His base shade is a pale yellow, almost gold color, though he lacks the direct glossy sheen that shimmers like those of metallic shades. His hide is blotched with what look to be dark red flames licking at his body, heating up the pure look of him. Still, these hungry flames only add to his beauty, though they are not as swirly as some have been seen to be, his are distinctly manly, giving no doubt in his firm masculinity.

Wher's Personality: Though he tries hard to please his handler, this little Wher has a bit of an attention span issue. Easily distracted and a little socially awkward he tends to play a little too rough with his fellow Whers and inadvertently stirs up trouble. For the most part he seems good natured if a bit uneasy around other Whers and especially around dragons. He doesn't seem to mind firelizards in the least and in fact seems to prefer their company over other Whers and dragons. With proper training he should turn out to be a superb and slightly smarter than your average wher partner.

Wher's History: Dalonia quickly intercepted, slammed the heel of her palm into the side of his head and shoving his head away. “Back off, you smelly wretch! I’d just as soon bathe in Thread as let you keep even one of your monstrous spawn!” Her voice was low and very nearly a growl and while she faced off with the Crimson, two of the three rolling eggs began to crack, dropping bits of shell here and there. Finally, out of the larger of the two eggs, a dark blue and black hind leg emerged causing it to roll suddenly to one side and crash into the smallest of the three eggs. In a matter of seconds, the Citrine—who was now busy trying to gum a shell shard to death—was joined by a rather disoriented Midnight and a flailing Flame.


RP Sample: Soft whispers drifted from the darkened tunnel. Soft sobs and a soft croon. A few moments later a young woman and her Flame wher stepped out of the tunnel. Moiral wiped the tears from her cheeks. Instinctively, her left hand reached for her Flame's headknobs and gently petted them. "Everything will be okay," she said softly.

Flame Moirask crooned softly again. Everything okay. Moirask make it okay.

Moiral chuckled and knelt beside her wher. "Yes, my handsome Moirask, you make it okay," she told him, giving him a hug. Now all she had to do was see a Healer just to make sure her calculations where correct and see about making sure she doesn't lose this baby.

[Darwin]

Name: Koren Strongbow
Pronunciation: Korr-en
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Turnday: M12.D5

Weyr: RMW
Rank: Midnight Wherhandler
Family:
Mother- Kena of Green Kenask, Telgar
Father- Orillion of Bronze Orilliosk, Telgar
Brother- Rikenal of Bronze Rikenask, 28/7, Telgar
Sister- Rillena of Copper Rillenask, 26/5, Telgar
Sister- Liena of Citrine Lienask, 24/5, Telgar Hold
Brother- Enorill of Wood Enorisk, 20/3, Telgar
Sister- Kenia of Green Keniask, 18/2, RMW

Weyrmate: none yet
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none

Appearance: Koren stands at six feet and seven inches tall. He is lean and muscled, at odds with the craft he'd chosen before he'd bonded to his black Wher. He has black hair with very dark brown eyes. His hair is long and a bit wavy, which he keeps tied back with a strip of leather. He wears light colors during the summer months, even though the temp stays between the 80 & 90 degrees. During the cold months he wears darker colors.

Personality: Koren is a charming young Wherhandler. He is polite and likes to talk to everyone and anyone that would like to talk also. He will not but into a conversation if he's not invited, but he will but into an arguement or fight to try and simmer things. He takes other peoples feelings into account and tries not to hurt their feelings with anything he says. If he does, he'll be the first one to appologize. He's fairly easy-going when approached and doesn't mind anyone coming to him ask for help or advice. Though he does have his moods and he can be a bit harsh at times. He's competitive when it comes to Runs, or any other sort of competitions. Especially when there is a Gather. But even then, he's still a bit more easy-going, and he'll not rub your face in it if he beats you. He is hardworking and prefers to help out with anything that some might feel out of sorts doing. He does like to patrol as often as possible and will assist others in their duties if need be.

History: Born the third to youngest of six children to Wherhandlers, it was all he ever knew growing up at Telgar Weyr. He was half expected to stand for Dragon clutches when he turned 12, and he did, but being a Handler was in his blood. He didn't impress to a Dragon. He was deciding if he should keep standing for Dragon hatchings or just simply become a Wher Candidate. He chose to be a Wher Candidate and left Telgar for Rainbow Mists Weyr. On 74.08.11, the age of 17, he bonded to a handsome and large Midnight Wher. Who became known as Koresk.

Adoption?: No



Wher's Name: Koresk
Wher’s Gender: Male
Wher's Age: 5 (Hatched 3074.08.11)
Wher's Color: Midnight #000052

Wher's Appearance: Koresk is at the largest end of the size scale for a Midnight Wher, but not as large as some Bronzes. He is bulky with muscles and there are a few grey scars on his body from fighting with Wild animals. He has long legs and a long tail, which he uses as a whip if an intruder comes close enough to him.

Wher's Personality: Despite his dark coloring-perfect for blending into the shifting shadows of the night-it is still a wonder how something so ungainly can be so very stealthy. Koresk is a bit aloof and isn't nearly as dependent on his handler as some Whers though that by no means translates to a lesser bond between the two. In fact, if anything he is more attentive than some Whers and certainly far more protective. Despite his seeming lack of personality, there are times when his slightly twisted sense of humor shines through; it generally involves scaring the hide off of his handler and whoever else may be around by popping up seemingly out of nowhere. He is surprisingly tolerant of firelizards so long as they don't draw too much attention to him.

Wher's History: Dalonia quickly intercepted, slammed the heel of her palm into the side of his head and shoving his head away. “Back off, you smelly wretch! I’d just as soon bathe in Thread as let you keep even one of your monstrous spawn!” Her voice was low and very nearly a growl and while she faced off with the Crimson, two of the three rolling eggs began to crack, dropping bits of shell here and there. Finally, out of the larger of the two eggs, a dark blue and black hind leg emerged causing it to roll suddenly to one side and crash into the smallest of the three eggs. In a matter of seconds, the Citrine—who was now busy trying to gum a shell shard to death—was joined by a rather disoriented Midnight and a flailing Flame.

RP Sample: Koren was on his way back to his den, having met with a few others about the evenings shifts. He was happy with his shift, he would have the shift from midnight to dawn. It was one of the shifts he'd been wanting for the last turn.

A huge shape suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The huge shape growled.

Koren looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin. "Koresk! Stop doing that!" Koren berrated his Midnight Wher.

The shape shifted again with a mewling noise from the Midnight Wher. Koresk sorry. The big wher said to Koren.

"Thank you, love. Let's head back to our den. Our shift is at Midnight, so we need to get some sleep before then." Koren told his Wher as they began to walk back to their den.

[Darwin]

Status: Pending

Name: Bella Steelguard
Pronunciation: Bell-ah
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Turnday: M4.D13

Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father- Dellak, 49, Journeyman Fisher, Minn Cothold, deceased
Mother- Broah, 46, Journeyman Healer, Minn Cothold, deceased
Brother- Brollak B'lak of Brown Niftoth, ISW

Weyrmate: none
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none

Appearance: Bella has light brown hair with light brown eyes. She stands at 5'3" and weighs about 142. Her hair reaches to the middle of her shoulder blades. She generally keeps it up off her neck in a runner's tail. She has filled out somewhat. Her hips are curved just to be temptation, and her chest area is ample. Not eye catching but enough to make a man look She wears dark colors that add to her olive complexion really well. She has a nice simple chin that moves up to high cheekbones. She has thin wide lips and thin eyebrows.

Personality: Bella is a quiet person. She prefers to be alone sometimes, and will only accept company from her brother, Brollak. Rarely would she allow anyone else to help her with anything, unless she's in the Infirmary and her brother is out hunting. She is shy around new people. She will often hide behind her brother if she thinks the person or persons look frightening to her. She is polite to anyone that is of higher rank than her. She especially views Dragonriders in a different light than her brother. She doesn't fear them and thinks that they deserve respect, but not at the cost of hostility. Ever since the fire that had killed all of her family, except for herself and her brother, she has become jumpy.

She doesn't like anyone to come up behind her and touch her shoulder, she'll spin around and hit them. She is petrified of fire. To the point that she'll scream bloody murder and do anything she can to get away from it. If anyone touches her while she is like this, she'll turn on the person and attack them. She won't care who the person is. The only person that can get through to her like this is her brother, Brollak. Bella has a terrible temper, with a short fuse. And if she's in a bad mood, the fuse is even shorter. She doesn't like anyone picking on her brother, as far as they are concerned, only she can pick on Brollak.

History: Born as the youngest of several siblings, Bella had a close relationship with her brother, Brollak. She was always hanging around with him, and enjoyed the time she spent with him. She was always picked on by the other girls of Bitra Hold. She always ignored the other girls, not really caring what they thought of her. And then, the fire. Bella had been sleeping in her cot that was in the room of her older sisters. She had heard the screams, they were what woke her. Suddenly, Brollak burst into the room and grabbed her. He took her outside and left her there to go back for their other family.

Brollak wasn't fast enough. Before he could make it back into the building, it collapsed. Bella screamed. It had been so fast. From that moment on, Bella refused to speak to anyone that wasn't her brother. And she was called slow and dumb, but again she ignored them. And as time passed on, she was uprooted and taken to Ice Stone Weyr with her brother. She quickly adjusted to the change in climate as well as the change in scenery. She loved Ice Stone more than she had, as a child, than the area around Telgar. She and her brother were both officially Searched for Temperanth's third clutch. She stood on the sands with her brother. A gorgeous Pink-Purple female came up to her and chose her. She was stunned and very happy to feed her Cadeatrith.

Adoption?: No



Dragon's Name: Cadeatrith (kay-day-tr-ith)
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Adult Size: 29.5 Feet
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Dragon's Color: Pink-Purple #edbccf #742271

Dragon's Appearance: Light pink covers this girl on most of her body while a light to dark purple seems to fade into the light pink, on her leading wing edge and under her tail. She has some dark purple on her front right foot and on her right headknob. She is a bit small now as a baby but she'll grow to a nice size of 29.5 feet.

Dragon's Personality: This dragoness has her head in the clouds. She’s very graceful, always appearing to be dancing to some music no one else can quite hear, but also doesn’t ever seem to pay attention very much. Oddly enough, this quality means she never becomes bored doing repetitive tasks, even if she makes more mistakes then a more focused dragon. Cadeatrith’s true self shines when being social with others. Not working, but learning about people and making friends. She wants a large circle of happy friends, but has a harder time befriending angry or sad individuals. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t try.

Dragon's History: Suddenly another egg burst open, a Pink-Purple spilling onto the sands. With a little dusting she Started toward the candidates…sort of. As she moved she seemed to be moving to some unheard rhythm, swaying slightly. Her wing tips dragged slightly, and she started forward, then made a little hop and went forward smoothly again. It was almost like she was dancing.

With eyes on the Starlight, the Pink-Purple almost casually choose her partner, leaving the sands as whimsically as she had entered them. It left the trio of Whites, who were still remaining in place, near the smallest who was now crooning louder to the candidate with her eyes closed. Was she okay? The other two turned to each other, apparently not willing to seek their fortunes before their brother. Although the female White couldn’t suppress a creel, they waited.

RP Sample: With eyes on the Starlight, the Pink-Purple almost casually choose her partner, leaving the sands as whimsically as she had entered them. It left the trio of Whites, who were still remaining in place, near the smallest who was now crooning louder to the candidate with her eyes closed. Was she okay? The other two turned to each other, apparently not willing to seek their fortunes before their brother. Although the female White couldn’t suppress a creel, they waited.

There you are my Bella! Your Cadeatrith is so very hungry!

Bella gasped at the pretty Pink-Purple that came up to her. "Of course, Cadeatrith! The food is over there!" Bella said to her lovely new lifemate. She looked up to see her brother grinning at her as she left the sands with her lifemate.

[Darwin]

Status: Pending

Name: B'lak Brollak Steelgaurd
Pronunciation: Broh-lak
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Turnday: M7.D1

Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father- Dellak, 49, Journeyman Fisher, Minn Cothold, deceased
Mother- Broah, 46, Journeyman Healer, Minn Cothold, deceased
Sister- Bella of Pink-Purple Cadeatrith, ISW
[all other siblings were killed]

Weyrmate: none
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none

Appearance: One word best describes Brollak, frightening. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall, wide shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs. He has long black hair that he ties back in a tail. He has thin eyebrows above very dark brown eyes. What is frightening about him, is the scarring. He has third degree burn scarring on the right side of his face. It reaches just below his right eye and spreads towards his right ear and two inches below his hairline, also going to the bridge of his nose and down towards his mouth but stops there and goes to half an inch towards the right corner of his mouth. It goes down his neck to his back and his chest, stopping at just above his waist. The scarring isn’t visible but for a supple leather mask he uses to hide the scarring, and he constantly wears tunics, except for when he‘s out in the surrounding jungle, hunting. He wears a simple silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It has a intricate design on it, and it is one more thing that he doesn’t take off at all. For his tall frame, he is lean and muscled well, there isn’t an ounce of fat on him. He weighs 185 pounds.

Personality: Abrasive, confident, creative, eccentric, elusive, and fearless. When it comes to when he has to return to the Weyr and deal with those within, Brollak is abrasive, but not to the point of being a complete idiot to piss off a person of rank. He is harsh and not one to sugar coat his words just to please anyone. He will tell the truth and to between to anyone that can’t handle the truth, he doesn’t care. He has the utmost confidence in his abilities as a Hunter, and he doesn’t let anyone, save the Weyrleaders and the Headwoman, tell him what to do. He takes great pride in three things: his ability to track animals over any terrain, his throwing knife skills, and his three fire lizards, Seek, Koriel, and Velloss. When he is out hunting, he is very creative when it comes to setting traps. He has around one hundred different traps that he uses to catch wild felines, wherries, and any other animal need to be caught for food.

Odd, strange, unconventional. He’s heard those words whispered about him every time he’s around people. He doesn’t care, really, but if anyone says anything to his face about it, he’ll just shrug it off. He loves to be out in the wild, there are no rules, no restraints, no one to tell him what to do, and nothing to keep him from doing his job. And if you need to find him when he’s in the wild, hunting, you had better have a dragon with you, or be a Dragonrider. He is very good at being elusive and hiding. Only a dragon might be able to spot him, but usually, that is only if he wants to be found. He doesn’t much care for trying to train other Hunters. He thinks it’s a waste of time and his effort, especially if they aren’t as adept as him at being elusive. Brollak is fearless, but only on the outside. He doesn’t let anyone see the fear in his eyes when he is around people. He is afraid of losing himself in a Weyr, and sometimes is desperate to get back into the wilds. He sees the Weyrs as prisons in his mind, sometimes, and hopes to never be shackled to the Weyr.

History: Oddly enough, Brollak was born as the third child of Journeyman Healer, Broah, and a Journeyman Fisher, Dellak, of Minn Cothold in Telgar Hold's territory. They had their own small house not far from Minn Cothold. Brollak was born as the second to last child of six, the youngest of four boys, counting himself, and two sisters. He was a thoughtful child and not one to run around pulling pranks or the like. He was picked on by the other Holder boys, being called slow. Brollak didn’t really care. He was in his own little world of being a bronze rider and fighting Thread. He was enthralled by the dragons whenever they would visit the Hold. And one day he was lucky enough to actually ride one! And the thrill of the flight stuck with him.

As he got older, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He was taken out on a hunt with a friend of his fathers one day, killed his first wherry. Dellak was very proud of his son. And the friend had been impressed with Brollak’s creativity and confidence that he took on the young man of twelve turns as his apprentice. Brollak was excited. He made sure to pay close attention when he was with his father’s friend, Aurrik. It was a few turns later that tragedy struck. He was home for a few days when tragedy happened. He had went outside to hunt for something for the evening meal, he had managed to kill a few wherries and a few large herd beasts. A small group of eight men had went with him. Upon returning home, his parent’s small house was in flames.

Brollak rushed inside, despite the men that tried to hold him back. He was only able to save his young sister, Bella, as well as receiving third-degree burns. It took him nearly a turn to recover and heal properly. And the healers helped him by making a supple leather mask that he could use to hide the scarred side of his face. The only one that looked at him with love in their eyes was his sister. Though, because of the fire, Bella never spoke to anyone but Brollak. After spending a nearly another turn at Telgar Hold, Brollak decided to move to Ice Stone Weyr, hoping to find a job there as a Hunter, and hoped to have Bella work in the Kitchens. Brollak and his sister found themselves officially Searched for Temperanth's third clutch. Once the humming started, Brollak was on the sands with his sister. He watched as she impressed to a pretty Pink-Purple. He grinned when she walked off the sands. He waited for the babies to choose theirs and a handsome Brown walked up to him, eyes whirling a rainbow color. The handsome brown calling himself Niftoth.

Adoption?: No



Dragon's Name: Niftoth (Niif-touth)
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Adult Size: 30 Feet
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Dragon's Color: Brown #60453b

Dragon's Appearance: This Brown is a handsome color of a soft brown that almost seems like its dusted with a soft powdery brown. He is a medium size brown though he'll be muscled with a bit of a leanness to him once mature. He'll reach an adult size of 30 feet

Dragon's Personality: Niftoth is a very relaxed dragon. Like many Browns, he needs a good reason to put energy into his efforts. However, if you are looking for a friend, he is suddenly the picture of devotion. He doesn’t seem to be initially interested in fun and games, but is actually relatively easy to convince after a few words. He can be very sarcastic, but doesn’t try to push it too far, since he means well.

Dragon's History: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider.

RP Sample: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider. There you are, B'lak. Your Niftoth is hungry and would like some food please.

Brollak spied the Brown coming his way and he was about to move. Until he heard a voice in his head and saw the rainbow colors in the Brown's eyes. "Well, hello there to you, Niftoth. I would love nothing more than to feed you now," Brollak, now B'lak said to his new livemate. He walked off the sands to where he could see his sister feeding her new lifemate.