Post by Itoshii on Jul 26, 2013 16:26:24 GMT -8
Name: K'ris Nobledale
Pronunciation: Kuh-riss
Gender: Male
Age: 26 Turns
Turnday: 48.09.13
Weyr: Rainbow Mists
Rank: LifeWing Rider/Journeyman Harper
Family:
Mother- Alerie (ah-leer-ee), Flitt Trainer (Deceased)
Father- L'don, Bluerider (Benden Weyr)
Weyrmate: N/A
Friends: TBD
Pets: N/A
Appearance:
6'6"
216 lbs
The first thing that tends to strike the average person about Kaeris is his height. A skyscraper of a man at six and a half feet, he has the opportunity to come off as overwhelming and intimidating. However, one look at the already prominent laugh lines on his face and the twinkling amusement ever present in his engaging brown eyes kills any spell that his appearance from afar may have cast. In contrast with his chocolate brown eyes is his sandy blonde hair. Usually no longer than the tops of his ears, it's more often windswept and messy than not. Whats the point in keeping it nice when you're just going to get flight-hair again?
His long frame only just stays above the 'lanky' category, with some slight definition to the muscles giving his figure some substance. His fingers are long and calloused from his Harper work, though they are by no means rough, much to his patients' joy.
His attire is as flamboyant and eye-catching as his LifeWing, and right proper for a Harper, who is often the center of attention at any sort of gathering. Blues are ever-prominent in his attire, as is fitting to a harper, though other colors such as greens, reds, and oranges are also a popular choice. Colored stitching and sewn on designs are his favorite and while he's no fabric expert, instruments made by his hand are no less extravagant than his style of dressing.
Personality:
Friendly
Flirtatious
Sociable
Kaeris's attitude is no less loud and ignorable than his looks. He is as masterful as any true Harper at mingling with crowds, learning and entertaining in one fell swoop with his outlandish stories and catchy tunes. His smile is disarming and his gaze often mistaken as flirtatious (not that he cares to argue).
On a more personal level, which few people ever get to see, he is a very calm and gentile soul. For all the talent he has at being the Harper side of himself, Kaeris loves nothing more than to lie about and relax. His favorite place is under a good shade tree, preferably by a body of water.
This Rider's largest flaw, and perhaps why he would have never become a Master in his craft, is that he sees too much of the good in people, and almost forgets about the bad. There has been many-a-time when he has found himself on the sour end of a deal or down in the dust, yet somehow he always seems to bounce back with a grin.
History:
Kaeris grew up in a small hold outside of Benden Weyr. Primarily a beast-farming hold, he's seen it all when it comes to runners, herdbeasts, and wherries. His particular favorite task was helping rear the young and nursing the sick and injured, but what he had a passion for above all else was music. While no prodigy, his voice and willingness to learn quickly brought him to Harper Hall just shy of his 13th Turnday.
Like many a young boy his voice was a lovely soprano, though not the clearest of his group. Once he hit the change, however, his voice became a soul-touching tenor. But luck was not to stay on his side, as sickness stole him voice from him for several sevendays. Unsure if he would be able to use more than a loud whisper for the rest of his life, he moved on to make instruments, where, once the masters had decided he has sufficiently mastered the essentials, his creativity quickly caught the attention of many. Pipes, tambourines, and drums he could make most exquisitely from the ground up. As he grew older, regained his voice, and finally walked the tables to Journeyman at the age of 19 turns he began to collaborate with other instrument makers and decorated many a harp and guitar for use and decoration alike.
Just 2 Turns later, while journeying to Cliffside Sea Hold to both study with their Harper and find some wonderful shells to create beads from he was whisked away to Rainbow Mists Weyr for the opportunity to try and Link with a LifeWing. His life forever changed when the fluffy brown Axolzash came squawking into his heart as he tumbled from a dappled ivory shell.
From then on the two went on to soar through classes, so to speak, choosing to specialize in the songs of Dragonkind. Now they reside in Rainbow Mists Aerie, having made the switch to like many of the others, though they spend most of their time tending to dragon and human alike in the Weyr, using songs both healing and entertaining to try and keep the weyrfolk in top spirits in these troubling times.
Adoption?: Nevarrrr
LifeWing's Name: Axolzash (Ox-oll-zosh)
LifeWing's Gender: Male
LifeWing's Age: 5
LifeWing's Species: Wilson's Bird of Paradise
LifeWing's Appearance:
21ft long
Even a rainbow may be jealous of the vibrant LifeWing's color. The first thing you may notice about him is the vibrant sky-blue skin of his head, struck through with velvety jet-black feathers. His face may be a rather drab, though sleek, black but it only serves to highlight the iridescently jade feathers adorning his neck and chest.
Should you see this magnificent LifeWing from above, the back of his neck is as bright a yellow as a lemon, quickly giving way to the crimson of a seaside sunset. His wings may appear drab, with the brown-black feathers, but when flared wide they have a coppery sheen, the back of the longest feathers fading again into red before being tipped off in black once more.
But the colors don't end there. Even his legs are spectacular with legs like the midnight sky. And while the majority of his tail may be short with more of the brown black feathers of his wings, but the two center feathers swirl out gracefully, shimmering like the finest violet satin.
LifeWing's Personality:
Calm
Collected
Confident
Axolzash is on an every day basis that which Kaeris is when he's alone. Stress is one word you would never expect to be in this avian's repertoire. His mind voice is cool and slow, like the gentlest ocean wave, lapping onto the shore. He's never in a great rush, unless of course his skills are needed in earnest.
Despite his calm demeanor, his body is just as expressive as his Rider's. It isn't too hard to guess the undercurrent emotions he is feeling at any given time, however small they may be. His vocalizations are as involuntary as Kaeris's flirting, though he is always ruffled to embarrassment should anyone comment on it.
Confident in his ability to heal all but the most serious of wounds, given the time and space to do so, there is very little in the field of healing he doesn't feel he can accomplish. When it comes to the ladies, unlike his Rider, he feels very out of his own realm. He tends to stutter when confronted by a LifeWing he finds attractive, and should he meet the one whose song weaves irresistibly with his own... Why, he might just fall from the skies themselves!
LifeWing's History:
Urgency. Darkness.
Where am I?
There was nothing but the pressing uncomfortableness of not being able to stretch his wings. To fly. Not that he knew in words what this urge was or that it would still be a long time before he felt the wind all around him, but he knew that he had to struggle. To fight. To be free.
The speckled prison that held him began to splinter, and he paused momentarily as his world was flooded with a piercing brightness. It wasn't more than a few seconds before instinct swept over him once again and he was pecking mercilessly at the shell around him, squirming and struggling until finally there was release.
More light, sound, colors, things. It was almost enough to drive a baby chick mad. Ruffling his egg-damp feathers in discontent he flapped his wings defiantly and took things in, one at a time. There were two magnificent, warm entities watching over him proudly. Protectively. Those had to have been mother- and father-song. And around him. 2 more eggs and another chick, peeping urgently as it took in the same sights as him. But him? He only made a single disgruntled peep.
Encouraged by his parents' singing he waddle-hopped his way, managing to only stumble 2 or 3 times, into the protective cocoon of his mothers wings. Giving his first croon of affection he sat patiently as she preened his feathers, taking the opportunity to look closer at his surroundings.
There were... things here. They stood on two legs such as himself, but with a disturbing lack of feathers. Humans? Yes, humans was the word he was looking for. One stood beside both his mother and his father, but there were others. And they were all watching him, his hatched sibling, and the two shivering eggs that still held his other siblings. He ruffled his feathers briefly as his mother moved on to begin cleaning the fluffy white hatching that had finally made its way over. When would these humans stop staring at him?
But then there was... something else... a.. a pulling, nagging feeling. Shaking his feathers in slight annoyance (would these strange urges never go away?), he glanced about for the source of this newest feeling.
Hopping curiously, but with purpose, towards these fleshy creatures he felt a strange... affinity for them. Maybe they weren't so bad. Yes, the feeling was definitely coming from the small group of them. No, not this one. No, not that one either. Nonono, definitely not that one. And then he felt his chest tighten, and with a good breath of air a song welled up from within him. Sweet like a spring breeze and cool like a mountain stream, and just as uncontrollable it came as if guiding him where he sought to go.
You, K'ris. it was almost an accusation as it left his mind and slid into the mind of the tallest of those gathered, the last note of his song fading away and one of his sibling's songs filling the void. Your song is pure and true. I am Axolzash, and I am here. The fluffy chocolate hatchling peering up into the eyes that matched him so well. The Harper's face burst into the most brilliant of smiles as he crouched to reverently stroke the hatchling's feathers. Axolzash's eyelids drooped and he realized just how tired he had become. I am so tired, K'ris. I wish to sleep.
"Of course, my Axolzash. Can't have you falling down from exhaustion now can we?"
And that was that. From fledgling, to first flight, man and avian were nearly inseparable. Now residing at Rainbow Mists Aerie, the two have become known at the Weyr for their song and care, even if they haven't made many friends in the short time they've lived there. Seems there's always something more important to do than getting closer to acquaintances.
