Post by Ailuran on Aug 14, 2013 19:49:17 GMT -8
Name: N'rel, rider of Bronze Nysqualith
Pronunciation: Neh-rell & Ni-squall-ith
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Turnday: 37.04.14
Weyr: RMW, formerly Fort
Rank: Dragonrider
Family: N'tin, rider of Midnight Locheth (father, deceased); Jielle, weyrfolk (mother, Fort Hold); many, many half siblings (most unknown to him); Rillenin soon-to-be RMW Candidate (son...?)
Weyrmate: None
Friends: Not exactly the friend making type, but he doesn't mind D'gan
Pets: None
Appearance:
(PB: Jeffrey Dean Morgan)
Most days his sleepy hazel eyes and pale skin make him appear tired all the time. When sleep is actually missed, he looks like he's on his death bed. No matter how much he brushes it, his dark brown hair maintains the 'just rolled out of bed' curls and waves. The grey hairs that have started to peek out really complete the look. Despite the less than perky appearance, he is actually pretty attractive, though he never takes advantage of it. Mostly because he never feels certain that a woman he may be interested in isn't his half sister. At 6'3", his almost burly frame creates a bit of an intimidating presence, until one notices the bed head, 5 o'candlemark shadow, and sleepy expression that might as well be painted on his face.
Personality: Diplomacy is not his thing. He pretty much fails at even being polite in any of his interactions. When around people he doesn't know, N'rel tries to not say anything. He won't sugar coat his words so he has found being a Bronzerider rather difficult. It also doesn't help that he can't read very well. He would much rather get out and do something anyway, rather than sitting around talking about it, or sending messages back and forth via those sharding filtters. He does remain very focused on a task, and won't leave it incomplete. His and Nysqualith's fighting skills are a perfect example of his dedication; the pair hardly slept during the first few sevendays they joined the Wings to fight Thread. N'rel demanded countless candlemarks of practice that filled their every waking moment until they both felt satisfied with the results. It may have just been that they only fought Thread for a few Turns before it ended, but N'rel believes the training is what kept them from getting badly Threadscored more than twice.
History: Born and raised at Fort Weyr, Naarelle did not meet his father until he was Searched by the Midnightrider at a Gather during his 14th Turn. No clutches would be warming on Fort's sands for awhile, so he excitedly called out to his mother nearby to share the good news. When Jielle turned and locked eyes with the rider, her face had gone pale and she quickly stormed away without a word. N'tin watched her retreat, then looked down at the boy, his son, who looked torn between running after her and leaving immediately for the chance to Impress. "Guess that'd be one of my Fort gals. Your mum must be Jielle then?" He laughed, didn't wait for a reply, and didn't elaborate, "Don't mind her, you'll get a chance to hear the stories later! C'mon then!"
When he did hear the stories, he learned that Jielle had thought she could get N'tin to settle down with her at Fort. That, of coarse, was not the case. Shortly after Naarelle was born, N'tin transferred away and did not bother to take Naarelle, his mother, or any of the other children he had fathered with him (though none of the other women had wanted to ensnare the Midnightrider for more than a few nights anyway). Devastated, Jielle had pretty much left Naarelle to be raised by the Weyr, only visiting him from the Hold once in awhile. Even though he didn't spend much time with her, he quickly adopted her rude attitude, though he lacked the bitter feelings behind it.
While at his father's newest Weyr, he did not Impress, and did not enjoy getting to know his father. When a clutch was finally laid at Fort, he was allowed to return, and shortly after Impressed Nysqualith. It was a surprise to all except N'rel, who knew instantly that the Bronze was clearly his complete opposite. A natural match, though their road to a functional bond was a rocky one.
A few Turns after Nysqualith had grown, Threadfall was coming to an end. N'rel allowed himself an extra glass of wine one evening, feeling rather lost after the realization that without Thread to battle, life was going to be very different. Foggy headed, he didn't quite have the presence of mind to prevent Nysqualith from chasing Green Areth, whose rider had been following him around ever since the Green had reached maturity. He also didn't realize that the Midnight who lost the Flight belonged to his father. Not until days later when he bumped into N'tin who had transferred back to Fort to fill in during the last few Threadfalls. Months later when Rillenin was born, Erlelin said the boy was N'rel's, but the Bronzerider doubted it. With his usual brashness, he told her flat out that it was more likely his father's child. The Greenrider refused to admit the possibility, so eventually he gave up fighting her and accepted Rillenin as his own.
Turns later, Rillenin was sent to Bendan Weyr as a Candidate. N'rel was glad to be rid of the brat, who was acting more and more like N'tin. So it was with much reluctance that he too transferred to the ancient Weyr when a Junior Queen was nearing her first Flight. Nysqualith did not win that Flight, and since the pair did not care for the political atmosphere, they tried to return to Fort only to be told they would be needed more at Rainbow Mists.
As a boy he often repaired riding straps and gear for riders who were injured. After Thread stopped falling he found himself working more and more with leathers to pass the time. It became like his Threadfighting, a task to be focused on until mastered. He even started selling a few pieces to other riders. His own saddle is made with thin strips woven together in an intricate design. The straps look more like a tightly twisted rope than leather. Leatherwork is the only thing that he can say he is truely proud of, aside from Nysqualith, of coarse!
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Nysqualith
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 26 Turns
Dragon's Color: Bronze #8F6B00
Dragon's Appearance: Nysqualith has reached an average 37 feet in length. His only Threadscores are on his hind right leg, which are really the only marks on his dark bronze hide. Some of the other dragonets liked to poke fun at him as a Weyrling; his hide is such a dark bronze that at times he almost looks like an overgrown metallic brown.
Dragon's Personality: The Bronze is very polite, and very thoughtful of others. N'rel's complete opposite. At first the two couldn't quite settle into a working relationship. It wasn't until Nysqualith was full grown that something finally clicked into place, and they stopped trying to change one another. They still like to disagree, but a compromise is reached before feelings are hurt.
Dragon's History: He was Hatched at Fort Weyr from the last oversized clutch of the Senior pair: Gold Vierth and Bronze Brixith. He enjoyed fighting Thread for just about 4 Turns before it ended. He's not really one for participating in many Flights, so he has only caught a few Greens, and has never sired a clutch.
Pronunciation: Neh-rell & Ni-squall-ith
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Turnday: 37.04.14
Weyr: RMW, formerly Fort
Rank: Dragonrider
Family: N'tin, rider of Midnight Locheth (father, deceased); Jielle, weyrfolk (mother, Fort Hold); many, many half siblings (most unknown to him); Rillenin soon-to-be RMW Candidate (son...?)
Weyrmate: None
Friends: Not exactly the friend making type, but he doesn't mind D'gan
Pets: None
Appearance:
(PB: Jeffrey Dean Morgan)
Most days his sleepy hazel eyes and pale skin make him appear tired all the time. When sleep is actually missed, he looks like he's on his death bed. No matter how much he brushes it, his dark brown hair maintains the 'just rolled out of bed' curls and waves. The grey hairs that have started to peek out really complete the look. Despite the less than perky appearance, he is actually pretty attractive, though he never takes advantage of it. Mostly because he never feels certain that a woman he may be interested in isn't his half sister. At 6'3", his almost burly frame creates a bit of an intimidating presence, until one notices the bed head, 5 o'candlemark shadow, and sleepy expression that might as well be painted on his face.
Personality: Diplomacy is not his thing. He pretty much fails at even being polite in any of his interactions. When around people he doesn't know, N'rel tries to not say anything. He won't sugar coat his words so he has found being a Bronzerider rather difficult. It also doesn't help that he can't read very well. He would much rather get out and do something anyway, rather than sitting around talking about it, or sending messages back and forth via those sharding filtters. He does remain very focused on a task, and won't leave it incomplete. His and Nysqualith's fighting skills are a perfect example of his dedication; the pair hardly slept during the first few sevendays they joined the Wings to fight Thread. N'rel demanded countless candlemarks of practice that filled their every waking moment until they both felt satisfied with the results. It may have just been that they only fought Thread for a few Turns before it ended, but N'rel believes the training is what kept them from getting badly Threadscored more than twice.
History: Born and raised at Fort Weyr, Naarelle did not meet his father until he was Searched by the Midnightrider at a Gather during his 14th Turn. No clutches would be warming on Fort's sands for awhile, so he excitedly called out to his mother nearby to share the good news. When Jielle turned and locked eyes with the rider, her face had gone pale and she quickly stormed away without a word. N'tin watched her retreat, then looked down at the boy, his son, who looked torn between running after her and leaving immediately for the chance to Impress. "Guess that'd be one of my Fort gals. Your mum must be Jielle then?" He laughed, didn't wait for a reply, and didn't elaborate, "Don't mind her, you'll get a chance to hear the stories later! C'mon then!"
When he did hear the stories, he learned that Jielle had thought she could get N'tin to settle down with her at Fort. That, of coarse, was not the case. Shortly after Naarelle was born, N'tin transferred away and did not bother to take Naarelle, his mother, or any of the other children he had fathered with him (though none of the other women had wanted to ensnare the Midnightrider for more than a few nights anyway). Devastated, Jielle had pretty much left Naarelle to be raised by the Weyr, only visiting him from the Hold once in awhile. Even though he didn't spend much time with her, he quickly adopted her rude attitude, though he lacked the bitter feelings behind it.
While at his father's newest Weyr, he did not Impress, and did not enjoy getting to know his father. When a clutch was finally laid at Fort, he was allowed to return, and shortly after Impressed Nysqualith. It was a surprise to all except N'rel, who knew instantly that the Bronze was clearly his complete opposite. A natural match, though their road to a functional bond was a rocky one.
A few Turns after Nysqualith had grown, Threadfall was coming to an end. N'rel allowed himself an extra glass of wine one evening, feeling rather lost after the realization that without Thread to battle, life was going to be very different. Foggy headed, he didn't quite have the presence of mind to prevent Nysqualith from chasing Green Areth, whose rider had been following him around ever since the Green had reached maturity. He also didn't realize that the Midnight who lost the Flight belonged to his father. Not until days later when he bumped into N'tin who had transferred back to Fort to fill in during the last few Threadfalls. Months later when Rillenin was born, Erlelin said the boy was N'rel's, but the Bronzerider doubted it. With his usual brashness, he told her flat out that it was more likely his father's child. The Greenrider refused to admit the possibility, so eventually he gave up fighting her and accepted Rillenin as his own.
Turns later, Rillenin was sent to Bendan Weyr as a Candidate. N'rel was glad to be rid of the brat, who was acting more and more like N'tin. So it was with much reluctance that he too transferred to the ancient Weyr when a Junior Queen was nearing her first Flight. Nysqualith did not win that Flight, and since the pair did not care for the political atmosphere, they tried to return to Fort only to be told they would be needed more at Rainbow Mists.
As a boy he often repaired riding straps and gear for riders who were injured. After Thread stopped falling he found himself working more and more with leathers to pass the time. It became like his Threadfighting, a task to be focused on until mastered. He even started selling a few pieces to other riders. His own saddle is made with thin strips woven together in an intricate design. The straps look more like a tightly twisted rope than leather. Leatherwork is the only thing that he can say he is truely proud of, aside from Nysqualith, of coarse!
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Nysqualith
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 26 Turns
Dragon's Color: Bronze #8F6B00
Dragon's Appearance: Nysqualith has reached an average 37 feet in length. His only Threadscores are on his hind right leg, which are really the only marks on his dark bronze hide. Some of the other dragonets liked to poke fun at him as a Weyrling; his hide is such a dark bronze that at times he almost looks like an overgrown metallic brown.
Dragon's Personality: The Bronze is very polite, and very thoughtful of others. N'rel's complete opposite. At first the two couldn't quite settle into a working relationship. It wasn't until Nysqualith was full grown that something finally clicked into place, and they stopped trying to change one another. They still like to disagree, but a compromise is reached before feelings are hurt.
Dragon's History: He was Hatched at Fort Weyr from the last oversized clutch of the Senior pair: Gold Vierth and Bronze Brixith. He enjoyed fighting Thread for just about 4 Turns before it ended. He's not really one for participating in many Flights, so he has only caught a few Greens, and has never sired a clutch.
