Post by Breeze on Jan 11, 2014 1:03:41 GMT -8
Name: F'ri Medlock (Previously Fedri (fee-dri))
Pronunciation: Fuh-ree Med-lock
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Turnday: 57.05.20
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Family: Finbar Medlock (Father, miner, 43) Lucretia Medlock (Mother, deceased) Sanna Medlock (Stepmother, 34), Three younger half-siblings (2 girls (Fianna, 16, Sanba, 14 and one boy-Tobiah, 5)
Friends: None as of yet
Pets: None
Appearance: F'ri isn’t what one would call muscular, by any means, however he’s not lacking muscle either—he simply exists in a middle state where most definition is hidden by clothing. While he barely tops 5’1”, he often appears taller due to impeccable posture. F'ri has dark brown hair that has a slight curl to it which he finds unmanageable if it grows to a length beyond his ears, therefore it usually has no style and is left to its own devices, and pale skin that generally tans if he spends time in the sun and warmth. He has dark blue eyes that could never harden enough to form a convincing glare, and a mouth that is almost always in a friendly—if timid—smile. F'ri is all about layering his clothing—if you’re already wearing one tunic, why not put another one on? Better yet, put both tunics on, maybe a long shirt underneath them, and then put a jacket over the top of all of them! He doesn’t really care if he looks odd, at least he’s warm.
Personality: F'ri couldn’t hurt a fly, even if that fly was continuously hitting his head with a giant stick that it somehow managed to carry. It’s simply not in him to be violent, and he tends to ignore the violent and bad parts of other people as well. He’s generally soft spoken, preferring not to start conversations due to a feeling that he would be bothering people, however he will strike up a conversation if he notices that someone is alone, or feeling uneasy with their current situation. However, that all goes away when he is involved with his music, although afterwards he will deny that he was any good if anyone asked him point blank how he thought he did. F'ri can’t stand Klah, and when he drinks it to keep warm he usually drowns it in sweetener, and when sweetener isn’t an option he has the look of a displeased feline the entire time he is drinking it. He loves sweet things, and despite the cold he also loves to watch the snow—however he only likes the perfection of the look of fresh fallen snow, the ruined beauty of foot prints tracked this way and that annoys him to no end, even though he never lets anyone know this fact.
History: F'ri was born in the dark of night at Dragon Ridge Hold on 57.05.20, a little more than two sevendays before he was meant to enter the world. While he lived to see the light of day, his mother did not. His father, Finbar, has blamed him for her death ever since, and he has accepted that blame and thinks it himself. He looks like his mother though, and from a young age he clung to stories that anyone would tell him of her, choosing to live his life in a way that he thought would make her happy and always seeing the good in everything. His father remarried rather quickly after his mother’s death, and while Sanna didn’t necessarily like F'ri she took care of him. Even if that care was the least possible care that she could scrounge up, and he was completely pushed to the side when he was around two and she had her own child. From then on the Harperwoman Parthenia took an interest in making sure that F'ri got all that he needed to survive.
When F'ri learned that he was quite inept at mining, Parthenia took him on as an apprentice and taught him all she knew. Surprised at the tenor voice that came from the young lad she suggested that he make the travel to the Harperhall for further training, however he turned the opportunity down. Despite the fact that he loved music, he loved his family more, and felt like if he left Finbar and Sanna would somehow not be able to pick up the slack from his absence in taking care of the children. Fedri, above all, was a family man through and through, and would never do anything that might have a chance of harming his younger siblings.
He was constantly teased about his height ever since the other boys in the hold started to shoot up and he didn’t, and when he finally did grow it wasn’t much. F'ri’s self-esteem was thoroughly wrecked, his prospects in life for a family were very slim if what the other boys said was true, after all what girl would ever like someone who was shorter than them? It took him quite a while to get over his height, and most of his help getting over it came from Parthenia, who told him that he would only ever be as small as other made him seem, and that if he simply stood tall and didn’t let other people dictate how his life should be then his actual height wouldn’t matter.
When F'ri was searched, he almost completely turned the opportunity down. It was the words of his youngest sibling—his five year old brother, Tobiah—that made him make the decision to go. Tobiah told him that maybe if F'ri went with the dragon people that he would grow taller, granted it was said in much fewer words, but it was the thought that mattered, and F'ri accepted the offer, hoping to make the best of what he could get, even if he never impressed.
Then he impressed Esheth shortly after his arrival to the Weyr. Having a dragon in his life had certainly changed the way he did things, and not in a bad way. It was just different and he would have to adjust. Having a female dragon is a bit troublesome for him, although he tries not to let Esheth onto that fact. He's never been quite good with dealing with women, and a female dragon is no different in his mind. He constantly worries that if he does something wrong he will offend the formal Aurora, and doesn't necessarily know how he feels about having a spectator to his thoughts.
Adoption?: No
Dragon
Name: Esheth
Gender: Female
Color: Aurora (f)
Age: Born 76.1.22 (roughly five months)
Appearance: Esheth's hide is composed of two different shades of green, and one shade of blue. The blue is primarily on her main body, near the center, with the brighter green gradually appearing around the edges, and then the more subtle green filling in the rest and smudging everything together in a pleasing gradient. She will grow to be thirty feet in total, but right now she is roughly 12 feet long. She has the average compact body of an Aurora.
Personality: Esheth is an extremely formal creature. She dislikes nicknames of any kind, but loves calling people by their titles and the like. She hates strife of any sort, and will often keep her opinions to herself rather than get into an argument. Esheth can be somewhat clumsy, not being the most dexterous lady. However, she is an incredibly sturdy creature, and has an impressive endurance. Join this with her lack of desire to complain means that she can continue far after others are worn out. With a little practice her lack of dexterity won’t matter so much, and will make a fine addition to any wing.
History: Esheth hatched early in the morning on 76.1.22 from Ice Temperanth and Cloud Brignith, emerging from the world due to a chain reaction caused by her DarkBlue brother Wontroth. As her hatching mates began to fight, she took the opportunity to scramble out of the way, shifting until she arrived at the section of male candidates. She stopped halfway in the line however, before moving back towards the front quickly to look at each one critically, thinking that one of them might be the one that she was looking for. She continued until she stopped in front of Fedri, digging her claws into the hot sands nervously as she sought the exact right words for what she was wanting to say. "[smear:4c9693]Greeting F’ri, my rider. I am Esheth, and I am most [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790]pleased to make your acquaintance.[/smear:219462] She bowed her head slightly before continuing. [smear:4c9693]Would you be opposed to[/smear:33d790][smear:33d790]getting me some food?[/smear:219462][smear:219462]I am quite hungry.[/smear:4c9693]" From there one she and F'ri were one.
She met the Weyrwoman and her interesting little fire lizard during the hatching feast, finding the creatures fascinating, although she was mortified at her lack of manners for directly moving up to the Weyrwoman without a good cause.
Hex: 4c9693 33d790 219462
Adult Length: 30 Feet
Pronunciation: Fuh-ree Med-lock
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Turnday: 57.05.20
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Family: Finbar Medlock (Father, miner, 43) Lucretia Medlock (Mother, deceased) Sanna Medlock (Stepmother, 34), Three younger half-siblings (2 girls (Fianna, 16, Sanba, 14 and one boy-Tobiah, 5)
Friends: None as of yet
Pets: None
Appearance: F'ri isn’t what one would call muscular, by any means, however he’s not lacking muscle either—he simply exists in a middle state where most definition is hidden by clothing. While he barely tops 5’1”, he often appears taller due to impeccable posture. F'ri has dark brown hair that has a slight curl to it which he finds unmanageable if it grows to a length beyond his ears, therefore it usually has no style and is left to its own devices, and pale skin that generally tans if he spends time in the sun and warmth. He has dark blue eyes that could never harden enough to form a convincing glare, and a mouth that is almost always in a friendly—if timid—smile. F'ri is all about layering his clothing—if you’re already wearing one tunic, why not put another one on? Better yet, put both tunics on, maybe a long shirt underneath them, and then put a jacket over the top of all of them! He doesn’t really care if he looks odd, at least he’s warm.
Personality: F'ri couldn’t hurt a fly, even if that fly was continuously hitting his head with a giant stick that it somehow managed to carry. It’s simply not in him to be violent, and he tends to ignore the violent and bad parts of other people as well. He’s generally soft spoken, preferring not to start conversations due to a feeling that he would be bothering people, however he will strike up a conversation if he notices that someone is alone, or feeling uneasy with their current situation. However, that all goes away when he is involved with his music, although afterwards he will deny that he was any good if anyone asked him point blank how he thought he did. F'ri can’t stand Klah, and when he drinks it to keep warm he usually drowns it in sweetener, and when sweetener isn’t an option he has the look of a displeased feline the entire time he is drinking it. He loves sweet things, and despite the cold he also loves to watch the snow—however he only likes the perfection of the look of fresh fallen snow, the ruined beauty of foot prints tracked this way and that annoys him to no end, even though he never lets anyone know this fact.
History: F'ri was born in the dark of night at Dragon Ridge Hold on 57.05.20, a little more than two sevendays before he was meant to enter the world. While he lived to see the light of day, his mother did not. His father, Finbar, has blamed him for her death ever since, and he has accepted that blame and thinks it himself. He looks like his mother though, and from a young age he clung to stories that anyone would tell him of her, choosing to live his life in a way that he thought would make her happy and always seeing the good in everything. His father remarried rather quickly after his mother’s death, and while Sanna didn’t necessarily like F'ri she took care of him. Even if that care was the least possible care that she could scrounge up, and he was completely pushed to the side when he was around two and she had her own child. From then on the Harperwoman Parthenia took an interest in making sure that F'ri got all that he needed to survive.
When F'ri learned that he was quite inept at mining, Parthenia took him on as an apprentice and taught him all she knew. Surprised at the tenor voice that came from the young lad she suggested that he make the travel to the Harperhall for further training, however he turned the opportunity down. Despite the fact that he loved music, he loved his family more, and felt like if he left Finbar and Sanna would somehow not be able to pick up the slack from his absence in taking care of the children. Fedri, above all, was a family man through and through, and would never do anything that might have a chance of harming his younger siblings.
He was constantly teased about his height ever since the other boys in the hold started to shoot up and he didn’t, and when he finally did grow it wasn’t much. F'ri’s self-esteem was thoroughly wrecked, his prospects in life for a family were very slim if what the other boys said was true, after all what girl would ever like someone who was shorter than them? It took him quite a while to get over his height, and most of his help getting over it came from Parthenia, who told him that he would only ever be as small as other made him seem, and that if he simply stood tall and didn’t let other people dictate how his life should be then his actual height wouldn’t matter.
When F'ri was searched, he almost completely turned the opportunity down. It was the words of his youngest sibling—his five year old brother, Tobiah—that made him make the decision to go. Tobiah told him that maybe if F'ri went with the dragon people that he would grow taller, granted it was said in much fewer words, but it was the thought that mattered, and F'ri accepted the offer, hoping to make the best of what he could get, even if he never impressed.
Then he impressed Esheth shortly after his arrival to the Weyr. Having a dragon in his life had certainly changed the way he did things, and not in a bad way. It was just different and he would have to adjust. Having a female dragon is a bit troublesome for him, although he tries not to let Esheth onto that fact. He's never been quite good with dealing with women, and a female dragon is no different in his mind. He constantly worries that if he does something wrong he will offend the formal Aurora, and doesn't necessarily know how he feels about having a spectator to his thoughts.
Adoption?: No
Dragon
Name: Esheth
Gender: Female
Color: Aurora (f)
Age: Born 76.1.22 (roughly five months)
Appearance: Esheth's hide is composed of two different shades of green, and one shade of blue. The blue is primarily on her main body, near the center, with the brighter green gradually appearing around the edges, and then the more subtle green filling in the rest and smudging everything together in a pleasing gradient. She will grow to be thirty feet in total, but right now she is roughly 12 feet long. She has the average compact body of an Aurora.
Personality: Esheth is an extremely formal creature. She dislikes nicknames of any kind, but loves calling people by their titles and the like. She hates strife of any sort, and will often keep her opinions to herself rather than get into an argument. Esheth can be somewhat clumsy, not being the most dexterous lady. However, she is an incredibly sturdy creature, and has an impressive endurance. Join this with her lack of desire to complain means that she can continue far after others are worn out. With a little practice her lack of dexterity won’t matter so much, and will make a fine addition to any wing.
History: Esheth hatched early in the morning on 76.1.22 from Ice Temperanth and Cloud Brignith, emerging from the world due to a chain reaction caused by her DarkBlue brother Wontroth. As her hatching mates began to fight, she took the opportunity to scramble out of the way, shifting until she arrived at the section of male candidates. She stopped halfway in the line however, before moving back towards the front quickly to look at each one critically, thinking that one of them might be the one that she was looking for. She continued until she stopped in front of Fedri, digging her claws into the hot sands nervously as she sought the exact right words for what she was wanting to say. "[smear:4c9693]Greeting F’ri, my rider. I am Esheth, and I am most [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790]pleased to make your acquaintance.[/smear:219462] She bowed her head slightly before continuing. [smear:4c9693]Would you be opposed to[/smear:33d790][smear:33d790]getting me some food?[/smear:219462][smear:219462]I am quite hungry.[/smear:4c9693]" From there one she and F'ri were one.
She met the Weyrwoman and her interesting little fire lizard during the hatching feast, finding the creatures fascinating, although she was mortified at her lack of manners for directly moving up to the Weyrwoman without a good cause.
Hex: 4c9693 33d790 219462
Adult Length: 30 Feet
