Post by Kitty on Mar 20, 2015 23:06:07 GMT -8
Name: T’lok (Tahelok)
Pronunciation: T-lock (Tah-hey-lock)
Gender:Male
Age: 21 turns
Turnday:55.13.21 (I think? For January 4th?)
Weyr:Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank:Dragon Rider
Family:Father: Raden Dadar (Deceased), Mother: Layla Dadar (Deceased), Uncle: Bastion Dadar (48, Master Beastcrafter)
Weyrmate: None as of yet.
Friends: None close.
Pets: No pets.
Appearance: T’lok is a rather tall young man, standing at a height of 6’2”. He will not grow any more in height, but may yet fill out some. Then again perhaps not… He weighs right around 135 pounds being very slender indeed. His muscles tend to be very small and wiry, quite athletic but not in the least bit bulky. This is the only saving grace for the dragon that has chosen to make him her own. He has short chocolate brown hair and some of the coldest glacial blue eyes that you may come across. Yet for the right person they tend to thaw some. He is rather unmarred by scars of any sort, but typically sports some bruise, scratch or other, tending to be hands on in things rather than watching from a safe distance. Yet he is always careful enough that lasting damage typically doesn’t ensue, not that he’d shy away from it for that reason. He walks with a bit of a heavy step, not paying much mind to being light-footed or careful. He really doesn’t give a darn if people know he’s coming or not.
T’lok tends to dress rather casually, in clothes that he’s comfortable in. Light colored fabrics to keep him cool, and he values functionality over fashion any day. He is rarely seen without hisbroad brimmed, tan colored hat (resembling a ‘cowboy hat’), even though he has long left his life in the Rolling Hills Hold.
Personality: T’lok is rather rough around the edges. Not alot is known about him as he tends to keep to himself more often than not. He’s not the most social bird around to be sure. Notto say he’s mean… Not really. He doesn’t go out of his way to be so in any case. Sometimes he can come off rather uncaring and cold, but in reality he has simply distanced himself. He doesn’treally care for many people to get close to him… Then again he doesn’t really find that he cares either way, but it would be quite a bit of work for the other person.
T’lok is very laid back and calm in demeanor. Not much gets him riled. He can often project a very calming influence should he care to, and between his calm nature and quick tongue, he can typically diffuse a situation before it gets physical. T’lok is quiet in speech, though certainly not silent. Sometimes he’s a little hard to understand between the slight growl that his tone often takes, and the southern drawl that lays rather thick upon his words. He talks low and quiet, although if you take the time to listen, he often has something profound to say. He doesn’t often waste words and would rather listen before speaking his own mind any day. He is, above all, an observer.
T’lok really isn’t expected to impress, and is one who many think would age out, but there is certainly a dragonet out there that wants him and will have him even if it’s taking him pitching a fit all the way. T’lok is very justice minded. If he sees a situation of a strong one picking on a weaker one, he will typically step in. Now, he is no knight in shining armor, but he will not typically allow things like that to happen with him around. He’s got a bit of a gentlemanly streak, even if he doesn’t typically go out of his way to do so. He won’t hesitate to hold a door, or allow a lady to go first as long as he doesn’t have to go out of his way to do so. It is one thing that is second nature to him. There are sure to be some who don't appreciate that about him, but that doesn’t seem to stop him. He doesn’t see them as inferior in the least, but he often has a reflex to help.
History: T’lok was born and raised in Rolling Hills Hold. His mother was a Weaver, and father was a Herdsman. But he really didn’t know his mother in the least. She lost her life in childbirth with him. His father raised him until he was 15 turns of age. At that point, just days before Tahelok was searched out and brought to the Weyr for consideration by the dragons, he was killed in a stampeding accident.
With the death of both his parents, Tahelok went to live with his uncle, who also was a Beastcrafter by trade. At this point he was still an Apprentice Beastercrafter himself, and yet he was learning quickly. Butbefore too long with his uncle, he was searched and brought to the Weyr that was to become his home.
Upon coming to the Weyr,Tahelok set himself apart from the others. He refused to make deep connections with the other candidates, and refused to allow anyone to get too close to him. He was secretly afraid that he was somehow cursed and that anyone who got too close to him woulddie. This frightened him deeply, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud. He distanced himself even from his roommates in the barracks. No one really questioned or tried too hard to force him to be different. Those who tried were met with a stony exterior and strong will to where they soon gave up and moved on.
Turn after turn, Tahelok was left standing. This really didn’t bother him any as he had mixed feelings about finding his lifemate. The search-rider had seen something in him, seeing him as worth finding a life-partner in a dragon, but Tahelok himself didn’t see it. But he would stand again and again. This was fine by him. He seemed to have a permanent residence in the Candidate barracks and tended to be a silent watchman, quietly helping to keep order, especially among the younger candidates… When he cared to thatis.
Finally the hatching has come where Tahelok was to find his one and only… It was a surprising match up, and surely not one that any expected. But he found his other half, the rest of his heart, and his beloved one in little Lizeth, a small white dragon. An unlikely pairing, and one he resisted with all his being, but it was decided. Little Lizeth would have none other but this rough around the edges, older candidate, for her own. And in reality T’lok needed her too. He still lives in fear that one day his Lizeth will be taken from him like his family before her, but until that day, he will love, cherish, and protect her at all costs.
Adoption?: I wouldn’t be opposed if he’s needed and I mysteriously disappear.
Dragon's Name: Lizeth
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 17 months old
Dragon's Color: White
Dragon's Appearance: Lizeth is a lovely little lady. She is quite a bit dwarfed by the rest of her hatchmates, but that doesn’t seem to bother her a bit. She is into everything with her curious nature, but knows when to hang back, usually at her own’s urging. At her adult size, she will reach 14 feet in length. Her hide is a lovely pure white mirroring the soul within.
Dragon's Personality: Lizeth is one of the sweetest young dragons you’ll meet. She loves everyone and has a playful streak a mile wide. She’s very childlike and this is likely to continue on into her adult-dragon life. She’s curious and intrigued by the world around her and often asks simple questions of her Mine, enough to drive the poor man crazy. She wants to know everything there is to know, and yet it is wondered if her mind truly comprehends the deeper things in life. Then again at the strangest times she will let loose some tidbit or comment that blows many (including her Mine) away. She finds humor in nigh everything, and is hard put to take very many things seriously. Optimism is strong in this young dragon, and she would prefer to see the good in everyone and every situation. She is very naive and often looks to her Mine for guidance and his wisdom in most situations. She loves her siblings, mother, and father dearly, but none can hold a candle to her ‘Mine’, not even her lovely Azure sister whom she adores to this day.
Dragon's History: Lizeth was born to Rainbow Orikaeth and Cloud Quiorith. She was born in Rainbow Msts Weyr and grew up her short lifetime here in the Weyr. Shortly after hatching, she impressed to her T’lok, her beloved forever. Together they have made it through Weyrling training, and have recently come to stand as a full dragon and rider pair of the Weyr.
Role play sample: ‘Impression response’
It had been turns since Tahelok had come to the Weyr. He too was starting to lose hope that he would every find his lifemate upon the sands. At 20 turns of age, next turn would mark his last chance and he would age out of impression. This began to weigh heavily on his mind, no matter how much he tried to block it out and tell himself he didn’t care. Yet he figured it was for the better. If he aged out, then he wouldn’t really be disappointing anyone by being a quitter, and he wouldn’t end up hurting one of these innocent beings with his irrational feelings that his touch on their life caused death. But then again… Fate is a funny and fickle thing, and it had other ideas…
Today was to be the day… He stood at the latest hatching and had watched the proceedings with a silent interest but not really taken much part in them up to this point except to avoid a thrashing tail or set of claws. There had been some feisty dragonets this go-round and he certainly had doubted any of them would choose him. Then again that black… He chuckled a little, not thinking he’d mind taking on that spit-fire of a dragon. But the black was not to be his. He watched in silence instead as dragonet after dragonet found their own.
They were down to two last dragons on the sands. Two females… One a queenly Azure, and one a lovely little White. Well… There goes another hatching. No way either of the two females would choose him when there were still female candidates to be chosen from. And thus as the Azure cleaned her little sister, he allowed himself to all but check out. It was the same song and dance, he was to be left standing… Again. Yet… Just when he had given up all hope for this bunch, he felt a soft prod at his mind, and then a surge of excitement, adoration, and love. Mine... I am your Lizeth. Let's go play and have fun! He looked down with raised eyebrows as he beheld the tiny being rolling in the sand before him. If it was in his nature, he could have laughed out loud, but instead hesaid nothing for many moments. No 'lil one… Surely yeh make a mistake… Choose another, there are many others bet'r suit'd for yer sweet self. His thoughts were broadcasted rather loud and clear, a sadness tainting them… A sadness that the tiny white dragonet didn’t understand. She tilted her head a little and then shook her head gently. T’lok mine… I want no other. You are mine and I am yours… Forever and always. Doesn’t this make you happy? She looked ever so confused and sat up looking tentatively and uncertain. Not of her choice, but as to whether he would accept her.
T’lok suddenly felt a surge of emotion rise in his chest and he dropped to his knees before the little one, feeling her worm her way right into his heart with no problem. “Oh Lizeth… O’course it makes me happy…”He drawled softly to her, reaching out to gently touch her head. “Ah jus’ never expected to…” He fell silent and just stroked her head gently for a brief second. She crooned softly to him before jumping back to her feet. I’m so glad to hear that! We will have so much fun together! I promise, it will be great! But… First… I need food. The little dragonet looked almost embarrassed and T’lok could have kicked himself. He jumped up to his feet, careful not to harm the little one. “O’course. Let’s git yeh somethin’ teh eat…” And with that he walked off the sands with the little white trotting at his side the two to become one despite T’lok’s continued uncertainties and hesitance.
(Ok so come the end of writing this bio I started to fade a bit, so please let me know if anything needs fixed and such. <3 )
