Post by Darwin on Jan 30, 2019 6:33:59 GMT -8
Name: Koren Strongbow
Pronunciation: Korr-en
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Turnday: M12.D5.T3056
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 has nice tanned skin that was olive complected when he was younger, but darkened over the turns when he spent time outside. 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. Hrrrmmm… Koresk crooned at his.
"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.
Pronunciation: Korr-en
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Turnday: M12.D5.T3056
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 has nice tanned skin that was olive complected when he was younger, but darkened over the turns when he spent time outside. 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. Hrrrmmm… Koresk crooned at his.
"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.
