Post by Cait on Sept 9, 2012 20:42:24 GMT -8
Name: Dyranor Vrishna
Pronunciation: Deer-ah-nore V’RISH-nuh
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Turnday: 55.07.28
Location: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Scout, Tanner & Vrishna Clan Representative
Dragonridge Vrishna Clan:
Marula Vrishna; sister, 26, Childkeeper – circa DRH & CSH
Laddyr Vrishna; brother, 14, Shepherd - circa DRH & CSH[/ul]
Pryana Vrishna; paternal aunt, 46, Wife/Cook - circa DRH & CSH
Amaris Oneri; uncle, 52, Runnerbeast Keeper - circa DRH & CSH
Marisry Oneri; cousin {f}, 26, Wife/Childkeeper - circa DRH & CSH
Farrow Praetori; husband of cousin, 27, Hunter/Trapper - circa DRH & CSH
Saddyris Oneri; cousin {f}, 23, canine trainer & forward scout – Rainbow Mists Weyr
Mobrey Songborn-Oneri; cousin {m}, 17, Runnerbeast Assistant – Rainbow Mists Weyr[/ul]
Myrna Vrishna; paternal aunt, 42, Wife/Cook - circa DRH & CSH
Ewo Kikori; uncle, 44, Woodcrafter – circa DRH & CSH
Dyrana Vrishna; paternal aunt, 36, Seamstress - circa DRH & CSH
Hanslo Denmarrik; uncle, 40, Journeyman Weaver – circa DRH & CSH
Also holds ties to the Stormy Plains Praetori and Golden Valley Romanis Caravans
Spouse: None
Friends: A plethora of cousins
Pets:
Black-white (M, Suiauthon
Appearance: Standing at perhaps 5'9", Dyranor isn't the tallest of young men and in truth, is very nearly outgrown by several of his cousins. He is sturdily built and most certainly in shape. Like much of his family his hair is a dark brown that is close to black and he possesses a fair amount of hair in places other than on his head. He has been sporting stubble since he was thirteen and it often leads to overestimations of his age. His eyes are blue and quite striking, framed as they are by dark lashes. An active individual with a love for traditional dances, he is quite nimble on his feet. As far as preference for dressing, given his usual day’s work, he prefers pants made of a sturdy cloth or hide, a loose, often dark colors tunic and boots that are good for walking on foot for long distances.
Personality: Dyranor is…well he’s not your typical stoic leader type. He’s a bit lacking in tactfulness and prefers getting straight to the point. He can tend towards mischief if not kept on track—often starting up betting pools on things from hatchings to weather—and many of the clan elders worry that he is Dyrmar’s eldest son. Extremely proud of his heritage he tends to flaunt it a bit, wearing bright colors and in general being outlandish when in mixed company and is quick to take insult to slights on his heritage.
While he may seem like a poor excuse for the son of a second at least it can be said that he is no slacker. He does his duties when they are to be done and with great skill. It is only his ability to interact with members of traditional Pernese society that lacks. Perhaps with some more exposure to Weyr life he shall transform, though it is unlikely.
History: Born into one of the oldest clans on the Southern Continent and certainly the clan which has been maintained by a single family name for the longest, Dyranor is the first born son of the clan’s second in command—who also happens to be the son of the Leader and the heir. Early on he showed a zest for life that surprised his parents as they were both far more subdued individuals but this alacrity was encouraged.
When he reached a suitable age he began to go on short adventures with his cousins Myro and Saddyris, and eventually they became the caravan’s forward scouts. It was while acting as scout that the trio came upon a clutch of firelizard eggs in the jungles that surrounded the valley of Rainbow Mists Weyr. It was a strange and peculiar clutch in that several of the hatchlings were so very bright as to seem gaudy—even to a young caravan man—or sported mixtures of colors. His cousin Saddyris managed to find herself bonded to a ridiculously bright female firelizard with a rainbow of colors spattered over her hide while Dyranor found himself stuck with a little black and white male. Suiauthon, as he was later called for his fits of warrior rage whenever danger got too close to his much larger sister or the trio.
After his eldest sister married, Dyranor took up the craft of tanning, learning all he could from Vannec—his brother-in-law who was a Tanner—though truly he far more enjoyed his explorations than his craft. When the Weyr sent to Saddyr for consultation and help, at first it was thought that Dyranor would make a poor representative, though unbeknownst to him, his cousin Saddyris advocated for the young man and agreed to accompany him. All that Dyranor knows is that he is to act as advocate and representative to the clan and aide the Weyr in any way they deem necessary while they try and discover not only who left dead bodies in their valley, but who snuck into the weyr and killed their headwoman without much of a trace. Now at the weyr, Dyranor is already getting himself into trouble; starting betting pools on the upcoming clutch and chasing young Weyr women about with mischief in his blue eyes.
Adoption?: NPC
Dragon Preferences: Something male that suits him I suppose
