Post by Terayne on Nov 3, 2012 21:54:12 GMT -8
Name: M'iren Adefele
Pronunciation Meer-ehn Ah-deh-fehl
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: Darkbluerider
Weyr: ISW
Pet(s):
Brown Fire-Lizard Cliff- A deep rich brown, almost bronze brown in hue, with darker streaking on his flanks and wings. He's a smaller Brown, not overly impressive in size, but is sweet and loyal, with a streak of playfulness that makes him irresistable to some females.
Darkblue Fire-Lizard- A small, strangely delicate little beast, who is very shy and nervous about people. His dark hide is a rich navy in shading, and limmned with gray, as well as a mottling of the shading on his feet and shoulders. He is a handsome beast despite his size, and loyal to his Mine.
Family
Mother: Journeywoman Weaver Shayra
Father: Musher Dafelle
Others: None Known
Appearance
Standing at six feet even, he is slightly above average height for a male of his age, and is slender and wirey, with pale skin that has only the faintest traces of gold to it. Soft, white blonde hair falls in waves to his shoulders, and is paired with intense, pale green eyes that hold darker flecks of green to them as well. He favors browns and grays in his clothing, all of which is edged in either fur or down for warmth in the cold of the Northern region.
Personality
Moiren comes across as cold, with a razor-sharp tongue and a sarcastic and slightly morbid sense of humor. However, he also seems to have a sixth sense about certain things, and can instinctively feel when something is not right where those things(or sometimes people) are concerned. Under his cold exterior hides a vulnerable and fun-loving man who fears being hurt as he has in the past, a man who is really very sweet and loves to lavish gifts on his friends.
Storith is his life, and, if one was to ask him, his reply will be that the Darkblue SAVED his life, that he somehow prevented his would be Copper mother from actually hitting when she struck at M'iren. He's not SURE of this, but he believes it anyways, and nothing can change his opinion of it. In fact, this stubborn young male is very hard to sway on anything if he truly believes something to be so, and convincing him can take hours, or even days(one case took his mother a good two WEEKS).
So far as those of the fairer sex are concerned, he is more apt to clam up when they come around than open up, and is not very subtle about his lack of interest. It's not that he prefers those of his own gender, he just doesn't care enough to worry about it, and can be almost brutal in his ways of letting a woman know he ISN'T interested if she gets too pushy about it.
History
The only known child of an admittedly not very faithful musher, Moiren was born in the middle of a winter storm, and only the swift intervention of a talented Healer kept him alive, for he was born with his cord wrapped about his neck. The incident caused his mother to baby him somewhat when he was a young child, leading him to be rather naive about certain things where people were concerned. However, as he aged, that naivete' was tested in a severe way.
At fifteen he was mushing with an older driver when a winter storm drove them to hide in a cave. During the time they were in there, something happened that caused Moiren to emerge alone, covered in blood, most not his own, and with a haunted, cold look in his once laughing eyes. No one knows what happened, but some speculate that the elder driver-who was known for a love of young men-tried to accost him, and was slain when Moiren defended himself. Another incident also occurred that same Turn for the young Musher, one much more strange and life-changing than the first.
The summer months had come on, and he was out testing out some new, young dogs when the animals suddenly went ballistic, causing the sled to tip as they struggled to go against his driving. It righted itself after dumping the young man, and the dogs took off, leaving him stranded before an ice cave, from whence was coming the oddest wheezing noise. Something compelled him inside, and he found himself confronted with a Copper, covered in ichor and struggling to breath through a windpipe that had been viciously slashed. Her first reaction was to snap at him, to drive him away, but he stood his ground, and her weakness prevented any further attempt. She died before anything could be revealed to the confused man, but a pathetic cheeping noise from inside the coil of the Copper's tail drove him forwards, to find a small dragonling struggling out of its egg, the shell stained with ichor, quite obviously not the youngling's, for it was strong and healthy, grumbling as it was unable to free itself from the confines of the shell.
He aided the little Darkblue male, and ended up also Impressing to him, making him M'iren, his dragon little Storith. The pair hailed the next musher to come that course, three days later, food being found in the cave, obviously gathered by the Copper caretaker for the Hatchling, and were returned to M'iren's home, much to his parents' shock. Neither expected their son to be alive, much less to bring home a DRAGON after all. It was immediately decided he had to go to the Weyr for his and Storith's safety, for there was no way to reliably feed, train and care for the young dragonet in the Musher's encampment.
And so he was brought to Ice Stone, a strange rider with a strange story, and trained by those of the Weyr until his dragon was able to graduate to full status. He is now a Wingrider, as well as a scout, watching out for things that could cause problems for the admittedly on edge Ice Stone Weyr.
Dragon's Info
Name: Storith
Age: 3 Turns
Gender: Male
Hue: Darkblue
Parentage: Unknown(Found under the care of a Copper)
Appearance: A rich, navy in hue, with slightly grayish tones to it, he is muscular and sleek, just bulky enough to not be mistaken for anything but what he is. At 25 feet, he's about average for his hue's size range, with long wings, slightly marred with grayer tones, and a whiplike tail that is usually still, only moving when he is flying or deeply thinking.
Personality: Storith is a dark edged soul, with just enough playfulness to edge out what could potentially be a dangerous thinker. He likes to hide what he's thinking, even from his rider, being a private individual at heart, although if his temper is riled he will display it, though usually only in small ways. He is level-headed, but if he gets bored, he starts making things up, and M'iren has been known to abruptly hide a snort of laughter at times from some comment or other made by the dragon, usually at someone else's expense. He is a loyal creature though, and to mess with M'iren is to risk a very protective Storith showing up(assuming he can fit) and doing something about it.
Pronunciation Meer-ehn Ah-deh-fehl
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: Darkbluerider
Weyr: ISW
Pet(s):
Brown Fire-Lizard Cliff- A deep rich brown, almost bronze brown in hue, with darker streaking on his flanks and wings. He's a smaller Brown, not overly impressive in size, but is sweet and loyal, with a streak of playfulness that makes him irresistable to some females.
Darkblue Fire-Lizard- A small, strangely delicate little beast, who is very shy and nervous about people. His dark hide is a rich navy in shading, and limmned with gray, as well as a mottling of the shading on his feet and shoulders. He is a handsome beast despite his size, and loyal to his Mine.
Family
Mother: Journeywoman Weaver Shayra
Father: Musher Dafelle
Others: None Known
Appearance
Standing at six feet even, he is slightly above average height for a male of his age, and is slender and wirey, with pale skin that has only the faintest traces of gold to it. Soft, white blonde hair falls in waves to his shoulders, and is paired with intense, pale green eyes that hold darker flecks of green to them as well. He favors browns and grays in his clothing, all of which is edged in either fur or down for warmth in the cold of the Northern region.
Personality
Moiren comes across as cold, with a razor-sharp tongue and a sarcastic and slightly morbid sense of humor. However, he also seems to have a sixth sense about certain things, and can instinctively feel when something is not right where those things(or sometimes people) are concerned. Under his cold exterior hides a vulnerable and fun-loving man who fears being hurt as he has in the past, a man who is really very sweet and loves to lavish gifts on his friends.
Storith is his life, and, if one was to ask him, his reply will be that the Darkblue SAVED his life, that he somehow prevented his would be Copper mother from actually hitting when she struck at M'iren. He's not SURE of this, but he believes it anyways, and nothing can change his opinion of it. In fact, this stubborn young male is very hard to sway on anything if he truly believes something to be so, and convincing him can take hours, or even days(one case took his mother a good two WEEKS).
So far as those of the fairer sex are concerned, he is more apt to clam up when they come around than open up, and is not very subtle about his lack of interest. It's not that he prefers those of his own gender, he just doesn't care enough to worry about it, and can be almost brutal in his ways of letting a woman know he ISN'T interested if she gets too pushy about it.
History
The only known child of an admittedly not very faithful musher, Moiren was born in the middle of a winter storm, and only the swift intervention of a talented Healer kept him alive, for he was born with his cord wrapped about his neck. The incident caused his mother to baby him somewhat when he was a young child, leading him to be rather naive about certain things where people were concerned. However, as he aged, that naivete' was tested in a severe way.
At fifteen he was mushing with an older driver when a winter storm drove them to hide in a cave. During the time they were in there, something happened that caused Moiren to emerge alone, covered in blood, most not his own, and with a haunted, cold look in his once laughing eyes. No one knows what happened, but some speculate that the elder driver-who was known for a love of young men-tried to accost him, and was slain when Moiren defended himself. Another incident also occurred that same Turn for the young Musher, one much more strange and life-changing than the first.
The summer months had come on, and he was out testing out some new, young dogs when the animals suddenly went ballistic, causing the sled to tip as they struggled to go against his driving. It righted itself after dumping the young man, and the dogs took off, leaving him stranded before an ice cave, from whence was coming the oddest wheezing noise. Something compelled him inside, and he found himself confronted with a Copper, covered in ichor and struggling to breath through a windpipe that had been viciously slashed. Her first reaction was to snap at him, to drive him away, but he stood his ground, and her weakness prevented any further attempt. She died before anything could be revealed to the confused man, but a pathetic cheeping noise from inside the coil of the Copper's tail drove him forwards, to find a small dragonling struggling out of its egg, the shell stained with ichor, quite obviously not the youngling's, for it was strong and healthy, grumbling as it was unable to free itself from the confines of the shell.
He aided the little Darkblue male, and ended up also Impressing to him, making him M'iren, his dragon little Storith. The pair hailed the next musher to come that course, three days later, food being found in the cave, obviously gathered by the Copper caretaker for the Hatchling, and were returned to M'iren's home, much to his parents' shock. Neither expected their son to be alive, much less to bring home a DRAGON after all. It was immediately decided he had to go to the Weyr for his and Storith's safety, for there was no way to reliably feed, train and care for the young dragonet in the Musher's encampment.
And so he was brought to Ice Stone, a strange rider with a strange story, and trained by those of the Weyr until his dragon was able to graduate to full status. He is now a Wingrider, as well as a scout, watching out for things that could cause problems for the admittedly on edge Ice Stone Weyr.
Dragon's Info
Name: Storith
Age: 3 Turns
Gender: Male
Hue: Darkblue
Parentage: Unknown(Found under the care of a Copper)
Appearance: A rich, navy in hue, with slightly grayish tones to it, he is muscular and sleek, just bulky enough to not be mistaken for anything but what he is. At 25 feet, he's about average for his hue's size range, with long wings, slightly marred with grayer tones, and a whiplike tail that is usually still, only moving when he is flying or deeply thinking.
Personality: Storith is a dark edged soul, with just enough playfulness to edge out what could potentially be a dangerous thinker. He likes to hide what he's thinking, even from his rider, being a private individual at heart, although if his temper is riled he will display it, though usually only in small ways. He is level-headed, but if he gets bored, he starts making things up, and M'iren has been known to abruptly hide a snort of laughter at times from some comment or other made by the dragon, usually at someone else's expense. He is a loyal creature though, and to mess with M'iren is to risk a very protective Storith showing up(assuming he can fit) and doing something about it.
