Post by Terayne on Jul 1, 2013 22:55:29 GMT -8
Name: W’ren Beretti
Pronunciation: Wren Behr-eh-tee
Gender: Male
Age: 30 Turns
Turnday: 3045.02.11
Weyr: RMW (formerly Waterfall Valley)
Rank: TigerRider
Family:
Mother: Caravan Dancer Ionya
Father: Caravan Guard Daquew
Weyrmate: None Yet
Friends: NPCs
Pets:
Silver Gera- She is a soft, almost whitish silver in hue, with tones of a darker coloring running down her neck and over her legs. Though small for a Queen, she is still very much of her rank, with all the benevolence and kindness to match, although she doesn't take kindly to being one-upped.
Appearance: He’s not a TALL man by any stretch, only 5’10” tall, but he has striking looks. Reddish gold hair like fire to his shoulders, is paired with the most beautiful cobalt eyes that sparkle with life. He is fit, not overly muscular, not painfully skinny, with more than his share of scars from his former profession and from his Weyrling Turns strewn across his richly tanned skin. He favors dark colors, in sharp contrast to his personality, although, if asked, there’s a very good reason for it. He also has a silver ring he goes nowhere without that rests on his right ring finger, though the significance of that he has yet to explain to anyone.
Personality: He is, as his former name stated, a Warrior, a fighter. He was never one for love or cutesy things, was all business and seriousness. Only once has he opened up, given of himself to another human being. Her loss almost destroyed him, and he swore he would never allow himself to feel that way, the vulnerable, again.
The love of a dragon can change anything though, and he has, to some extent, become more open and sociable, though he still tends to keep his back to walls and stay in corners so he cannot be approached from behind. He doesn’t trust those who walk in shadows, and this makes it difficult for him to deal with Whers and their Handlers, though he does respect what they can do.
History: He is a former Caravan guard who was born to the profession, son of a highly respected Guard and his constant lover. As he grew, he learned the art of fighting, of war, and it shows on his body, in the way he moves and is scarred, in how he acts. He grew up in the caravan, always on the move, and was trained in a myriad of weapons, though his true proficiency is with the longbow. He has even learned how to make them, from a former bowyer who traveled with the Caravan for a while, then left. As he aged, he never allowed himself to soften, to weaken and allow someone inside.
That changed when he met Gera. She was a lovely lady, kind and strong, and she eventually wheedled her way past his barriers, his walls, and into his heart. She was a Silversmith by trade, a journeywoman by rank, and the two of them hit it off almost immediately, despite only being young teens at the time, he fourteen and she the same. They even vowed to wed once old enough, and exchanged silver bands to cement the promise.
But it was not to be. One day, an attack came on the caravan, and Gera’s life was lost, leading Warren to go on a rampage, killing all who attacked, and almost injuring his own mother when she tried to stop him. At that point, he left the caravan, intending to take his own life so he could be with his lady again. But again he was thwarted, this time by a dragon’s beating wings. The beast insisted he come with him and his rider, and the heartbroken lad agreed, though only halfheartedly. Not expecting anything, he Stood to the Sands of Waterfall Valley Weyr, only to be Impressed by a bouncing ball of energy with a dark hide and darker stripes. A Tiger, but an odd one, coloring wise. He didn’t care though, opening himself to the little one, who gave him unconditional love and support, helping him grieve and then move on from Gera’s loss. Their training was mostly uneventful, and they got past it with nothing more than scrapes and bruises, although W’ren got his fair share of extra chores for responding inappropriately to comments aimed at his Bonded one.
He has since become a Wingleader, and a good one, but is being Transferred to Rainbow Mists Weyr due to his temperament not being one that the Weyr wants around.
Adoption?: Maybe
Dragon's Name: Farwith
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 15 Turns
Dragon's Color: Tiger
Dragon's Appearance: Farwith is a novelty among his color. His hide is an incredibly dark, reddish orange with black stripes, and brown on his back and legs. In fact, he’s so dark his stripes vanish completely in shadow. He is a large Tiger, although if one measures him, he’s only average size for his hue, roughly 39 ft. He is just very well-muscled from constant flying. He is also remarkably agile on his feet, for all of being a flying creature, although his possession of this is rather hard for him or his rider to explain. He just IS.
Dragon's Personality: Farwith is a silly beast, loving fun and joy. He is also a prankster, and his rider is frequently the butt of his pranks, as he thinks he needs ‘to lighten up and stop being so prudish’ an assessment his Mine does not agree with in the slightest. When he becomes responsible for something though, it is time to watch out, for he takes his duties seriously, and does his best not to fail them. He is a kind, chivalrous creature as well, very respectful towards his superiors, and towards females of all sizes and colors.
Dragon's History: He was born to a Golden Queen and her Bronze mate, and thought to be a Brown at first, as the Sands were not well lit at the time, it being early morning. As more light filtered in and hit him though, his true hue was revealed, as was his rank among his fellow dragons. Others of the Weyr weren’t sure though, and insisted he was merely a Brown masquerading as a King, which tended to upset his Rider, a situation Farwith could not tolerate. This led to a few squabbles with his fellow dragonlings, and punishment for them and their riders when they also got involved. For the most part though, he grew as he was supposed to, although he showed a decided lack of interest in Queens due to how they treated him. Now, however, he hopes he may have a chance at showing his true self, now they have left behind that which looked down on them and saw them only as pretenders…
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-60 Queen Flitt Egg + Choose Color
Pronunciation: Wren Behr-eh-tee
Gender: Male
Age: 30 Turns
Turnday: 3045.02.11
Weyr: RMW (formerly Waterfall Valley)
Rank: TigerRider
Family:
Mother: Caravan Dancer Ionya
Father: Caravan Guard Daquew
Weyrmate: None Yet
Friends: NPCs
Pets:
Silver Gera- She is a soft, almost whitish silver in hue, with tones of a darker coloring running down her neck and over her legs. Though small for a Queen, she is still very much of her rank, with all the benevolence and kindness to match, although she doesn't take kindly to being one-upped.
Appearance: He’s not a TALL man by any stretch, only 5’10” tall, but he has striking looks. Reddish gold hair like fire to his shoulders, is paired with the most beautiful cobalt eyes that sparkle with life. He is fit, not overly muscular, not painfully skinny, with more than his share of scars from his former profession and from his Weyrling Turns strewn across his richly tanned skin. He favors dark colors, in sharp contrast to his personality, although, if asked, there’s a very good reason for it. He also has a silver ring he goes nowhere without that rests on his right ring finger, though the significance of that he has yet to explain to anyone.
Personality: He is, as his former name stated, a Warrior, a fighter. He was never one for love or cutesy things, was all business and seriousness. Only once has he opened up, given of himself to another human being. Her loss almost destroyed him, and he swore he would never allow himself to feel that way, the vulnerable, again.
The love of a dragon can change anything though, and he has, to some extent, become more open and sociable, though he still tends to keep his back to walls and stay in corners so he cannot be approached from behind. He doesn’t trust those who walk in shadows, and this makes it difficult for him to deal with Whers and their Handlers, though he does respect what they can do.
History: He is a former Caravan guard who was born to the profession, son of a highly respected Guard and his constant lover. As he grew, he learned the art of fighting, of war, and it shows on his body, in the way he moves and is scarred, in how he acts. He grew up in the caravan, always on the move, and was trained in a myriad of weapons, though his true proficiency is with the longbow. He has even learned how to make them, from a former bowyer who traveled with the Caravan for a while, then left. As he aged, he never allowed himself to soften, to weaken and allow someone inside.
That changed when he met Gera. She was a lovely lady, kind and strong, and she eventually wheedled her way past his barriers, his walls, and into his heart. She was a Silversmith by trade, a journeywoman by rank, and the two of them hit it off almost immediately, despite only being young teens at the time, he fourteen and she the same. They even vowed to wed once old enough, and exchanged silver bands to cement the promise.
But it was not to be. One day, an attack came on the caravan, and Gera’s life was lost, leading Warren to go on a rampage, killing all who attacked, and almost injuring his own mother when she tried to stop him. At that point, he left the caravan, intending to take his own life so he could be with his lady again. But again he was thwarted, this time by a dragon’s beating wings. The beast insisted he come with him and his rider, and the heartbroken lad agreed, though only halfheartedly. Not expecting anything, he Stood to the Sands of Waterfall Valley Weyr, only to be Impressed by a bouncing ball of energy with a dark hide and darker stripes. A Tiger, but an odd one, coloring wise. He didn’t care though, opening himself to the little one, who gave him unconditional love and support, helping him grieve and then move on from Gera’s loss. Their training was mostly uneventful, and they got past it with nothing more than scrapes and bruises, although W’ren got his fair share of extra chores for responding inappropriately to comments aimed at his Bonded one.
He has since become a Wingleader, and a good one, but is being Transferred to Rainbow Mists Weyr due to his temperament not being one that the Weyr wants around.
Adoption?: Maybe
Dragon's Name: Farwith
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Dragon's Age: 15 Turns
Dragon's Color: Tiger
Dragon's Appearance: Farwith is a novelty among his color. His hide is an incredibly dark, reddish orange with black stripes, and brown on his back and legs. In fact, he’s so dark his stripes vanish completely in shadow. He is a large Tiger, although if one measures him, he’s only average size for his hue, roughly 39 ft. He is just very well-muscled from constant flying. He is also remarkably agile on his feet, for all of being a flying creature, although his possession of this is rather hard for him or his rider to explain. He just IS.
Dragon's Personality: Farwith is a silly beast, loving fun and joy. He is also a prankster, and his rider is frequently the butt of his pranks, as he thinks he needs ‘to lighten up and stop being so prudish’ an assessment his Mine does not agree with in the slightest. When he becomes responsible for something though, it is time to watch out, for he takes his duties seriously, and does his best not to fail them. He is a kind, chivalrous creature as well, very respectful towards his superiors, and towards females of all sizes and colors.
Dragon's History: He was born to a Golden Queen and her Bronze mate, and thought to be a Brown at first, as the Sands were not well lit at the time, it being early morning. As more light filtered in and hit him though, his true hue was revealed, as was his rank among his fellow dragons. Others of the Weyr weren’t sure though, and insisted he was merely a Brown masquerading as a King, which tended to upset his Rider, a situation Farwith could not tolerate. This led to a few squabbles with his fellow dragonlings, and punishment for them and their riders when they also got involved. For the most part though, he grew as he was supposed to, although he showed a decided lack of interest in Queens due to how they treated him. Now, however, he hopes he may have a chance at showing his true self, now they have left behind that which looked down on them and saw them only as pretenders…
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