Post by Lark on Dec 24, 2011 23:46:01 GMT -8
Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I knowName: A'mir *used to be Amiatre*
Pronunciation: Uh-meer
Gender: Male
Age:1819 turns
Turnday: 1st day of the 6th Month, Turn 3055
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Atiatre-Father
Nerian-Mother
Neti-Sister *middle child*
Aeriat-Brother *youngest child*
Weyrmate: N/A
Friends: Keira and Aezyth
Pets: None
Appearance:
A'mir isn't the most normal looking boy in Pern, and to be truthful he doesn't mind it. He may act shy and pretend to hate being pointed out as the "weird looking snow haired kid", but secretly he enjoys the fact that he's seen at all. At about 5 foot, 7 inches, he's not the tallest rider you'll find in the Weyr. To top that off, he's willowy with little defined muscle either, but it is there. He's lanky despite his more condensed height, and is that way because the majority of his body consists of legs, legs and more legs.
The most noticeable thing about him though, is his hair. So pale it's almost white, A'mir has a thick mop of unruly, does whatever it wants, blonde mess. In certain lighting it looks like a pale gold however, which is one of the only things that sets him apart from being, oh let's say albino. Other than his shock of white-blonde hair, A'mir has golden brown eyes. They aren't just a lighter version of klah brown, but something that would be better suited for a Sunlance's markings. A bright, honey color, they tend to stand out with his equally light hair and complexion.
That's right, the boy just has strangeness down in spades. Not only is he small and thin, almost feminine in proportions, with incredibly light hair and eye colors, but his skin is pale too. Trust when I tell you it's not because he wants it that way. Despite whatever time in the sun he takes, it tends to never tan more than a sun-kissed glow. Honestly though, most people don't want to be out in the elements exposed over at ISW anyway though, so it never has been too big of an issue.
When it comes to clothing, A'mir at least chooses options that doesn't necessarily emphasize his less than natural traits. Instead of straying to incredibly dark or incredibly pale hues, he sticks somewhere in the middle with grays and browns, occasionally blues. However, the boy has been known to wear black just when he wants to make an impression. Generally, he wears the normal clothes that are required in such a cold climate; thick boots, pants, shirts, jackets, etc.
As with anyone, A'mir does have his little quirks when it comes to moving too. The boy has a habit of putting his index finger to his lips, sometimes even lightly biting it, whenever he is nervous. He also tends to draw himself in not only emotionally, but physically whenever he is upset or nervous as well. In fact, almost any feeling he experiences can be seen, and unless he is really overwhelmed by something, it is pretty easy to understand what he is thinking. A'mir has a habit of running his hands through his hair too though, and snapping his fingers while hitting his hand whenever he is bored. He just likes to fill the silence with something.
Personality:
italics is what he is generally like now that he has been imprisoned.
A'mir is a strange boy, not just in appearance but in personality too. One might call him a closet rebel really. He will gladly go along with whatever he is told when he has to, especially when it is in front of an authoritative figure. However, as soon as he is alone, or even in the safety of his own mind, A'mir is plotting against everything he has grown up around. He refuses to be told what to do entirely, and in reality is a free spirit that can't be tamed...or so he thought.
Since his capture and imprisonment, A'mir has become skittish, feaful even, and why shouldn't he be? The boy fears everything he comes in contact with, seeing it for only the harm it can bring and refusing to trust anyone but himself and his dragonet. He knows that out there there are people that would help him, and part of him still stokes his rebellious flame because of that...it is just deep down, hidden for safety.
Normally, A'mir is arrogant and selfish, not willing to give into anyone's demands unless he absolutely has to. He wants what he wants, and he has learned plenty of ways to get it, even if it involves flirting with others. That, is not a problem, he doesn't even care about gender really. To him, anyone is better than no one, and if it gets him something he wants, well then that's just a plus.
Now though, he's can barely even think about wanting something other than freedom. It's his last hope, his last desire other than to just be with Sayurith. The boy gets depressed easily since he is often away from his dragonet, and there seems to just be a wide expanse of nothing in front of him. There is not fight anymore to win, nothing to dream of. His every hope was shattered when he was betrayed.
Somewhere though, that old personality is waiting. Occasionally when he does happen to get feisty it shows through. He can be coy even with his passive aggressive comments, and somehow it seems like he is just buying his time, waiting for someone to come along and help him again. After all, he might be prideful, but he isn't above help. He isn't all that bad or spoiled. A'mir loves children, he loves his Weyr, and he really only wants what is best for them...he just refuses to believe that what is best for them is this.
So the real A'mir, so very fragile, lies in wait, hoping that someone will come along and set him free again.
History:
A'mir is about your average Lord Holder's son. He grew up a sheltered life, primed to become the next ruler after his father passed away or perhaps if he were lucky enough, start his own minor hold. As it was, minor was a farfetched term. They were the northern most Mining Hold, not the biggest, but the holdsfolk were strong and steady. Often A'mir wondered how he, who had yes grown up spoiled, could ever truly fit in.
Either way, somehow he did and life went flying past his eyes. He was not unaware of the rumors that flew around the Hold though. For a young lad, A'mir knew much of the life outside his walls, and he knew the lore that was whispered as bedtime stories to the drudges children. He knew the story of how the Weyr came to be, and he knew how his own Hold had followed suit, a place midway between the main holds and the Weyr. He also heard the nightmare that was the Weyr War.
There was another hushed story, more of a murmer really, that went around A'mir's home. The "Unnatural Dragons". Everyone knew about them, everyone had their own opinions of them. At first it started as a whisper, something that you barely cared about. Then, as more and more "Unnatural Bonds" happened, the whispers became outrages. Before it got too bad though, A'mir had discovered a distinct lack of desire to take a side. He could not directly say that he disagreed with the new viewpoint, but he could not say that he did agree either.
Because of this, the boy often was left alone by himself. He did have one friend though, a boy that shared the same opinions A'mir did. They were close, like brothers almost. Saddly, the boy passed away when A'mir was 7 turns old. A sickness had swept through the Hold and the LifeWings brought in by ISW and the Major Holds had trouble curing it. In a last chance effort, A'mir's father forced the LifeWings and their bondeds to attend to the highest ranking folk first. This was the start of A'mir's hatred toward the elite. He despised what he was, and he vowed to change everything.
Whenever he could, A'mir would ruin his father's plans. Whether it was a simple gathering, or a shipment of goods to other Lord Holders, A'mir was there to cause mischief. Unable to punish his eldest son however, A'mir's father sent him often to the Weyr to get him out of his hair. It was here that A'mir began to love dragons and to really understand the issues at hand. He watched the hatchings, he spent time with the weyrbrats. When his father realized this was more of a blessing than a punishment, A'mir was forbade to go ever again. For a while, it stopped the boy's rebellious ways.
Around his 18th turn, A'mir's father was injured in a hunt and left bedridden. Not a good thing when the Weyr wanted the Lord Holders to attend their newest clutch's hatching. It was said there would be a Queen egg, and that was cause for everyone to celebrate. A'mir took the chance to go in his father's place. He didn't expect for when the hatching came around, that a silverlight dragoness would hatch. It was not long after her Queenlet sibling had hatched either, and the little silver hided girl looked around with a coy amusement. So this was the world that she would be a part of. Her sister didn't understand it at all did she? A look at the lost Ice Queen showed that as truth. However, by some miracle a candidate was pushed by the frenzy on the sands and fell at her feet. Instead of hurting the human, she impressed to it.
Not long after, a Green hatched and once more the Silverlight was watching another of her clutchsiblings wobbling around trying to find its match. That was all the silverlight saw of her sister, unfortunately the Green did not find Hers, and unable to cope, she betweened away. A sad keen rose up in her place and for the first time in a while, ISW witnessed the death of a newborn. Knowing she did not want the same fate, the silverlight paced through the candidates. Her was not there though. It seemed she would share the same fate after all as her sister, yet something nagged at her. Looking up toward her mother, she keened sadly. Was it even fair that she lived and her sister died? The clutchmother simply nudged her toward the candidates once more. The dragonet's eyes were on something else though.
The stands, the stands! How had she not seen them before? Clambering up the stairs, the silverlight nudged unworthy weyr and holdsfolk out of her way until finally....A'mirMine..didn't you know I was trying to find you. Please, don't let your Sayurith die too.
It was during Weyrlinghood that he met others like him, riders and weyrlings that disliked the new outlook on the "Unnatural Dragons." Being part of an "Unnatural Pair" himself, A'mir was determined to change things, whether Pern wanted to be changed or not. He never expected that his friends would turn on him though...he never expected that they would lock him up instead.
Adoption?: NPC or Kill offSAYURITHDefine your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're getting done
I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another all the same
Dragon's Name: Sayurith
Dragon’s Gender: female
Dragon's Age:2 months4 months17 months
Dragon's Color: Silverlight 000000-AAAAAA
Dragon's Appearance:
*Is written from an adult Sayurith perspective*
As dark as a Silverlight could be, Sayurith is almost pitch black in the middle part of her body and up into her wings. However, she like most Silverlights has a tendency to hold a lighter, gleaming silver around the contours of her body. It concentrates the most at her muzzle, quickly fading out into a midnight black before picking up again in tendrils at her mid-section and flaring against her quarters and down into her hide. The change in shading also occurs in her wings where the middle portion of the lighter hues snake up onto the wing sails. The edges however, are a darker black color again unlike the steal gray color that covers the majority of the long appendages.
At an average size of 38 feet, Sayurith is like most Silverlights in that she has incredibly long, but angled wings that fold against her body like that of a bird's. They make her a fast flier, and very agile in air, able to turn on a dime and perform arial acrobatics that most dragons her size cannot. Every movement in fact is one filled with as much grace as the young dragoness can muster. Despite being captive, she does not want to be anything less than she is.
Her limbs are long and slender as well, like a dancer's almost. Her neck mirrors this too, holding a slight arch to it and almost being swan-like in its appearance. Her whole body is like that in fact, dainty and feminine completely in essence and appearance. From the build and soft gleam of her hide, to the delicate way she holds her wings out like large fans, Sayurith is nothing less than a Lady.
Dragon's Personality:
Sayurith, like most Silverlights, has, or had might be a better word, a kind heart. She was caring and gentle with everyone around her, especially with any creature that was young. However, over time as A'mir and her were mistreated, that went away...and the following became more predominant.
Whenever someone Sayurith cares for is threatened, she’ll transform into a seething ball of rage. No one except for A'mir can comfort this part of her personality, and if unchecked it can be a problem. Often when meeting new people, Sayurith will wrap her tail around him and hold herself up to her full height. This display is as much to intimidate the newcomer as it is to act as a security blanket. This was something she started doing when she first impressed to him, but it only grew after they were taken.
For the most part however *meaning whenever they happen to not be around their captors*, the dragoness is a demure and lady-like creature. Sayurith generally is soft-spoken as well, and her voice is a hushed whisper like a breeze through bare trees. She seems to be telling a secret all the time, and yet her voice has a hint of sadness as well.
Another trait showed itself in the Silverlight, is that true to her color, she enjoys being around anyone and everyone. She didn't mind who it was, it could be a flit, wher, human, anyone, she just liked to not be alone. Naturally, because of her imprisonment, this is something that has hurt her instead though. With a lack of companions other than Hers occasionally, Sayurith has drawn into herself and has become very anti-social for a Silverlight.
The dragoness will often avoid others now and even hiss at them if they come to close. It seems that the one thing she used to thrive on, now is the one thing she fears the most. Like her rider, she also mistrusts newcomers, however it is a bit different as well. She actually wants to trust others, she wants to reach out and befriend them, but she is torn constantly. It confuses her and often makes her upset, once again sending her into a more protective behavior, needing to watch over herself and her rider.
Dragon's History:
Sayurith's history isn't all that long only being a couple of months old. It however is not as unfulfilled as most dragonet's would be. Hers and she have had a lot happen to them, from their bonding to the secret rebellion they tried to start. How could they have known that it would end with them being imprisoned instead. Though they are often kept separate, Sayurith has the hope in the pair that somehow they will escape or be rescued. Each day they are held captive though is another day that Sayurith grows cold and A'mir grows bitter. Will help even come soon enough for them?It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not running, it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin' down
