CANDIDATE INTERVIEWS!

[Simile]

Alright guys! We are going to get started on these candidate interviews. ^.~

First things first... here is your form:

[b]Your Name:[/b]
[b]Your Character's Name:[/b] [url=BIO URL HERE]NAME HERE[/url]
[b]Your color preferences:[/b]
[b]What attracts you to them for your character?[/b]
[center]~The Below is in the voice of your character!~[/center]
[b]What colors to you see yourself riding:[/b]
[b]Why?[/b]

[b]Prompt:[/b] (Please reply in RP Form)
[center][i]You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?[/i][/center]

Please fill out this form below and Sim will PM you (your character) your own private interview!

[Nicole]

Your Name: Nicole
Your Character's Name: Artemis
Your color preferences: Queen, King, Royal. Soft spot for Copper.
What attracts you to them for your character? She's a HAD with a power-hungry streak and currently good intentions..

Cue Artemis.

What colors to you see yourself riding: What does color matter to the perfect dragon and Rider match? Though it would be a lie to say I haven't dreamed of riding a Queen.
Why? Why? Because they are beautiful and powerful and so very intelligent. Why wouldn't you want to ride a Queen?

Prompt:

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

She was to oil the older dragons?

Part of Artemis wanted to object, if only because she had spent the morning doing her usual candidate chores, and she knew for a fact that there were a good handful of candidates who had mysteriously disappeared while she did her work. If Artemis was anything, she was fair, and it would be more fair for them to do it, right?

But an assignment was an assignment, and it was one she enjoyed. The older dragons were a little more grumpy than the younger ones, to be true - not that most Candidates knew that. A smile twitched upwards on Artemis' face as she yanked her hair back into a ponytail. It would be fun, to hear them speak, and perhaps to practice tuning them out. With the time she had spent talking to Archith, maybe it would help?

She couldn't speak to them yet, of course; she still wanted to keep her ability under wraps. Besides, the dragons were funnier when they believed she couldn't hear - and it was fun to surprise them by doing what they wanted without them having to ask.

Artemis nodded to the Candidate Master, flashing a smile over her dark face. "Consider it done."



The black dragon looming in his cavern was one of the oldest dragons Artemis had ever scene. Perhaps he even remembered the war time - no, no scars, not that she could see. She smiled politely to his rider, who waved a hand at her to go about her work.

She slipped over to him, carefully avoiding his twitching tail as she skimmed his hide for dry spots.

His voice flooded her mind, though she knew he wasn't speaking directly to her. This girl will be like the twelve other candidates before work. Sloppy. I am itchy and they never reach the spot I tell them to. What's the point?

Raising an eyebrow, she popped the oil bottle open and splashed it near his back right claw, leaning down to rub it in. The dragon extended it towards her, never once acknowleding her presence directly.

That's good, but she won't ask me to move, won't get the spot on the other side even though I've asked three or four time to the others. Mine tried, he did, but he is getting as old as I am, now.

The other side of him? Under his wing, perhaps; she had noticed that most dragons got itchy spots there if they kept their wings folded too long. She finished his leg quickly and, yes, a bit sloppily. Just as the black began to rumble with displeasure, she clenched the oil bottle in one hand and vaulted up onto his back.

The dragon's head swung around to stare at her, but she was already slipping down the other side, sticking her head noisily under his wing to find - yes, a dry spot. She squeezed the oil quickly and began to rub it in .

The dragon rumbled contentedly, resting his head on the ground. His mind brushed hers purposefully, and she feigned shock at it. "Hello?"

Thank you, girl. How did you know?

"Oh, I didn't. I just thought I'd get this side done first. I hope it's alright."

Just perfect. Keep going. And by the time Artemis was done, the dragon was asleep and happy - and itch-free.

[Shoki]

Your Name:Shoki
Your Character's Name: Barlow Triplock
Your color preferences: Any Rare, any ‘Dark’ color, any Neon.
What attracts you to them for your character? I like the idea of Barlow being forced to stand out for once in his life. It would give a good character arc. Same with being tempted to use his skills for dark or selfish purposes. It would create great conflict. Ooo, can you do both? AND MAKE IT SNEAKY TOO?!! =DDDD –coughs- Anyway.

~Barlow’s conversation~

What colors to you see yourself riding: I’m not sure. Dragons tend to choose as they will, and I won’t have it any other way. I refuse to have a dragon if it means I can’t be with them all my life. I will be that selfish. All I really want is to have that perfect bond, and if not, I can be a dragonhealer.

Right, but for colors. I suppose people say that I would be good material for a Grey, but I don’t really understand that. Maybe Black or Midnight?

Why? I suppose the only reason I could see that is because they seem to match me. I know that that isn’t the only thing that can happen, but that’s what I can easily see. Personality wise I tend to think a lot, but I don’t say it much, that tends to move along with Midnight. Matching hair too. Blacks are quiet and straightforward too. That sound right I suppose. I guess I see myself with a dragon that requires a lot of oiling then. I suppose that’s perfect for me though. After all, it will give me plenty to do.

Like I said though, Dragons have a tendency to pick according to their own parameters so I don’t expect that if I impress that I will have a very good chance of guessing exactly what it is. For example, a while back there was this candidate named Fendel and everyone was absolutely sure that he was going to get a Blue dragon. Hardworking, good guy, everything you want in your Blue rider. Well, I was guessing Brown, but either here or there. So when he impressed? Well, F’del got Ginith, a Sunset dragoness. She loves having fun and won’t have F’del overworking himself. I guess the point is, you can’t actually say what someone could impress. Looking back at it though, it couldn’t have been anything else.

Sometimes you can guess though. K’tar was easy. Viarth was exactly something I could see with him. I don’t want to guess anymore. It’s largely pointless, and I don’t know what the dragons are thinking. I dislike guessing when I don’t have all of the information.

I’m sorry, I was supposed to explain why I thought I might impress a Midnight or Black. I apologize. Allow me to get back on topic.

Part of the reason why these seem like something that might happen is because of this haziness with what I might impress. So a dark vague shape seems correct in my mind. That might explain part of my thought process.

I still don’t think I would impress a Gray, but that’s because I don’t think I line up for one. Well, people tend to think I’m depressed, but I’m merely a realist. I like my life. It’s a good one. I’m lucky to be where I am, doing what I’m doing. Unfortunately I don’t think I would be very…uplifting for a Gray. I would try my best, for any dragon, but besides being professional in my bedside manner I’m not particularly good at connecting with Grays. I’ll have to work on that if I want to get further in my studies.

That’s all. Thank you for your time.

Prompt:

“Barlow, take the oil and get cleaning.” That was all that really had to be said. Moriaya already knew that. Barlow was not one of those people who shied from chores, and he had no problem taking more on when he got in trouble. Today wasn’t like that. He just had normal chores and normal time to get it all done. He was told where to go and who he was cleaning today. A few names on the list, but one stuck out to him. Vinitath. He knew the name. She had been one of the dragons that had helped out with the apprentice dragonhealers one time. Apparently she got kinda stiff in the morning these days.

Barlow grabbed as much oil as he could and started the rounds. First was Vinitath. He wanted to greet her first. She was an old Green dragoness, looking pleased the moment he appeared. He didn’t know that she was somewhat attention starved. But he began as he intended.

“Hello Vinitath. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Barlow, you helped out with the dragonhealers before, and I would like to thank you, I learned a lot.” The Green rumbled with amusement, but he wasn’t sure she remembered him. That was okay. People and dragons both could over look him, and he wouldn’t mind. “I’m here to oil you today, please tell me if you have a preference where I begin.”

Well, how about my left back leg? That’s where Linsda starts. Do you know were the best group in the high wing? Not a scar on me. Barlow began to rub the oil in, attempting to do the best he could with the elderly dragoness. He paused for a moment, and something struck him, before rubbing again and speaking.

“Could you tell me more?”

The Green rumbled and began to speak, with only the most brief of interruptions to critique his work. Barlow listened dutifully, saying little, only encouraging her story about her days fighting thread. Eventually he was done, and her story was also. Barlow thanked her for her story and excused himself, going to the next dragon. Lifnoth, Nistnesth, Oslnegeth. He would be busy.

Three dragons later he was well and truly sore. It had taken longer than he planned. Next time he would mentally allocate more time for this. He liked being aware of the time. It meant he was rushing now. He had to change quickly, and get to lessons. And then he would go eat and then he had to help Dalonia out. He soon rushed out into the weyrbowl, having changed quickly. Suddenly he stopped, spun and changed direction. A Jungle dragon hadn’t noticed him at all. But that was to be expected. Still, he had to go over. The dragon didn’t notice him until he was right up on him, and he observed the candidate for a moment, before Barlow spoke.

“Hello Nistnesth. Sorry to bother you. Thank you very much for allowing me to oil you. If you ever need help with that again, please feel free to let me know.” Barlow gave a brief bow and then stated, “That’s all I wanted to say. Please excuse me, I am late for lessons.” He nodded again and spun, heading back toward the Weyr proper, hearing an amused draconic laugh. Barlow willed his short legs to move faster, wishing he had more time to be busier. As it was, he was glad he was an insomniac.

“You’re late.”

“I am very sorry. Shall I clean to clean as penance?”

[summerrain]

Your Name: summerrain
Your Character's Name: Wynah Riverborn
Your color preferences: nothing from DMW, not grey
What attracts you to them for your character? because she's had a hard enough life without adding an anti-social dragon to the mix.

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: Well,'I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in a Queen... But does every girl not harbor secret hopes of becoming a Queen Rider? Though I really would be happy with anything.
Why? I'll age out of Candidacy in a few Turns... Being here has made me long to be a Rider.

Prompt: (Please reply in RP Form)

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

Wynah sighed quietly. She'd been ambushed as she came out of her late breakfast and given the task of oiling the older dragons. Not like she didn't already have her plate full of things to do. She had Candidate chores, lessons, and studying to do. She still wasn't certain about a few of the colors...

But... Nothing to it but to do it.

She found one of the elderly dragons, a DarkBlue, sunning herself in the morning light.

"Pardon me," she said after a moment. "I'm to oil your hide, if you'll allow me." She bowed respectfully. The DarkBlue nodded silently. "Is there any place you'd with me to start first?" The DarkBlue moved her tail in front of the girl. Wynah nodded and started to oil the dragoness's hide.

She just couldn't keep her mind off the impending Hatching. She was nervous. What if she didn't Impress? What would she do if she aged out without finding Hers? Wynah sighed softly. She had no Craft... What would she do to make money? Would she end up having to leave the Weyr to make her Marks hunting for the Cotholds? She sighed again.

{Is something wrong child?} asked the DarkBlue suddenly. {You're sighing quite a bit.}

"Well, the Hatching is practically upon us," Wynah began. "I've only been a Candidate for two Turns, and yet I'm close to aging out... Being here has caused me to long to be a Rider, to find that perfect connection..."

{You are worried that you will not find it?}

"That's it exactly," Wynah agreed with a soft sigh. "I watch all the other Candidates come and go, find Theirs and... I see their faces light up when Impression is made... I know aging out is not unheard of, but... I just hope it doesn't happen to me."

{All Candidates secretly fear aging out,} said the DarkBlue. {And yet, I believe you are the only Candidate I have met who has admitted to that fear. You are wise to know where your fear comes from.}

Wynah looked up in surprise, meeting the DarkBlue's curious gaze.

{Indeed. My own rider has not even admitted to such a fear, although I know it exists deep within his heart.}

"I thought I was the only one who felt that way," Wynah admitted. She set to work on the DarkBlue's wing.

{By no means child,} the dragoness laughed. {All Candidates fear being left Standing. It's only natural.}

"That makes me feel a lot better," Wynah said with a smile. The two talked a bit more about the Hatching, and Weyr life in general, as Wynah finished oiling the DarkBlue's hide.

"Perhaps we can talk again sometime?" Wynah asked as she cleaned up.

{Of course child,} replied the DarkBlue. {Whenever you wish to talk, you come and see old Drenseth. I always look forward to a friendly chat.}

[Cait]

Your Name: Cait
Your Character's Name: Andrilla Donnelly
Your color preferences: Azure, Copper, Black, Citrine
What attracts you to them for your character? For the most part they are creatures with tempers like Andrilla and together they would be a force to be reckoned with.

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: I dinno. Something strong and fierce. I like the color blue; dinno much about dragons though.
Why? What d'ya mean why? Why does anyone want strength? They dinna want weakness. Weaknesss gets ya killed or worse.

Prompt: (Please reply in RP Form)

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

Andrilla stared at the dragon before her; it was massive! How in the name of the tides was she supposed to grease the whole thing? Scowling she shifted her attention to the becket and brush in her hands and the over her shoulder where the white haired dragonrider was sitting in the shade with a mug of chilled juice. Surely this bordered on drudgery though she'd done worse to survive. Lifting the buckt with a deceptively strong arm she sniffed at it lightly then shrugged; it didn't smell so bad.

Heaving a sigh she made a half circle around the faded midnight that watched her suspicious as she formed a plan in her mind. It was almost like tarring the bottom of a ship to cover any cracks. Finally she stepped forward and looked up at the dragon who regarded her mildly, her expression severe as ever. "Here's how it's going to go, dragon. I'll oil ya and ye won't eat me. Ya do eat me and I'll give ya the ragingest case of indigestion of yer life, yeah?"

From his chair the rider laughed and Andrilla peered around the dragon to frown. The dragon rumbled and her frown turned into a scowl. With a hiss she began her task, none too gently at first, scrambling up onto the dragon to start at the top. It would be impossible to climb a greased dragon afterall.

[Jay Kitten]

Your Name: Jay
Your Character's Name: Alikai
Your color preferences: Tiger, Crimson, Azure, Bronze, RR Flame, Chrome, Blood, Copper, Iron
What attracts you to them for your character? Alikai's strong will is surely nothing to shake a stick at, and his passion for his desires drives him further in life, striving to achieve. He doesn't much care about those below him, and usually he's got a one-track mind with a bold point of view. He's got a short fuse, and angers easily, and combined with his passionate outlook can create an explosive temper. He has a penchant for revenge, and as such DMW colors match him very well.

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: Something big and strong, who knows the difference between something important and arbitrary, and something with the strength and speed to keep up. RR Flame, Tiger and Crimson jump out the most.
Why? A King knows when to shut it's mouth, and when it can speak, he knows he is strong and important and knows that those underneath him are there for a reason. Fierce, loyal, passionate, desire is the name of the game for Kings, something that doesn't let go of that ladder rung when the waterfall pushes down. Instead, he keeps trying to climb and either makes it or is blown away by the power of the stream.

Prompt:

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

A loud twang echoed through his skull as the Oldtimer's cane impacted his head.

"DAMNIT old man, what was that for?!"

"You're doin' it all wrong! You've gotta rub it into the stripes, the stripes child!" The old Tigerrider waved his threatening cane again, and Alikai could only grumble and take more oil, focusing on the lazy Tiger's stripes now instead of the orange patches. He hated this man, he was crazy and smelled like klah and boiled eggs. Regarnath, or whatever this dragon's name was, certainly didn't seem to care either way about him or his Rider's actions.

Which begged the question, why was he oiling him if he didn't care?

The Oldtimer paced back and forth as he watched the younger man rub the oil into his dragon's hide, and slowly a weird sort of smile came over his face. The lad was learning, he was tracing the edges of the stripes first and then rubbing the oil inward from there. Such a large dragon would take time and care to oil, certainly, especially on the sun-drenched black parts of his hide.

"That's it, Runner, your speed is essential. You know this better than I do," the old man said, and Alikai froze for a second, looking over his shoulder at him. His green eyes were locked on Alikai's hand, and he frowned.

"How'd you know I was a Runner?" he questioned, and the man shook his head. "Did I say Runner? I meant wherry. Big, fat, ugly wherry. Now get back to work!" He slammed his cane along Alikai's shoulder, this time hard enough to draw tears. Hate, hate, hate... He wanted to run away again! This was pointless, and this old idiot seemed like he fared well enough to be able to do this himself. But he got the feeling that this man had been someone important at some time, somebody great. He could smell the battle on his dragon, see the scars as he ran over them with his oily fingers.

Alikai was determined to finish this quickly, so he could leave.

[Terayne]

Your Name: Terayne
Your Character's Name: Harpyr Coreona(NPC)
Your color preferences: None. (I don't want her to Impress)
What attracts you to them for your character? --------

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: A Golden Queen. Nothing else is good enough.
Why? Didn't you hear me, you idiot? I said nothing else is good enough.

Prompt: (Please reply in RP Form)

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

She was joking, right? Harpyr was NOT oiling those stinky old dragons for any reason. She'd get that nasty stuff all OVER her clothing, shardit, and not even for her Queen but for some musty thing that was FAR past its prime. She gave Moraiya a distinctly disbelieving look, prompting the Bloodrider to quirk a brow at her. "Would you rather be changing glows?" the woman asked coldly, and Harpyr shuddered, grabbed the oil and ran. SHARDS NO she would NOT rather change glows! All that dust and cold and... She shuddered again and looked at her list. Well at least she wasn't being forced to oil some ugly dragon, she thought with pleasure as she saw the names and hues.

Taking a deep breath-which she promptly coughed back out due to the stink of the oil-she headed for the first weyr, and the Oldtimer standing silently in its entrance, watching her intently. Her eyes were still bright and somewhat cold, and Harpyr cringed as her rosewood cane rose, thinking the woman meant to strike her with it. I dare her to! she thought, but all the Rider did was point inwards. Harpyr slid past her and looked over the dragon inside, who was watching her silently.

His hide gleamed faintly in the light coming in, but Harpyr could see that he still had dry patches on his hide that needed to be dealt with. A LOT of them. Hiding her sigh, the girl strode forwards, uncapping the oil and getting some on her hands, cringing. Determined, she turned and started oiling the old Dream's hide, the Riderpair watching her intently...

Many candlemarks later she was hot, sweaty, and had oil all OVER her clothing, as she'd feared. She'd never get it out, so she'd have to throw the clothing away. Sharding Bloodrider, she thought viciously. She'd pay for this outrage! That has been Harpyr's favorite shirt!

[Itoshii]

Your Name: Itoshii~
Your Character's Name: Andradil Levwith
Your color preferences: Azure, Bronze, RR Flame, Crimson (no particular order)
What attracts you to them for your character? Well, as I've explained before I think an Azure would be amazingly ironic should the cure be true. As for the others, I think being put in a position of power would go far to develop his character. He needs to pull himself out of his rut of doing all the work and have to actually THINK for a change.

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: Brown. I have a... soft spot for browns I suppose. But the larger dragons and the more patterned dragons are what drew me to Rainbow Mists in the first place, so of course to Impress to something so unique from what I grew up around would be spectacular.
Why? Browns are so much like myself I think. They're workhorses. They do what needs to get done and then some. As for the larger dragons? What young man doesn't dream of riding a Bronze dragon to glory and fame? But I can accept if I don't Impress something of that magnitude. Just to Impress a- anything would be a miracle.

Prompt: (Please reply in RP Form)

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

Andradil winced as he navigated the corridors towards the Weyrbowl where his first dragon awaited oiling. Direct contact with a dragon. He hadn't come close enough to touch a dragon since he had lost Jayreth- No, don't start thinking that way. Just shut yourself off, just like before. You'll get through this fine. Besides, you have to get used to the idea of being near dragons again if you even want to Stand. He blinked a few times as he came out into the early afternoon light.

Glancing down at his list he felt his heart jump into his throat as he took a closer look at the list that had been hastily shoved into his hands along with a bucket of oil. His first dragon and it had to be a Brown. Just focus man. Don't lose it or you'll blow your chance. Get through this, the Hatching is days away, and maybe this... this pain will go away.

Taking a deep breath and standing tall he easily located the dulling Brown and his snowy-haired rider. Hopefully he should be so lucky as to have a full head of hair when he is old. Quickly calling the riders name to mind he steeled himself for what was surely going to be the hardest day yet of candidacy. "Good afternoon K'ton." He attempted a smile, which was most likely an awkward grimace, "I'm here to oil-" he had to take another breath, "to oil Qintoth."

"Happy to see yeh laddy." The oldtimer patted him on the shoulder "Don't seem so put out about it. One day ye'll have yer own dragon. And one day, loooong after that, ye'll get to see another young lad oil all that hide." he chuckled before wandering off to sit on a bench in the shade, where he would probably nod off for a nap.

Andradil walked up to the dozing Brown and closed his eyes. It's just another piece of hide. Just another dragon. Juuuust a dragon. Come on then, boy. I itch. Andy nearly shot into the air at the unexpected voice and stared at the ancient dragon, bewildered. What, did you think I couldn't speak or something? I'm not getting any younger. Clearly this old man was a grouchy one.

Setting down the bucket of oil he set to work. Though it had been a few turns it was almost like it was only yesterday he was climbing around and over Jayreth, getting into all the crevices that used to drive the brown mad if not oiled properly. Say, that's not bad young man. the dragon had taken on a more admiring tone as his itching began to subside. Where did you learn such skill? he rumbled in pleasure, slumping down in relaxation and nearly dislodging Andradil from his precarious perch on the dragon's shoulder as he got down around the base of where wing met shoulder. He was spared the awkward reply as the dragon began to snore, nearly a perfect mirror of the old rider on the bench.

Sighing in relief he slid from the great Brown. Well... that wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. He didn't burst into flame, go into a rage, or run off into the wilderness. He glanced at the paper from him pocket at the other 4 dragons' names, then at the sun before hurrying off. He had a lot to do and not much time to do it, but he wasn't too worried, it was his specialty afterall.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Your Name: Fëanáro
Your Character's Name: Mobrey Songborn-Oneri
Your color preferences: Please make it fun (either really quiet or really outgoing)
What attracts you to them for your character? Mostly because they would bring out different parts of his personality

~The Below is in the voice of your character!~

What colors to you see yourself riding: Personally, I’d like something flashy and small, like a Sunlance or a Brick. That way I could still go visit the Clan without having to plan months in advance.
Why? because they look so cool, and see above about visiting family.

Prompt: (Please reply in RP Form)

You have been given the task to help oil and care for some of the elderly rider's dragons. How do you react?

Help oil a dragon. Right. Well, Mobrey reckoned, first things first and all, he’d better go find a dragon and rider. He knew in general where to go look of course, but that didn’t mean that he knew exactly where to look.

Whistling, the boy started off in the general direction of the weyrs of a couple of the older dragons. One of them, after all, a truly magnificent Black, was clearly home, and the Starlight who lived next door was probably home as well.

“Hey Blackrider T’mas?” Mobrey asked, leaning against the outer door to the man’s weyr. “Is it ok if I help you oil Brackneth again?”

The old rider — for all that his hair was still a majority of red-black and his body still muscled and strong, T’mas was over 70 Turns old — laughed.

“The Candidate Master handed out that assignment again, eh?” he asked, eyes sparkling with laughter.

Mobrey gave a shy laugh of his own. He should have anticipated that the older rider would know of the assignment.

“Well, actually, she did.”

“Might as well do it then,” T’mas said. “Brackneth still believes that it is impossible be too oiled.”

That is because I am a dragon. Oiling a human such as yourself does not do nearly so much good.

Grinning, Mobrey followed T'mas out towards the Black dragon who was slowly standing up from his perch in the sun.