Post by aliceinwonderland on Feb 25, 2015 2:13:41 GMT -8
Name: Winter Telgar.
Gender:
Male
Age:
23 (turned)
Turnday: 54.02.05
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Wher Handler
Family: Darik, 65, Senior JM Beastcrafter at HRW (retired), Foster Father, Riley, 57, JW Tailor at HRW, Foster mother.
Weyrmate: B'van, Rider of Tiger Samiath, 26,
Friends: Sh'nny, Dragonhealer and Rider of Moonlight Uriluth at RBW
Pets: Sunny, Blood bay Runner,
Appearance: Standing at an even 6'0 in his bare feet he is tall for a Pern man and he is lean, hard, rangy body of someone who has worked hard physically all his life, and is naturally lean.
He has long limbs and slight limp in his left leg, he also has smokey grey.He also has a short number 4 shaved hair do of dark brown hair. His face has the angularity and high cheekbones of a native american ancestor, he has quite full lips for his face but a short chin and straight teeth.
He whistles in a wide variety of sounds - mimicking all sorts of birds, animals, dragons and humans...as well as whistling almost any tune on Pern..
He is a good knife fighter, good at fighting hand to hand as well and with a sword, he can also shoot a bow to hunt and fish as well in his spare time..
Personality: Self reliant are the first things that come to mind. Something of an introvert, he prefers his own company and is picky on who he befriends and is a loyal, romantic at heart, he is a bond for life man - and B'van is his man/life. Intelligent and well read, he has an agile mind and a slight rebellious, liberal streak in him.
He is usually calm, logical, and collected on his best days and is a great innovators. If only he worked worked well and played well in groups..he's better working on his own or in a team of 2.....
He is is a pragmatist when it comes to life and is good at balancing hard work with play, he will indulge in a bout of drinking, gambling, knife fights or fishing or betting on runners if he's in the mood, or he can enjoy his own company or that of his partner..
He has a soft spot for the downtrodden, animals, kids and dragons, people he’s not sure he likes them 100% of the time..
History: He has no idea who his natural parents are but he was left on the door step of the High Reaches Weyr and was taken in by a kindly older Beastcrafter herder and his Tailor wife. The couple had no children so took on raising the young lad.
From his earliest memories he was always drawn to the stables and the runners, making a pest of himself of the stablemaster, he began mucking out stalls and from there worked his way up. A Also befriended a lad named Bevan, similarly abandoned and parent-less..
His first real achievement in life of owning something was a young blood bay filly, he rescued her and stole her off an abusive merchant who was visiting the Weyr. With the help of his foster father and the stablemasters they managed to nurse the filly back to health and she became his. A tight bond was between them all through her life, and it is her daughter, an almost exact replica, that he currently rides and loves to death.
As a teen he along with his best friend were drawn towards fighting and weaponry, and he started to train at 14 with the Weyr guards, learning everything he could in terms of fighting, hand to hand and with a variety of weapons. He learned the communications drums as well and even did a spot of running, messenger serve as well along the way. He respected and liked the dragons of corse, but felt his future didn't include being a dragonrider.
At 18, he and his best friend Bevan were fully trained and started up their own business as guards for hire, and pooling their resources together both purchased a flit and wher egg respectively. His own hatching to his beloved Wood Winsk and Bevan receiving his Black/Crimson ball of trouble.
Winsk was a pretty strange creature to the hard fighter in him - she was quite timid, shy and gentle, a vegetarian, she refused to eat meat at all, and preferred to follow behind him like a faithful puppy. She was terrified of runners and wherries and it took some training on both wher handlers parts for her to become tolerant of the animals, and train her to scout and warn them of trouble..
The only time she grew protective, willing to defend and fight was of her brood and her handler was actively in danger, and even then it was more of a fussy, worried mother hen, then a protective warrior..
Following his business partner eventually lead to love and a romantic partnership as well, and the addition of a dragon to their small band of merry fighters has added some adventure and stress to their lives..
Now he is following his weyrmate and partner down south..
Adoption?: Sure
Wher's Name: Winsk
Wher’s Gender:
Female
Dam/Sire: Brick wher dam and brown wher sire
Wher's Age:
6
Wher's Birthday: 72/2/14
Wher's Color:
Wood
Wher's Appearance: Small and petite, she is actually really well formed and almost cute for wher, she is faster and sleeker then your average wher. A blend of all woods, she is an odd mismatch of brown khaki.
Wher's Personality: Shy, sweet, timid and soft hearted - she isn't exactly the ideal wher for a travelling fighting force or a handler whose job is dealing in violence, fighting and running for their lives. She has a maternal, protective side and worries and frets like a mother for her family, her broods and her mate or handler.
Small and petite, she is so tiny and soft footed, she is an effective scout to the point no one knows she's there but her handler..she has keen senses for detecting noises or smells which she quickly warns her rider about and waits to be protected. She has that helpless feminine "rescue me now brave lord" about her..
Wher's History: Purchased from a Wher clutch at High Reaches Weyr, she was born shy, timid and terrified of runners and wherries. It has taken patience and tons of training by her handler and his partner, with the help of their combined mix of runner, flits, whers and dragons to get her used to handling day to day life..as a scout..and semi effective member of their clan...they have slowly achieved a happy medium between her following behind and her running away and never coming returning...