Post by cinnamon on Jul 5, 2018 19:56:57 GMT -8
Name: Tauva / T'uva
Pronunciation: Ta-ew-vah
Gender:M
Turnday: 20.08
ler at Telgar Weyr, dead
Age: 18
Craft/Craft rank: Senior Apprentice Weaver/Tailor
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History: Born the youngest of a pair of twins to a weyrmated dragonrider couple at Telgar Weyr. He also has an older brother in the family and was raised with his siblings unusually by his dragonrider father, not by the weyr creche, except as back up if either parent was busy with dragonrider duties. He and his twin's mother passed away after a difficult childbirth with her children and her dragon went /between/. Bringing grief and sadness to the little family at the loss of their mother and in their father of his partner. However the family managed to pull together and aside from an accident at 3 with boiling water that permanently scarred the young boy, had a fairly uneventful ordinary weyr childhood.
Having an interest in helping people and working away on projects with his hands he apprenticed at 12 to one of the Telgar Weyr Weaver/Tailors and from time to time helped out the crews gathering and making numbweed.
Like all weyrbred youngsters he longed for a dragon like his parents and others around him and got his wish half way answered when he accidentally Impressed Spots, a firelizard originally meant for his father. Training the little Blue/Sunlance spotted flit to oil his back and sing along with his reed flute kept him and his family occupied. He also began standing as a Candidate and was unlucky at Telgar weyr.
Moving to Rainbow Weyr along with his father and twin, leaving behind their newly Impressed brother he managed to Impress his Grey beloved Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth) at the Archith's Second Hatching on 74.07.28 | Late Morning.
The small Grey and White moved together across the Sands, steps together, as if they had been born the best of friends. They were making good progress when together they froze, then took several steps back, and then started to skitter away. What had caught their attention was a boy running across the Sands. His robe and sandals looked too small for him, and his face belied his age and once waning hopes of Turns of Candidacy. The look upon his face was not joyous, but panicked, as he rushed to a medium egg near where the two dragonets had previously been. Tears were beading in his eyes and he was shouting about something. He knelt by the egg and beat at it, and to some this was obviously one of the occasionally stuck dragonets that had Impressed and was now calling for help. Archith turned to look at the young man that was now so near her, and the way his mood declined did not bring her hope.
There had been very few signs that that egg was going to hatch at all, and now here was a cruel twist of fate. The boy felt his fingers strain, he even pinched them in a small crack and cut them in another place, so that red smears spread with each new attempt to open the egg. In one burst together, a green head pushed out of the egg and into his lap. The boy struggled to remove the rest of the egg, but in doing so he found the reason for the dragonet’s ill state. A howl rose up amongst the crowds, and the dragonet pushed herself up, hide a sickly green with black smoke running over it. She hissed and stared, a death glare, at the Grey who stood in front of the White. Why were they healthy, and she was not? Look at them, their proud necks, their clean bellies, while she had no such grand future.
The weyrling boy heard her thoughts and reached out a hand as if to stop her, but the black hazed Green lunged at the Grey and struck its face with all her might, her claws raking across his face and neck. The nearer dragonets saw this, and the Sunlance came running at full speed, his chest pounding and he knew he had to protect. It was in his nature. He pounced upon the Green and they struggled, the sand covering them and more and more greenish fluid. The Sunlance called to his world, his mind confused, for his one eye was gone and the other was so messy he could not open it. Archith turned with a snarl but in that moment the Sunlance vanished, and it was left for all to see that the Green was broken. Her thin and malformed belly had clung to the egg shell, and the fight had torn it off so that her intestines lay about her.
The Blue took a step back, trying to figure what was the matter with his brother. He took one last look, then turned to head to the other grouping of Candidates. He passed his Grey brother in the middle, who was going to have a look at the boys.
Adoption?:Archith's Second Hatching on 74.07.2 - Scarred Grey Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth)b]
Dragon's Name: Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth)[b/b]
Dragon’s Gender:Male
Dragon's Age:-1
Dragon's Color: Grey
Dragon's Appearance: Adult size 19 feet long, Height: 12 feet long. Wingspan: 12 feet long. Nibeluth has long scars across his face and neck from the day of his Hatching. Adult size will be tall and lean in build with a wide wingspan, long tail and long legs. Colour wise he will be a pearl grey with a subtle sheen and marble pattern of light and dark.
Dragon's Personality:He fears judgement from those who don't know him and needs to be told that those people or dragons over there aren't looking at him funny - they probably aren't even looking at him at all. Nibeluth is uneasy about trying new things but does alright around others if they don't bring up his scars.
Like his rider he too is honest with a loving side and he is dedicated to his rider and family. He adores Spots too and other firelizards thinking of them as his own friends and indeed most of his friends will be flits and his rider. He too has the loner side and social anxiety, but together they are much stronger and more confident
Dragon's History:
Pronunciation: Ta-ew-vah
Gender:M
Turnday: 20.08
ler at Telgar Weyr, dead
Age: 18
Craft/Craft rank: Senior Apprentice Weaver/Tailor
Lover: n/a
Father: Hodini, 32 Dragonless Midnight Wher Handler at RBW
Mother: Vikki, 25, Green Rider at Telgar Weyr, dead
Twin sister: Pyx, 18, Candidate at RBW
Brother: 20, Brown Weyrling at Telgar Weyr
pets: Spots, [m] Blue/Sunlance flit
Face Claim; Jonathon Taylor Thomas
Height: 5'10
Build/Weight: 81kgs
Eyes: Bright clear turquoise blue
Hair: Dark blonde. worn short and spiked up on top
Appearance: At 5'10 and 81kgs he is of above average height and average weight for his age and build. He has a medium to average muscular form from from Candidate and Weyrlinghood exercise but he is lean with a build that is still maturing from skinny and lanky. Pale skin prone to sunburn and peeling, has left him with a light scattering of freckles and moles.
He has a boyish attractiveness that makes him look younger then he is with dimples in his cheeks and a cleft chin that appear with a rare smile, full lips and a straight nose. Deep set bright eyes have dark circles under them and are shadowed with grief and pain. An accident when he was 3 with boiling water meant his entire left arm, shoulder and upper back burnt, with resulting scars that he is self conscious of. He always wears shirts, even on hot days to hide them and has to rub special creams in, as well as exercises like swimming and stretches to keep his scarred skin from stiffening and the scars are slowly getting better/lightening and will barely be noticeable in a few turns, but he will still have faint ones.
Due to his scarred skim being sensitive and his shyness he tends to casual loose fitting shirts and trousers that fit with the warmer climate. He likes blues to make his eyes stand out and to compliment his flirt and now his dragon. He is unusually left handed and has a pleasant tenor singing voice, he can also play a little reed flute that he has taught Spots to singing along to. He can also knit and sew as benefits his chosen craft and likes to go fishing or swimming. Water makes him feel happy and safe.
Personality: His base personality is honest, loyal and patient with a dash of mischief and humour. He is a helpful person with a heart of gold and strives to always do his best. His accident when he was young and the loss of his mother from the childbirth of himself and his twin and the near loss of his father following his dragon's death, has added a layer of depression and anxiety when it comes to people he loves dying or being hurt and he isn't very confident among girls or boys he has a crush on or wants to befriend. He is a a self imposed loner who longs to connect with people and be included, be loved. He loves deeply and with fierce loyalty.He has a maternal motherly side that he likes to take care of people and fuss on themb]Father: Hodini, 32 Dragonless Midnight Wher Handler at RBW
Mother: Vikki, 25, Green Rider at Telgar Weyr, dead
Twin sister: Pyx, 18, Candidate at RBW
Brother: 20, Brown Weyrling at Telgar Weyr
pets: Spots, [m] Blue/Sunlance flit
Face Claim; Jonathon Taylor Thomas
Height: 5'10
Build/Weight: 81kgs
Eyes: Bright clear turquoise blue
Hair: Dark blonde. worn short and spiked up on top
Appearance: At 5'10 and 81kgs he is of above average height and average weight for his age and build. He has a medium to average muscular form from from Candidate and Weyrlinghood exercise but he is lean with a build that is still maturing from skinny and lanky. Pale skin prone to sunburn and peeling, has left him with a light scattering of freckles and moles.
He has a boyish attractiveness that makes him look younger then he is with dimples in his cheeks and a cleft chin that appear with a rare smile, full lips and a straight nose. Deep set bright eyes have dark circles under them and are shadowed with grief and pain. An accident when he was 3 with boiling water meant his entire left arm, shoulder and upper back burnt, with resulting scars that he is self conscious of. He always wears shirts, even on hot days to hide them and has to rub special creams in, as well as exercises like swimming and stretches to keep his scarred skin from stiffening and the scars are slowly getting better/lightening and will barely be noticeable in a few turns, but he will still have faint ones.
Due to his scarred skim being sensitive and his shyness he tends to casual loose fitting shirts and trousers that fit with the warmer climate. He likes blues to make his eyes stand out and to compliment his flirt and now his dragon. He is unusually left handed and has a pleasant tenor singing voice, he can also play a little reed flute that he has taught Spots to singing along to. He can also knit and sew as benefits his chosen craft and likes to go fishing or swimming. Water makes him feel happy and safe.
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History: Born the youngest of a pair of twins to a weyrmated dragonrider couple at Telgar Weyr. He also has an older brother in the family and was raised with his siblings unusually by his dragonrider father, not by the weyr creche, except as back up if either parent was busy with dragonrider duties. He and his twin's mother passed away after a difficult childbirth with her children and her dragon went /between/. Bringing grief and sadness to the little family at the loss of their mother and in their father of his partner. However the family managed to pull together and aside from an accident at 3 with boiling water that permanently scarred the young boy, had a fairly uneventful ordinary weyr childhood.
Having an interest in helping people and working away on projects with his hands he apprenticed at 12 to one of the Telgar Weyr Weaver/Tailors and from time to time helped out the crews gathering and making numbweed.
Like all weyrbred youngsters he longed for a dragon like his parents and others around him and got his wish half way answered when he accidentally Impressed Spots, a firelizard originally meant for his father. Training the little Blue/Sunlance spotted flit to oil his back and sing along with his reed flute kept him and his family occupied. He also began standing as a Candidate and was unlucky at Telgar weyr.
Moving to Rainbow Weyr along with his father and twin, leaving behind their newly Impressed brother he managed to Impress his Grey beloved Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth) at the Archith's Second Hatching on 74.07.28 | Late Morning.
The small Grey and White moved together across the Sands, steps together, as if they had been born the best of friends. They were making good progress when together they froze, then took several steps back, and then started to skitter away. What had caught their attention was a boy running across the Sands. His robe and sandals looked too small for him, and his face belied his age and once waning hopes of Turns of Candidacy. The look upon his face was not joyous, but panicked, as he rushed to a medium egg near where the two dragonets had previously been. Tears were beading in his eyes and he was shouting about something. He knelt by the egg and beat at it, and to some this was obviously one of the occasionally stuck dragonets that had Impressed and was now calling for help. Archith turned to look at the young man that was now so near her, and the way his mood declined did not bring her hope.
There had been very few signs that that egg was going to hatch at all, and now here was a cruel twist of fate. The boy felt his fingers strain, he even pinched them in a small crack and cut them in another place, so that red smears spread with each new attempt to open the egg. In one burst together, a green head pushed out of the egg and into his lap. The boy struggled to remove the rest of the egg, but in doing so he found the reason for the dragonet’s ill state. A howl rose up amongst the crowds, and the dragonet pushed herself up, hide a sickly green with black smoke running over it. She hissed and stared, a death glare, at the Grey who stood in front of the White. Why were they healthy, and she was not? Look at them, their proud necks, their clean bellies, while she had no such grand future.
The weyrling boy heard her thoughts and reached out a hand as if to stop her, but the black hazed Green lunged at the Grey and struck its face with all her might, her claws raking across his face and neck. The nearer dragonets saw this, and the Sunlance came running at full speed, his chest pounding and he knew he had to protect. It was in his nature. He pounced upon the Green and they struggled, the sand covering them and more and more greenish fluid. The Sunlance called to his world, his mind confused, for his one eye was gone and the other was so messy he could not open it. Archith turned with a snarl but in that moment the Sunlance vanished, and it was left for all to see that the Green was broken. Her thin and malformed belly had clung to the egg shell, and the fight had torn it off so that her intestines lay about her.
The Blue took a step back, trying to figure what was the matter with his brother. He took one last look, then turned to head to the other grouping of Candidates. He passed his Grey brother in the middle, who was going to have a look at the boys.
Adoption?:Archith's Second Hatching on 74.07.2 - Scarred Grey Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth)b]
Dragon's Name: Nibeluth (nee-bay-luth)[b/b]
Dragon’s Gender:Male
Dragon's Age:-1
Dragon's Color: Grey
Dragon's Appearance: Adult size 19 feet long, Height: 12 feet long. Wingspan: 12 feet long. Nibeluth has long scars across his face and neck from the day of his Hatching. Adult size will be tall and lean in build with a wide wingspan, long tail and long legs. Colour wise he will be a pearl grey with a subtle sheen and marble pattern of light and dark.
Dragon's Personality:He fears judgement from those who don't know him and needs to be told that those people or dragons over there aren't looking at him funny - they probably aren't even looking at him at all. Nibeluth is uneasy about trying new things but does alright around others if they don't bring up his scars.
Like his rider he too is honest with a loving side and he is dedicated to his rider and family. He adores Spots too and other firelizards thinking of them as his own friends and indeed most of his friends will be flits and his rider. He too has the loner side and social anxiety, but together they are much stronger and more confident
Dragon's History:
) and that should be ready. For numbers, they all look good other than Nibeluth's wingspan being so short. I usually just list lengths and assume standard proportions cause that's less work for me (haha) but as long as he can still fly in however you imaging his shape that works. I hadn't really ever thought about it. So all that to say I think he's about ready other than some history polish
