Post by Darwin on Jan 30, 2019 7:43:49 GMT -8
Name: B'lak Brollak Iceborn
Pronunciation: Broh-lak
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Turnday: M7.D1.T3059
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father- Dellak, 49, Journeyman Fisher, Minn Cothold, deceased
Mother- Broah, 46, Journeyman Healer, Minn Cothold, deceased
Sister- Bella of Pink-Purple Cadeatrith, ISW
[all other siblings were killed]
Weyrmate: none
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: Bronze Seek, Blue Koriel, Green Velloss
Appearance: One word best describes Brollak, frightening. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall, wide shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs. He has long black hair that he ties back in a tail. He has thin eyebrows above very dark brown eyes. What is frightening about him, is the scarring. He has third degree burn scarring on the right side of his face. It reaches just below his right eye and spreads towards his right ear and two inches below his hairline, also going to the bridge of his nose and down towards his mouth but stops there and goes to half an inch towards the right corner of his mouth. It goes down his neck to his back and his chest, stopping at just above his waist. The scarring isn’t visible but for a supple leather mask he uses to hide the scarring, and he constantly wears tunics, except for when he‘s out in the surrounding jungle, hunting. He wears a simple silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It has a intricate design on it, and it is one more thing that he doesn’t take off at all. For his tall frame, he is lean and muscled well, there isn’t an ounce of fat on him, and his skin is a nice even copper tone. He weighs 185 pounds.
Personality: Abrasive, confident, creative, eccentric, elusive, and fearless. When it comes to when he has to return to the Weyr and deal with those within, Brollak is abrasive, but not to the point of being a complete idiot to piss off a person of rank. He is harsh and not one to sugar coat his words just to please anyone. He will tell the truth and to between to anyone that can’t handle the truth, he doesn’t care. He has the utmost confidence in his abilities as a Hunter, and he doesn’t let anyone, save the Weyrleaders and the Headwoman, tell him what to do. He takes great pride in three things: his ability to track animals over any terrain, his throwing knife skills, and his three fire lizards, Seek, Koriel, and Velloss. When he is out hunting, he is very creative when it comes to setting traps. He has around one hundred different traps that he uses to catch wild felines, wherries, and any other animal need to be caught for food.
Odd, strange, unconventional. He’s heard those words whispered about him every time he’s around people. He doesn’t care, really, but if anyone says anything to his face about it, he’ll just shrug it off. He loves to be out in the wild, there are no rules, no restraints, no one to tell him what to do, and nothing to keep him from doing his job. And if you need to find him when he’s in the wild, hunting, you had better have a dragon with you, or be a Dragonrider. He is very good at being elusive and hiding. Only a dragon might be able to spot him, but usually, that is only if he wants to be found. He doesn’t much care for trying to train other Hunters. He thinks it’s a waste of time and his effort, especially if they aren’t as adept as him at being elusive. Brollak is fearless, but only on the outside. He doesn’t let anyone see the fear in his eyes when he is around people. He is afraid of losing himself in a Weyr, and sometimes is desperate to get back into the wilds. He seeks solitude in the wilds but he's okay with being in the Weyr when he needs to be.
History: Oddly enough, Brollak was born as the third child of Journeyman Healer, Broah, and a Journeyman Fisher, Dellak, of Minn Cothold in Telgar Hold's territory. They had their own small house not far from Minn Cothold. Brollak was born as the second to last child of six, the youngest of four boys, counting himself, and two sisters. He was a thoughtful child and not one to run around pulling pranks or the like. He was picked on by the other Holder boys, being called slow. Brollak didn’t really care. He was in his own little world of being a bronze rider and fighting Thread. He was enthralled by the dragons whenever they would visit the Hold. And one day he was lucky enough to actually ride one! And the thrill of the flight stuck with him.
As he got older, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He was taken out on a hunt with a friend of his fathers one day, killed his first wherry. Dellak was very proud of his son. And the friend had been impressed with Brollak’s creativity and confidence that he took on the young man of twelve turns as his apprentice. Brollak was excited. He made sure to pay close attention when he was with his father’s friend, Aurrik. It was a few turns later that tragedy struck. He was home for a few days when tragedy happened. He had went outside to hunt for something for the evening meal, he had managed to kill a few wherries and a few large herd beasts. A small group of eight men had went with him. Upon returning home, his parent’s small house was in flames.
Brollak rushed inside, despite the men that tried to hold him back. He was only able to save his young sister, Bella, as well as receiving third-degree burns. It took him nearly a turn to recover and heal properly. And the healers helped him by making a supple leather mask that he could use to hide the scarred side of his face. The only one that looked at him with love in their eyes was his sister. Though, because of the fire, Bella never spoke to anyone but Brollak. After spending a nearly another turn at Telgar Hold, Brollak decided to move to Ice Stone Weyr, hoping to find a job there as a Hunter, and hoped to have Bella work in the Kitchens. Brollak and his sister found themselves officially Searched for Temperanth's third clutch. Once the humming started, Brollak was on the sands with his sister. He watched as she impressed to a pretty Pink-Purple. He grinned when she walked off the sands. He waited for the babies to choose theirs and a handsome Brown walked up to him, eyes whirling a rainbow color. The handsome brown calling himself Niftoth.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Niftoth (Niif-touth)
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Adult Size: 30 Feet
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Dragon's Color: Brown #60453b
Dragon's Appearance: This Brown is a handsome color of a soft brown that almost seems like its dusted with a soft powdery brown. He is a medium size brown though he'll be muscled with a bit of a leanness to him once mature. He'll reach an adult size of 30 feet
Dragon's Personality: Niftoth is a very relaxed dragon. Like many Browns, he needs a good reason to put energy into his efforts. However, if you are looking for a friend, he is suddenly the picture of devotion. He doesn’t seem to be initially interested in fun and games, but is actually relatively easy to convince after a few words. He can be very sarcastic, but doesn’t try to push it too far, since he means well.
Dragon's History: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider.
RP Sample: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider. There you are, B'lak. Your Niftoth is hungry and would like some food please.
Brollak spied the Brown coming his way and he was about to move. Until he heard a voice in his head and saw the rainbow colors in the Brown's eyes. "Well, hello there to you, Niftoth. I would love nothing more than to feed you now," Brollak, now B'lak said to his new livemate. He walked off the sands to where he could see his sister feeding her new lifemate.
Pronunciation: Broh-lak
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Turnday: M7.D1.T3059
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father- Dellak, 49, Journeyman Fisher, Minn Cothold, deceased
Mother- Broah, 46, Journeyman Healer, Minn Cothold, deceased
Sister- Bella of Pink-Purple Cadeatrith, ISW
[all other siblings were killed]
Weyrmate: none
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: Bronze Seek, Blue Koriel, Green Velloss
Appearance: One word best describes Brollak, frightening. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall, wide shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs. He has long black hair that he ties back in a tail. He has thin eyebrows above very dark brown eyes. What is frightening about him, is the scarring. He has third degree burn scarring on the right side of his face. It reaches just below his right eye and spreads towards his right ear and two inches below his hairline, also going to the bridge of his nose and down towards his mouth but stops there and goes to half an inch towards the right corner of his mouth. It goes down his neck to his back and his chest, stopping at just above his waist. The scarring isn’t visible but for a supple leather mask he uses to hide the scarring, and he constantly wears tunics, except for when he‘s out in the surrounding jungle, hunting. He wears a simple silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It has a intricate design on it, and it is one more thing that he doesn’t take off at all. For his tall frame, he is lean and muscled well, there isn’t an ounce of fat on him, and his skin is a nice even copper tone. He weighs 185 pounds.
Personality: Abrasive, confident, creative, eccentric, elusive, and fearless. When it comes to when he has to return to the Weyr and deal with those within, Brollak is abrasive, but not to the point of being a complete idiot to piss off a person of rank. He is harsh and not one to sugar coat his words just to please anyone. He will tell the truth and to between to anyone that can’t handle the truth, he doesn’t care. He has the utmost confidence in his abilities as a Hunter, and he doesn’t let anyone, save the Weyrleaders and the Headwoman, tell him what to do. He takes great pride in three things: his ability to track animals over any terrain, his throwing knife skills, and his three fire lizards, Seek, Koriel, and Velloss. When he is out hunting, he is very creative when it comes to setting traps. He has around one hundred different traps that he uses to catch wild felines, wherries, and any other animal need to be caught for food.
Odd, strange, unconventional. He’s heard those words whispered about him every time he’s around people. He doesn’t care, really, but if anyone says anything to his face about it, he’ll just shrug it off. He loves to be out in the wild, there are no rules, no restraints, no one to tell him what to do, and nothing to keep him from doing his job. And if you need to find him when he’s in the wild, hunting, you had better have a dragon with you, or be a Dragonrider. He is very good at being elusive and hiding. Only a dragon might be able to spot him, but usually, that is only if he wants to be found. He doesn’t much care for trying to train other Hunters. He thinks it’s a waste of time and his effort, especially if they aren’t as adept as him at being elusive. Brollak is fearless, but only on the outside. He doesn’t let anyone see the fear in his eyes when he is around people. He is afraid of losing himself in a Weyr, and sometimes is desperate to get back into the wilds. He seeks solitude in the wilds but he's okay with being in the Weyr when he needs to be.
History: Oddly enough, Brollak was born as the third child of Journeyman Healer, Broah, and a Journeyman Fisher, Dellak, of Minn Cothold in Telgar Hold's territory. They had their own small house not far from Minn Cothold. Brollak was born as the second to last child of six, the youngest of four boys, counting himself, and two sisters. He was a thoughtful child and not one to run around pulling pranks or the like. He was picked on by the other Holder boys, being called slow. Brollak didn’t really care. He was in his own little world of being a bronze rider and fighting Thread. He was enthralled by the dragons whenever they would visit the Hold. And one day he was lucky enough to actually ride one! And the thrill of the flight stuck with him.
As he got older, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He was taken out on a hunt with a friend of his fathers one day, killed his first wherry. Dellak was very proud of his son. And the friend had been impressed with Brollak’s creativity and confidence that he took on the young man of twelve turns as his apprentice. Brollak was excited. He made sure to pay close attention when he was with his father’s friend, Aurrik. It was a few turns later that tragedy struck. He was home for a few days when tragedy happened. He had went outside to hunt for something for the evening meal, he had managed to kill a few wherries and a few large herd beasts. A small group of eight men had went with him. Upon returning home, his parent’s small house was in flames.
Brollak rushed inside, despite the men that tried to hold him back. He was only able to save his young sister, Bella, as well as receiving third-degree burns. It took him nearly a turn to recover and heal properly. And the healers helped him by making a supple leather mask that he could use to hide the scarred side of his face. The only one that looked at him with love in their eyes was his sister. Though, because of the fire, Bella never spoke to anyone but Brollak. After spending a nearly another turn at Telgar Hold, Brollak decided to move to Ice Stone Weyr, hoping to find a job there as a Hunter, and hoped to have Bella work in the Kitchens. Brollak and his sister found themselves officially Searched for Temperanth's third clutch. Once the humming started, Brollak was on the sands with his sister. He watched as she impressed to a pretty Pink-Purple. He grinned when she walked off the sands. He waited for the babies to choose theirs and a handsome Brown walked up to him, eyes whirling a rainbow color. The handsome brown calling himself Niftoth.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Niftoth (Niif-touth)
Dragon’s Gender: Male
Adult Size: 30 Feet
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Dragon's Color: Brown #60453b
Dragon's Appearance: This Brown is a handsome color of a soft brown that almost seems like its dusted with a soft powdery brown. He is a medium size brown though he'll be muscled with a bit of a leanness to him once mature. He'll reach an adult size of 30 feet
Dragon's Personality: Niftoth is a very relaxed dragon. Like many Browns, he needs a good reason to put energy into his efforts. However, if you are looking for a friend, he is suddenly the picture of devotion. He doesn’t seem to be initially interested in fun and games, but is actually relatively easy to convince after a few words. He can be very sarcastic, but doesn’t try to push it too far, since he means well.
Dragon's History: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider.
RP Sample: The dragonets, now having all hatched appeared to be interested in finding their riders quickly now. The Brown, moving away from the Sunset, went toward the male candidates and almost immediately found his rider. There you are, B'lak. Your Niftoth is hungry and would like some food please.
Brollak spied the Brown coming his way and he was about to move. Until he heard a voice in his head and saw the rainbow colors in the Brown's eyes. "Well, hello there to you, Niftoth. I would love nothing more than to feed you now," Brollak, now B'lak said to his new livemate. He walked off the sands to where he could see his sister feeding her new lifemate.
