Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 21:27:15 GMT -6
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Player ID: Cerise
Character Number: 4
Anyone Recruit You? Phly, duh!
Character Info
Name: L'ril
Rank: Assistant Weyrling Master
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: L'ril is in rather good shape for his age, spry and sprightly, a rather short man with slowly greying brown hair and brilliant, sea-blue eyes. His hair is always a mess, as though he doesn't take care of it properly; the truth is, the texture of it is just difficult to deal with, too fine and half-curly to be smoothed down appropriately. The light hazelnut color of it has stood up well to time and age, with grey appearing only at his temples and the nape of his neck. The grey's shade is dusty and light, appearing almost white in bright light.
With a stringy body taut with muscle, the man still exemplifies the physicality of a dragonrider. This is partially due to an extensive amount of exercising, which L'ril keeps up in order to prevent his body from sagging with age. Fifty-four is quite a considerable amount of Turns, after all, and the greenrider does not want to look it!
His face is a narrow, rectangular mass of angles, with a greying stubble coating his cheeks and jaw. His nose is actually a little short, which looks odd on his face, but he is not unattractive, even at his age. This is something he prides himself on, since he does try to be charming, and looks help that along. His eyes, of course, are the most attention-drawing feature he has, their blue-green color imitating the shade of the Southern seas. Dark, full lashes frame them to their best advantage, making his gaze rather eye-catching, if you'll pardon the pun.
Despite his constant upkeep of his body, L'ril does not really care much about his attire. He usually just wears riding gear, and that is generally faded and worn. Even his good clothes are patched and old; he doesn't spend a lot of time looking for new clothing, he just allows his old wardrobe to be mended time and time again. It gives him the appearance of a bit of a roguish creature, one who cares not at all about what people think of him, even though this is directly in contrast to the reality of the greenrider.
Personality: L'ril has actually gone a bit senile with age; his family was never particularly known for being long-lived, and coming forward in time with the rest of the Oldtimers took a toll on him. He has a memory like a sieve, at least about everyday things; important facts he can remember, and he generally keeps decent track of who he's been flirting with recently, although those memories also fade. He is still a fully functioning rider, however, just an absolutely forgetful man.
This greenrider is also an exceptional flirt. Even at fifty-four Turns, he will attempt to charm any male in the vicinity; although his tendencies were a bit looked down upon by his superiors in the Oldtime, as a greenrider his eccentricities were essentially ignored. They are granted a lot more leeway when it comes to such matters, after all. But it does not matter to L'ril whether the male in his sights is a rider, a Holder, a crafter, or even a Candidate; even sexuality doesn't really matter to him. If the man is attractive, he is bound to be flirted with by this incorrigible charmer.
As a fighter, L'ril is very dependable, usually placed in one of the lower altitude wings due to his green's ability to spot distant clumps and swerve swiftly to destroy them. Any oddities in his personality on the ground are completely eliminated when he is in the air, adragonback. Nothing will stop him from doing his duty and searing Thread from the sky; that was why he was brought into this time, after all!
Though L'ril has never really understood the new independence of the Holds and Crafts of this time, and followed T'kul to Southern due to a slight by one of his Crafthold lovers, he has since come rather to accept the bizarre new life he was brought into. He is honestly too light-hearted to hold a grudge against the Holds and Crafts; he left the North because of a broken heart, not because he was particularly angry about the lack of respect. In fact, he rather admires the new Crafts that have sprung up, unusual in an Oldtimer.
He is a kind man, once one gets past his flirtatious, forgetful nature. To women he is always respectful; to children he is not like a father, but like the entertaining, jokester of a uncle that everyone always wants to be around. Only men can really get fed up with L'ril, and that is because he doesn't know when to cease flirting!
History: Born in Ista Weyr in the Oldtime, Lyril was brought up by dragonriders, with the expectation that he would be a dragonrider; his father was a brown's rider, his mother one of the women taken in as his mistress. They were a great deal in love, and L'melk had no others besides Lyril's mother once he met her - Rillia was the star of his life, the most brilliant thing ever to come into his world.
Or that was the story they told their son when he was young, anyway.
By the time Lyril turned thirteen, Rillia had run off with the journeyman Harper formerly assigned to the weyr, due to L'melk's love of drink and revelry. Neither of them were heartbroken; L'melk had plenty of other women to occupy his time, not to mention wine from all over Pern, and Lyril was now old enough to stand for dragon clutches. He had never spent all that much time with his birthmother, anyway, since he had been thrust into the care of the lower caverns women while his parents were busy.
The clutches were thinning out, though, as the Pass was coming to an end, an Interval beginning, and the queens' breeding capacities were going back to normal. Lyril stood at several of them, once a Turn in his younger years, to no avail; finally, when he was sixteen, he decided to leave Ista, to see the rest of the world. Now, with Threadfall light and soon to end, was a time for traveling, after all.
He had gone through several Holds and Crafthalls when he came to High Reaches Weyr, and the clutch that happened to be hardening on their sands. He was seventeen Turns old then, and it was at High Reaches that the green Dravesiath hatched and bonded to the young man. Now known as L'ril, the teenager joined the complement of riders in the High Reaches, and was taught to fly, to fight, and the joys of his green's flights.
Many Turns after, Lessa came to the Oldtime on her dangerous ride between. Dravesiath's agility in flying and L'ril's relative youth gave them a place among the riders who followed the woman forward, to aid Benden Weyr in its fight against Thread. His weyr took up their place in the modern time, and managed to live peacefully... until the wedding, the fight, and the exile of the Oldtimers to Southern Weyr.
L'ril himself had been back at his old ways, flirting here and there, and one of his lovers had been a Weaver in that Crafthall. It was the scorn of that lover, when L'ril was spurned for another Crafter, that made the Greenrider choose to follow T'kul to Southern, along with most of the other High Reaches riders. It was only coincidence that this heartbreak was at the same time as the more dramatic events occurring on Pern.
Since being removed to Southern, L'ril has led a fairly uneventful existence. When the young Northern Queen was flown, he was given a position as assistant weyrling master, mostly due to his ability to soothe people and get along with the youths and young dragons new to the weyr.
Dragon/Wher Info
Name: Dravesiath
Type: Dragon
Color: Green
Age: 37
Genealogy: Gold Akurth(Merika) x Bronze Salth (T'kul)
Appearance: Dravesiath is also going a little grey with age; she is a slender, almost bony green, a touch wherry-necked, but otherwise fairly proportionate. Definitely small, she is longer than she is bulky, with wings that look almost too fragile to support her body. Her hide was a brilliant emerald shade in her youth, but has faded a bit as she has gotten older, with touches of greyer green at her muzzle, forelimbs, and tail.
Personality: As flirtatious as her rider, Dravesiath will snuggle up to any male dragon in the vicinity. She flies often and has never yet been caught by the same male twice - although recently, she has been rising less and less, probably due to the effects of aging. A brilliant Threadfighter, she is agile in the air, and always willing to make daring moves to go after clumps of Thread.
She is also terribly dedicated in her own way, like a foster mother to the weyrlings who come under her partial care. A much more even-tempered female then most greens, she is seldom angry, never holds grudges, and is very friendly and sociable with other female dragons as well as the males of the weyr. In the Oldtime, she was sometimes a temporary clutch-sitter for a few of the queens, watching over their eggs while they ate or tended to other business. A trustworthy green, though as flighty as her color usually is.
Player ID: Cerise
Character Number: 4
Anyone Recruit You? Phly, duh!
Character Info
Name: L'ril
Rank: Assistant Weyrling Master
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: L'ril is in rather good shape for his age, spry and sprightly, a rather short man with slowly greying brown hair and brilliant, sea-blue eyes. His hair is always a mess, as though he doesn't take care of it properly; the truth is, the texture of it is just difficult to deal with, too fine and half-curly to be smoothed down appropriately. The light hazelnut color of it has stood up well to time and age, with grey appearing only at his temples and the nape of his neck. The grey's shade is dusty and light, appearing almost white in bright light.
With a stringy body taut with muscle, the man still exemplifies the physicality of a dragonrider. This is partially due to an extensive amount of exercising, which L'ril keeps up in order to prevent his body from sagging with age. Fifty-four is quite a considerable amount of Turns, after all, and the greenrider does not want to look it!
His face is a narrow, rectangular mass of angles, with a greying stubble coating his cheeks and jaw. His nose is actually a little short, which looks odd on his face, but he is not unattractive, even at his age. This is something he prides himself on, since he does try to be charming, and looks help that along. His eyes, of course, are the most attention-drawing feature he has, their blue-green color imitating the shade of the Southern seas. Dark, full lashes frame them to their best advantage, making his gaze rather eye-catching, if you'll pardon the pun.
Despite his constant upkeep of his body, L'ril does not really care much about his attire. He usually just wears riding gear, and that is generally faded and worn. Even his good clothes are patched and old; he doesn't spend a lot of time looking for new clothing, he just allows his old wardrobe to be mended time and time again. It gives him the appearance of a bit of a roguish creature, one who cares not at all about what people think of him, even though this is directly in contrast to the reality of the greenrider.
Personality: L'ril has actually gone a bit senile with age; his family was never particularly known for being long-lived, and coming forward in time with the rest of the Oldtimers took a toll on him. He has a memory like a sieve, at least about everyday things; important facts he can remember, and he generally keeps decent track of who he's been flirting with recently, although those memories also fade. He is still a fully functioning rider, however, just an absolutely forgetful man.
This greenrider is also an exceptional flirt. Even at fifty-four Turns, he will attempt to charm any male in the vicinity; although his tendencies were a bit looked down upon by his superiors in the Oldtime, as a greenrider his eccentricities were essentially ignored. They are granted a lot more leeway when it comes to such matters, after all. But it does not matter to L'ril whether the male in his sights is a rider, a Holder, a crafter, or even a Candidate; even sexuality doesn't really matter to him. If the man is attractive, he is bound to be flirted with by this incorrigible charmer.
As a fighter, L'ril is very dependable, usually placed in one of the lower altitude wings due to his green's ability to spot distant clumps and swerve swiftly to destroy them. Any oddities in his personality on the ground are completely eliminated when he is in the air, adragonback. Nothing will stop him from doing his duty and searing Thread from the sky; that was why he was brought into this time, after all!
Though L'ril has never really understood the new independence of the Holds and Crafts of this time, and followed T'kul to Southern due to a slight by one of his Crafthold lovers, he has since come rather to accept the bizarre new life he was brought into. He is honestly too light-hearted to hold a grudge against the Holds and Crafts; he left the North because of a broken heart, not because he was particularly angry about the lack of respect. In fact, he rather admires the new Crafts that have sprung up, unusual in an Oldtimer.
He is a kind man, once one gets past his flirtatious, forgetful nature. To women he is always respectful; to children he is not like a father, but like the entertaining, jokester of a uncle that everyone always wants to be around. Only men can really get fed up with L'ril, and that is because he doesn't know when to cease flirting!
History: Born in Ista Weyr in the Oldtime, Lyril was brought up by dragonriders, with the expectation that he would be a dragonrider; his father was a brown's rider, his mother one of the women taken in as his mistress. They were a great deal in love, and L'melk had no others besides Lyril's mother once he met her - Rillia was the star of his life, the most brilliant thing ever to come into his world.
Or that was the story they told their son when he was young, anyway.
By the time Lyril turned thirteen, Rillia had run off with the journeyman Harper formerly assigned to the weyr, due to L'melk's love of drink and revelry. Neither of them were heartbroken; L'melk had plenty of other women to occupy his time, not to mention wine from all over Pern, and Lyril was now old enough to stand for dragon clutches. He had never spent all that much time with his birthmother, anyway, since he had been thrust into the care of the lower caverns women while his parents were busy.
The clutches were thinning out, though, as the Pass was coming to an end, an Interval beginning, and the queens' breeding capacities were going back to normal. Lyril stood at several of them, once a Turn in his younger years, to no avail; finally, when he was sixteen, he decided to leave Ista, to see the rest of the world. Now, with Threadfall light and soon to end, was a time for traveling, after all.
He had gone through several Holds and Crafthalls when he came to High Reaches Weyr, and the clutch that happened to be hardening on their sands. He was seventeen Turns old then, and it was at High Reaches that the green Dravesiath hatched and bonded to the young man. Now known as L'ril, the teenager joined the complement of riders in the High Reaches, and was taught to fly, to fight, and the joys of his green's flights.
Many Turns after, Lessa came to the Oldtime on her dangerous ride between. Dravesiath's agility in flying and L'ril's relative youth gave them a place among the riders who followed the woman forward, to aid Benden Weyr in its fight against Thread. His weyr took up their place in the modern time, and managed to live peacefully... until the wedding, the fight, and the exile of the Oldtimers to Southern Weyr.
L'ril himself had been back at his old ways, flirting here and there, and one of his lovers had been a Weaver in that Crafthall. It was the scorn of that lover, when L'ril was spurned for another Crafter, that made the Greenrider choose to follow T'kul to Southern, along with most of the other High Reaches riders. It was only coincidence that this heartbreak was at the same time as the more dramatic events occurring on Pern.
Since being removed to Southern, L'ril has led a fairly uneventful existence. When the young Northern Queen was flown, he was given a position as assistant weyrling master, mostly due to his ability to soothe people and get along with the youths and young dragons new to the weyr.
Dragon/Wher Info
Name: Dravesiath
Type: Dragon
Color: Green
Age: 37
Genealogy: Gold Akurth(Merika) x Bronze Salth (T'kul)
Appearance: Dravesiath is also going a little grey with age; she is a slender, almost bony green, a touch wherry-necked, but otherwise fairly proportionate. Definitely small, she is longer than she is bulky, with wings that look almost too fragile to support her body. Her hide was a brilliant emerald shade in her youth, but has faded a bit as she has gotten older, with touches of greyer green at her muzzle, forelimbs, and tail.
Personality: As flirtatious as her rider, Dravesiath will snuggle up to any male dragon in the vicinity. She flies often and has never yet been caught by the same male twice - although recently, she has been rising less and less, probably due to the effects of aging. A brilliant Threadfighter, she is agile in the air, and always willing to make daring moves to go after clumps of Thread.
She is also terribly dedicated in her own way, like a foster mother to the weyrlings who come under her partial care. A much more even-tempered female then most greens, she is seldom angry, never holds grudges, and is very friendly and sociable with other female dragons as well as the males of the weyr. In the Oldtime, she was sometimes a temporary clutch-sitter for a few of the queens, watching over their eggs while they ate or tended to other business. A trustworthy green, though as flighty as her color usually is.