Post by dragoncharm on Mar 9, 2009 18:58:18 GMT -6
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Player ID: dragoncharm
Character Number: 2nd
Anyone Recruit You? Phly
Character Info
Name: T'ly
Rank: bronze weyrling
Age: 13
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Appearance: Tolly is small. Maybe he'll shoot up later, but now? He's just plain small. About 5'2, though he hasn't actually measured himself in a while. Though born in the North, his skin has tanned while he's lived in the southern Continent. He sports some muscle, though he's not exactly the muscle-y type. His hair is curly, and the deep black of a Northerner, which annoys him to no end on really hot Southern days, and his deep brown eyes are always lit with amusement or mischief.
While Tolly enjoys the warm weather, he's not used to it enough not to wear short clothes of light colors. This is just about what everyone can find him in, except when he's sown by the lake - which is often - where he'll have less than that on.
Personality: People have used many different words to describe Tolly, some nicer than others, but they all boil down to one word: mischievous. He's been called sneaky, cajoling, annoying, a pest, a rascal, and some other not-so-nice things. And he is an insolent little pranker. He's known for his blunt or sarcastic to the point of insolent comments, plus his tendency to prank those who have offended him. He has even been called out for his very manner; often far too casual and cocky. His personality and mannerisms makes him as many enemies as friends.
While Tolly can sometimes seem like he notices nothing beyond his own nose, the truth is this kid sees and hears a lot more than most people. He's been trained to notice everything, and his ears and eyes are sharper than most. Sometimes it may seem like he's reading your mind, but really he just notices your expressions, reactions to things, etc.
Though he can sometimes come off as a pushover, Tolly really does want to learn whatever he can to put him on top, and if it gets him a dragon, he'll learn it. Being little, he's learned he has to be good at what he can do to keep out of trouble - listen and learn, be ahead of everyone else. And run fast. Really fast.
History: Tolly was born in Fort Weyr, to Bluerider S'jenin and visiting journeywoman harper Areti. His birth had not been intended, the product of a lost Greenflight. S'jenin 's Virianth had Chased Green Daryath, and lost. S'jenin, feeling the effects of the Rise and needing sexual release, found Areti, who, unused to the common effects of Rises at a Weyr, did not protest when he urged her to sleep with him.
In the morning, however, released from the urges of the Flight, Areti was furious. She barely knew S'jenin, and insisted that he had done it without her consent, though that was hardly true. She returned to the Harper Hall in a huff. When she found out that she was with child a month later, her fury towards S'jenin rose, and as soon as the child was born, she thrust him upon the Bluerider and left, having absolutely no wish for a child.
S'jenin was not a bad man, whatever happened between him and Areti, and took in his son, christened Tolly. But he had little time to raise a 'brat, and so one of the Weyrfolk, a kindly woman named Teriesa, fostered little Tolly.
It was soon discovered, as Tolly grew older, that he was a wily one. Even as a small weyrbrat he was playing tricks on other kids, and was sometimes forced to run hard and long to escape the wrath of the older and much larger weyrbrats he had managed to offend with his loose tongue. Tolly soon learned that, as the small one, he had to stay ahead however he could, and the best way to do that was to listen and observe. He proved to be quite good, often overhearing riders speaking of things not meant for a 'brat's ears, and, with knowledge, kept himself out of too much trouble. It made Tolly feel very good to know things others didn't.
By some freak of chance, or maybe it was destiny, Tolly and Teriesa were not in Fort Weyr when the meteor hit. On a whim, Teriesa had taken Tolly to High Reaches Weyr for a day, to see Teriesa's sister, Rikia, who was a Greenrider.
They returned to devastation. Emptiness. The effects of the meteor had been felt at High Reaches, but only as earthquakes, nothing that would take away more than a few lives. But at Fort, everything was gone. The Harper and Healer Halls were in tatters. The Weyrleaders were dead. The riders were dead. S'jenin was dead. All of Tolly's boyhood friends were dead. Only those who had gone away, on sweeps, on errands, had survived. Many holds nearby had simply crumbled from the shock waves.
Even submersed in shock and grief, Teriesa was wondering Where shall we go? In the end, they ended up back at High Reaches Weyr. Eight-Turn old Tolly couldn't take it in. Everyone he knew was simply...gone. His father. His friends. He grew closer to Teriesa than ever before, as the only thing left from his past life, and disliked being away from her. It is a credit to his nature that, despite that, he did not crumble, turn in on himself. He was able to get over it, though it took the better part of four turns before anyone really considered himself his own self again. Even so, he still dislikes thinking of the terrible incident that lost him his old life.
When he was thirteen Turns old, Teriesa wanted a change. She was that kind of woman, always wanting something new, never holding on to much for very long, with the exception of Tolly. Tired of the extreme cold even worse than in Fort, she decided they move. And what was a better remedy for cold than hot? They went to the Southern Continent.
Within a year, though he was very young, Tolly was Searched for Gold Phaelith's clutch, quickly hardening on the sands. Delighted by the prospect of Impressing to the creatures he had grown up near, Tolly eagerly agreed to go. Could it have been possible for the trickster to deny this chance of a lifetime?
At Gold Phaelith's clutch's Hatching, Tolly Stood with hte rest of the candidates. Several eggs hatched before the right one finally cracked. Somehow, he managed to gace the wonderful luck to Impress to Bronze Veshrelith.
Name: Veshrelith
Type: Dragon
Color: Bronze
Age: Hatchling
Egg Lookin’ Out For You
Genealogy: Phaelith x Niketh
Appearance:
Where his bronze Clutchbrother is small, Veshrelith is massive. Reaching pas the maxiumum size that any bronze has achieved, he will sit shoulder to shoulder with Phaelith when he matures. He looks very solid for a bronze as well, making him seem much larger, especially in regards to his rather thin mother. To account for his largeness, all of his body seems to be twice the width of other bronze parts. His legs are thicker and logner, his tail bulging with muscle, his neck thick with the same. Unlike other dragons whose bulk makes them look scary, Veshrelith actually looks more knightly than anything else.
His bronze hide emulates everything that one thinks about when they consider the coloring of a bronze. Dark and shiny with green sheen, he might be the same color all over, but makes up for this ‘uninteresting’ trait by the amount of shine his hide seems to possess. Brilliant, he can be almost blindingly green in certain lights and his hide seems to be naturally glossy. As he ages, the greenish shine on his hide will darken to a foresty-green shade around his jowls and wing sails. Unlike most metallics, he won’t look any older for his age.
Personality:
Smooth and suave, this dragon could be an everyday Casanova. Of course…he probably isn’t, he’s just got a fine way with words. Where his rider will come off as blunt or overly sarcastic, Veshrelith is exactly the opposite and can charm his way in or out of anything. For, he too, has an uncanny mischevious streak. He loves to tease his Weyrmates and pull pranks on the more gullable dragons of the Weyr. Naturally, his sweet talk and even sweeter face can almost always get him out of any trouble. With his silver tongue, he hopes to get to the top of whatever he pursues, using his words to rally those around him.
If his rider isn’t quick with words, then Veshrelith certainly will be. He’s exceedingly arrogant, even for a bronze and can’t understand why everyone isn’t falling over themselves because of his wooing. And woo he will. He’s quite the ladies man and flaunts this to the extreme. Any woman can be his, gold, green, or otherwise and he’ll often stop at nothing to get what he wants. He’s got an uncanny sense of when a dragon – and dragon – will Rise and is often the first out to Chase. Still, in spite of how much he loves the ladies, some dragons just can’t get over how vain he is. And he is vain. Exceedingly. He can’t stand to be dirty, can’t stand to have his bed not swept, can’t stand to see those around him dirty as well. For all he’s cool and calm, he is a neat freak to the extreme. Even when he eats, he’ll be careful not to make a mess all over the place.
Player ID: dragoncharm
Character Number: 2nd
Anyone Recruit You? Phly
Character Info
Name: T'ly
Rank: bronze weyrling
Age: 13
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Appearance: Tolly is small. Maybe he'll shoot up later, but now? He's just plain small. About 5'2, though he hasn't actually measured himself in a while. Though born in the North, his skin has tanned while he's lived in the southern Continent. He sports some muscle, though he's not exactly the muscle-y type. His hair is curly, and the deep black of a Northerner, which annoys him to no end on really hot Southern days, and his deep brown eyes are always lit with amusement or mischief.
While Tolly enjoys the warm weather, he's not used to it enough not to wear short clothes of light colors. This is just about what everyone can find him in, except when he's sown by the lake - which is often - where he'll have less than that on.
Personality: People have used many different words to describe Tolly, some nicer than others, but they all boil down to one word: mischievous. He's been called sneaky, cajoling, annoying, a pest, a rascal, and some other not-so-nice things. And he is an insolent little pranker. He's known for his blunt or sarcastic to the point of insolent comments, plus his tendency to prank those who have offended him. He has even been called out for his very manner; often far too casual and cocky. His personality and mannerisms makes him as many enemies as friends.
While Tolly can sometimes seem like he notices nothing beyond his own nose, the truth is this kid sees and hears a lot more than most people. He's been trained to notice everything, and his ears and eyes are sharper than most. Sometimes it may seem like he's reading your mind, but really he just notices your expressions, reactions to things, etc.
Though he can sometimes come off as a pushover, Tolly really does want to learn whatever he can to put him on top, and if it gets him a dragon, he'll learn it. Being little, he's learned he has to be good at what he can do to keep out of trouble - listen and learn, be ahead of everyone else. And run fast. Really fast.
History: Tolly was born in Fort Weyr, to Bluerider S'jenin and visiting journeywoman harper Areti. His birth had not been intended, the product of a lost Greenflight. S'jenin 's Virianth had Chased Green Daryath, and lost. S'jenin, feeling the effects of the Rise and needing sexual release, found Areti, who, unused to the common effects of Rises at a Weyr, did not protest when he urged her to sleep with him.
In the morning, however, released from the urges of the Flight, Areti was furious. She barely knew S'jenin, and insisted that he had done it without her consent, though that was hardly true. She returned to the Harper Hall in a huff. When she found out that she was with child a month later, her fury towards S'jenin rose, and as soon as the child was born, she thrust him upon the Bluerider and left, having absolutely no wish for a child.
S'jenin was not a bad man, whatever happened between him and Areti, and took in his son, christened Tolly. But he had little time to raise a 'brat, and so one of the Weyrfolk, a kindly woman named Teriesa, fostered little Tolly.
It was soon discovered, as Tolly grew older, that he was a wily one. Even as a small weyrbrat he was playing tricks on other kids, and was sometimes forced to run hard and long to escape the wrath of the older and much larger weyrbrats he had managed to offend with his loose tongue. Tolly soon learned that, as the small one, he had to stay ahead however he could, and the best way to do that was to listen and observe. He proved to be quite good, often overhearing riders speaking of things not meant for a 'brat's ears, and, with knowledge, kept himself out of too much trouble. It made Tolly feel very good to know things others didn't.
By some freak of chance, or maybe it was destiny, Tolly and Teriesa were not in Fort Weyr when the meteor hit. On a whim, Teriesa had taken Tolly to High Reaches Weyr for a day, to see Teriesa's sister, Rikia, who was a Greenrider.
They returned to devastation. Emptiness. The effects of the meteor had been felt at High Reaches, but only as earthquakes, nothing that would take away more than a few lives. But at Fort, everything was gone. The Harper and Healer Halls were in tatters. The Weyrleaders were dead. The riders were dead. S'jenin was dead. All of Tolly's boyhood friends were dead. Only those who had gone away, on sweeps, on errands, had survived. Many holds nearby had simply crumbled from the shock waves.
Even submersed in shock and grief, Teriesa was wondering Where shall we go? In the end, they ended up back at High Reaches Weyr. Eight-Turn old Tolly couldn't take it in. Everyone he knew was simply...gone. His father. His friends. He grew closer to Teriesa than ever before, as the only thing left from his past life, and disliked being away from her. It is a credit to his nature that, despite that, he did not crumble, turn in on himself. He was able to get over it, though it took the better part of four turns before anyone really considered himself his own self again. Even so, he still dislikes thinking of the terrible incident that lost him his old life.
When he was thirteen Turns old, Teriesa wanted a change. She was that kind of woman, always wanting something new, never holding on to much for very long, with the exception of Tolly. Tired of the extreme cold even worse than in Fort, she decided they move. And what was a better remedy for cold than hot? They went to the Southern Continent.
Within a year, though he was very young, Tolly was Searched for Gold Phaelith's clutch, quickly hardening on the sands. Delighted by the prospect of Impressing to the creatures he had grown up near, Tolly eagerly agreed to go. Could it have been possible for the trickster to deny this chance of a lifetime?
At Gold Phaelith's clutch's Hatching, Tolly Stood with hte rest of the candidates. Several eggs hatched before the right one finally cracked. Somehow, he managed to gace the wonderful luck to Impress to Bronze Veshrelith.
Name: Veshrelith
Type: Dragon
Color: Bronze
Age: Hatchling
Egg Lookin’ Out For You
Genealogy: Phaelith x Niketh
Appearance:
Where his bronze Clutchbrother is small, Veshrelith is massive. Reaching pas the maxiumum size that any bronze has achieved, he will sit shoulder to shoulder with Phaelith when he matures. He looks very solid for a bronze as well, making him seem much larger, especially in regards to his rather thin mother. To account for his largeness, all of his body seems to be twice the width of other bronze parts. His legs are thicker and logner, his tail bulging with muscle, his neck thick with the same. Unlike other dragons whose bulk makes them look scary, Veshrelith actually looks more knightly than anything else.
His bronze hide emulates everything that one thinks about when they consider the coloring of a bronze. Dark and shiny with green sheen, he might be the same color all over, but makes up for this ‘uninteresting’ trait by the amount of shine his hide seems to possess. Brilliant, he can be almost blindingly green in certain lights and his hide seems to be naturally glossy. As he ages, the greenish shine on his hide will darken to a foresty-green shade around his jowls and wing sails. Unlike most metallics, he won’t look any older for his age.
Personality:
Smooth and suave, this dragon could be an everyday Casanova. Of course…he probably isn’t, he’s just got a fine way with words. Where his rider will come off as blunt or overly sarcastic, Veshrelith is exactly the opposite and can charm his way in or out of anything. For, he too, has an uncanny mischevious streak. He loves to tease his Weyrmates and pull pranks on the more gullable dragons of the Weyr. Naturally, his sweet talk and even sweeter face can almost always get him out of any trouble. With his silver tongue, he hopes to get to the top of whatever he pursues, using his words to rally those around him.
If his rider isn’t quick with words, then Veshrelith certainly will be. He’s exceedingly arrogant, even for a bronze and can’t understand why everyone isn’t falling over themselves because of his wooing. And woo he will. He’s quite the ladies man and flaunts this to the extreme. Any woman can be his, gold, green, or otherwise and he’ll often stop at nothing to get what he wants. He’s got an uncanny sense of when a dragon – and dragon – will Rise and is often the first out to Chase. Still, in spite of how much he loves the ladies, some dragons just can’t get over how vain he is. And he is vain. Exceedingly. He can’t stand to be dirty, can’t stand to have his bed not swept, can’t stand to see those around him dirty as well. For all he’s cool and calm, he is a neat freak to the extreme. Even when he eats, he’ll be careful not to make a mess all over the place.