Post by starshine on Jan 4, 2010 13:06:21 GMT -5
Recruitment: Blue
Email: rpicarelli@hotmail.com
Character
Name: Z'skel
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance: Face Claim Alexander Skarsgard
Z'skel like his dragon has defined features. Almond shapped ice blue eyes sit above a destinguished nose. His lips are thin and usually helt in a tight lock. His skin tone, though naturally pale, usually holds a deep tan, giving him a well baked look. Muscles are well formed from long sets of drills. His hair is naturally a light blonde made golden with the constant exposure to the sun.
Weyrmate: none currently
Children: None
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Methodical and sometimes seen as cold, Z'skel keeps to himself mostly. Few in the Weyr have made small soft spots in his heart. Those who have his favor are privey to his warmer side. Zee doesn't usually bother with getting to know many of the drudges and underlings of the weyr. He spends most of his time with his dragon or those of his wing. If he sees promise in a young rider maybe he will take the time to investigate more.
As a weyrbrat he was often cast aside by the Creche Mothers, being sited for having too much of an attitude or being a little too mean to the other weyrbrats. He was often found twisting another childs arm behind their back until the screamed uncle. Needless to say he wasn't a joy to be around. While he excelled in lessons and at physical trainings, his interactions with others were sub par. With the addition of Seth, he has slowly learned that if he doesn't have something nice or constructive to say, its better left between the two of them.
Hobbies/Skills: Excellent at speed running, and swimming. Does well with formation flying and when in the right mindset, can explain drills well. Personal communication skills are lacking.
Pets: N/A
History: Born and raised in the Weyr, Zaskel has no idea who his parents are. A good guess would probably tell you they were riders though there is no way to be sure. (Someone should really record these things.) Either way, he was brought up along side the other Weyr brats. The Creche mothers did their best to keep up with him and his rapidly changing attitude and behavior. Even as a child, alone amoung many, he dreamed of sky. He would sneak out of the dorms at night and make his way to the black lake where he would spend hours looking and watching. Observing the stars and imagining the wind, the push of wings, and he knew what he had to have.
There was one woman whom he responded to well. An young drudge who was patient and kind, Kesstrille saw past his rough and tumble exterior. She grew to be like his mother and in time he has found a soft spot for those in her family. The tragedy that struck her young daughter and her three children, merely fueled the raging fire that is his personality.
By his teen years he had learned to stifle his flaming temper and sharp tongue, and adopted a more brooding manor. Though there are some that can make him smile, he usually appears to be dark. Several rounds of candidate lessons had sullied him to a bored and eager young adult. Not impressing was not an option for him. All of those nights, spend dreaming about having a dragon, forming that bond, and feeling the rush of flight. At his final hatching, standing among the young hopeful candidates, Zaskel stood to the side. Hope for impression was wearing thin for this eldest candidate and he was loosing his grip. Weight distributed from his left foot to his right, attempting to dull the searing heat of the sand.
His sky blue eyes were fixed on a large egg, yards away from the others. It too was alone, set apart somehow. Different. Its exterior whirled with different shades of brown and bronze. Fierce eyes scanned its surface as the first crack appeared. Within minutes the egg had split down the center revieling a light skinned bronze. Large in size it lumbered its way through the sand to the waiting candidates. The dragonet in its hurry to see each face stumbled at Zaskel's feet. The youth bent down and pressed a hand to the nose of the dragon. Z'skel, I am Seth. I am hungry and must eat soon.[/color]
The boy stood simply staring at the large bronze that had approached him. After several moments of being lost in the multifacetted eyes the Seth repeated his original plea. Z'skel, please, I am very hungry, may we eat now?[/color]With a start the boy annouced his dragons name, a smile flashing past his lips before he hastily lead the dragon to the waiting food supply.
Dragon Info
Name: Seth
Age: 2
Color: Bronze
Clutch: 1186~Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: His coloration is light, almost a burnt almond tone which is pretty consistant throughtout. Seth's features are harsh or feirce, with intense eyes. His neck is long giving him a lithe fast appearance, limbs being well formed he has had an advantage in weyrgames. His eye ridges are well defined. He stands a good sized bronze.
His color darkens over his eye ridges, and along the slender bones of his wings. giving him a sometimes two toned appearance.
Personality: Much like his rider, Seth keeps mostly to himself, though he seems to have manners. Born with a sense of respect for other dragons and their riders, he has taught Z'skel that reguardless of a persons ability, they are still to be treated as he himself would like to be treated.
History:Much like every other dragon, Seth came into exsistence with a ravonous hunger that nearly consumed him. As he stumbed across the hot sands toward the waiting candidates his mind roamed wildly until he was summed to focus by youthful looking boy.
Z'skel, I am Seth. I am hungry and must eat soon.[/color]
The boy stood simply staring at the large bronze that had approached him. After several moments of being lost in the multifacetted eyes the Seth repeated his original plea.
Z'skel, please, I am very hungry, may we eat now?[/color]
With a start the boy annouced his dragons name, a smile flashing past his lips before he hastily lead the dragon to the waiting food supply.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
Email: rpicarelli@hotmail.com
Character
Name: Z'skel
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance: Face Claim Alexander Skarsgard
Z'skel like his dragon has defined features. Almond shapped ice blue eyes sit above a destinguished nose. His lips are thin and usually helt in a tight lock. His skin tone, though naturally pale, usually holds a deep tan, giving him a well baked look. Muscles are well formed from long sets of drills. His hair is naturally a light blonde made golden with the constant exposure to the sun.
Weyrmate: none currently
Children: None
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Methodical and sometimes seen as cold, Z'skel keeps to himself mostly. Few in the Weyr have made small soft spots in his heart. Those who have his favor are privey to his warmer side. Zee doesn't usually bother with getting to know many of the drudges and underlings of the weyr. He spends most of his time with his dragon or those of his wing. If he sees promise in a young rider maybe he will take the time to investigate more.
As a weyrbrat he was often cast aside by the Creche Mothers, being sited for having too much of an attitude or being a little too mean to the other weyrbrats. He was often found twisting another childs arm behind their back until the screamed uncle. Needless to say he wasn't a joy to be around. While he excelled in lessons and at physical trainings, his interactions with others were sub par. With the addition of Seth, he has slowly learned that if he doesn't have something nice or constructive to say, its better left between the two of them.
Hobbies/Skills: Excellent at speed running, and swimming. Does well with formation flying and when in the right mindset, can explain drills well. Personal communication skills are lacking.
Pets: N/A
History: Born and raised in the Weyr, Zaskel has no idea who his parents are. A good guess would probably tell you they were riders though there is no way to be sure. (Someone should really record these things.) Either way, he was brought up along side the other Weyr brats. The Creche mothers did their best to keep up with him and his rapidly changing attitude and behavior. Even as a child, alone amoung many, he dreamed of sky. He would sneak out of the dorms at night and make his way to the black lake where he would spend hours looking and watching. Observing the stars and imagining the wind, the push of wings, and he knew what he had to have.
There was one woman whom he responded to well. An young drudge who was patient and kind, Kesstrille saw past his rough and tumble exterior. She grew to be like his mother and in time he has found a soft spot for those in her family. The tragedy that struck her young daughter and her three children, merely fueled the raging fire that is his personality.
By his teen years he had learned to stifle his flaming temper and sharp tongue, and adopted a more brooding manor. Though there are some that can make him smile, he usually appears to be dark. Several rounds of candidate lessons had sullied him to a bored and eager young adult. Not impressing was not an option for him. All of those nights, spend dreaming about having a dragon, forming that bond, and feeling the rush of flight. At his final hatching, standing among the young hopeful candidates, Zaskel stood to the side. Hope for impression was wearing thin for this eldest candidate and he was loosing his grip. Weight distributed from his left foot to his right, attempting to dull the searing heat of the sand.
His sky blue eyes were fixed on a large egg, yards away from the others. It too was alone, set apart somehow. Different. Its exterior whirled with different shades of brown and bronze. Fierce eyes scanned its surface as the first crack appeared. Within minutes the egg had split down the center revieling a light skinned bronze. Large in size it lumbered its way through the sand to the waiting candidates. The dragonet in its hurry to see each face stumbled at Zaskel's feet. The youth bent down and pressed a hand to the nose of the dragon. Z'skel, I am Seth. I am hungry and must eat soon.[/color]
The boy stood simply staring at the large bronze that had approached him. After several moments of being lost in the multifacetted eyes the Seth repeated his original plea. Z'skel, please, I am very hungry, may we eat now?[/color]With a start the boy annouced his dragons name, a smile flashing past his lips before he hastily lead the dragon to the waiting food supply.
Dragon Info
Name: Seth
Age: 2
Color: Bronze
Clutch: 1186~Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: His coloration is light, almost a burnt almond tone which is pretty consistant throughtout. Seth's features are harsh or feirce, with intense eyes. His neck is long giving him a lithe fast appearance, limbs being well formed he has had an advantage in weyrgames. His eye ridges are well defined. He stands a good sized bronze.
His color darkens over his eye ridges, and along the slender bones of his wings. giving him a sometimes two toned appearance.
Personality: Much like his rider, Seth keeps mostly to himself, though he seems to have manners. Born with a sense of respect for other dragons and their riders, he has taught Z'skel that reguardless of a persons ability, they are still to be treated as he himself would like to be treated.
History:Much like every other dragon, Seth came into exsistence with a ravonous hunger that nearly consumed him. As he stumbed across the hot sands toward the waiting candidates his mind roamed wildly until he was summed to focus by youthful looking boy.
Z'skel, I am Seth. I am hungry and must eat soon.[/color]
The boy stood simply staring at the large bronze that had approached him. After several moments of being lost in the multifacetted eyes the Seth repeated his original plea.
Z'skel, please, I am very hungry, may we eat now?[/color]
With a start the boy annouced his dragons name, a smile flashing past his lips before he hastily lead the dragon to the waiting food supply.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
