Post by hrsegrl on Oct 16, 2009 8:08:57 GMT -5
Recruitment: Blue and I go way back to a different time at Ponaa
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Character
Name: Evalos; Ev'os
Rank: Weyrleader
Gender: male
Age: 22 turns
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: (Face Claim: James Franco)
He is not so tall for a young man of twenty, standing about one inch under six feet tall. Evalos is a wiry youth with a more thinly athletic build much like someone who runs would have. His eyes are dark brown, like his father but his hair is from his mother’s side though even darker than she is known to have.
His dark expression is often made less so with his well shaped lips and high cheekbones. When he smiles, dimples are visible on either side of his face. The smirks he makes can be charming, seductive, cruel and even give one a sense of fear. This may have something to do with how his lips correlate with the expression in his eyes.
His nose is neither narrow nor wide though it is much like that of his father. His eyebrows are set apart about an eyes width and are mostly straight with longer hairs thinning out as they approach his nose. Eyelashes are long and lush so much so that women could wish they possessed them instead. They too are a dark brown color like his curling hair.
Despite being the second son, he was much scrutinized by his father. As such he takes pride in how he looks and what he wears. He would not be caught dead wearing something that was unacceptable or mismatched. At times his face can be a little scruffy but he quickly remedies that with a shave.
Family:
His biological family is unknown to him. His natural mother died in childbed and he only found out he was fostered after the flight for Weyrleadership.
Foster Family
Father: E’valn (49 turns), rider of Brown Sartoth (1151: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Proud and confident, E’valn would be more what is expected in a Bronze rider than a Brown. He is a demanding man, expecting much from those around him and himself. A seeker of perfection, he is a tightly wound coil. Born Earvaln, he has lived his whole life in the Weyr and expects the rest of his family to do so. And in his mind, that is the highest honor a man can achieve while performing in his duties.
Mother: Sahrah (56 turns) Weyr Cook
A dreamer and a passionate woman, Sahrah had a huge impact on E’dian’s life, far more so than his distant father. Despite a coolness between her and her Weyrmate, she and E’valn have stayed loyal to each other for nearly 35 years. She believes strongly in her offspring and her mate and will go to no ends to do what needs to support them.
Sisters:
Parah (40 turns) Weyr Drudge
Much like her mother, Parah loves the simple things in life. Being a surrogate mother has been the highlight of her life and she fosters many of the Weyr’s brats.
Lyrah (30 turns) Weyr Drudge
An extremely quiet individual, unless one bumps into Lyrah she is unlikely to be noticed at all. This is exactly how she likes it, she helps as much as she can with the healing of the dragons and humans of the Weyr, but she lacks the skill to become a full fledged healer.
Brother: E'dian (31 turns) Weyrsecond, Rider of Bronze Xialanth (1171: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Charismatic and brilliant, E'dian is little like the rest of his family. Evalos is less like him and more like his father.
Weyrmate: Weyrwoman Iaslia (18 turns) rider of Gold Nisurath
Even at her young age, E'dian's precocious daughter has a temper that flares all too often. Prone to getting into trouble, she needs at least two pairs of eyes on her at all times.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
Perhaps not the golden boy his father believes him to be, Ev'os is an opposite of his brother E’dian or at least seems that way. As his father is wound tighter than a magnet’s coil so is Ev'os. As a child his father took great care in making sure he received the best of the best and as such he has come to expect it in his daily life. The worst qualities and the best qualities of his parents have mixed within him and made him into what could be called a paradox.
He is arrogant to the point where it offends other people and rather than back down when he is called out for it, he starts fights. He would rather fight than lie back and let someone else tell him what to do. Ev'os believes himself to be right in almost everything and will never ever back down from what he believes. As such he can be the most loyal companion or one’s worst enemy. He sees himself as above scrutiny by others and is therefore as close to perfection that you will ever know.
Nothing can shake his resolve once he has set out to do something, while some call this stubborn, he prefers to think of it as perseverance. He is not fond of change and probably never will be. If something is working fine the way it is why change it? All these new ideas that his brother has for the Weyr are to him, meaningless. Tradition works and has always been there. It is a tried and true method. He’d much rather review the faults in others than agree that anything is wrong with him.
Ev'os is a skilled liar and a rather fun storyteller. Most people would believe anything that came out of his handsome mouth. Witty and charming when in a good mood, he seems to be everything a rider ought to be only without a dragon. A fact that often wounds his ego and causes fights, he’s not sure why he has not impressed yet. He can be moody and brooding at times but they are usual when he is alone. He would not want to seem the sulky teenager now that he is an adult.
When it comes to romantic relationships Ev'os is not one to kiss and tell. Women, in his opinion, should be treated with the utmost respect and chivalry. He rarely involves himself with women as they tend to complicate his life to a point where he’d rather not have to deal with life at all. He prefers his solitude, although he is not antisocial. In fact he is great with people even young children. He suspects his mother has something to do with this but he says nothing.
Despite his fondness for bubbly pies, Ev'os is unable to eat them often. Too much sugar makes him sick. He likes klah and meat rolls though he’d take a roast herdbeast for dinner any day. In the winter he is more apt to be drinking klah since it is cooler. The night hearth is one of his favorite places to think but not his only favorite place. The others are small, quiet sections of the lower caverns where few tread. He doesn’t always dwell in dark corridors but don’t be surprised if you see him in one.
Hobbies/Skills: Reading, writing, storytelling, spreading gossip about people he dislikes, teasing the deadglows who like his neice... among other things.
Pets: Evalos would prefer to have a dragon than a pet
History:
When his parents were given a second son, E’valn was ecstatic. Though his son E’dian was already eleven it was clear that he would never match up to his father’s expectations of a son. This time was different. Evalos was a strong boy from the get go. When his mother told him to do something he often did the opposite. He learned to walk faster than any of his siblings and it was easy to see that his father doted on him like no one else.
It was his father who taught him all about dragons, especially his brown, Sartoth. The young boy was spoiled and given whatever he desired whenever he wanted. It was not long before he was getting into fights in the Creche. This bothered his mother but his father was mainly concerned with the who won aspect than why there was a fight to begin with. Often Evalos could twist the story into making it sound like he was a victim and then stood up for himself fighting a boy twice his age and knocking him out.
Oh yes, he could spin a tale. He learned early and quickly reading and writing, though writing was hardest for him. His letters often seem a bit like chicken scratch. His father never found fault with him even if he was less attentive in his lessons than his siblings. As a Weyrbrat he was never at a loss for a friend. He had dozens though whether any of them truly knew the real him was less certain. Evalos had a new best friend every day which was tiring for anyone to keep up with so most people stopped trying to figure it out.
At fourteen he was permitted to stand at the Hatching but he ruined his chance by getting into a fight and was thus punished for the next two Hatchings. During this time he grew moody and his anger showed through in everything he did. The youth soon was ready to stand again and the day before the Hatching he fell and sprained his ankle trying to help get a herdbeast into a pen. At seventeen he finally stood for his first Hatching only to be disappointed.
While his father saw this merely as a bump in the road, Evalos wondered if he never impressed what his father would think then. Did he really care what the man thought? His own opinion should matter most. That was what he decided that day. When he was eighteen and nineteen he came away from the sands empty handed. Another man might have tried a craft after so many hatchings however, Evalos believed he was meant to ride a dragon and he would continue to believe that so long as he lived.
During his Candidacy in his 20th turn, Evalos did find himself in the bed of a greenrider. He had avoided any type of intimacies with women for a couple turns, hoping that would make it easier when it came time to be a Weyrling. Wine played a rather large role in all this though he wondered if this was going to come back and bite him later on. Hopefully Estess was not the type to get emotional over one night affairs.
That same turn, Aliath was flown by his brother's Bronze Xialanth and with a little bit of luck he was able to stand for the clutch. Evalos knew this was his last chance but he did not falter in his belief that he belonged on a dragon clearing the skies of the pernicious silver threads that threatened organic life. So when the day of the Hatching arrived he was ecstatic, though he hid it well. This was the day his life was going to change!
He stood among the other candidates as the first egg shook violently and broke. The Bronze inside was arrogant just to look at him. He was a strong dragon both mentally and physically and Evalos found himself mentally cheering the Bronze on. It was only after the dragon had pushed many other boys out of the way that the swirling red eyes met brown ones. Ev'os. I have been waiting for you. I am Rovanoth.
And thus they entered into the uncertain turns of weyrling training. The time of a dragon's life that is most dangerous is Weyrling Training. Unfortunately Rovanoth had to undergo surgery as a young Weyrling. The Bronze made a full recovery so much so that he can still fly Between without a problem.
When the Weyrlings were several months old, they were sent Between times to grow up. WeyrlingMaster N'sian did not return from one of his trips to get supplies, thus Ev'os and Iaslia took control of the mission and trained themselves and the other Weyrlings, along with running the day to day chores. This practice leading situation actually helped him rather than hurt him. He could be leader and he could still treat his riders decently. The other wing better watch out though.
It was during this time away that Ev'os and Iaslia became close. Almost too close for some people's taste considering they were supposedly related. When the time came to go back they had agreed that Rovanoth was not to fly Nisurath and though Ev'os was under the impression his Bronze would obey this thought he found himself caught up in the goldflight instead.
Rovanoth won and now, Ev'os was Weyrleader of the last Weyr on Pern. The downside was what to do about the relationship with Iaslia. The next day he went down to the Weyrhall only to find out that he was fostered. His mother had died in childbed and Sahrah had lost her child as it was born. So they had taken up with one another. No one was the wiser except his father. That no one had mentioned his true heritage before, truly shocked him at first but at the same time he had been raised well and loved by his father despite not being biological. At the Weyr this sort of thing was not that strange.
Now he must concern himself with the future of the Weyr. Most importantly who would be the next Weyrlingmaster? And if he gave that position to whom he wanted to then who would be the new Wingleader for Alpha Wing?
Dragon
Name: Rovanoth
Age: 2 (Between times for 1.5 Turns)
Color: Bronze
Clutch: 1188: Gold Aliath by Bronze Xialanth
Appearance: Rovanoth is a strong hatchling. His body is well proportioned with all parts in the right place and the right size. He is a bright bronze, like his father, but closer to the classic shade with green darkening along his joints and wings.
Personality: The Bronze is as arrogant as they come and a little bit more like his rider than anyone would care to admit. He is a stubborn dragon and always believes himself to be right. Where greens and Golds are concerned he can be charming and chivalrous. However, male dragons are lucky if he spends a moment even talking to them, they are all beneath him. In fact the only dragon he spends any amount of time chatting with is Nisurath.
History:
Everyone in the cavern did not fail to gasp as a large egg rocked violently to the side and cracked. The whole top side of the egg shattered off, oh yes this one wanted out. His proud defiant head was seen by the crowd first. And as he roared out in his hoarse, little voice, not one thought he sounded like a newborn hatchling. He shook his head and stepped carefully out of the remnants of his shell, tail lashing around and scattering the remaining pieces.
As his hide glistened under the light of hundreds of glows, everyone could see now what he was. A fine, strong hatchling, everything in the right place and if the arrogant tilt of his head did not give him away his rapidly drying hide did. Ah, bronze. He was a bright bronze, like his father, but closer to the classic shade with green darkening along his joints and wings.
He stayed where he was till he was solid on his feet and stared the long line of Candidates down. Oh no, there was no stumbling for this one. His brother meanwhile pushed past several of the boys and locked his red whirling eyes with a tall lad.
Ev'os. I have been waiting for you. I am Rovanoth.
Weyrlinghood went by quickly but not out of dullness.
Rovanoth had surgery when he was only one month old and recovered just in time to go Between times for the rest of their Weyrlinghood. (After Gaelle and Aliath's deaths)
Then the day they came back Nisurath rose and Rovanoth gave chase despite his rider's wishes.
Rovanoth won and now is the best dragon in the Weyr other than his best dragon friend, Nisurath.
Weyrling Class:
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