Post by starshine on Oct 12, 2009 12:48:12 GMT -5
Email: rpicarelli@hotmail.com. AIM: Starburst833
Character
Name: A'rik (Erik)
Rank: Candidatemaster
Gender: Male
Age: 22 turns
Appearance:
As a child A'rik's hair was very light and had an almost chick fuzz texture. As he aged it darkened to a hue closer to honey wheat. He generally wears it cut very short, as it is much easier to take care of. His eyes have remained the same as his mothers, a brilliant green with just a few flecks of blue around the center. They are generally kind with a sparkle to them.
Being the oldest of a large brood, A'rik tends to stand with authority. His fantastic sense of humor stands with him however, never one to pass up on a joke. He's got a smile that can light up a room. He knows when to take a situation seriously. Every step he takes has a meaning behind it.
He stands tall at 6'1'', with a stocky build. He tends to stick to darker colors for his clothing preferences. Clean lines and knits that fit close to the body without the feeling of choking are his usual style. His knees have two shaped pink ovals, permanent burns from Pantoth’s hatching. They don’t bother him really. And they are rarely seen by anyone.
::oooo a piece of candy!.::
Family:
Paternal Grandfather M'el (deceased) Rider of Brown Tranianth (1133: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Forzenth)
Maternal Grandmother Windstal(65) Apprentice Healer
Father C'san (42 turns) Rider of Blue Gelenth (1164: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Mother Casna (deceased) Rider of Green Kiranuth (1164: Gold Arizith/Bronze Birath)
Siblings (by various other mothers or other fathers)
Caradi, sister, 20 turns, Apprentice Healer
Darlene, sister, 19 turns, Apprentice Harper
Darrell, sister, 14 turns, Candidate
Merrick, brother 16 turns, Apprentice Guard
Twins Kevvin, and Kellen, brothers, 12 turns Candidates
Marlee, sister 8 turns, weyrbrat
Jessleene, sister 5 turns, weyrbrat
Uncles
Geoff, 46 turns, father’s brother, Weaver
Warrwen, 39 turns, mother’s brother, Cook
Aunts
Bethreal, 42, mother’s sister, Master Baker
Paratha, 40 turns, mother’s sister, Drudge
Cathereene, 41 turns, father’s sister, Drudge
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
A’rik has talent. He’s cool minded and easy going. He knows when to take a situation seriously, yet knows when to crack a joke. He has a smile that can light up a room, and will often times use it to get him-self out of trouble. With an over-all cool demeanor he’s easy to talk to and has been known to give good advice, though he rarely follows it.
Ever playful, one of his favorite pastimes is to wrestle with the other boys. During his candidate days and well into his Weyrlinghood, he was known to take other by surprise, tackling them to the ground just for the hell of it. This was always meant in jest, and never to be harmful. That is not to be taken to mean he isn’t useful in a fight. A’rik can hold his own both with his hands and in the air.
Approachable and sweet, A’rik tends to bend when needed to. He gets along well with the weyrbrats, mostly because he allows them to beat him up. (playfully of course) Candidates and Weyrlings know they can ask him pretty much anything and get an honest answer. Even about those questions they think no one else has.
Hobbies/Skills: He can read, write, and even sing a little. Though not many people would find his voice melodic, it is none the less entertaining. He can be a bit of a ham. He enjoys riding, and going along for search flights. He has shown a little talent for cooking, he enjoys experimenting with food. Keen eyesight makes him a likely target for Watch Duty.
Pets: None
History: A’rik has grown up in Ponaa. It is as much a part of him as Pantoth. His parents also had their beginings in Ponaa, as did their parents. His grandfather was tough as nails, a level headed brown rider with a hide to match. His grandmother has the talent for healing like no other. A talent passed only to her granddaughter, Caradi. Her father and mother had grown up together. Known each other their whole lives. A'rik is a product of Kiranuth's first mating rise. The firey blue Gelenth won her. Matching Casna and C'san for what would turn into a rocky yet tender romance.
A calm baby, he was generally a delight to handle. He wouldn't cry much, and had a laugh that could make even the hardest of hearts melt. When he was no more then two his little sister Caradi joined the world. She was the spitting image of her older brother. Fluffy blonde hair and bright green eyes. The pair were inseperable.
She followed him everywhere. The additions of the others while eventful didn't mean as much to him as Caradi's. As a weyrbrat he got along with everyone. Play fighting and paling around with the boys, giving little mind to the girls. It wasn't until he reached candidate classes did he really focus. He excelled at school. Having neat penmenship and quickly mastering reading. He was gifted at letter writing and was even a talented athlete.
At 16, he stood with his good friends, the other candidates for the hatching of 1180. It would prove to be Arizath's second to last clutch. He knelt in the sand, its heat seared into the skin of his knees. Still he did not stand. Eyes closed tight he felt the small dark dragon within, its heart beating fast. He remained on his knees eyes closed until he heard it. The cracking of the egg, and the gentle thud of the dragons body on the soft hot sand. Pantoth had chosen him.
Even now he enjoys spending time with all of his siblings. Caradi is always eger to show him a new healing technique she has learned. The girl is well on her way to becoming a master healer. Darlene, with her voice like a dove, comes to him with songs to learn. She finds humor in his lack of tone.
The death of his mother was hard on A'rik, and harder still on his siblings and father. For Windstal losing her daughter was fuel for a fire she herself didnt know was burning. The woman though in greif, has devoted herself to finding new ways combat threadburn. A'rik has taken a slightly less constructive path with his greaving. He tends to take a few moments to himself each morning. Or he locks the feelings away, where only Pan can reach them.
Dragon
Name: Pantoth
Age: 6 turns
Color: Brown
Clutch: 1180: Gold Arizath/ Bronze Birath
Hatching order: 2nd of 2 Browns, 12th of 15 total.
Appearance: Small for a brown, he is quick and nimble. Pan's hide is a rich mahogany color, with a nearly even tone throughout. It lightens though from a deep mahogany to a rich klah then finally to a very nice tan on the tip of his nose, his chest, the tips of his wings and the every end of his tail. Its almost as if the color hadn’t reached the outskirts of his being when he hatched.
His hide is softer then most dragons, with a slight supple nape to it. Like a fine suede. He takes great care of his hide (though most of that can be credited to A’rik). He has a kind face, with large eyes (even by dragon standards). The end of his nose comes to a gentle point. It makes him seem approachable.
Personality: And approachable he is. Much like his rider, Pantoth has an exceptional sense of humor. He has the good sense to know when times are serious but generally has a kindly and chipper attitude. He is level headed, as is his rider, and understanding. He can sense when others around him are in different moods, and while he doesn’t let those moods affect him, he makes every attempt to assist.
Calm hearted and gentle spirited, he enjoys playing in the lake. Nothing makes him happier then being oiled by A’rik. There is something about the boy’s touch, likewise can be said about the reverse of that. The two are crazy about each other.
History:
The boy didn’t stand as the others did, he knelt beside the egg, letting his mind feel it. The sand beneath him seared into his knees, he held his position. The fast beating heart encased within the thick shell. The fight going on within was noticeable from the outside. The egg moved, it rocked and trembled, it cracked and quacked. The boy’s heart sped up. His eyes darted under his lids. Before it was even hatched he knew.
Its.. so.. warm.. Inside the cramped quarters of the egg, the small dark colored dragon pushed against his prison. From within he could sense the boy’s presence. But its time to be free… he’s waiting. He pushed harder, wiggled and kicked against the walls until they finally broke away and he flopped out into the sand. Wetness picked up grains of sand, leaving tan patterns on his klah colored hide. The dragon inched toward the boy, heavy wings slowing him down.
The teenager’s eyes were racing inside his lids, his heart was beating faster then it ever had. His knees throbbed with the heat. His mind went through every emotion. When he heard the crackling of the egg breaking and the wet thump hit the sand before him, his eyes shot open. They fell upon a brown hatchling, feeble in his first moments of life. He reached forward, placing a hand gently between the eyes of the brown.
A’rik, I am Pantoth. You are meant to be mine.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
Character
Name: A'rik (Erik)
Rank: Candidatemaster
Gender: Male
Age: 22 turns
Appearance:
As a child A'rik's hair was very light and had an almost chick fuzz texture. As he aged it darkened to a hue closer to honey wheat. He generally wears it cut very short, as it is much easier to take care of. His eyes have remained the same as his mothers, a brilliant green with just a few flecks of blue around the center. They are generally kind with a sparkle to them.
Being the oldest of a large brood, A'rik tends to stand with authority. His fantastic sense of humor stands with him however, never one to pass up on a joke. He's got a smile that can light up a room. He knows when to take a situation seriously. Every step he takes has a meaning behind it.
He stands tall at 6'1'', with a stocky build. He tends to stick to darker colors for his clothing preferences. Clean lines and knits that fit close to the body without the feeling of choking are his usual style. His knees have two shaped pink ovals, permanent burns from Pantoth’s hatching. They don’t bother him really. And they are rarely seen by anyone.
::oooo a piece of candy!.::
Family:
Paternal Grandfather M'el (deceased) Rider of Brown Tranianth (1133: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Forzenth)
Maternal Grandmother Windstal(65) Apprentice Healer
Father C'san (42 turns) Rider of Blue Gelenth (1164: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Mother Casna (deceased) Rider of Green Kiranuth (1164: Gold Arizith/Bronze Birath)
Siblings (by various other mothers or other fathers)
Caradi, sister, 20 turns, Apprentice Healer
Darlene, sister, 19 turns, Apprentice Harper
Darrell, sister, 14 turns, Candidate
Merrick, brother 16 turns, Apprentice Guard
Twins Kevvin, and Kellen, brothers, 12 turns Candidates
Marlee, sister 8 turns, weyrbrat
Jessleene, sister 5 turns, weyrbrat
Uncles
Geoff, 46 turns, father’s brother, Weaver
Warrwen, 39 turns, mother’s brother, Cook
Aunts
Bethreal, 42, mother’s sister, Master Baker
Paratha, 40 turns, mother’s sister, Drudge
Cathereene, 41 turns, father’s sister, Drudge
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
A’rik has talent. He’s cool minded and easy going. He knows when to take a situation seriously, yet knows when to crack a joke. He has a smile that can light up a room, and will often times use it to get him-self out of trouble. With an over-all cool demeanor he’s easy to talk to and has been known to give good advice, though he rarely follows it.
Ever playful, one of his favorite pastimes is to wrestle with the other boys. During his candidate days and well into his Weyrlinghood, he was known to take other by surprise, tackling them to the ground just for the hell of it. This was always meant in jest, and never to be harmful. That is not to be taken to mean he isn’t useful in a fight. A’rik can hold his own both with his hands and in the air.
Approachable and sweet, A’rik tends to bend when needed to. He gets along well with the weyrbrats, mostly because he allows them to beat him up. (playfully of course) Candidates and Weyrlings know they can ask him pretty much anything and get an honest answer. Even about those questions they think no one else has.
Hobbies/Skills: He can read, write, and even sing a little. Though not many people would find his voice melodic, it is none the less entertaining. He can be a bit of a ham. He enjoys riding, and going along for search flights. He has shown a little talent for cooking, he enjoys experimenting with food. Keen eyesight makes him a likely target for Watch Duty.
Pets: None
History: A’rik has grown up in Ponaa. It is as much a part of him as Pantoth. His parents also had their beginings in Ponaa, as did their parents. His grandfather was tough as nails, a level headed brown rider with a hide to match. His grandmother has the talent for healing like no other. A talent passed only to her granddaughter, Caradi. Her father and mother had grown up together. Known each other their whole lives. A'rik is a product of Kiranuth's first mating rise. The firey blue Gelenth won her. Matching Casna and C'san for what would turn into a rocky yet tender romance.
A calm baby, he was generally a delight to handle. He wouldn't cry much, and had a laugh that could make even the hardest of hearts melt. When he was no more then two his little sister Caradi joined the world. She was the spitting image of her older brother. Fluffy blonde hair and bright green eyes. The pair were inseperable.
She followed him everywhere. The additions of the others while eventful didn't mean as much to him as Caradi's. As a weyrbrat he got along with everyone. Play fighting and paling around with the boys, giving little mind to the girls. It wasn't until he reached candidate classes did he really focus. He excelled at school. Having neat penmenship and quickly mastering reading. He was gifted at letter writing and was even a talented athlete.
At 16, he stood with his good friends, the other candidates for the hatching of 1180. It would prove to be Arizath's second to last clutch. He knelt in the sand, its heat seared into the skin of his knees. Still he did not stand. Eyes closed tight he felt the small dark dragon within, its heart beating fast. He remained on his knees eyes closed until he heard it. The cracking of the egg, and the gentle thud of the dragons body on the soft hot sand. Pantoth had chosen him.
Even now he enjoys spending time with all of his siblings. Caradi is always eger to show him a new healing technique she has learned. The girl is well on her way to becoming a master healer. Darlene, with her voice like a dove, comes to him with songs to learn. She finds humor in his lack of tone.
The death of his mother was hard on A'rik, and harder still on his siblings and father. For Windstal losing her daughter was fuel for a fire she herself didnt know was burning. The woman though in greif, has devoted herself to finding new ways combat threadburn. A'rik has taken a slightly less constructive path with his greaving. He tends to take a few moments to himself each morning. Or he locks the feelings away, where only Pan can reach them.
Dragon
Name: Pantoth
Age: 6 turns
Color: Brown
Clutch: 1180: Gold Arizath/ Bronze Birath
Hatching order: 2nd of 2 Browns, 12th of 15 total.
Appearance: Small for a brown, he is quick and nimble. Pan's hide is a rich mahogany color, with a nearly even tone throughout. It lightens though from a deep mahogany to a rich klah then finally to a very nice tan on the tip of his nose, his chest, the tips of his wings and the every end of his tail. Its almost as if the color hadn’t reached the outskirts of his being when he hatched.
His hide is softer then most dragons, with a slight supple nape to it. Like a fine suede. He takes great care of his hide (though most of that can be credited to A’rik). He has a kind face, with large eyes (even by dragon standards). The end of his nose comes to a gentle point. It makes him seem approachable.
Personality: And approachable he is. Much like his rider, Pantoth has an exceptional sense of humor. He has the good sense to know when times are serious but generally has a kindly and chipper attitude. He is level headed, as is his rider, and understanding. He can sense when others around him are in different moods, and while he doesn’t let those moods affect him, he makes every attempt to assist.
Calm hearted and gentle spirited, he enjoys playing in the lake. Nothing makes him happier then being oiled by A’rik. There is something about the boy’s touch, likewise can be said about the reverse of that. The two are crazy about each other.
History:
The boy didn’t stand as the others did, he knelt beside the egg, letting his mind feel it. The sand beneath him seared into his knees, he held his position. The fast beating heart encased within the thick shell. The fight going on within was noticeable from the outside. The egg moved, it rocked and trembled, it cracked and quacked. The boy’s heart sped up. His eyes darted under his lids. Before it was even hatched he knew.
Its.. so.. warm.. Inside the cramped quarters of the egg, the small dark colored dragon pushed against his prison. From within he could sense the boy’s presence. But its time to be free… he’s waiting. He pushed harder, wiggled and kicked against the walls until they finally broke away and he flopped out into the sand. Wetness picked up grains of sand, leaving tan patterns on his klah colored hide. The dragon inched toward the boy, heavy wings slowing him down.
The teenager’s eyes were racing inside his lids, his heart was beating faster then it ever had. His knees throbbed with the heat. His mind went through every emotion. When he heard the crackling of the egg breaking and the wet thump hit the sand before him, his eyes shot open. They fell upon a brown hatchling, feeble in his first moments of life. He reached forward, placing a hand gently between the eyes of the brown.
A’rik, I am Pantoth. You are meant to be mine.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
