Post by wonder123 on Nov 13, 2009 21:22:44 GMT -5
Character
Name: V'rant (Vorant)
Rank: Searchrider
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: V'rant breaks even at a clean 6'0, fairly average in the Weyr, which always seemed to harbor giants. His light brown eyes seem to dance in the light, forever looking like they are in on a joke you aren't. Thin lips are are found most of the time parted in a full-toothed grin, or holding tight in an effort to hold back laughter at the most inappropriate time. No, your mother's illness is horrible, not funny at all.
His hair is naturally dark brown, almost black in some areas. In the summer though, out in the blazing sunshine, streaks of almost blonde tend to form. If he's got enough hair at the time, that is. When V'rant is clothed, he isn't one to fuss over fabric. Give him a fitted tunic and a regular pair of boots any ol' day.
Family:
V'salt, brown rider. Deceased at 43.
Raiina, green rider. Deceased at 35.
Various half-brothers and sisters.
Sexual Orientation: Everyone's fair game!
Personality: From the moment he found out what his arms and legs were for, he was off exploring his surroundings. At first this was his mother's weyr and the Weyr creche. Eventually it grew to the Weyr at large (did you know about the tunnel leading from the kitchens to the secondary hatching ground? how about the one from the old records room to outside the stables?), and dark corners lovers liked to frequent.
Lovers. Puberty was a blessing to a young man who found his eyes contantly following all the beautiful people around him.
V'rant feels most comfortable on the move or finding something (one, place) new. He's always a friendly face in these serious times.
Hobbies/Skills: V'rant enjoys long walks, candelight dinners, conversations that carry on through the night. And when he's not trying to get in your pants, he likes the occassional game of dragon poker and getting drunk.
Pets: V'rant's the kind of guy who will feed any sort of creature he stumbles upon. He's everyone's friend.
History: Weyr-born and bred. And that's the way V'rant likes it.
He was the product, like many, of a greenflight. Both of his parents were fairly easy-going, and while both each already had a Weyrmate (in his mother's case, Weyrmates), V'rant found his childhood a happy one with both parents involved. His first ride on dragon back happened before he could walk on his father's big brown, and grooming his mother's green was a regular childhood activity. With so much love, it's not hard to see why he has so much to spread around today.
Both V'salt and Raiina encouraged their son when it came time to Stand, each hoping he would impress the same color they had. Wouldn't he make such a wonderful green rider, his mother purred to a blue rider, with all the friends and flirts he has. On the other side of the room, That boy is destined to be a Candidate Master, maybe even a wingsecond, his father was telling his Wingleader as they stood in the crowd, speculating on each Candidate. In the end, they were both wrong, as young Vorant found himself paired with the blue Certh. And in either of their opinion, there couldn't have been a better match.
Of course, tragedy has a way of touching them all. Raiina fell during a particular heavy Thread fall, and his father perished during an outbreak of the illness that was responsible for so many of the deaths in V'rant's home. V'rant was heartbroken each time, but found his grief eased with friends and jokes. Carrying on with life itself made the living easier. Being born an optimist was surely a help as well. Their deaths would not be in vain.
Years passed. It came as no surprise when E'dian won the position of Weyrleader. V'rant felt rather proud of his yearmate, and didn't waste any time cracking open a bottle of the Weyr's finest and celebrating in the arms of...well, whoever was closest. With the changing of leadership, he hopes the tight leash that had been kept on the searchriders will be given more slack, allowing him and his beloved Certh access to all of Pern. Or what was left, anyways.
Faranth knew he was getting too bored in this place.
Dragon
Name: Certh
Age: 15
Color: Blue
Clutch: 1171 Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: Certh is a pleasant saphire color with lighter shades playing along his forelegs and underbelly. He's not the biggest blue, but there's still quite a difference between his size and that of the largest greens. What he lacks in size, he more than makes up for in speed. Races as weyrlings usually meant V'rant was about to get out of his chores or earn a neat little knick-knack, as it was one of the few times the young man could bet and be sure on winning.
Personality: They say curiousity killed the feline. It's a good thing dragons are a good deal bigger than felines. Very social, Certh is one of the first dragons to bugle a greeting to any dragon returning from a hunt. Greens are his particular favorite, but that goes without saying, as he is just as willing to converse with browns and any bronze not too arrogant to consult a lowly blue. Certh sees no problem with his color, however. To him it means having more time to play. Let the bronzes deals with testy golds and running wings. Certh never had much of an attention span, and hey, more greens for him!
History: Certh burst through his shell quite uncerimoniously in the middle of the Hatching. There was little fanfare, as most spectators were focused on the first Impressed or worrying over the eggs that had yet to break open. That was fine, Certh was way too amazed with his surroundings to be upset at the inattention. Several candidates suddenly found his muzzle in their face, with his eyes whirling in shades of curious green and blue. He wasn't quite sure himself what he was looking for until practically stumbling on little Vorant.
Oh there you are! You were missing all the fun V'rant!
From then on, they would find they would be partners in crime.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
Name: V'rant (Vorant)
Rank: Searchrider
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: V'rant breaks even at a clean 6'0, fairly average in the Weyr, which always seemed to harbor giants. His light brown eyes seem to dance in the light, forever looking like they are in on a joke you aren't. Thin lips are are found most of the time parted in a full-toothed grin, or holding tight in an effort to hold back laughter at the most inappropriate time. No, your mother's illness is horrible, not funny at all.
His hair is naturally dark brown, almost black in some areas. In the summer though, out in the blazing sunshine, streaks of almost blonde tend to form. If he's got enough hair at the time, that is. When V'rant is clothed, he isn't one to fuss over fabric. Give him a fitted tunic and a regular pair of boots any ol' day.
Family:
V'salt, brown rider. Deceased at 43.
Raiina, green rider. Deceased at 35.
Various half-brothers and sisters.
Sexual Orientation: Everyone's fair game!
Personality: From the moment he found out what his arms and legs were for, he was off exploring his surroundings. At first this was his mother's weyr and the Weyr creche. Eventually it grew to the Weyr at large (did you know about the tunnel leading from the kitchens to the secondary hatching ground? how about the one from the old records room to outside the stables?), and dark corners lovers liked to frequent.
Lovers. Puberty was a blessing to a young man who found his eyes contantly following all the beautiful people around him.
V'rant feels most comfortable on the move or finding something (one, place) new. He's always a friendly face in these serious times.
Hobbies/Skills: V'rant enjoys long walks, candelight dinners, conversations that carry on through the night. And when he's not trying to get in your pants, he likes the occassional game of dragon poker and getting drunk.
Pets: V'rant's the kind of guy who will feed any sort of creature he stumbles upon. He's everyone's friend.
History: Weyr-born and bred. And that's the way V'rant likes it.
He was the product, like many, of a greenflight. Both of his parents were fairly easy-going, and while both each already had a Weyrmate (in his mother's case, Weyrmates), V'rant found his childhood a happy one with both parents involved. His first ride on dragon back happened before he could walk on his father's big brown, and grooming his mother's green was a regular childhood activity. With so much love, it's not hard to see why he has so much to spread around today.
Both V'salt and Raiina encouraged their son when it came time to Stand, each hoping he would impress the same color they had. Wouldn't he make such a wonderful green rider, his mother purred to a blue rider, with all the friends and flirts he has. On the other side of the room, That boy is destined to be a Candidate Master, maybe even a wingsecond, his father was telling his Wingleader as they stood in the crowd, speculating on each Candidate. In the end, they were both wrong, as young Vorant found himself paired with the blue Certh. And in either of their opinion, there couldn't have been a better match.
Of course, tragedy has a way of touching them all. Raiina fell during a particular heavy Thread fall, and his father perished during an outbreak of the illness that was responsible for so many of the deaths in V'rant's home. V'rant was heartbroken each time, but found his grief eased with friends and jokes. Carrying on with life itself made the living easier. Being born an optimist was surely a help as well. Their deaths would not be in vain.
Years passed. It came as no surprise when E'dian won the position of Weyrleader. V'rant felt rather proud of his yearmate, and didn't waste any time cracking open a bottle of the Weyr's finest and celebrating in the arms of...well, whoever was closest. With the changing of leadership, he hopes the tight leash that had been kept on the searchriders will be given more slack, allowing him and his beloved Certh access to all of Pern. Or what was left, anyways.
Faranth knew he was getting too bored in this place.
Dragon
Name: Certh
Age: 15
Color: Blue
Clutch: 1171 Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: Certh is a pleasant saphire color with lighter shades playing along his forelegs and underbelly. He's not the biggest blue, but there's still quite a difference between his size and that of the largest greens. What he lacks in size, he more than makes up for in speed. Races as weyrlings usually meant V'rant was about to get out of his chores or earn a neat little knick-knack, as it was one of the few times the young man could bet and be sure on winning.
Personality: They say curiousity killed the feline. It's a good thing dragons are a good deal bigger than felines. Very social, Certh is one of the first dragons to bugle a greeting to any dragon returning from a hunt. Greens are his particular favorite, but that goes without saying, as he is just as willing to converse with browns and any bronze not too arrogant to consult a lowly blue. Certh sees no problem with his color, however. To him it means having more time to play. Let the bronzes deals with testy golds and running wings. Certh never had much of an attention span, and hey, more greens for him!
History: Certh burst through his shell quite uncerimoniously in the middle of the Hatching. There was little fanfare, as most spectators were focused on the first Impressed or worrying over the eggs that had yet to break open. That was fine, Certh was way too amazed with his surroundings to be upset at the inattention. Several candidates suddenly found his muzzle in their face, with his eyes whirling in shades of curious green and blue. He wasn't quite sure himself what he was looking for until practically stumbling on little Vorant.
Oh there you are! You were missing all the fun V'rant!
From then on, they would find they would be partners in crime.
Wing Flown With: Alpha