Post by Lucius on Aug 12, 2009 7:33:41 GMT -5
Person[/b]
Name: Th'var
Gender: Male
Age: 59
Sexuality: Asexual
Rank: Brownrider, could do anything if Luna asked; candidate/weyrling master, maybe?
Family:
Lord Therven, father, Lord Holder of Pavara Hold (now Tzeren Hold) (deceased)
Lady Allenorena, mother, Lady Holder of Pavara Hold (now Tzeren Hold) (deceased)
Allena, sister, once a Candidate at High Reaches (deceased)
T'val, son, rider of Bronze Svelth at High Reaches Weyr
Naera, daughter, rider of Green (faded) Feinth at High Reaches Weyr
Appearance: What color his hair might have been is up to debate. He keeps it cropped close to his skull, and it's all gray. Dark brown eyes are always alert, and numerous wrinkles on his face imply that his life has not been easy. Stubble appears around his chin, and he has a mustache-and-beard combo that he keeps trimmed to barely off the skin.
Personality: Th'var, when not dealing to his teachings, is silent and aloof. He prefers to keep his distance from others, and he keeps his sentences brief and direct. He isn't into interpersonal relationship building, and affection is difficult for him.
However, when training, any shy demeanor melts away. Th'var thrives on being needed, and he enjoys his honor. He is a sharp-minded tutor, and has no tolerance for weyrlings that think they can get behind his back. He commands fear and respect with an iron fist, and those that defy him are often regretful. Ask any of the High Reaches riders; they will testify.
And yes, he does have Bite bite others. The lizard is named appropriately.
History:
Pavara Hold was a Southern Hold built in the mountains, made for herding mountain goats for wool and cheese. They traded with near-by holds, and seemed to flourish away from the not-so-vigilant watch of Southern Mountains Weyr (known to most dragonriders as "Misfortune Weyr" for its tendency to lose dragons and riders in freak accidents).
It was known that Lord Thervan's father had been cheating the nearby Hold of Tzendre when it came to trade. Lord Raithe of Tzendre wouldn't stand for it, and he somehow got Southern Mountains Weyrleader B'teron to care about their situation. B'teron, however, was more busy with teaching Azure how to be a proper Weyrwoman and not some incompetent fool with a golden puppet. His response: "Solve it however you want."
Raithe's reply: "With pleasure."
Lady Allenorena was said to have mysterious powers of foresight, which were more due to paying attention to politics and the delicate network of Pavaran spies, which she headed, than to supernatural gifts. She knew Raithe was planning on invading Pavara, and told her son, the then-fourteen-year-old Thervaren, to take his nine-year-old sister Allena and get to the North as soon as possible. She knew that if they were in the Southern Continent, they would be hunted down by Tzendren soldiers, as the folks of Tzendre were the best trackers in all the land and they too had a spy network crossing the entire continent.
The siblings managed to ride to Cove Hold, where they found an easy transport to Half-Circle. Deciding that Half-Circle was too easily accessible to the Southern Continent, Thervaren led his sickly sister, made worse by the harsh travels of the sea, over-land to Benden Hold. They found no shelter at Benden, for few were willing to take them in.
Thus, two children became vagabonds.
Thervaren worked odd-jobs at various farms or stealing from whomever he could find as they crossed the Keroon plains, giving the majority of his earnings to keep up his sister's health. Most had no room for them. And finally, at Nabol Hold, an idea struck him. Take up a craft! He could become a miner in Nabol.
Yet the watch-dragon at Nabol had a better idea. Mining camps were dirty, the rider argued, and it wouldn't do for such a frail girl as Allena to be in the camps. Besides, the rider added, Thervaren looked as if he hadn't held a steady job in his life and wouldn't last a day in the mines. To seal the deal, the rider agreed to take him to High Reaches, as the mountain journey would be perilous.
Of course, the watch-rider had to prepare for a clutch to appear on the sands, as he said. Salandra hated when people just showed up. Candidates, however, would work. So Thervaren ended up working in the mines anyway, and it wasn't until winter that he and Allena were able to get to the Weyr.
Allena died on the sands five winters later. The excitement had caused the ill girl to succumb to a particularly strong attack, and she collapsed on the sands. A drudge named Hiro was ordered to deliver supplies to the sands, where she was pushed aside by the Masterhealer. Up in the stands, Th'var watched anxiously, Juburith ululating his anxiety.
Then, something the High Reaches would never forget happened: the queen egg hatched, revealing a more marvelous creature than Kuyarth and Umth combined. She then charged at the Healer, knocking her down and snarling at her.
Juburith repeated her words for Th'var's benefit: Don't you dare touch my Hiro!
The loss of his sister affected him deeply. Yet something formed between Hiro and Th'var; because of his lack of a sister, Hiro began to substitute for Allena's lack. It was Th'var who noted her attraction to L'mar, and he who introduced the pair.
Then Umth laid her single queen egg, in High Reaches tradition. She Impressed to a dark-skinned trader-girl who would change Th'var's life forever.
Palla.
Palla, Palla, Palla. He could say the word a thousand times and still it would carry the same chill. Her dark hair, flashing eyes, the way she danced... She was the first woman to captivate his mind. She was the only woman to command his attention.
Palla, oddly enough, returned the attraction. Juburith caught Lilicith on her first flight, and their closeness has been apparent ever since.
(insert more history no one will ever read)
Age has turned Th'var from a strong Weyrling Master to an old man. His joints ache. The High Reaches winters were too much for him, and it was decided that he should head South to ease the pain. He had no intentions of Southern Weyr, as he disagreed with the Weyrwoman there, and Southern Mountains was a death-wish. Surion needed the dragon-count, and an older rider would support the Weyr well.
He made his plans without informing Palla; it would be much easier if he didn't tell her. He has no idea how Lilicith will react, but he doesn't want to find out now.
Dragon
Name: Juburith
Color: Brown
Age: 44
Appearance: He's a dark brown, who is turning gray around the muzzle and on his chest and feet. He's a dragon of few words. Many scars are on his snout, flanks, wings, and tail, and he's missing an eye. At 38 meters long, he's too old to be of any use to the fighting wings.
Personality:
Pet(s)
Name: Bite
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Fire-lizard
Appearance: Lithe and blue, Bite is perhaps known for the scars over his body from being mangled by a cat when he was younger. His frame, like Juburith's, shows many bones and seems to be more agile than strong. If you hold him, Bite looks like he might break.
Description: Bite is appropriately named. He bites. A lot. This gets him into trouble, because not many like to deal with a biting fire-lizard. At High Reaches, Bite was a means of punishment for lazy weyrlings, for Th'var had no problem siccing the blue lizard on them. Thus, many High Reaches riders bear the scars of lizard-bites on their ears and hands.
Name: Th'var
Gender: Male
Age: 59
Sexuality: Asexual
Rank: Brownrider, could do anything if Luna asked; candidate/weyrling master, maybe?
Family:
Lord Therven, father, Lord Holder of Pavara Hold (now Tzeren Hold) (deceased)
Lady Allenorena, mother, Lady Holder of Pavara Hold (now Tzeren Hold) (deceased)
Allena, sister, once a Candidate at High Reaches (deceased)
T'val, son, rider of Bronze Svelth at High Reaches Weyr
Naera, daughter, rider of Green (faded) Feinth at High Reaches Weyr
Appearance: What color his hair might have been is up to debate. He keeps it cropped close to his skull, and it's all gray. Dark brown eyes are always alert, and numerous wrinkles on his face imply that his life has not been easy. Stubble appears around his chin, and he has a mustache-and-beard combo that he keeps trimmed to barely off the skin.
Personality: Th'var, when not dealing to his teachings, is silent and aloof. He prefers to keep his distance from others, and he keeps his sentences brief and direct. He isn't into interpersonal relationship building, and affection is difficult for him.
However, when training, any shy demeanor melts away. Th'var thrives on being needed, and he enjoys his honor. He is a sharp-minded tutor, and has no tolerance for weyrlings that think they can get behind his back. He commands fear and respect with an iron fist, and those that defy him are often regretful. Ask any of the High Reaches riders; they will testify.
And yes, he does have Bite bite others. The lizard is named appropriately.
History:
Pavara Hold was a Southern Hold built in the mountains, made for herding mountain goats for wool and cheese. They traded with near-by holds, and seemed to flourish away from the not-so-vigilant watch of Southern Mountains Weyr (known to most dragonriders as "Misfortune Weyr" for its tendency to lose dragons and riders in freak accidents).
It was known that Lord Thervan's father had been cheating the nearby Hold of Tzendre when it came to trade. Lord Raithe of Tzendre wouldn't stand for it, and he somehow got Southern Mountains Weyrleader B'teron to care about their situation. B'teron, however, was more busy with teaching Azure how to be a proper Weyrwoman and not some incompetent fool with a golden puppet. His response: "Solve it however you want."
Raithe's reply: "With pleasure."
Lady Allenorena was said to have mysterious powers of foresight, which were more due to paying attention to politics and the delicate network of Pavaran spies, which she headed, than to supernatural gifts. She knew Raithe was planning on invading Pavara, and told her son, the then-fourteen-year-old Thervaren, to take his nine-year-old sister Allena and get to the North as soon as possible. She knew that if they were in the Southern Continent, they would be hunted down by Tzendren soldiers, as the folks of Tzendre were the best trackers in all the land and they too had a spy network crossing the entire continent.
The siblings managed to ride to Cove Hold, where they found an easy transport to Half-Circle. Deciding that Half-Circle was too easily accessible to the Southern Continent, Thervaren led his sickly sister, made worse by the harsh travels of the sea, over-land to Benden Hold. They found no shelter at Benden, for few were willing to take them in.
Thus, two children became vagabonds.
Thervaren worked odd-jobs at various farms or stealing from whomever he could find as they crossed the Keroon plains, giving the majority of his earnings to keep up his sister's health. Most had no room for them. And finally, at Nabol Hold, an idea struck him. Take up a craft! He could become a miner in Nabol.
Yet the watch-dragon at Nabol had a better idea. Mining camps were dirty, the rider argued, and it wouldn't do for such a frail girl as Allena to be in the camps. Besides, the rider added, Thervaren looked as if he hadn't held a steady job in his life and wouldn't last a day in the mines. To seal the deal, the rider agreed to take him to High Reaches, as the mountain journey would be perilous.
Of course, the watch-rider had to prepare for a clutch to appear on the sands, as he said. Salandra hated when people just showed up. Candidates, however, would work. So Thervaren ended up working in the mines anyway, and it wasn't until winter that he and Allena were able to get to the Weyr.
----excerpt from Hiro
prologue
Marirra glanced up from her cup of klah, watching the boy with dark eyes. He was fifteen, no older than fifteen. Yet the look on his face was that of a man, and a determined one that cared for his sister before himself. Yes, he could be a dragonrider. And his sister could live there because she could go nowhere else; Salandra couldn't argue with that. A smile crossed her red lips, and she realized that Salandra would hate this, especially if the boy Impressed Bronze.
What mischief are you up to, Marirra my love?
The golden touch of Umth's mind was one she was familiar with, and her eyes unfocused as she returned, Nothing, dearest. Nothing that will make Kuyarth happy. When she returned her focus, she could still the boy was still staring her down, awaiting her reply.
"So," she cooed, "you're just a pair of orphans, looking for shelter?"
"Right."
"No money, no clothing, no anything, right?"
"Yes."
Marirra smiled again, then set down her cup daintily. "Well, then! Welcome to High Reaches. You're a candidate now, so I suppose--" The corner of her eye caught the young female drudge, no older than this boy's sister, bringing up a white robe. "I suppose you're welcome!" With a polite smile, she stood. "Excuse me."
Thervaren watched the Junior Weyrwoman go. He also caught sight of the drudge, only a child, as Marirra screamed at her and smacked her. Thervaren's brow flinched; he had seen many treat him similarly. Yet his stoic expression remained as the Junior Weyrwoman waltzed back over.
"Sorry about that!" she said, sitting back down. "Drudges. Sometimes I'm not sure what to do with them!"
Thervaren nodded as Marirra prattled on, though he didn't listen. What he was listening to was something of a melody, a wondrous humming that caught his attention. It was only when she was shaking him that he understood that something was happening and she was explaining it.
"Get up, you deadglow!" She shoved the robe in his hands. "Change behind that screen, boy, do it now!"
He had never changed quicker in his life. When he came out, the large golden queen was waiting on her couch, offering a passage up to Marirra and (seemingly to her disdain) Thervaren. Then into the sky went Umth, and then between to the hatching grounds.
There were no golden eggs on the sand, so there were far more males than females. However, there was a large and rather agitated queen on the sands. Kuyarth, the Senior Gold of High Reaches, raised her head and roared her annoyance at Umth for invading her clutch-grounds.
Sorry, dear! Umth called as she landed, letting off Thervaren and trilling at Kuyarth with pleasure. We had another.
I do not bring dogs to your messes, snarled Kuyarth. You have no right!
Umth chose to be graceful and ignore Kuyarth. She rose into the air, and Marirra gave a graceful wave to an equally annoyed Salandra. She then swooped up to land next to a bronze dragon. Thervaren did not look at her at all for the rest of the hatching. His eyes were on the drudge-girl, who was lurking in the tunnels behind him.
Then a shell burst, and Thervaren whirled to see a very handsome bronze walk from the wreckage. He had no idea Marirra was hoping it would go to him,. He only knew it was going for the boy next to him.
"Karniath!" The boy, L'mar as he would come to be called stepped back in mock horror. "I-I object to such nonsense!" Yet the boy was laughing, and the pair exited to get food.
Ridiculous.
It was only until after he had seen the bronzerider feeding his dragon that he noticed a nose on his hand.
Th'vaaaaaarrrrr.
"Yeah, Juburith?" Thevaren turned his head to the brown. "What do you want?"
What do you think I want? The brown's brow ridge dropped and he snorted with annoyance.
"Food?"
With a draconic equivalent of a sigh, Juburith passed Th'var to catch up with L'mar and Karniath. Th'var blinked, then realized he had to follow. He wanted out of the attention.
Up in the stands, Marirra scowled with distaste. And in the caverns, young Hiro's eyes widened with wonder...
Allena died on the sands five winters later. The excitement had caused the ill girl to succumb to a particularly strong attack, and she collapsed on the sands. A drudge named Hiro was ordered to deliver supplies to the sands, where she was pushed aside by the Masterhealer. Up in the stands, Th'var watched anxiously, Juburith ululating his anxiety.
Then, something the High Reaches would never forget happened: the queen egg hatched, revealing a more marvelous creature than Kuyarth and Umth combined. She then charged at the Healer, knocking her down and snarling at her.
Juburith repeated her words for Th'var's benefit: Don't you dare touch my Hiro!
The loss of his sister affected him deeply. Yet something formed between Hiro and Th'var; because of his lack of a sister, Hiro began to substitute for Allena's lack. It was Th'var who noted her attraction to L'mar, and he who introduced the pair.
Then Umth laid her single queen egg, in High Reaches tradition. She Impressed to a dark-skinned trader-girl who would change Th'var's life forever.
Palla.
Palla, Palla, Palla. He could say the word a thousand times and still it would carry the same chill. Her dark hair, flashing eyes, the way she danced... She was the first woman to captivate his mind. She was the only woman to command his attention.
Palla, oddly enough, returned the attraction. Juburith caught Lilicith on her first flight, and their closeness has been apparent ever since.
(insert more history no one will ever read)
Age has turned Th'var from a strong Weyrling Master to an old man. His joints ache. The High Reaches winters were too much for him, and it was decided that he should head South to ease the pain. He had no intentions of Southern Weyr, as he disagreed with the Weyrwoman there, and Southern Mountains was a death-wish. Surion needed the dragon-count, and an older rider would support the Weyr well.
He made his plans without informing Palla; it would be much easier if he didn't tell her. He has no idea how Lilicith will react, but he doesn't want to find out now.
Dragon
Name: Juburith
Color: Brown
Age: 44
Appearance: He's a dark brown, who is turning gray around the muzzle and on his chest and feet. He's a dragon of few words. Many scars are on his snout, flanks, wings, and tail, and he's missing an eye. At 38 meters long, he's too old to be of any use to the fighting wings.
Personality:
Pet(s)
Name: Bite
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Fire-lizard
Appearance: Lithe and blue, Bite is perhaps known for the scars over his body from being mangled by a cat when he was younger. His frame, like Juburith's, shows many bones and seems to be more agile than strong. If you hold him, Bite looks like he might break.
Description: Bite is appropriately named. He bites. A lot. This gets him into trouble, because not many like to deal with a biting fire-lizard. At High Reaches, Bite was a means of punishment for lazy weyrlings, for Th'var had no problem siccing the blue lizard on them. Thus, many High Reaches riders bear the scars of lizard-bites on their ears and hands.
