Post by elfie on Jul 17, 2009 22:48:27 GMT -5
Name: A'ver
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Homosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father: Astener
Mother: Velinora
Appearance: Ayver is of an average height, reaching about 5'8", and he is of an average weight. It seems likely he's reached his full growth..and he isn't awkward in his skin, either. His frame leans toward the lean side, and while he is not one of the strongest boys about, he is not entirely weak. Limbs are longer, just short of being gangly, and instead looking rather graceful. He tends to appear more feminine sometimes, especially with his rather less than masculine stride. Skin is lightly tanned, and fingertips have a few scars upon them, tiny silver lines and pinpoints, caused by something small and sharp. A very few are still thin lines of red, yet to fully heal. Hair is shoulder length and a thick dark brown, usually left down or held halfway back in a tail. Eyes are a light hazel gray in color, usually sparkling with a good humor and occasionally lined with black kohl.
The lad keeps himself well kept and clean, though he's not excessively vain. Clothes are slightly worn, but of good quality, and they fit him very well. Tailored, they are often called, and they are. Ayver does it himself when he's bored, and he has some of the best kept clothes of the Candidates. Overall most would consider him handsome, and other than his hands, nowhere is his body marred. He tends to run away from fights should they happen as a result of his occasional remarks, not being as strong as most of the other lads. He is, however, very good at hiding or outsmarting them in chases.
Personality: Ayver is usually always doing something with his hands, working, or being coaxed into some scheme by others. He is simply one who is full of energy, and while he can relax, it is usually while attempting to draw, or fixing some sort of clothing or tack. He is mostly laid back, though certain actions are a sure win to irk him, and jealousy is a fault of his. Especially if he's grown fond of someone, and sees them spending an odd amount of time with someone else.
The lad is easy to get along with, friendly, and up for anything others might suggest if he has the time. He'd become known about the Hall as someone great to have around when there's a few hours of boredom to kill--at least, it is among the male population. Or rather, the ones who aren't so stuffy as to ignore and snub him for his orientation. He's gained a 'forgive and forget' sort of attitude about the whole thing, and isn't about to change his ways...until he learned they are against the rules for Candidacy.
History: He was born into a small Weavers Hall, and did very well, since he always wanted to be doing something. He was content with where he was, learning his craft, as well as that of Pern, even if he was ignoring the more rude and uptight section of the population. His parents were very fond of him, and had no great aspirations for him other than that he would eventually become a Master Weaver. They saved much and then spent quite a bit in order to acquire a small flit egg, which they gave to him just before he left to be apprenticed, so that he could send messages to them. For some reason, he had been their only child, and they doted on the boy. He did not end up as a weaver, however. Several years into his apprenticeship he was Searched by a blue rider, and was left Standing at a few Hatchings. Then he heard about the new Weyr in Southern, and talked his way into being transported there. It was a new place, with new people, and a chance at Impressing. He didn't care if the clutch was small, and the queen hadn't been flown by a bronze. His eye was caught by the brilliant jade and sapphire hides...as well as the glistening and beautiful golden sheen of the queen. Who wouldn't want to capture that as a dye?
As it happens, he did Impress, to a lovely little green that was quite the amusing one to watch hatch. She ended up rolling around, feet protruding from the shell before it finally split completely. Quite a few laughed, before the clumsy little jade creature begged A'ver to help her.
Dragon
Name: Imith
Color: Green
Appearance: Imith is quite the little jade beauty. Her smooth hide is a brilliant shade of emerald, with darker tones of jade creating a lovely contrast. She is on the smaller size scale for greens, her body lithe and petite. She is long of neck, tail, and wing, but doesn't appear extraordinarily non-proportional. Tapered wings reveal that she is going to be one of the best fliers of the weyr, even if they are a handicap on the ground.
Personality: This dragonet likes to be complimented--as much as possible. She is already showing signs of a vain nature, and she doesn't like to be laughed at. Imith is becoming a very energetic beast, constantly needing attention and to be entertained. As such, she doesn't sleep quite as much as most young dragons do, much to A'ver's sorrow. She's also quite the klutz, constantly tripping over her long wings and causing Hers to worry incessantly.
Pets
Name: Kriss
Type: Firelizard
Color: Blue
Age: Six turns
Appearance: He is an average sized blue flit, nothing truly remarkable about him. His hide is a light blue, while deeper sapphire creates the highlights over his muscles.
Personality: Kriss is rather lazy. Very lazy, actually. He likes to lay about and sleep, steal whatever Ayver is currently eating, or laze about getting scratched. However, like the dragons of his color, he does work for his owner. While at the Weaver's Hall he was taught to identify different objects, though Ayver need only use an image, and bring them back. He was very useful to have around, and was willing to help out anyone who had food on them. He still is, and still fetches things if his owner forgets. For a price, of course.
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Homosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father: Astener
Mother: Velinora
Appearance: Ayver is of an average height, reaching about 5'8", and he is of an average weight. It seems likely he's reached his full growth..and he isn't awkward in his skin, either. His frame leans toward the lean side, and while he is not one of the strongest boys about, he is not entirely weak. Limbs are longer, just short of being gangly, and instead looking rather graceful. He tends to appear more feminine sometimes, especially with his rather less than masculine stride. Skin is lightly tanned, and fingertips have a few scars upon them, tiny silver lines and pinpoints, caused by something small and sharp. A very few are still thin lines of red, yet to fully heal. Hair is shoulder length and a thick dark brown, usually left down or held halfway back in a tail. Eyes are a light hazel gray in color, usually sparkling with a good humor and occasionally lined with black kohl.
The lad keeps himself well kept and clean, though he's not excessively vain. Clothes are slightly worn, but of good quality, and they fit him very well. Tailored, they are often called, and they are. Ayver does it himself when he's bored, and he has some of the best kept clothes of the Candidates. Overall most would consider him handsome, and other than his hands, nowhere is his body marred. He tends to run away from fights should they happen as a result of his occasional remarks, not being as strong as most of the other lads. He is, however, very good at hiding or outsmarting them in chases.
Personality: Ayver is usually always doing something with his hands, working, or being coaxed into some scheme by others. He is simply one who is full of energy, and while he can relax, it is usually while attempting to draw, or fixing some sort of clothing or tack. He is mostly laid back, though certain actions are a sure win to irk him, and jealousy is a fault of his. Especially if he's grown fond of someone, and sees them spending an odd amount of time with someone else.
The lad is easy to get along with, friendly, and up for anything others might suggest if he has the time. He'd become known about the Hall as someone great to have around when there's a few hours of boredom to kill--at least, it is among the male population. Or rather, the ones who aren't so stuffy as to ignore and snub him for his orientation. He's gained a 'forgive and forget' sort of attitude about the whole thing, and isn't about to change his ways...until he learned they are against the rules for Candidacy.
History: He was born into a small Weavers Hall, and did very well, since he always wanted to be doing something. He was content with where he was, learning his craft, as well as that of Pern, even if he was ignoring the more rude and uptight section of the population. His parents were very fond of him, and had no great aspirations for him other than that he would eventually become a Master Weaver. They saved much and then spent quite a bit in order to acquire a small flit egg, which they gave to him just before he left to be apprenticed, so that he could send messages to them. For some reason, he had been their only child, and they doted on the boy. He did not end up as a weaver, however. Several years into his apprenticeship he was Searched by a blue rider, and was left Standing at a few Hatchings. Then he heard about the new Weyr in Southern, and talked his way into being transported there. It was a new place, with new people, and a chance at Impressing. He didn't care if the clutch was small, and the queen hadn't been flown by a bronze. His eye was caught by the brilliant jade and sapphire hides...as well as the glistening and beautiful golden sheen of the queen. Who wouldn't want to capture that as a dye?
As it happens, he did Impress, to a lovely little green that was quite the amusing one to watch hatch. She ended up rolling around, feet protruding from the shell before it finally split completely. Quite a few laughed, before the clumsy little jade creature begged A'ver to help her.
Dragon
Name: Imith
Color: Green
Appearance: Imith is quite the little jade beauty. Her smooth hide is a brilliant shade of emerald, with darker tones of jade creating a lovely contrast. She is on the smaller size scale for greens, her body lithe and petite. She is long of neck, tail, and wing, but doesn't appear extraordinarily non-proportional. Tapered wings reveal that she is going to be one of the best fliers of the weyr, even if they are a handicap on the ground.
Personality: This dragonet likes to be complimented--as much as possible. She is already showing signs of a vain nature, and she doesn't like to be laughed at. Imith is becoming a very energetic beast, constantly needing attention and to be entertained. As such, she doesn't sleep quite as much as most young dragons do, much to A'ver's sorrow. She's also quite the klutz, constantly tripping over her long wings and causing Hers to worry incessantly.
Pets
Name: Kriss
Type: Firelizard
Color: Blue
Age: Six turns
Appearance: He is an average sized blue flit, nothing truly remarkable about him. His hide is a light blue, while deeper sapphire creates the highlights over his muscles.
Personality: Kriss is rather lazy. Very lazy, actually. He likes to lay about and sleep, steal whatever Ayver is currently eating, or laze about getting scratched. However, like the dragons of his color, he does work for his owner. While at the Weaver's Hall he was taught to identify different objects, though Ayver need only use an image, and bring them back. He was very useful to have around, and was willing to help out anyone who had food on them. He still is, and still fetches things if his owner forgets. For a price, of course.
Weyrling I'ner of Bronze Crirth
