Post by gloria on May 28, 2006 20:14:31 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Gloria
Contact Info: I’d prefer not to give that out, sorry I’m a stickler about it
How you heard of LW: I am not feeling well and I was surfing the internet
Rider Information
Name: Ashbryn/ A'bryn
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 19
Orientation: bi or homo
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Weyrling
Standing: A’bryn believes that his duty as a newly made dragonrider is to protect Pern from Thread. He believes in most of the Old Ways but is open do new ideas.
Family:
Cilibz is A’bryn’s father, he works with the hold runner’s mostly as trainer and sometimes a healer. He taught A’bryn a great respect for animals especially dragons and their riders.
Irrasiy is his loving mother. She is a drudge for the Hold, although she isn’t like what some people consider drudges. She always believed in enjoying life and always putting her children and her husband first.
Cecilia is the closest in age to A'bryn. She is 18 years old and works in the house minding the younger children for her mother, yet she has expressed interest in learning the Weaver craft. These two are very close, except the Cecilia is totally different in personality, she's very rebellious.
Silas is A'bryn's only brother. He is 15 years old, and works with runners with his father. He is a quiet lad who isn't usually talkative or as laid back as A'bryn. They do get along splendidly though being the only two boys in the house.
Idona is another sister. She is 12 years old, and doesn't work at anything yet except occasionally helping Cecilia. She is very mature and intelligent for her age, which makes her a favorite of A'bryn's.
Sborah is his youngest sibling. She is only 9 and due to the age difference they’ve never connected quite. She praised her brother without receiving thanks when he Impressed, and soon after she died from an unexpected and unknown reason.
Pets:
Appearance: A’bryn is 6’1” with a slightly scrawny build. He only weighs 157 pounds. He is all muscle but there is so little muscle, that many consider him weak. He has brown hair that is always kept short. He has dark brown eyes that twinkle slightly when he is amused. His clothing is nothing special, although they’re always well kempt. (Hair, eyes, height, build, clothing, etc. One paragraph, meaning five sentences.)
Personality: A’bryn is the mirror of his dragon’s personality. He is easy going and light of heart. The kind of happy go lucky guy. He gets along with pretty much anybody, except for a very bossy person who has no place to be bossy. Sometimes he can be a little shy and embarrassed of himself, but in general he isn’t to worried what others think of him. He is quite snappy with his tongue and sometimes gets in trouble with authority because of it, although not on purpose he respects authority. He likes to be around somebody at all times, he absolutely cannot stand to be alone without anything to do. He is also very active, and spends most of his free time outside. He gets very restless if he is cooped up for more than an hour. He can occasionally be reckless in a brave sort of stupid way that guys mostly are, but he never puts anyone else's life at risk only his own, and if they agree to come.
History: A’bryn was born the eldest in the family and it gave him a kind of sense of superiority and responsibility towards his younger siblings. This is probably what shaped him into being acceptable to a dragon. He was always nice, kind, and fun loving with and to all, he tried to set the best example he could for his younger siblings. Of course he realized with time that that never works. Cecilia was always the rebellious one, and is the one he gives credit to for his snappy tongue. They would constantly tease and fight with each other over things that weren’t important at all. Cecilia generally came out on top in those arguments, but she gave him good training to form his devilishly snappy tongue today. They were very close and he was most sad to leave her behind when he came up to to the Weyr. After all they were rarely not in each other’s company, and he had to adjust to the fact that there was no more Cecilia shouting insults back and forth. So he kind of took that role up himself of being the sarcastic funny one. He also had Silas to talk to about guy stuff that he didn’t find right to tell Cecilia, although she always seemed to know anyway. Idona and him were always friendly. Together they often had higher-level conversations about goings on in Pern. A’bryn respected her insight and cunning, and began to inherit the same traits from discussing things with her all the time. The family was always close knit, the siblings always getting along, and his mother and father clearly in love. All this helped A’bryn grow into a, personality wise, well-rounded man. He had been taught to be a great people person. When Sborah came around, A’bryn was elated to have yet another sister who would probably prove to be as devious as all females were on Pern. Their relationship didn’t click the way the others had sadly. Sborah as she got older worshipped him, trying to do everything he did. Following him along, asking tons of questions, it began to enrage him. He couldn’t seem to get her to give him some personal space. No one else in the family had the same problems with her, though, and this baffled him. For a while he thought he was over-reacting, but one day she came upon him kissing his girlfriend at the time. She told pretty much everybody, and the one person he didn’t want to find out, Cecilia. He never lived that story down in his household. After this he constantly fought with her, calling her immature and annoying. It left a rift between him and her and the rest of the family remained neutral. His mother cautioned him that she does not have the same maturity that he had, it only comes with age, and that he should make his peace with her. The Weyr searched him soon after, and he was greatly saddened to be leaving his family, although he was happy to be away from the ever meddling Sborah. The day he left Lateo Weyrhold to make his way to the Weyr he said good by sadly to everyone and in a kind of cold manner to Sborah. They all attended his Hatching, and all were very pleased when he came away with his Blue Duroth. Sborah applauded him the most in almost an annoying fashion. Soon after the family left back to continue their lives. Soon after he got word that Sborah had died from an unknown cause, almost as soon as they arrived back at the Hold. He feels very guilty about he treated his younger sister, but now with a knew dragon he doesn't dwell on it to much. (sounds horrible don't it?)
Dragon Stats
Name: Duroth
Color: blue
Hatching Order: 1st
Description: A bright blue, with darker midnight blue along his neck ridges, claws, wingbones, eye ridges, and nostrils. He is medium in height and average of bone. Strong muscle covers every portion of his body, his hide seems to float over muscle when he moves.
Personality: Easy going and light of heart. He seems to show a great deal of empathy even from an early age. He gets along with most... save for the occasional snippy, hidebound brown or bronze.
Background: This particular hatching had taken forever; at least in the Weyrwoman's eyes... the majority of the Candidates felt the same. It was Savath's first clutch...
The first to hatch, Duroth was much awaited. The large dragons... bronze, brown, blue and green had begun humming candlemarks ago, the sound had started out low, but it picked up as the small rockings and shakes of the eggs grew into larger efforts.
A cracking could be heard, a splitting of shell... it was surprising that it was loud enough... but the vibrations of the dragons was more felt than heard... A muzzle began to show through the mottled cream shell, one that had yet to break through the tough membrane.
Everyone watched waiting... not even the dropping of a pen could be heard in the stands... it seemed everyone was holding their breath. The candidates stood stock-still... they had been prepared for this... but all the egg touching and lectures in Pern couldn't compare... prepare for what was now happening.
The little muzzle finally turned into a head... a perfect miniature of the larger dragons perched around the sands... a few more minutes of struggle and the hatchling rolled out onto the hot floor of the Hatching Grounds. Sand clung to the wet hide, covering the remnants of membrane... making them look a dark brown.
Creeling the little creature struggled it to his feet. Many guessed by his size that it was a blue... or a large green, none knew for certain though.
Eyes open wide, whirling a mixture of red and yellow, the small dragon cried out again searching faces and minds for 'His.' A light sweeping presence passed over each of those white robed objects several times before he found one that 'fit' was 'right.'
Wobbling feebly to the young man of 19 turns, Duroth rustled his half open wings. Feed your Duroth... Duroth must have food.
Wide-eyed Ashbryn looked about... 'It can't be... can it?' After 6 turns of standing on the Sands the man had almost given up hope of a dragon of his own.
A'bryn... why do you not believe your Duroth? The small blue, yes blue for by now the fluids of birth had begun to dry... to revel the true color of the young creature, butted against A'bryn's leg trying to get him to go off the hot sands and to the smell of food... where some of the other dragon pairs were being led. "He says his name is Duroth!" A cheers from the stands could be heard... not only for A'bryn and Duroth but also for those others lucky enough to have impressed.
Clutch: gold Savath, by bronze Phelanth. First clutch.
Wing: Weyrling wing, Harpe Class
Name: Gloria
Contact Info: I’d prefer not to give that out, sorry I’m a stickler about it
How you heard of LW: I am not feeling well and I was surfing the internet
Rider Information
Name: Ashbryn/ A'bryn
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 19
Orientation: bi or homo
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Weyrling
Standing: A’bryn believes that his duty as a newly made dragonrider is to protect Pern from Thread. He believes in most of the Old Ways but is open do new ideas.
Family:
Cilibz is A’bryn’s father, he works with the hold runner’s mostly as trainer and sometimes a healer. He taught A’bryn a great respect for animals especially dragons and their riders.
Irrasiy is his loving mother. She is a drudge for the Hold, although she isn’t like what some people consider drudges. She always believed in enjoying life and always putting her children and her husband first.
Cecilia is the closest in age to A'bryn. She is 18 years old and works in the house minding the younger children for her mother, yet she has expressed interest in learning the Weaver craft. These two are very close, except the Cecilia is totally different in personality, she's very rebellious.
Silas is A'bryn's only brother. He is 15 years old, and works with runners with his father. He is a quiet lad who isn't usually talkative or as laid back as A'bryn. They do get along splendidly though being the only two boys in the house.
Idona is another sister. She is 12 years old, and doesn't work at anything yet except occasionally helping Cecilia. She is very mature and intelligent for her age, which makes her a favorite of A'bryn's.
Sborah is his youngest sibling. She is only 9 and due to the age difference they’ve never connected quite. She praised her brother without receiving thanks when he Impressed, and soon after she died from an unexpected and unknown reason.
Pets:
Appearance: A’bryn is 6’1” with a slightly scrawny build. He only weighs 157 pounds. He is all muscle but there is so little muscle, that many consider him weak. He has brown hair that is always kept short. He has dark brown eyes that twinkle slightly when he is amused. His clothing is nothing special, although they’re always well kempt. (Hair, eyes, height, build, clothing, etc. One paragraph, meaning five sentences.)
Personality: A’bryn is the mirror of his dragon’s personality. He is easy going and light of heart. The kind of happy go lucky guy. He gets along with pretty much anybody, except for a very bossy person who has no place to be bossy. Sometimes he can be a little shy and embarrassed of himself, but in general he isn’t to worried what others think of him. He is quite snappy with his tongue and sometimes gets in trouble with authority because of it, although not on purpose he respects authority. He likes to be around somebody at all times, he absolutely cannot stand to be alone without anything to do. He is also very active, and spends most of his free time outside. He gets very restless if he is cooped up for more than an hour. He can occasionally be reckless in a brave sort of stupid way that guys mostly are, but he never puts anyone else's life at risk only his own, and if they agree to come.
History: A’bryn was born the eldest in the family and it gave him a kind of sense of superiority and responsibility towards his younger siblings. This is probably what shaped him into being acceptable to a dragon. He was always nice, kind, and fun loving with and to all, he tried to set the best example he could for his younger siblings. Of course he realized with time that that never works. Cecilia was always the rebellious one, and is the one he gives credit to for his snappy tongue. They would constantly tease and fight with each other over things that weren’t important at all. Cecilia generally came out on top in those arguments, but she gave him good training to form his devilishly snappy tongue today. They were very close and he was most sad to leave her behind when he came up to to the Weyr. After all they were rarely not in each other’s company, and he had to adjust to the fact that there was no more Cecilia shouting insults back and forth. So he kind of took that role up himself of being the sarcastic funny one. He also had Silas to talk to about guy stuff that he didn’t find right to tell Cecilia, although she always seemed to know anyway. Idona and him were always friendly. Together they often had higher-level conversations about goings on in Pern. A’bryn respected her insight and cunning, and began to inherit the same traits from discussing things with her all the time. The family was always close knit, the siblings always getting along, and his mother and father clearly in love. All this helped A’bryn grow into a, personality wise, well-rounded man. He had been taught to be a great people person. When Sborah came around, A’bryn was elated to have yet another sister who would probably prove to be as devious as all females were on Pern. Their relationship didn’t click the way the others had sadly. Sborah as she got older worshipped him, trying to do everything he did. Following him along, asking tons of questions, it began to enrage him. He couldn’t seem to get her to give him some personal space. No one else in the family had the same problems with her, though, and this baffled him. For a while he thought he was over-reacting, but one day she came upon him kissing his girlfriend at the time. She told pretty much everybody, and the one person he didn’t want to find out, Cecilia. He never lived that story down in his household. After this he constantly fought with her, calling her immature and annoying. It left a rift between him and her and the rest of the family remained neutral. His mother cautioned him that she does not have the same maturity that he had, it only comes with age, and that he should make his peace with her. The Weyr searched him soon after, and he was greatly saddened to be leaving his family, although he was happy to be away from the ever meddling Sborah. The day he left Lateo Weyrhold to make his way to the Weyr he said good by sadly to everyone and in a kind of cold manner to Sborah. They all attended his Hatching, and all were very pleased when he came away with his Blue Duroth. Sborah applauded him the most in almost an annoying fashion. Soon after the family left back to continue their lives. Soon after he got word that Sborah had died from an unknown cause, almost as soon as they arrived back at the Hold. He feels very guilty about he treated his younger sister, but now with a knew dragon he doesn't dwell on it to much. (sounds horrible don't it?)
Dragon Stats
Name: Duroth
Color: blue
Hatching Order: 1st
Description: A bright blue, with darker midnight blue along his neck ridges, claws, wingbones, eye ridges, and nostrils. He is medium in height and average of bone. Strong muscle covers every portion of his body, his hide seems to float over muscle when he moves.
Personality: Easy going and light of heart. He seems to show a great deal of empathy even from an early age. He gets along with most... save for the occasional snippy, hidebound brown or bronze.
Background: This particular hatching had taken forever; at least in the Weyrwoman's eyes... the majority of the Candidates felt the same. It was Savath's first clutch...
The first to hatch, Duroth was much awaited. The large dragons... bronze, brown, blue and green had begun humming candlemarks ago, the sound had started out low, but it picked up as the small rockings and shakes of the eggs grew into larger efforts.
A cracking could be heard, a splitting of shell... it was surprising that it was loud enough... but the vibrations of the dragons was more felt than heard... A muzzle began to show through the mottled cream shell, one that had yet to break through the tough membrane.
Everyone watched waiting... not even the dropping of a pen could be heard in the stands... it seemed everyone was holding their breath. The candidates stood stock-still... they had been prepared for this... but all the egg touching and lectures in Pern couldn't compare... prepare for what was now happening.
The little muzzle finally turned into a head... a perfect miniature of the larger dragons perched around the sands... a few more minutes of struggle and the hatchling rolled out onto the hot floor of the Hatching Grounds. Sand clung to the wet hide, covering the remnants of membrane... making them look a dark brown.
Creeling the little creature struggled it to his feet. Many guessed by his size that it was a blue... or a large green, none knew for certain though.
Eyes open wide, whirling a mixture of red and yellow, the small dragon cried out again searching faces and minds for 'His.' A light sweeping presence passed over each of those white robed objects several times before he found one that 'fit' was 'right.'
Wobbling feebly to the young man of 19 turns, Duroth rustled his half open wings. Feed your Duroth... Duroth must have food.
Wide-eyed Ashbryn looked about... 'It can't be... can it?' After 6 turns of standing on the Sands the man had almost given up hope of a dragon of his own.
A'bryn... why do you not believe your Duroth? The small blue, yes blue for by now the fluids of birth had begun to dry... to revel the true color of the young creature, butted against A'bryn's leg trying to get him to go off the hot sands and to the smell of food... where some of the other dragon pairs were being led. "He says his name is Duroth!" A cheers from the stands could be heard... not only for A'bryn and Duroth but also for those others lucky enough to have impressed.
Clutch: gold Savath, by bronze Phelanth. First clutch.
Wing: Weyrling wing, Harpe Class
