Post by Memorie on Feb 15, 2006 21:21:51 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Mem
Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com-messen and email
How you heard of LW: Been playing here for a long time
Rider Information
Name: O'myron (Ohelimyron)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 58; mid-Autumn
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Wingleader/Duro Wing
Standing: O'myron believes that the people in the north deserve to be protected from Thread because they cannot protect themselves. He is a very ironic person, and he thinks it'll be a big joke on all of the Northern Holders if after all their doubt, they were resigned to eating humble pie and having to tithe to the people they scorned for so long.
Family: O'myron's mother is Celinea, and she is eighty-six years old. She is a holder at Caelum Hold, and is a respected Auntie. All her life, she has been more of a home-maker, and believes a woman's place is in the kitchen and the home.
O'myron's father, Ryfor, is deceased, and died when he was ninety-three. If he were alive now, he'd be ninety-six. He was a journeyman fishman, well employed at Caelum Hold. He worked hard to bring in a living for his family.
O'myron's parents were very "democratic" in their parenting style; that is to say, they gave their children choices. When their children were in trouble, they gave them options as to punishment--for example, sweeping for a week, or washing the dishes for a week. They believed that this parenting style would raise children to be fair adults.
O'myron's sisters are Ilnea, Yrilk, and Faylina. His brothers are Parin, Jilin, and Terg. O'myron is the middle-most child.
Pets:
Appearance: O'myron has very dark brown hair and eyes. He keeps his hair short and close to his head, with short sideburns to frame his face. He has an average forehead, though worry wrinkles run deep and age spots are beginning to form on his thick hairline. He has thin, but large eyebrows which make his eyes look even smaller. His nose is somewhat large and bulbous, and spreads even wider when he smiles. His smile is a wonder in itself, often used derisively and in inappropriate situations.
His muscles are giant, and his neck is no exception. He has a very thick neck. He has a muscle at the back of his neck that pops out when he flexes. He has strapping pectorals and an 8-pack to kill. His arms are very strong from almost forty years with a bronze dragon. His thighs and calves are very muscular and he has large feet.
Overall, O'myron is a very immaculate man. He washes his hands as often as he can without being considered compulsive, and his nails are always sparkling fit to blind. He takes bath every day without fail, and his hair is always sqeaky clean.
Personality: O'myron is a very serious person. He believes that anything worth saying ought to be important, or it'd be best not to say it. Being a very tersely-spoken man has led to many ill feelings toward O'myron. He has his joking side, like anyone else, but it is a rare occasion when he shows it. When he does, he is usually with Ninienth.
O'myron is a lover of punctuality and hates lateness. He expects to have his orders followed when he gives them, and if the oder includes a time stamp, anyone who is late will pay the price. As far as giving orders goes, his philosophy is "I have decreed it and so it shall be."
Stupidity offends him. He believes that all children ought to be well educated, even though he himself is not willing to do the job. He was offered the post of Weyrling Master before M'larain was, and rejected it emphantically. He has been known, however, to sit and watch the Weyrlings in their flight lessons and give a slight smile.
Weakness frightens O'myron, and he refuses to back down from his post though he is quickly entering his sixtieth decade. He works out with Ninienth whenever he gets a chance and because of this, is still in great shape.
History: Ohelimyron was born in populated Sodalis Weyrhold, and had many peers his age to play with growing up. He often got into trouble, as young boys do, and often found himself with extra chores as a result. He would just grin and bear through it. As long as he had the love of his mother and father, nothing else mattered to him.
The boy was Searched when he was fourteen, having thown off such an aura that the dragonriders took him young instead of letting him mature another year or two. He had been doing trouble-chores when the bluerider came up and tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he had ever considered being a dragonrider. Ohelimyron's answer was, "Only every day of my life!" He was sent to pack a satchel of a very few items and to tell his mother and father. They, like the loving parents they were, bidded him farewell and much luck. Secretly, they wished he'd've stayed, but no one can resist the call of the Weyr.
Even as a candidate, Ohelimyron could not stay out of trouble. He teased girls and didn't do chores, leading to him having yet more chores to do, and he was supervised under the Candidate Master himself. He was in and out of the Candidate Master's office, and even the Weyrleader had to have words with the young man.
Finally, the Hatching Day came, and O'myron Impressed the most beautiful bronze on the planet. It was then that he came to the startling realization that life was not all fun and games, and that he had another creature to care for. And that he couldn't care for that creature properly by always being in the kitchens or latrines. O'myron grew up fast after that.
After two years of Weyrling training, which was hard for the newly responsible lad, he graduated to full rider, and his first act was to visit Bitra Hold in the North. He was careful and hid his dragon far away, but the goldrider in the South still caught him. He got royally chewed out, and they threatened to put him back in Weyrling training. He was severly punished for this crime. From then on, O'myron decided that he could no longer play games.
When O'myron was thirty-six, he was asked to be a wingleader after the Duro wingleader was forced to retire. He had grown up a lot in twenty-two turns, and the new weyrleader and other wingleaders knew they could trust him. He had been a wingsecond for seven turns, and in that time, had proven his capabilities as a leader over the "other" guy.
Dragon Information
Name: Ninienth
Color: Bronze
Age: 38
Description: Ninienth is a large bronze dragon, as is fitting for a wingleader. His hide is a greeny-bronze, and his legs grow darker the farther down they go. His claws and other boneflesh are a shiny bronze-brown hue, and his wingleather is light and translucent.
Personality: Ninienth, much like O'myron, is a serious being, with an ironic side to split. He can be very rude and mean, especially when it comes to female flights (though he rarely chases anymore), but he can also be almost nice when the time is right. He is the perfect mate for O'myron, with just enough differences for them to get along.
History: The bronze hatched and howled his hunger. Setting upon the young candidates as a wolf does his prey, he knocked several down, killing one and rendering another useless before he found O'myron.
There you are. Those others wouldn't move, but I still have found you. I'm hungry, the hatchling said. He would be this direct for the rest of his life. And I'm Ninienth, he added as an afterthought.
"Of course you are," newly honored O'myron said haughtily. "Let's go fill that void of a stomach you have." Ninienth crooned and followed his new rider, stumbling all the way to the tables.
As a weyrling, Ninienth grew quickly, and learned things as quick a his rider. The two were hungry for information like never O'myron had been before. They were the first between and Ninienth was the first dragon flying. The two didn't graduate top of class, because of O'myron's tendency to find trouble wherever he went, but they still graduated confident in their abilities as a team.
Ninienth likes to chase golds and greens, and he treats both like queens when he catches them, as O'myron does the ladies. Contrary to usual personality, both the dragon and rider treat women well, and O'myron has beaten men for abusing women before.
Clutch: (Not sure. Brit? Diz?)
Name: Mem
Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com-messen and email
How you heard of LW: Been playing here for a long time
Rider Information
Name: O'myron (Ohelimyron)
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 58; mid-Autumn
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Wingleader/Duro Wing
Standing: O'myron believes that the people in the north deserve to be protected from Thread because they cannot protect themselves. He is a very ironic person, and he thinks it'll be a big joke on all of the Northern Holders if after all their doubt, they were resigned to eating humble pie and having to tithe to the people they scorned for so long.
Family: O'myron's mother is Celinea, and she is eighty-six years old. She is a holder at Caelum Hold, and is a respected Auntie. All her life, she has been more of a home-maker, and believes a woman's place is in the kitchen and the home.
O'myron's father, Ryfor, is deceased, and died when he was ninety-three. If he were alive now, he'd be ninety-six. He was a journeyman fishman, well employed at Caelum Hold. He worked hard to bring in a living for his family.
O'myron's parents were very "democratic" in their parenting style; that is to say, they gave their children choices. When their children were in trouble, they gave them options as to punishment--for example, sweeping for a week, or washing the dishes for a week. They believed that this parenting style would raise children to be fair adults.
O'myron's sisters are Ilnea, Yrilk, and Faylina. His brothers are Parin, Jilin, and Terg. O'myron is the middle-most child.
Pets:
Appearance: O'myron has very dark brown hair and eyes. He keeps his hair short and close to his head, with short sideburns to frame his face. He has an average forehead, though worry wrinkles run deep and age spots are beginning to form on his thick hairline. He has thin, but large eyebrows which make his eyes look even smaller. His nose is somewhat large and bulbous, and spreads even wider when he smiles. His smile is a wonder in itself, often used derisively and in inappropriate situations.
His muscles are giant, and his neck is no exception. He has a very thick neck. He has a muscle at the back of his neck that pops out when he flexes. He has strapping pectorals and an 8-pack to kill. His arms are very strong from almost forty years with a bronze dragon. His thighs and calves are very muscular and he has large feet.
Overall, O'myron is a very immaculate man. He washes his hands as often as he can without being considered compulsive, and his nails are always sparkling fit to blind. He takes bath every day without fail, and his hair is always sqeaky clean.
Personality: O'myron is a very serious person. He believes that anything worth saying ought to be important, or it'd be best not to say it. Being a very tersely-spoken man has led to many ill feelings toward O'myron. He has his joking side, like anyone else, but it is a rare occasion when he shows it. When he does, he is usually with Ninienth.
O'myron is a lover of punctuality and hates lateness. He expects to have his orders followed when he gives them, and if the oder includes a time stamp, anyone who is late will pay the price. As far as giving orders goes, his philosophy is "I have decreed it and so it shall be."
Stupidity offends him. He believes that all children ought to be well educated, even though he himself is not willing to do the job. He was offered the post of Weyrling Master before M'larain was, and rejected it emphantically. He has been known, however, to sit and watch the Weyrlings in their flight lessons and give a slight smile.
Weakness frightens O'myron, and he refuses to back down from his post though he is quickly entering his sixtieth decade. He works out with Ninienth whenever he gets a chance and because of this, is still in great shape.
History: Ohelimyron was born in populated Sodalis Weyrhold, and had many peers his age to play with growing up. He often got into trouble, as young boys do, and often found himself with extra chores as a result. He would just grin and bear through it. As long as he had the love of his mother and father, nothing else mattered to him.
The boy was Searched when he was fourteen, having thown off such an aura that the dragonriders took him young instead of letting him mature another year or two. He had been doing trouble-chores when the bluerider came up and tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he had ever considered being a dragonrider. Ohelimyron's answer was, "Only every day of my life!" He was sent to pack a satchel of a very few items and to tell his mother and father. They, like the loving parents they were, bidded him farewell and much luck. Secretly, they wished he'd've stayed, but no one can resist the call of the Weyr.
Even as a candidate, Ohelimyron could not stay out of trouble. He teased girls and didn't do chores, leading to him having yet more chores to do, and he was supervised under the Candidate Master himself. He was in and out of the Candidate Master's office, and even the Weyrleader had to have words with the young man.
Finally, the Hatching Day came, and O'myron Impressed the most beautiful bronze on the planet. It was then that he came to the startling realization that life was not all fun and games, and that he had another creature to care for. And that he couldn't care for that creature properly by always being in the kitchens or latrines. O'myron grew up fast after that.
After two years of Weyrling training, which was hard for the newly responsible lad, he graduated to full rider, and his first act was to visit Bitra Hold in the North. He was careful and hid his dragon far away, but the goldrider in the South still caught him. He got royally chewed out, and they threatened to put him back in Weyrling training. He was severly punished for this crime. From then on, O'myron decided that he could no longer play games.
When O'myron was thirty-six, he was asked to be a wingleader after the Duro wingleader was forced to retire. He had grown up a lot in twenty-two turns, and the new weyrleader and other wingleaders knew they could trust him. He had been a wingsecond for seven turns, and in that time, had proven his capabilities as a leader over the "other" guy.
Dragon Information
Name: Ninienth
Color: Bronze
Age: 38
Description: Ninienth is a large bronze dragon, as is fitting for a wingleader. His hide is a greeny-bronze, and his legs grow darker the farther down they go. His claws and other boneflesh are a shiny bronze-brown hue, and his wingleather is light and translucent.
Personality: Ninienth, much like O'myron, is a serious being, with an ironic side to split. He can be very rude and mean, especially when it comes to female flights (though he rarely chases anymore), but he can also be almost nice when the time is right. He is the perfect mate for O'myron, with just enough differences for them to get along.
History: The bronze hatched and howled his hunger. Setting upon the young candidates as a wolf does his prey, he knocked several down, killing one and rendering another useless before he found O'myron.
There you are. Those others wouldn't move, but I still have found you. I'm hungry, the hatchling said. He would be this direct for the rest of his life. And I'm Ninienth, he added as an afterthought.
"Of course you are," newly honored O'myron said haughtily. "Let's go fill that void of a stomach you have." Ninienth crooned and followed his new rider, stumbling all the way to the tables.
As a weyrling, Ninienth grew quickly, and learned things as quick a his rider. The two were hungry for information like never O'myron had been before. They were the first between and Ninienth was the first dragon flying. The two didn't graduate top of class, because of O'myron's tendency to find trouble wherever he went, but they still graduated confident in their abilities as a team.
Ninienth likes to chase golds and greens, and he treats both like queens when he catches them, as O'myron does the ladies. Contrary to usual personality, both the dragon and rider treat women well, and O'myron has beaten men for abusing women before.
Clutch: (Not sure. Brit? Diz?)
