Post by Dizzy on Feb 1, 2006 21:02:46 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: ((A name we can call you by. Doesn’t have to be your real name, just something you can be known as out of character.))
Contact Info: ((Your email, and any instant messenger screen names you would like to add.))
How you heard of LW:
Rider Information
Name:Ashbryn/ A'bryn
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 19
Orientation: bi or homo
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Weyrling
Standing: (What is their opinion on the Northern Continent? Does this dragon rider believe in the Old Ways, or do they believe the holders and crafters are not worth saving? Where do they stand, are they for protecting the holds or conquering them?)
Family:
Pets: (Fire-Lizards--limit 2 *No bronze or gold starting out*, Felines--limit 2, Canines--limit 2, Runnerbeasts-limit 1, *Limit of 4 Pets altogether, although there might be exceptions later, unless you are a Weyrling... then it is one... Weyrlings are not allowed runnerbeasts.*)
Appearance: (Hair, eyes, height, build, clothing, etc. One paragraph, meaning five sentences.)
Personality: (This must be at least a paragraph and a half, meaning eight sentences. You can’t describe anyone all that well in less than that. Include likes, dislikes, personal qualms, skills, hobbies, etc.)
History: (This needs to be at least eight lines, please. Try to give your character a history that explains their personality.)
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 Kedenth. First clutch.
Wing: Weyrling wing, ---- Class
Name: ((A name we can call you by. Doesn’t have to be your real name, just something you can be known as out of character.))
Contact Info: ((Your email, and any instant messenger screen names you would like to add.))
How you heard of LW:
Rider Information
Name:Ashbryn/ A'bryn
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 19
Orientation: bi or homo
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Weyrling
Standing: (What is their opinion on the Northern Continent? Does this dragon rider believe in the Old Ways, or do they believe the holders and crafters are not worth saving? Where do they stand, are they for protecting the holds or conquering them?)
Family:
Pets: (Fire-Lizards--limit 2 *No bronze or gold starting out*, Felines--limit 2, Canines--limit 2, Runnerbeasts-limit 1, *Limit of 4 Pets altogether, although there might be exceptions later, unless you are a Weyrling... then it is one... Weyrlings are not allowed runnerbeasts.*)
Appearance: (Hair, eyes, height, build, clothing, etc. One paragraph, meaning five sentences.)
Personality: (This must be at least a paragraph and a half, meaning eight sentences. You can’t describe anyone all that well in less than that. Include likes, dislikes, personal qualms, skills, hobbies, etc.)
History: (This needs to be at least eight lines, please. Try to give your character a history that explains their personality.)
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 Kedenth. First clutch.
Wing: Weyrling wing, ---- Class
