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Post by Memorie on Apr 29, 2006 13:09:17 GMT -5
Approved!
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Post by Memorie on Feb 21, 2006 12:33:21 GMT -5
Alright, dragon history fixed. ^_^
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Post by Memorie on Feb 15, 2006 21:21:51 GMT -5
Player InfoName: Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com-messen and email How you heard of LW: Been playing here for a long time Rider InformationName: 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 InformationName: 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?)
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Post by Memorie on Apr 29, 2006 11:55:33 GMT -5
I approve. Looks good to me, although after he Impresses whatever he Impresses, you'll need to add a bit more to history...a little more detail would be welcome, but is not required.
Thankies!!
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Post by Memorie on Feb 14, 2006 16:56:11 GMT -5
Well, yeah, but isn't G'llahar already blonde? I mean, that's kinda gold, right?
*crickets chirp*
Ok...sorry...nevermind. *wanders off to post elsewhere*
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Post by Memorie on Mar 18, 2006 13:32:06 GMT -5
Eh, I approve it.
No more female greenriders!!! That's the rule!
This is the last one, folks!!!!
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Post by Memorie on Feb 9, 2006 15:50:02 GMT -5
Player Info Name: Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com --Messenger and Email. The rest, you know. How you heard of LW: Been playin' here for quite some time.
Rider Information Name: Kabhi Gender: Female Age/Birthday: Twenty-eight, Late Summer Orientation: Bisexual Location: Lateo Rank/Wing: Wingrider in Luna Wing
Standing: Kabhi is indifferent to the holders in the North. She will follow the crowd as far as opinion goes, so that if the Weyrleaders defend the Northerners against Thread, so shall she.
Family: Kabhi's mother's name is Jawani, and she is a journeywoman weaver at Fotus Hold. She has light brown hair with eyes to match, and is somewhat plain looking at fifty-three turns. Having mothered six children, she no longer retains the slight frame she had after walking the tables, but she is still fit enough to keep up with her nine-turn-old daughter and still infant son. She was a loving mother, and all her children would agree that she always was there for them with all the love they needed or could ever want. She has a tendency for overprotection, and she occasionally can be a bit smothering. Kabhi and Jawani always had a good relationship, even with the rocky teenage years. She is pregnant again, and expecting in the fall. Jawani was a passive type of parent, usually leaving the rules and discipline up to her husband, Kasam.
Kasam, like his wife, holds the journeyman rank in the Weaving craft, and he is fifty-four turns old. Together, he and his wife made most of their children's clothes, saving a purseful of marks on clothing for their six children. Though he has dark hair to match his very tanned skin, his brilliant green eyes have attracted a fair amount of ladies other than Jawani, but he has remained faithful, excluding once after the birth of Kabhi, who is their oldest child. He is more handsome than his wife, and when he was a teenager, he was almost Searched, but he decided to stay on with his weaving. Weaving is Kasam's first, and many say only, love. He is more of a democratic parent, preferring to be diplomatic with his children then lord over them. For instance, when punishing his children, he often gives them a choice between two punishments: "You may clean the dishes for two seven-days, or you may sweep the floors for two seven-days." He doesn't deal very well with babies, and that is where Jawani often gets her work. He would rather work with his children when they become older, about eight or nine turns.
Kabhi is the oldest of their six children, and the next oldest is Kabhi's sister, Ko. Ko is now twenty-four, and she has inherited her father's strong face features, but with her mother's light brown eyes. She has her hair cut short, and is much more strong-willed than her oldest sister. She is married, and has a child of her own, Ri. Her husband is a simple holder, named Hay. She decided not to go the traditional family route and stayed out of Weaving, preferring to just raise her family and be a housewife.
The third child is Kabhi's brother, named Bariyan. He is twenty-three, and is at the Southern Weaver Hall. He doesn't look anything like his parents, since his hair is light blonde and his eyes are very dark brown. At first, Kasam was suspicious of his wife, but she promised that she, unlike he, had never waivered in her love for her husband.
Gham is Kabhi's next brother, and he is fifteen turns old. He still lives at home, of course, with his parents, but he is rebelling against their authority, like any adolescent. He refuses to go to the Weaver Hall, and instead, spends much of his time tuning and playing gitar. He has his mother's light hair and his father's piercing green eyes, and is becoming very handsome.
Tujh is nine turns old and is very vivacious and precocious. She is constantly questioning things and is very intelligent, and her eyes, inherited from her father, often appear to be her marker for that intelligence. Her light, almost blonde hair, curls around her heart-shaped face. She will grow to be a very beautiful, light hearted young woman.
Bol is Kabhi's youngest sibling (until Autumn). He is only two turns old, and he does not have all of his mental faculties. He is what the cruel would call "dimwitted," and if the Pernese healers on Pern had what Terran doctors have, they'd know he was mentally retarded. He can be very hyperactive, but if one looks in his eyes, they know he's not all there. He has light-blue eyes, symbols of his near-blindness, and his hair is very dark. He has not yet begun to talk, but his parents hope that he will learn to speak a bit in time.
Pets: None. Her family has several, but she decided to leave them all when she was Searched.
Appearance: Kabhi has dark colored hair, and has inherited her father's green eyes, though not so brilliant. They have flecks of brown in them, and there is a shape in the irises like tiny pools. They usually shine, and are very big. She has a high forehead, and a long nose that flares at the end widely. Her lips are small, and rarely do they part in smile, and her face is long, and as a child, she was called, "Runnerface." Her eyebrows are a little too thick, and her ears a little too big, but overall, she is the best mix of her mother and father than any of her brothers and sisters. Her neck is of average length, and she has a very medium build, muscular enough to take care of a dragon, but thin enough to be womanly and feminine. She keeps her shiny chocolate locks shoulderlength, a bit long to shove into a helmet, but she is not yet past the age where she'll be comfortable at the expense of beauty. She puts a kohl-like make-up around her eyes, but that is the only makeup she wears.
Her everyday clothes are a lot like her gather clothes in color, though not in texture and practicality. She likes to wear to red, and it brings out her eyes and medium tan. Her pants are always black, as are her boots, and her everyday tunics are belted with a black belt. She doesn't like her arms, and as a result, she usually wears long, though thin-clothed, sleeves. They are flowing and loose though, so she doesn't get too hot. She works hard to keep her boots clean and shined, and she likes clean clothes.
Her Gather finery consists of a flowy red dress that reaches either right below her knees or ot her ankles (she has two, formality depending on the occasion). They are both cut A-line and have tight bodices. She has black, open-toed sandals for more formal occasions, and light brown sandals for less formal, yet still dressy occasions. Kabhi likes to be well-dressed, and this comes from being raised by two weavers. Her mother and father have made all of her clothes. Sometimes she visits them to get more clothes as well as talk.
Personality: Kabhi is not very headstrong or talkative. She prefers to spend time alone, and is not very easily-trusting. She is a good friend once she gets to that level, and you'll never meet anyone more loyal.
She is highly afraid of being though of as naive, and so she tends to shy away from relationships unconsciously. She doesn't want anyone to hurt her. Mostly, she is a lonely girl that needs help to bring her out of her shell.
She learned how to operate a loom from her parents, but she's not very good at it. Kabhi is the average person: good at a few things, but not great at anything. She can sing okay, and she plays a crude set of pipes. She mostly likes to watch people do things.
History: Kabhi comes from Fotus Hold. She was raised to do as she was told and not to question orders. Her mother and father taught her loom, and she of course took her lessons from the Hold's harper, Fermon. When she showed an interest in pipes, the harper fashioned her a set, and taught her to play. She was Searched while she was playing, and never finished learning.
Kabhi is different from when she was a child. As a child, she was a bit more talkative and outgoing. As her mother had more children and therefore less time for Kabhi, she began to grow silent and more distant. Over time, she learned to self-heal when she had a problem instead of bringing it to those in charge.
Kabhi was with Fermon when the dragons touched down at Fotus for Search. The harper pushed her outside, telling her that it would be a great thing for her to be Searched and maybe Impress a dragon instead of wasting away at the Hold. She hurried to stand in front of the emerald dragon and was immediately in awe of the lovely creature. The dragon lowered its mighty head at the girl and sniffed curiously, and before she knew it, Kabhi was being told by the male rider to go to her hold and get what few belongings she needed and to come right back, because they were in a hurry. She ran to her hold, breathlessly informed her parents who wished her well, and grabbed her pipes, her clothes, and a gold chain she often wears. She and the rider, along with two other girls and a boy, headed back to the Weyr. She was fourteen when she was Searched.
As a candidate, Kabhi aquired a crush on a boy a bit older than she. He was seventeen and she was fourteen, but he didn't know she existed. Kabhi never told the boy, and he later Impressed a brown dragon, and the two didn't really have time to talk after that, so she just let it go. However, she still wishes that she would have approached him to make friends with him at least.
One day, she awoke to dragon hums in the early morning. The candidate master ran through the bunkrooms, calling for the children to arise and don their white robes and sandals. Kabhi was first out of bed and out the door, still struggling into the uncomfortable brown sandals which were not her own. She hurried out into the Bowl and into the Hatching Grounds, where the senior queen was crooning over her eggs. Kabhi had not Impressed yet in the four years she had lived at Lateo, and did not expect to today. Her surprise exploded like a grass hut on fire as the almost blue-sized green ambled towards her in the first half of the Hatching. Hello, Kabhi. I have longed for you forever, she said. Kabhi dropped to her knees, ignoring the shooting pain that originated from the hot sands. "You're hungry!" she exclaimed, knowing the hunger to also be her own now. "Wait, but what are you called?" she asked frantically. She began to worry irrationally that maybe the green she so admired wasn't for her. I am Alth, and I am 'hungry,' the green replied, inserting her warm assurance to the new rider. They left the sands and ate a meal like so many new weyrlings before them.
Dragon Information Name: Alth Color: Green Age: 10
Description: Large for a green, light, almost mint-green, her hide is somewhat cloudy. She gives an almost opalescent look. Her claws, wingbones, ridges, and other bone-flesh areas are a lot darker, giving her a speckled look from a distance. They are dark green, almost black
Personality: Alth is an almost shy green, a rarity among the color. She follows after her rider in preference of no company to any, and the few times she is open to others is during Flight. Unlike her rider, however, she has a flair for the dramatic.
History: The small green nose pushed its way out of the hard egg shells and the rest soon followed. She spread her wings and almost fell over, unused to the new movement. After that, she squabbled her way to a crowd of white things and felt for a presence like her own. Finding such presence in a white blob with something drak on top, she shook the rest of the residue and fluid from her eyes and stumbled to her chosen rider. Hello, Kabhi, she said. I have longed for you forever. The girl fell, it seemed, and Alth pushed on her elbow to steady her. After an exchange of names and words, Alth finally guided her new rider to the place that would satiate her hunger--the Weyrling table.
As weyrlings, Alth and Kabhi didn't excel or fail. They worked hard through the training and graduated knowing everything they would need to. They had a lot of fun together learning to fly, where they fell out of the air a lot. Learning how to go between was highly more successful for them, and they were the first to get to the exact point they needed to be at.
Now they have been together for ten turns, and Kabhi knows that Alth is the only company she's ever needed. Maybe someday soon, a rider will come along to change her mind...
((*grins* This'll be fun. I hope it doesn't seem like she's no fun to play with...tell me if it seems that way, eh?))
Clutch: Gold Shimeanth and Bronze Azmoveth
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Post by Memorie on Mar 19, 2006 15:53:58 GMT -5
Player InfoName:Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com <--msn and email How you heard of LW: been playing here for a while Rider InformationName: T'den (Tanden) Gender: Male Age/Birthday: 36/Mid-Spring Orientation: Homosexual Location: Lateo Rank/Wing: Wingrider/Sidus Wing Standing: T'den believes the holders and crafters of the North are worth saving because they are like ignorant babes. He is big on mercy and will protect the people of Pern. Family: His mother's name was Srinda, and she is sixty-four years old. She is a creche nanny, and even in her somewhat old age, she still loves to take care and watch over the children. As a mother, she was never entirely strict with Tanden, and actually, the whole Lower Caverns watched the boy, instead of just her. Her other children were raised in much the same way. T'den's father is Nalo, and he is a sixty-seven year old cook. His specialty are the bubbly pies he makes for children. He, like Srinda, never actually took an active role in his chilren's lives, but he was there for any support they might need. He was a tiny bit more strict the Srinda, but only because he was their father. Granier is his brother, older by three turns and far more agressive and competitive. Tanden and Granier never got on very well, partially because of Tanden's laid-back attitude. Granier always was of the belief that men should be rough and hard, and never show weakness. Tanden disagreed, and therein the problems started. He is a dragonrider, and he rides bronze Maith. His name is now Gr'nier. Srindalo is T'den's younger sister, and is twenty-nine turns old. She is a cook with her father. She is a real sweetheart, and very agreeable. As children, her and Tanden played together, and he protected her as best he could from the rough, mean boys--including their older brother. He took a lot of hits for the girl, and they still have a good relationship. She is mated to another weyrcook, and they have one child. Srindalo is expecting another in the winter. Pets: One green firelizard, named Ago. T'den named her after his dragon. He found when he was sweepriding for weather over th beaches. As he looked down, he saw little flitters of gold, bronze and brown, and directed Agoth to touch down several dragonlengths away. As he snuck up on the clutch, the gold who had laid the eggs, came after him in fury, and T'den ended up with a few deep scratches and welts from the lizard's beak and claws. He got close enough to the pile of eggs, which were still not completely hardened, to grab one on the most outside of the group. Being careful not to shake it, he placed it inside his riding jacket and scurried away before the gold could really hurt him. He went back to Agoth, finished his sweep quicky, and hurried back to the Weyr. A sevenday later, the egg hatched, and T'den fed it immediately, having recieved advice from several others with the creatures. As her hunger was sated, she curled up on T'den's belly, and he named her Ago, and she chirped in approval before falling asleep. Appearance: T'den has a high forehead, tanned by all his years spent in Southern. His eyebrows are moderately think, and his eyes themselves are light blue. His nose is long and narrow, not even belling at the end. Lips that usually are grinning cover white teeth, and his chin is wide and cleft. His hair is dirty blonde, and his ears are a bit small. T'den has a thin body-type, only bulked up by muscles gained as a dragonrider. He has thin arms, and somewhat delicate hands. He is a good example of medieval beauty. He has a thick chest, and a rock hard stomach, like most other riders. His hips are thin, and his legs are thick, but only with muscle in the thighs and calves. He has large feet. As his favorite color to wear is blue, since it complements his eyes, he has a large selection of tailor-made shirts to fit his body. He wears tan or khaki colored pants, also tailor-made. He usually wears light colored sandals, and a bracelet always graces his left wrist. This bracelet is made of black rope for the string part, and has blue and blacks beads on it in no particular shape. He recieved this bracelet from his parents when he Impressed. For Gathers, he has a beautiful deep blue shirt that he wears with his darkest colored black pants. He also has a lighter colored blue shirt that he wears sometimes, but he is not as fond of it as he is the deep blue shirt. He wears black boots with this outfit, and, of course, his bracelet. T'den is a person that is always well put-together, and he always looks nice, even in his work clothes. Personality: T'den is overall very laid back and chill. He enjoys a good laugh as much as the next man, but he is also content to just sit and look at the fire, or listen to others. He has a good amount of friends, and most people do like him. T'den enjoys flying with Agoth more than anything else. Her nimble, dainty wings powerfully pushing air beneath them fascinates him and pleases her. The two are very close, and there are absolutely no secrets between them. One of his favorite pasttime activities is music-making. He can play a decent set of pipes, can keep rhythm on drums, and has a good voice for singing. His light baritone is pleasant to listen to, and he sometimes sees the weyrsinger for a bit of lessons. When walking around, he can often be heard humming little ditties or softly singing songs under his breath. T'den doesn't like rough people. He thinks that men who are tough and rough all the time are faking it, and probably are a little crazy. This system of belief stems from growing up with his driven brother. History: Tanden was born in the weyr, to a nanny mother and a cook father. They spoilt him until he hit two, when he was old enough to be looked after by others. Both parents were busy taking care of the Weyr, and like so many other Lower Caverns parents, did not always have time to take out of their day to discipline and constantly watch their children. Tanden was a happy child, enjoying his many "mommies" and "pops." Everyone seemed to enjoy the pleasant child too. When he was five, he fell from a large pile of rocks in the Bowl and broke his arm. He cried, and his older brother, who was afraid of getting in trouble (since he had been told not to let his young brother play on boulders, rock piles, or other dangerous places), kicked him and told him his arm wasn't broken. To prove his point, Granier grabbed Tanden's arm and pulled hard to pull him off of the ground. Tanden cried and lashed out with his other arm, knocking Granier upside his head. Soon, a dragonrider heard Tanden's cries, and carried him to the Weyrhealer, who set the boy's arm. Granier, of course, got in a lot of trouble, not only from his own parents, but from everyone. In the Lower Caverns, the belief is that "there is a lot to be said for public humiliation," and Granier felt that for quite some time. When Tanden was nineteen, and nearing the end to his standing for Impressions, he Impressed the love of his life: Agoth. The poor green had wrapped herself up under her claws, and as he helped her, Impression was made. Through Weyrling Training, T'den found that he enjoyed the feeling he got when trying something new, and his own favorite lesson was going beween, even though Agoth wasn't too fond of it at first. When they graduated, T'den wanted to be placed in Luna wing, but when he was tapped for Sidus, he took it, figuring that Luna would have tapped him if they'd wanted him. He's been flying with Sidus for almost thirteen turns. Dragon InformationName: Agoth Color: Green Age: 19 turns Description: Agoth is a delicate dragon. She has dainty claws and is somewhat small, even for her color. She is very graceful, however, and both she and T'den attribute this to her dainty size. Her hide itself is a dark emerald color, and her claws and boneflesh are even darker. Personality: Agoth is kind and proper. She always observes rank when speaking with other dragons, and she has respect for those older than she is. T'den is under the impression that she is a favorite among dragonkind. She makes friends very easily. History: The mottled egg hatched, revealing a dark colored green, made even darker by the egg-fluids all over her gleaming hide. She stumbled and creened a little bit, but then resumed her course, intent on finding someone like her to feed her starving stomach. A small boy stood near a lot of other young men, and he was looking at her, as if he knew she was meant for him. She crooned happily, and stumbled over to him, wrapping her right wing under claws in the process. She tipped onto her face, startled. T'den, help me. Your Agoth needs you, but she cannot reach you, dear love, she said, frustrated at the situation. He hurried over to his new mate and breathed in deeply as she asserted her mind to his, and Impression was made. He unwrapped her wingtip from her claws, and they headed toward the food table. In Weyrling Training, they were neither the best, nor the worst, but they did try hard and learn all they could before graduation. Their most enjoyed lesson was the one teaching the Weyrlings how to wash their dragons. T'den and Agoth splashed around in the water so much, they got yelled at and rebuked. They apologized, but laughed about it privately. After graduation, Agoth and T'den were placed in Sidus Wing. They have been in the wing for about thirteen years. Clutch: Bronze Zarmith and Gold Ulmerath
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Post by Memorie on Jan 16, 2006 12:16:08 GMT -5
Player InfoName: Mem Contact Info: prettygrrl186- AIM shirachatool@hotmail.com -MSN mess. and email How you heard of LW: Erm...I've been playing here for like...six months, or something Character InformationName: Milaka Gender: Male Age/Birthday: Sixteen/Mid-Spring Orientation: Heterosexual Location: Lateo Weyrhold Rank: Holdbrat Family:Having a larger family was always a relief for Milaka. It meant that there was always an open ear that belonged to someone his age to talk to. His brother, Lerek, is now seventeen, and his sister, Mwatah, has just Turned thirteen. His littlest brother, Hanlak, is seven, and his youngest sister is only three, and her name is Millem. In a family this size, and with two young children, Milaka never gets a lot of attention, but he doesn't mind His mother, Milhan, is something of a live-wire, and she takes pride in a clean holding. As a parent, she was the authoritarian type, and her children always knew her word was law. If she said to them, "go wash your hands for supper," it meant, "when you get back, your filthy mitts had better be pristine, and your nails better sparkle so that they blind me." However, she was always a loving mother, and always smiled at her children. The children's father, Lemorik, was a bit more loose, and certainly more comical. Luckily for his offspring, they don't seem to have inherited his clumbsiness, for which their mother always teases him. Milaka could always wheedle an extra mark from him for a Gather, and the other two older children were just as slick. Unbeknownst to them, he always knew their plans, he just couldn't say no. Luckily for him, his children never took advantage of him unfairly. The relationship between Milhan and Lemorik was an odd, if enviable, one. Though they have their obvious differences, they have maintained a highly loving and caring relationship easily. This has provided thier children with a good home to grow up in, and is the reason they have turned out so stable. Pets: None. Milhan told each of her kids that five children is "pets" enough. Appearance: Though he is from a Southern hold, his skin is only lightly tanned. He is not too dissimilar to the Terran European-Saxon male. His hair is a natural mix of dirty blonds and browns, and, if he doesn't take regular baths, his hair has a tendency to look somewhat dirty. He keeps it in a non-messy style, finger-combed forward. He is tender-headed, and he likes for people to "play" with his hair, which consists of them finger-combing it more. His eyes are a kind of cobalt blue, not too deep, and yet, not piercing blue. They are calm. The eye-shape itself is normal and his eyes are not yet wrinkled, though his genetics show that someday, they will have more wrinkles than an old Auntie. His eyebrows, usually held high in jest, can also be seen furrowed in deep thought. He has a heart-shaped face, with thin lips. His smile is genuine, though often given. His nose has a thin bridge, and then widens, giving his nostrils a natural flared look. His ears are little, and he has detached earlobes. He has a smaller body type, and is sort of lanky. However, "lanky" doesn't mean "weak" for Milaka. His arms hide good-sized muscles, and his legs are stronger than they appear. His muscles don't ever show unless he flexes them, giving him his lanky appearance. He stands at about 5'6", and commands 177 pounds of bone, fat, and muscle. Personality: Milaka is an easy-going young man. Milaka is friendly, though often a smartass. He often pokes fun at people as a way of breaking ice when he first meets them, and it is then people decide if they like him or not. He likes to laugh, and he likes to be around people. He doesn't "want to hear" about their supposed "woes," and he doesn't like Sob Stories. Milaka is a good friend, and will listen to troubles, but that is not all he likes to do. Milaka has faults like everyone else, and his fault is rudeness. If he is involved in a conversation that he doesn't like and he can't change the subject, then he simply walks away from the talker. If someone says or does something stupid, he will inform the person of the error. Having grown up in a hold, Milaka has somewhat more conservative views than a weyrchild would, although since he grew up in a weyrhold, they are a bit more relaxed than the other holders' views. History: Being the middle child has given Milaka his good personality and sense of humor. In a family where the parents don't often have enough time for all the children, a child must often learn how to amuse himself. Making friends is also important for survival in such a family, and especially for middle children. Milaka is the second child to his parents, and he had a normal birth, with only one complication: he came out late. Though the healer did not "induce" birth, Milaka was late by ten days. It is a joke between his parents that in the womb is where Milaka began to learn to shirk his duties, the first one being birth. Though Milaka is a responsible young man, he sometimes slides and slithers from chores. This will change with age. When Milaka was about five years of age, he became lost in one of the many crop fields that surround Lateo Weyrhold. He had followed his six-year old brother in, expecting a good time, and was quickly separated from him. Lerek, of course, made a joke of it, and ran in circles around his brother, making scary sounds and being an idiot. They were supposed to have been picking the crops, and Milhan couldn't see over the tall stalks to watch her children, and was also preoccupied with Mwatah, then just barely turned two. Their father was bartering with local merchants. As Milaka ran around the field, he screamed and cried, and Lerek realized his joke was no longer funny. He ran to his brother, and took him back to the holding, where Lerek recieved a proper spanking for his mischief. Even now, panic builds in Milaka's veins if he loses his way. Milaka is sixteen, and he was searched the fall of his fifteenth turn. When the giant blue touched, all the local children left their duties. This meeting had been scheduled for sometime with the Weyr, so the various parents and instructors did no reprimanding, but simply followed the children outside. As Milaka lined up with the other children, a large, deep blue head came his way. Not knowing what else to do but not back away, he said, "Hullo!" The dragon pulled back, and a rider beckoned to him. Milaka joined the ranks of those chosen and forced a smile, waving to his mother (who was crying), and his father (looking extraordinarily proud), and his sisters and brothers. After the last few boys were chosen, he was put a-dragonback, and betweened to the Weyr. At first, Milaka was worried that he wasn't really special enough, qualified really, to be a candidate. He didn't really have any special skills. He could hum a decent tune, and he could plant crops and pick them, and he knew how to ride a runner, but nothing specialized like some of the other candidates. He is still a bit nervous that no dragon will like him enough to be his own, but friends have helped to allieve these self-doubting thoughts. Do you want this char Searched? Well, he's already at the Weyr, but I would like his search played out with one of the riders. Color Preference Brown
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Post by Memorie on Mar 24, 2006 2:17:19 GMT -5
Then I approve it. We'll see what Dizzy says tomorrow, I swear. I'll pull her onto the site by her braids if need be.
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Post by Memorie on Mar 24, 2006 1:13:12 GMT -5
"But all knew the rider would not land, this tiny hold was one of thousands that had suffered much the same fate in the last few years."
This is what Dizzy meant by not having thousands of holds in the South. Not even tiny holds. We haven't been in the South quite that long. Most Harpers are trained by Masters, yes, but we don't really have an organized Hall to speak of. I'm not sure how to describe it--perhaps a workshop? I dunno, sorry if that's not helpful.
That's all.
"“Yessir.” Telly nodded, that was about the only thing Atellata had ever said to him, that and “nosir”"
Who is Atellata?
~~~ The point is, it looks good. Yup. There's my nitpick. [/ end nitpick]
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Post by Memorie on Feb 17, 2006 17:39:57 GMT -5
'Tis good, and I like your sample post.
I'd like to see a little more appearance--how high is his forehead? Is his hair thin? Does he have a crazy mad big nose? Are his ears like Dumbo's? What's his body type? Are there any flaws in his near-perfection?
I'd also like a bit more personality. Is he afraid of anything? Does he like music? Is he a good dancer? Does he enjoy the company of a fine woman? What's his favorite food? Does he have nightmares about his family? What's he do in his spare time? What qualities does he deplore in others?
As a bit of advice, when I'm making a bio, I always try to think of the character as a friend that I'm no longer friends with. That way, I can say good things about them, but also list faults. I don't know if that'll help you any, but it usually works for me.
As for the dragon, what kind of "unheard of" manuevers does he pull? Make up names, I'm just interested to know what kinda stunts this draggie pulls. His description is terrific, though!!!! Good job.
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Post by Memorie on Feb 16, 2006 16:47:09 GMT -5
Player InfoName: Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com- email and MSN messenger How you heard of LW: EzBoard Searched DRoP Rider InformationName: M'larain (Monornalarain) Gender: Male Age/Birthday: 54/Early Spring Orientation: Heterosexual Location: Sodalis Rank/Wing: Weyrling Master/Duro Wing Standing: M'larain believes that while the crafthalls and holds that refused to support the Weyrs do not deserve to be protected, he will do so anyway when the time comes, if he is still young enough to be able to. Family:Mother- Loraine (90 turns) Father- Monoran (87 turns) Sisters- Loranmorana (56 turns) Brothers- Monoanie (58 turns) M'larain's parents chose extravagant names for their children because they felt like their own names were boring and plain. Maternal Grandsires- (deceased) Lorcenzo (grandsire), Annya (granddam) Maternal Aunts and Uncles- Cenya (Aunt) and Inlor, Anzo (uncle) and Keran Paternal Grandsires- (deceased) Ranla (grandsire), Monlia (granddam) Paternal Aunts and Uncles- Ranmon (Aunt) and Theru, Liala (Aunt) and Arjer Pets: None. A dragon is quite enough. Appearance: M'larain's hair was brown as a child, but lightened to blonde because of the Southern sun. His eyes are dark brown. He stands at about 6'1", and weighs about 215 lbs. He has a sturdy build, and while he is not the strongest man, he is definitely not the weakest either. He keeps little facial hair, as it is thinning with age. He wears light colored clothes which compliment his eyes and tan. He prefers light reds and light tans, as well as dark browns. His Gather clothes are usually a Crimson shirt with dark brown pants. His work clothes consist of a light tan shirt (though not white), and darker-colored pants. Personality: M'larain is a somewhat sarcastic, snippy man. He enjoys his version of "joking," which often includes sarcasm. He is quick to inform people of their annoyances. He dislikes ignorance. This is one of the reasons he dislikes the north- that people could be so ignorant as to believe they no longer require the services of the riders. He also dislikes pity. M'larain is afraid of becoming forgetful in his old age. As he is, even in his fiftieth decade, he has a sharp mind, sharp wit, and even sharper tongue. He is fearful of losing these advantages. M'larain enjoys painting and drawing, and this is often what one can observe him doing in his spare time...at least until he chases one off. Before becoming a rider, he was training towards being a harper Journeyman, though the achievement was still years off. M'larain never puts things off. He believes procrastination breeds ignorance, and to a certain extent, it is true. He often works the Weyrlings a bit harder than other Weyrling Masters would, but the Weyrlings most often turn out better for it. History: M'larain's birth was a difficult one for his mother, and the midwife and healer both agreed that the woman was lucky to live through it. He was a large baby, and as he came out, he ripped his mother's womb, causing her to bleed. It was hard, but the healer finally ceased the bleeding, and M'larain was the last child the woman had. At age eight, Monornalarain was sent to the Southern Harper Hall for instruction. He learned how to copy things neatly and play gitar and drums, but what he learned most was how to snoop. Monornalarain's ability to pry secrets from people was aided by how cute he was as a child. When Monornalarain was fifteen, he was Searched by Sodalis for a clutch they had hardening on the Sands. At first, he resisted, saying his place was in the Hall, but after a long talk with his masters and the searchrider, he decided to go as long as he could return if he didn't Impress. The following spring, the clutch hatched, and though at first, his only thoughts were those of returning to the Harper Hall, he attracted brown Helliath to him and Impressed him. Upon the Impression, all thoughts of the Hall were abandoned without despair, and the newly honored M'larain concentrated on being the best rider, for he had the best dragon. After two grueling years of very hard work, the brownrider and his dragon graduated Weryling training and began their work as wingmembers. Though he was nervous at first because he was unsure of how to act around the adults he had just ome to know, he soon adapted and made a spot for himself in the wing. He and Helliath were nobody's favorites, but they had come up and had earned the grudging respect of their fellows. When M'larain was fourty, the weyrling master who had trained him retired from the job to pursue less stressful activites. The rider approached M'larain, who agreed to take the job without arguement. He has enjoyed this post for fourteen turns. Dragon InformationName: Helliath Color: Brown Age: 35 Description: Helliath is a larger brown, though not the largest. He and M'larain are remarkably similar in that aspect, in that they are neither the weakest nor the strongest, but somewhere inbetween, leaning toward the latter. Helliath has muscles and is stronger than most browns. He is a light tawny brown with dappled age marks Personality: Helliath often finds the faults in others, but he will only voice his complaints to M'larain, who often agrees. He never talks to other riders or people, and only would if it were an extreme emergency. He only sometimes speaks to other dragons, mostly during Wing practices and when instructing the Weyrling dragons. He, like M'larain, has a bit of a soft spot for them, though he would never show it (also like M'larain). History: Impression, Weyrling Training, Graduation, Wingrider duties, Weyrling Master's dragon. Clutch: Bronze Jepherath and Gold Alliath
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Post by Memorie on Apr 21, 2006 21:35:19 GMT -5
I'll talk to Dizzy about it. There may be a reason why she is retired at such a middle age (I mean really. Sixty-five on Pern is like Forty-five on Earth) that I just don't know about. Keep waiting on tenterhook until then!
*whispers* It's not like you aren't going to get her anyway. And I'll argue to the death with Dizzy about the Ten Clutches thing. That's just silly. >,< lol
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Post by Memorie on Apr 21, 2006 18:13:54 GMT -5
Hey Blue!
65 is not old enough to be retired, considering that Pernese commonly live to be 100 +. I think Robinton was somewhere around 110 when he died with AIVAS (someone correct me if I'm wrong). Maybe 85 or 90.
Unless you plan to adopt the Burach Lord Holder someday, I'd check with Diz about making him as cruel as he seems.
It's okay to use the word "month" in your profile. Pern is a bit primitive, but not back to using the word "moons," outside of Harper song.
My god, are you trying to tell me that Shimeath only had 10 clutches her whole life? Only three queens? You do realize that in the 20 turns leading up to Pass and Fall, a Queen's clutches grow significantly, and are laid twice a year? And, when Pass gets really really close, a Queen can be laid every clutch, as long as the flight is decent and the dragon not fat (like Nemorth and Jora). Please, please change that. Or do away with it altogether, since it's not really relevant to the profile.
When you change those things, I approve. Diz or E may have something else to add.
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