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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jun 30, 2007 17:50:31 GMT -5
H'nen had practically jumped on the chance to get out of the Weyr. He was lucky he didn't have watch duty tonight or tomorrow night. Not that he minded so much but he would much rather have some time away from the sadness that had become the normal state of the Weyr. He couldn't take all the depression that was going around.
This Gather, he hoped, would pick up some spirits. Betheroth had dropped him near the entrance to the Gather, but a bit off to the side. HE had gone to the fireheights with some other dragons... some greens and one or two blues. The dragon was a flirt to put it mildly.
The wares being sold made little matter to him. He was too preoccupied. Perhaps there would be someone here he could talk to. He had friends whom he enjoyed chatting with but otherwise he was rather quiet. It wasn't that he didn't like company he was just very choosy about who to befriend.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Nov 12, 2005 16:52:00 GMT -5
Player Info Name: hrsegrl Contact Info: umaine17@earthlink.net AIM: Katgod5672 How you heard of LW: Ez board
Rider Information Name: Morelia Gender: female Age/Birthday: 42 Orientation: heterosexual Location: Sodalis Rank/Wing: Wingrider, Blood Char Wing Standing: Northerner’s , the bane of her existence. Why should she risk her life and that of her dragon for people who do not even know dragons exist. They thought dragons were not needed, so they don't need them. Morelia would prefer to leave the North to its own. Family: Mother: Faliora, a drudge at Lateo Weyr. She made her daughter get into weaving. Died two turns ago at the age of 69. Father: M'ralien, blue rider at Lateo Weyr. He and Morelia were very close up to his death earlier this turn. He was 77.
Brothers on mother's Side: Mefal: 52 Turns, Weyr drudge. He has a wife, Jekana and three children, (1) Mekan: Drudge age 27, (2) Melana: Drudge age 25. (3) Jefala: journeywoman weaver, age 22
Faloren: Journeyman weaver level. Age 48 Turns. Has no children.
Brothers on father's side: Morenet: Age 56 Turns. Lateo Drudge. Married to another drudge, Tallani. Four children, one is deceased. (1) Talenet: age 32. Lateo drudge. (2) Moreni: age 30 Turns, journeywoman farmer. (3) Renalla: age 28 turns. Drudge at the harper workhall.
Morellin: Age 46 Turns. Dislikes his sister, not on speaking terms. Lateo Weyr drudge. He is jealous of Morelia because she impressed a dragon when he did not.
No sisters on mother's side
Sister on father's side: Moraina: Age 51 Turns. Master level Harper. Married to another harper, Gandesen. They have five living children: (1) Rainaen: Age 30 Turns, journeywoman harper. Has three children, Railise age 10, Caraien age 8, Caen age 4. (2) Morigand: Age 28 Turns, journeyman harper. Has two children. Leand age 7, Ganlean age 3. (3) Naedese: Age 26 Turns. drudge at the harper craft workshop near Lateo. One daughter, Desela age 5. (4) Granen: Age 23 Turns. Journeyman healer. No children. (5) Ainese: Age 20 Turns. Journeywoman harper. one son, Aidet age 1.
Her children:
Jaemor: 14 Turns old is and apprentice harper near Sodalis Weyr. He gets along well with his mother when he visists.
Tiborel: 12 Turns old. He still lives at Sodalis as a Weyrbrat. He and his mother had a falling out. They don't speak.
Berelia: 5 Turns. Sodalis Weyrbrat. Adores her mother and is often caught sneaking to her mother's weyr at night. Morelia adores her in return.
Pets: None
Description:
The good form of the rider easily hides her older age. Slender shoulders reveal soft tanned skin and an elegant neck. Her riding boots are brown and worn from years of experience and her riding leathers match their color, equally worn. Blue-gray eyes look out from under dark eyelashes. Followed by nicely arching eyebrows. Her light brown hair usually worn up in a braid but when let loose falls in voluminous waves down her back. She has a few wrinkles especially around her eyes and mouth from squinting or laughing.
She is about average in height for a woman but has a delicately, lithe build. Her muscles are more effeminate in nature and generally make her appear younger. She stands at around 5'5" and weighs 135 lbs.
Personality: Morelia believes in one thing above most, retribution. If you want respect, give it. If you want loyalty, be loyal. She doesn't like gossips and really hates people who use gossip as a form of entertainment. Morelia doesn't get along with many women, especially not other green riders. She doesn't agree with lying, even white lies. So some people could not handle the truth, but they better wake up and smell the klah because the truth would stare them in the face eventually.
Morelia does not take shit from anyone and is a hard person to deal with if you've treated her badly in the past. She does hold grudges and feels that you have to treat others the way you would like to be treated. Quick to judge others, Morelia is a critic. Do not piss her off because she is quick with her tongue and quicker with her wit.
During wing drills and training she holds no malice towards her wing mates and leaves personal issues out of her performance. She is good at following orders though she doesn't always agree with them. She knows her place and her duty to the Weyr.
History:
A fine morning in the early spring Morelia was delivered into the Lower Caverns of Lateo Weyr. Her mother, a drudge, raised Morelia till she was old enough to stay in the creche most of the time. That didn't stop her mother from teaching her. She learned a lot about not being a gossip and always telling the truth from her mother. The young girl also was visited by her blue rider father every now and again. The two bonded so well that he visited her more and more.
Morelia was apprenticed to the weaver craft at the age of eight. She disliked weaving though her mother always wanted to do it. Morelia had no talent for it and often came out with her threads bunched up or the wrong thread in the wrong place. The crafters felt she was never entirely paying attention to her work. The young girl found she learned more interesting things from her father.
M'ralein taught the Morelia about dragons and interesting things of history and geography. She found him a fascinating person. The girl already looked like her father with her light brown hair, blue eyes and widow’s peak. Her brothers on her father's side were jealous of the attention she got from their father. He was more attentive to her than any of them. He still made time to see his other three children it was obvious whom he favored. Morellin was never happy with his father because he was envious of his sister, Morelia.
Morelia was raised in the creche of Lateo Weyr up until she impressed. She did not impress at Lateo. They asked candidates from Lateo to be brought over to Sodalis as they had few candidates and wanted the dragonets to have more choice. Fortunately for Morelia, her father found her and brought her to the hatching sands at Sodalis. The soon to be sixteen turn old waited on the hot sands, not tall at all for her age at that point, she looked to be only twelve. The dragons however, knew that she belonged there.
Standing in her white gown the young teen waited, several dragonets walked towards her only to impress to someone else. An extremely small egg was on the sands that day. This was probably Alliath's last clutch, so it was expected that the egg may not hatch. The little green had other ideas. Her tiny wings burst free of her shell. As people got in the little green's way she knocked them over approaching Morelia, screams of pain in the background of her mind. Get out of the way next time you sharding fools.Naraleth looked at Morelia making impression.I don't see why they are complaining. Why should they blame poor Naraleth for getting in the way of finding hers. "As long as you are alright, who cares what they think." Morelia said supporting her dragon. Morelia you are right. I'm awfully tired you know. "Of course after all the hard work you did. Come on darling. We will get you some food and then your couch will be waiting in the barracks." Morelia walked the dragonet off the sands confidently.
From then on dragon and rider were a team. They worked together during Weyrling lessons and often found themselves excelling at practice. After graduating they were placed in the Weyrleader's wing and have remained there. Morelia and Naraleth have been known to have many lovers and as a result Morelia has her three children.
Her first born she birthed when she was about 28 Turns of age. He was named for both parents as was customary. Jaemor is now an apprentice harper. He enjoys his time with Morelia and visits when possible. Her second child, another son, is Tiborel. He was a result of a mating flight, Morelia and his father had a falling out causing him to not really like his mother.
Her latest addition, Berelia, is a result of a covert love affair between Morelia and another rider at Lateo. The affair ended recently as she stopped visiting Lateo when her father died earlier this turn. Her father had retired from wingriding a couple turns prior to now. He died of old age and his dragon followed him. Morelia misses him terribly which is one reason why she lets her daughter cling to her. Berelia is often found on her mother's hip or following her around. She is a spitting image of her mother and it’s a good thing too. People would know about Morelia's other reason for going to Lateo if she looked at all like her father.
Lately Morelia has been worried about thread fall and death. Growing old scares her as she doesn't really want to think of herself as old. Berelia and Naraleth keep her happy and make her feel younger so she doesn't let her age get to her too much.
Dragon Information Name: Naraleth Color: Green Age: 26 Turns
Description:
Naraleth though she hatched from a very small egg has grown to an average sized green. She is a good 23 feet in length. Her hide is a clover green color and always seems to be in good condition. Naraleth has a refined head, wide chest and a narrow body. Her eyes are generally a light blue as she is a normally clam dragon though she is easily upset. When she has one of these upsetting moments her eyes swiftly change to a ruddy orange.
Personality:
Naraleth has a quirky personality. She is the epidimy of a promiscuous green. Nara doesn't get along with other greens and tends to be a bit waspish. she enjoys showing off her maneuverability in front of the other dragons. Having a disregard for other peoples feelings, Naraleth makes herself seem a bit self centered. She does not really think on the future. More content with living things day to day she does not concern herself with the prospect of thread.
Nara is slightly jealous of queens and the amount of power they have. She wishes she had so much control over those around her. However she would not want to have to clutch and usually keeps the idea to herself. Every once in a while Morelia will catch her saying something about it, but she will quickly let it drop.
History: On the sands were Golden Alliath's last clutch, the day Morelia sttod. A small egg on the sands seemed to be a dud, as the queen was growing old. The little green inside burst free of her shell. As she began to walk toward hers, people were getting in her way. She knocked them over approaching Morelia; screams of pain in the background of her mind.
Get out of the way next time you sharding fools.Naraleth looked at Morelia making impression.I don't see why they are complaining. Why should they blame poor Naraleth for getting in the way of finding hers. "As long as you are alright, who cares what they think." Morelia said supporting her dragon. Morelia you are right. I'm awfully tired you know. "Of course after all the hard work you did. Come on darling. We will get you some food and then your couch will be waiting in the barracks." Naraleth walked off the sands in her own elegant way. For a newly hatched dragon she had incredible balance walking next to her rider.
As a Weyrling Naraleth followed rules and orders and started butting heads with the other female dragons. She decided to stick with talking to the males. Her promiscuity as an adult only began at her first flight. Naraleth has been known to fly often and by different dragons. Having been around for awhile, she only remembers dramatic things from the past by how she was feeling at the time. Morelia's first birthing she remembers for all the worrying she did. She also remembers the other two. The last one, was most worrisome as her rider continues to get older. Naraleth does not ever trouble herself with the future but it is coming to about time when Naraleth will fly again. She is used to having visits from a certain five turn old, and likes the child well enough. She is probably the only person besides Morelia that the dragon speaks to.
Clutch: Gold Alliath and bronze Jephareth
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Feb 14, 2006 20:50:05 GMT -5
I hope thats better... let me know if more is needed in the history... I wasn't sure what to write. There are not that many Weyrling Bronzes to look into, and I don't have anywhere near as much history as a full grown Bronze.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jan 19, 2006 20:41:37 GMT -5
(Can anyone tell me what clutch the Fidelis class came from? I was unable to find the information on the Weyrling clutches...))
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jan 19, 2006 12:51:47 GMT -5
Player Info Name: hrsegrl Contact Info: umaine17@earthlink.net AIM: Katgod5672 How you heard of LW: Ez board
Rider Information
Name: Z’rion, Zarion
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 17, early fall
Orientation: heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Wingrider, Ardeo Wing
Standing: He doesn’t trouble himself with Northernor’s. He would protect them whether they are worth saving or not, simply because he likes a challenge.
Family:
Zarion was born into a common family in the Southern continent. His mother spent most of her time raising children as his father studied the fishing craft. His father went missing once but was found and revived. Fishing is a hard craft as many people can be lost in a storm out on the sea. He swears he was saved by Shipfish and tells the children tales about them at night before bed
Zarion’s mother was always the lighthearted person. She had no real looks but personality to make up for it. He looked up to her in a way for raising ten children and never complaining.
Brothers: Zarion has three brothers. Two older, one younger. Zeked: age 31 turns. Married and a journeyman fisher. Live not far from his parents. Has four children. Three daughters and one son. Zeked was the second child and therefore took a lot of responsibility on himself. He finds his brother to eb abnoxious and a bit too light when subjects are as important as life and death. He is glad that his brother is at the Weyr and out of his way.
Gedit: age 27 turns. Married and a journeyman fisher. Also lives near home. He too has married and has three children all sons. Gedit is a steady person with a good wit and though not always the most responsible, when things are important he finds a way to pull through. He likes most of his siblings but not so mch the youngest two since he barely knows them.
Dishien: age 15 turns. Learning the craft from his father, so he is technically apprenticed as a fisherman. Dislikes his sister Zahria and has a bit of a sour personality. He is a rude person and generally a smart mouth.
Sisters: Zarion has six sisters. Five are older.
Gashia: age 33 turns. Eldest child married a journeyman farmer. They have five children three daughters, two sons. She is a motherly type adn tends to be a calm and organized person. Generally has a swee disposition and loves her family dearly.
Arien: age 29 turns. A journeywoman weaver. Has not had time to settle down. Moved to the Lateo workhall. Moved away from home turns ago but tries to keep in touch now and again. She is a very busy person and likes having things to do.
Dazani: age 25 turns. Married to a journeyman fisher. They too live nearby their parents. Has two children both daughters. Dazani likes her life and enjoys raising her children she often goes home to help her parents, as they are getting older.
Tascha: age 22 turns. A journeywoman fisher. Not yet married. She tends to be a bit unfriendly to men. Many people wonder about her strangeness but her family still lovesd her. Her favorite sibling is her brother Z'rion.
Dekella: age 18 turns. Married recently to a journeyman fisher and is currently with child. Dekella dreamed of a dragonriding life more so than her brother and is often a bit angry at how her life is turning out. She is unhappy and her mother is constantly worried about her depression.
Zahria: age 14 turns. Lives at home still. Too young to marry off just yet. Zahria is both bossy and frivolous. She would have made a great harper in some ways,in others perhaps the wife of a holder. In any case she is a brat and her younger brother generally hates her guts. They wish they could throw eachother Between.
Pets: none
Appearance:
He isn’t exactly a handsome guy though he more than makes up for it in personality. He is broad shouldered and tall, standing at about 6’6”. As most riders he is in shape, though Z'rion became in shape while fishing on his father's boat, lugging heavy objects...the normal fisherman life, except now he doesn't smell like a fisherman. His abs are not the best part of his build but rather his arms, which seem to curve perfectly when he moves an arm. His back too has a hidden sex appeal as his back is muscled in a good way.
He has blonde curly hair and brown eyes that are matched by his dark eyebrows. His hair is long, just past shoulder length and though he knows it should be shorn off he has not found it in himself to say goodbye to the golden locks. As he doesn’t like to have facial hair he is clean shaven.
He tends to wear a smile on his face and seems to be very young in his appearance. His face has no real wrinkles or scars. Z’rion has a straight nose, though large and tight lips that seem to be drawn upward in a smirk whenever it isn’t in his often lopsided smile.His hands are large, but not really nice to look at as they are callused and rough from hard labor. He has numerous scars all over him from playing in the ocean and in the tropical forests around his home. Z'rion has a sparse amoutn of blonde hair on his chest along with his arms, though his lages do not share the same fate.
He had a tanned body before coming to the Weyr though it has been leaving slowly since he impressed his bronze as he has been inside more often doing work, rather than outside without a shirt on, fishing. Z'rion has a feel of ruggedness about him which tends to make him seem like a big scary guy, though he is nothing of the sort. People can always hear Z'rion, for his voice is deep and carries easily over any crowd. Even when talking softly it seems like he talks louder than the average person.
On a normal day he wears a light weight white tunic and a pair of loose fitting black pants. He also has his riding outfit which consists mainly of his riding leathers and jacket. He has his riding boots and though he tends to only wear them when he knows he is going to be riding he should probably wear them more once he graduates. Personality:
Even as a small child Zarion was one of those people; the ones who hold mischief in their hearts and a twinkle in their eyes. He enjoys anything and everything as a thrill seeker. New things interest him more than the same old same old. Z’rion has a feeling of immortality that tends to leave us when we get old. He lives everyday to its fullest. When he makes a good friend its on a number for everyone likes him for his outgoing, fun loving behavior. He accepts authority for the most part but doesn’t exactly follow the rules. He won’t break the rules either, just bends them a little. His behavior often got him kicked off his father’s boat and back to his mother. He rarely went straight home and would go toward the main part of the cothold and talk to the old sailors, who would in turn buy him something to drink. He is very knowledgeable and knows it. He does have trouble with people who are disrespectful to others. Eventhough he can be a rowdy type of person he does not do things to anger others. Also Z'rion is not ambitious and never dreamed of being a Weyrleader. He would much rather be a bronze rider without too much responsibility. After all he needs time to have fun.
Z’rion does try often scary antics on Viderieth. Not that the bronze minds because he too likes to do dangerous things. There is no wonder the Weyrlingmaster has his hands full. Even the least serious wish to be taken seriously, Z'rion is no exception. Z’rion often feel that people only see him as a clown and think that he knows less than others, which is entirely untrue. He too can concern himself with worldly affairs; he just chooses to keep his nose out of things that are not his responsibility. Besides it leaves him more time to pull pranks on other riders. If any of the other Weyrlings need advice they go to Z'rion because he is one of those wise, situation understanding people. He knows how to solve problems easily in his mind. Z'rion is cocky and will let things get to his head, so don't encourage him too much. He is after all a Bronze rider even if he is still a Weyrling.
History:
Zarion was born into an already large family in Miamhoil seahold. He has more cousins than he can name. Personally he would not have it any other way. He was born three turns after his sister Dekalla to be number seven of ten children. He figured it was his job to cause dissolution in the family. He was always the one people turned to for advice. For some reason he seemed to agree with life and vice versa. His parents tried as always to teach him to be a responsible, and very stable person but Zarion often learned by actions and not words. His mother and father were both risk takers and always liked putting themselves into the center of a fray rather then stand back and watch. That was why they loved the ocean.
His father was a good journeyman fisher. He often went out in all sorts of weather to get fish. One time his father did not return for days. Zarion, feeling it was his responsibility to help his mother helped her take care of his baby brother and sister while his father was gone. Eventually he was found washed up on shore. Zarion's brothers carried him home. eventually his father woke a grin on his face and a strange story he wished to tell them. He claimed that ship fish had saved him. Everyone told him that it could not be true for as much as people believed ship fish were a myth his father was insisting their existence was reality and that was something that people could not concede.
At about the age of six, Zarion went fishing with his father for the first time. When he came back wiht the one fish he had actually caught, he swore it was the best, most big fish there ever was. His brothers and sisters claimed the opposite, but Zarion responded saying it was indeed the best fish ever and that mother should cook it and find out. He always had that indomitable spirit. His father could never keep him workign on the boat, he would cause so much trouble that he was sent back to his mother, by midday, though Zarion never went home, he would talk to old sailors, or go looking for treasure in the tropical forests. He loved treasure hunts and often buried something and would go back months later and dig it up. To this day Zarion too feels the call of the sea with the sharp breeze and the spray of the salty waters. He could not have imagined his life without it. That was until the dragonrider came. A middle-aged man on a blue dragon saw Zarion helping his father at the fishing wharf. He continued to help even as they were approached. The younger man had no idea what was going on so he just went about doing his business before the rider said something. "Hello. I'm from Sodalis Weyr on search." Zarion smiled at him and said, "Who would you be looking for?" "You actually." The man said calmly. Knowing that some people were all too content with their current lives. "Me?" Zarion looked at his father who smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, have you ever fancied being a dragonrider?" "Well...I had not thought of it recently..." "My dragon seems to think their is a dragonet for you at Sodalis. Are you coming?" "I'm in. Just let me say a quick farewell."
Upon arriving at the Weyr, Zarion fell in love with the atmosphere and the w ay people went about their bussiness, even though he smissed his beautiful home, one of the most if not the most beautiful place on all of Pern. Miamhaoil...even the name made him think of long white sand beaches, tropical forests and a climate most could only dream of. The Weyr life suited him just fine, though he wouldn't have minded less work, he was never one to not do a task he was given. After a about two sevendays of Weyrlife as a candidate, the clutch on the sands began to hatch, and like any other siteen turnn old, Zarion quickly made for the sands, half haZardly throwing onthe candidate robes.
The sixteen turn old was not long and before he knew it he was at Sodalis Weyr standing on hatching sands listening to the hum of the male dragons as they surrounded their golden Queen and her eggs, their children. The first egg to hatch was a small blue who quickly found his mate it was not long before several other eggs had hatched including a brown. About halfway into this hatching the brown egg was burst open by a very active bronze dragonet. The Bronze dragonet walked up to him in a very outgoing manner. Zarion stood his ground and met the multifaceted eyes in a wonderful way which spread a warm emotion throughout his body and mind. Z’rion we need to eat. Viderieth wants food. "His name is Viderieth!" He shouted and walked off the sands with the gawky Bronze in tow.
Naturally the young pair were a match for each other from the get go. Z'rion was no longer just getting by on a small boat with his father. Now people expected so much more from him. He was more than capable of doing what was expected but tended to ruin that with their antics. They started off just pranking the other Weyrlings but things had progressed and recently they had been accused of but not caught pulling a prank on the Weyrlingmaster.
They do not stay in trouble long but are generally back in it soon. Z'rion and Viderieth know they are supposed to be the examples for their class but they feel more liek having some fun and driving the weyrlingmaster crazy, which is something they are exceptional at. Currently they are doing their Weyrling practices, lesson and chores. There is little time to really get into trouble.
Dragon Information
Name: Viderieth
Color: Bronze
Age: 2 turns
Description:
Viderieth, not the biggest nor the strongest but somehow he seems to be a typical bronze in both size and power. He is not too metallic in color and seems to be on the lighter side of Bronze. He has a well muscled body though still growing a little he is almost a full sized dragon. His eyes generally hold an excitement that most people lack.
He is defined by his best and wort features. Viderieth has a large head compared to his body but also he has a large wingspan in comparison to his body. His tailis striated to have some darker lines thoughout it than the rest of him , though these are faint and barely noticeable froma reasonable distance. Perhaps they will even lighten as he gets older. Personality:
Fun loving to the point of recklessness. He enjoys life even the parts that make it hard work. Though he wants to be good it only lasts so long. He is a jovial dragon with a sense of humor and wit that many find aggravating. He is rarely serious ad when he is its almost humorous in itself. He hates that when he says things no one takes him seriously though he has done nothing to make them listen. He is very trusting of others and has no trouble talking with his superiors. He is after all a bronze and wishes to be a good one too.
History:
Eighteen months ago… The sands were hot as usual as the sound of dragon voices hummed through the great cavern. A beautiful golden Queen sat among her dazzling eggs. There were about eighteen dragon eggs on the sands, including a rather large brown mottled egg close to the Queen. The first egg to hatch was a small blue who quickly found his mate it was not long before several other eggs had hatched including a brown. About halfway into this hatching the brown egg was burst open by a very active bronze dragonet. Viderieth searched through the faces of the young boys till he found his own. He walked up to his in a very outgoing manner, not surprised to see that Z’rion stood his ground. Z’rion we need to eat. Viderieth wants food .
After the hatching, Z’rion and Viderieth spent their time together doing chores and going to practice. It wasn’t long before the two started causing all kinds of dillemas for the Weyrlingmaster. The pair seemed to always serve their punishments well and were back to being silly in no time. Currently they have been in and out of the Weyrlingmaster’s office on an almost daily basis.
Clutch: From the Clutch of the deceased queen from Sodalis...rider died in childbirth.
(Wherrie Teeth)
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Nov 12, 2005 16:54:19 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: hrsegrl or Kate…whichever
Contact Info: umaine17@earthlink.net aim: Katgod5672
How you heard of LW: through other dragonrider rps on EZ board
Character Information ((As a side note I may be playing his sister full time too, so a profile for her may be made later...))
Name: Hanen, his friends call him Han
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 13/ mid winter
Orientation: heterosexual
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank: Weyrbrat
Family:
His mother is Hava, a cook at the Weyr. His father is a dragonrider. The man has never made any attempt to track Hanen down. Hanen has no idea who it is, but he somehow doesn’t want to care. Whoever he is he must be a complete fool. He has a younger sister who is eleven, with the man he knows as his father figure. This man’s name is Artum and he happens to be a drudge. Though, that is because he has a physical disability, and was unable to impress dragons for that reason. Being trampled by herdbeasts can do that to a person. He still works at the weyr and is a very nice man. His sister’s name is Havala, after her mother. His mother is about 39 turns old and has no relatives alive at this time.
Pets:
He impressed a flit on accident earlier this turn. He had been walking down the beach with a group of other brats, when he left the group to lay in the shade for a little. They were planning on having a bit of a picnic, so they had brought their midday meals with them. He reached into his own small pack for his meal, unbeknownst to him a clutch of firelizards was hatching nearby. A little green had pushed some of the others out of her way. She would be the first to investigate this strange ground, something smelled very good indeed. Walking onto his arm she kept moving all the way to his face. At this point Hanen was a bit nervous so he sat up. The firelizard flapped her wings furiously, what by the egg was going on. The firelizad stopped, landing on his nose, glaring into his face. "Hello there." Hanen said in a nice manner. "Are you hungry?" He gave her a piece of his wherry meat. After she had eaten, most of the meat portion of his lunch, he finished the rest. As he got up to join the other Weyrbrats, he caught a mind picture of her on his shoulder.
She was a bit tired looking so he placed her on his shoulder. The hunter green firelizard looked quite pleased with herself and remained on his shoulder the whole way back to the Weyr. He decided to name her Daze, becuase she seemed to be in a daze most of the time. She is very, very protective of her Han. She imagines herself as very important, always sitting on high perches or if all else fails Hanen’s shoulders will suffice. Greens are known to be self centered, but she probably invented the word vain. Hanen has never met anyone so obsessed with their reflection.
appearance:
At first the boy looks like an average Weyrbrat. He has his dark hair cropped short and his skin is tanned from going outside. He wears a simple smile on his face and has a cute nose. He has grown much this past year, so his body is reminiscent of a string bean. He has a thin build and he stands at around 5’11. He is still growing as is evident by the amount of clothes he went through this year. The crèche nurses were a bit surprised at his growth. Lately he has been doing drudge work along with his chores, giving him some muscle in his upper body, but not enough to be very noticeable.
His eyes are dark brown, almost looking black at times. They seem to speak of themselves. His facial expression has always been very good. As a child he barely had to speak if he wanted something he merely posed the question with body language. His eyes can be persuasive or angry and you need not speak to know this. Usually his lean form can be seen in some sort of hand me down outfit, where the pants are too short and the shirt too big. His boots look worn through the sole. People often believe he doesn’t eat enough, however the kitchens would have to disagree. He could be called average for a boy his age, though he can be seen as ungainly and odd.
Personality: A very complex person, Hanen can be a leader, rebel, a dreamer and sometimes a complete jerk. As the leader of his group of friends, he is at ease with decision making. Although others readily follow him, Hanen doesn’t need others around him to feel comfortable. Every once in a while, Hanen gets a temper and generally runs off. He hates how some people in the world get everything they want and he has to work dawn till dusk just to live within some kind of proximity to his mother whom he barely sees. His sister is the only reason he has not runaway. Often Hanen finds himself sneaking off to the records room to read while no ones looking. He finds an escape in reading, even if it’s the most boring grain chart, not everyone on Pern can read. His mother can’t, because she decided reading was a waste of her time.
Han doesn’t want to be considered a lowly drudge. He wants more. He needs more. Someday he tells himself he will leave the Weyr and search for another life. Before he leaves he wants to make sure Havala is in good care. He loves her dearly even if he seems a bit brusque with her at times. Hanen is usually jealous of people who have more than he does. It prevents him from seeing what he himself has. This also leads to self pity and often ambition. He never settles for anything because he works too hard. He believes if you keep working at something eventually you will achieve what it is you desire to.
He is really hard on others, always expecting more from them than he does of himself, it actually makes him come off as an asshole. Well given the right circumstances he could be. Hanen also has his good days. He is respectful of women. Men, especially men who have some sort of authority over is life, tend to piss him off. Though Hanen is not a patient person, he will think things through before acting. It usually saves him time in the long run. He likes making time to have fun. To many of the nurses dismay as a child he enjoyed being spontaneous and going out on the limb to do dangerous stunts.To this day he is what one would call a dare devil. His so called stunts only make him more respectable among the Weyrbrats and less among male authority figures.
Background Hanen was born in the lower caverns and has lived there, in Lateo Weyr ever since. His mother had concieved with a dragonrider. After a few years of torturing himself for not knowing who, he began to feel a small sort of hatred for his father. He didn't want to know a man who would not approach his own son. Always a moody child, Hanen gave his mother, Hava a lot of trouble. He would often want the one thing she could not give him at the moment. That however did not stop him from trying to get it. As Hanen grew he began to gain the respect of the other Weyrbrats. He learned things quickly, and protected those who hung out with him. He was always tall for his age. Then he had his “gang” formed. They could do what they wished and not be bothered. Whenever they felt like doing something they would do it. At one point another in the group tried to take leadership. Hanen told him to go ahead. The group still followed Hanen no matter what the other kid did. He knew how to control people with his actions. Many of them felt they owed him something. Among his peers he no longer had trouble.
Around the weyr he was seen simply as a Weyrbrat. He knew no trades and his mother was no dragonrider. Nor did he have family outside the weyr. He resorted to an idea of grandeur. He would go away, and learn a craft. His mother got him a position apprenticed to a healer. He had been apprenticed for no more then two sevendays before he decided he did not want to do it. His mother offered to send him to be apprenticed with a different craft. He refused that option because he was in one of his rebellious moods. Later he was approached by yet another crafter, perhaps he would try farming. He found that was not for him either.
Hanen went from person to person till he found something he mildly enjoyed. He found most crafts to be tedious, boring in fact. Now his apprenticed to Weyr beastcrafter. He had mainly decided to settle on crafting because he dreaded the thought that he must do drudge work for the rest of his life. His wildest dreams have him running off into the untamed southern continent. He would go as far as he could and then perhaps someday he would return to the weyr. Hanen likes beastcrafters, their records are not as extensive as those on the Northern Continent.
He sees his mother and sister often. The slender girl has long dark hair and black looking eyes. She is much like her brother. Her nose is thinner and her lips already fuller. His mother's traits were obviously stronger in them than either of their father's. Havala will be pretty, where her brother looks simply average, if not slightly odd. She too has been apprenticed and fostered out accordingly. Earlier this turn Hanen impressed his green flit, Daze. Now she goes with him everywhere she can. He has been busy with the his lessons lately along with Weyrbrat chores. Now, more than ever, he feels that he needs something else.
Hanen at thirteen befriended a couple young women named Zylaera and Rylene. Both are now really good friends and both live at Lateo Weyr. He wen to the Hatching of Savath's first clutch in hopes of impressing however he did not impress. His friend Zylaera did, to a green. Rylene too did not impress.
When offered the chance to go to Sodalis for Calliath's clutch, Hanen did not take long to decide he needed to go. It was worth a try. Standing again he felt the dsame worries he had the first time and being only thirteen it was easy to see that he might be too young for the dragons. He impressed however to his wonderful blue Betheroth.
Dragon Stats
Name: Betheroth
age: hatchling
Color: dark true blue
Hatching Order: 31
Description: He is colored a dark, true blue. He is neither palely nor richly colored, but is still very beautiful. His claws and boneflesh and wingflesh are all a few shades darker.
Personality: Outgoing, makes patient decisions. He is fiercely loyal and friendly.
History: They were among the last few left, and the audience held their breath for another bronze, but were left high and dry. The green that hatched crooned encouragingly at her brothers and sisters and continued on her way to her own chosen.
The last in the group sat, contemplating his choices, wanting the best for the rest of his life. Spying a young man in the back, he ambled in his direction, calling out to him both vocally and verbally.
My rider, my H'nen! Here I am. I search no longer, except for food! Your Betheroth is here to be with you!
Clutch: Gold Calliath and Bronze Beodith
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Apr 27, 2006 9:10:53 GMT -5
YAY...Keroon needs people desperately... And very nice Profile. Its hard to make master crafters...
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 21, 2007 17:32:35 GMT -5
The sky was dark at the zenith, with light stars glowing in the distance. As his eyes scanned downward the blue became lighter until changing to a teal then light green and yellow. The sun was only beginning its ascent. Lately the Bronzerider was thinking about so many things. What ifs, that rarely bothered him, did all the sudden weigh on his lighthearted spirit. His wingmates were concerned for him, their faces were transparent to him. Z'rion sighed deeply. Viderieth stood next to him, watching the suns rising as well.
Normally he would shake this off with some white wine from his stash and a lot of partying, even a girl or two in his bed. None of that was really appealing at the moment. The pure quiet or early morning, suited his present mood. Early drills today?No. I can't sleep well. The Bronze didn't press him. They understood eachother like no one else would ever understand. In silence they remained standing.
Z'rion wore nothing but his sleeping trouser, his hair was goign all different directions. He definately had that just rolled out of bed look down. He wouldn't go to drills like this but he wasn't going to be too concerned with his appearance either. He had better things to think about. He wasn't really thinking of recent events. Even as a child, he was mor interested in the future and what could be. He had always thought the future would be a positive thing.
Now he had a bad feeling in the pit of his grumbling stomach. He wondered, was thread actually coming to Pern?What would he do when it came? How would he feel if people began dying. Z'rion was holdbred and wasn't used to so much death and destruction. In fact he never thought he would lose someone he cared for until the Muneo Weyr incident.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 26, 2007 19:08:00 GMT -5
Blood Char was the wing Naraleth and her mother flew in. She knew that much and that it was the Weyrleader's Wing. That meant the dragons there were given an even higher honor than others. She bet her mother would know this H'rin fellow. "I may have seen him befor e but I can't recall. Probably not. " She shrugged.
Waiting for her master to say it was time to go, she thought about what the key things were to remember when talking to a rider about his dragon. She hoped that she did well. People usually liked her and warmed up to her.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 20, 2007 17:37:24 GMT -5
The girl listened to his answer but found it was more of another question in disguise. She mulled over the idea that Rankers should be dealt with first. Why should that be. A Queen can holler all she wants but if she isn't as bad off as one of the other dragons she would just have to wait her turn. Berelia was raised to know the way of Ranks and how many of rank felt about those of lower rank. She knew that her mother had opinions about those who held high ranks too.
It was funny that Weyr politics should play a small part even in dragonhealing. "Who are we going to see today?" She spoke with a childlike innocence. She wanted to know but didn't want to know too much. "What wing do they fly in?" She wondered if her mother knew them. Naraleth might know them. Then again the green often forgot names let alone remembering some other dragon she may have met long ago. If it was a male dragon she might remember.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 19, 2007 17:08:49 GMT -5
"Since there are a lot of dragons in pain after a threadfall, how do you know who to treat? I mean aren't all the riders going to say their dragon is most severely hurt. And if two of them are about the same how do you make the choice to save one over the other?" These were questions that had been weighing on her mind since she last talked with her mother. Berelia was worried about the possibility that Thread would be falling in her lifetime.
She wasn't overly concerned, not enough to not pay attention to lessons and chores. Her apprenticeship was far to important to her to be hindered by worries. Berelia also wondered if she should voice her next thought. No, she would wait. It was a wonder R'daur was able to answer her questions half the time, she was so full of them.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 18, 2007 6:27:44 GMT -5
"Yes sir. Since I don't have a dragon I must listen extra carefully to the rider." Unlike R'daur she had no dragon to use for communication. The rider would be needed to get an idea of what was wrong with the dragon. Berelia wondered who they would be looking at today. Lately there were a lot of injuries. The Muneo incident had left both humans and dragon scarred.
Her hands figeted as she waited for him to talk more. She didn't want to get distracted from the subject matter even if she was interested in the relationship a rider and his dragon had. Later she would ask her questions.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 13, 2007 20:06:41 GMT -5
Berelia, unlike many girls her age had heard a dragon in her head before. Her mother's dragon, Naraleth spoke to her and so did her mother's mate's dragon, Mnemozyth. When Lheth contacted her, it was tentative. She concentrated hard, like her mother had taught her. R'daur said it was time for lessons. Trying to project her thoughts to the dragon might have been far fetched but the eleven turn old gave it a try. He may or may not have heard her. I'm on my way. Thank you Lheth.
Quickly she finished cleaning up, giving her face one more scrub with the wet towel in her hand. She placed the towel in the laundry bin and shouted to her fostermother, who was in the other room with the youngest. "I'm off to lessons. Don't know when I'll be back. " With that the girl was practically running out the door her work boots and coarse woolen dress made it hard to run. Her hair was chopped short, in a bob like hair style. She didn't do muhc to it except run a brush through it now and again.
When she rounded the corner where R'daur normally waited, she slowed her pace down a bit. The sack she was carrying held things that were required for her lessons by the Master Dragonhealer. Catching her breath didn't take long. Berelia knew better than to forget her manners. "Good morning, Master." She didn't tack on the whole title as it could be seen as a bit redundant. "What are we doing today?" Her brown eyes held a glimmer of excitement. She was keeping herself calm as she could. This whole craft she found exciting and as she was new at it, every day seemed like something new.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jun 8, 2007 19:08:30 GMT -5
H'nen had been preparing for the Weyr Games all morning. Betheroth was going to shine, at least H'nen hoped he would. He really couldn't wait. They'd been preparing for this for a long time. Meanwhile, his muscles were aching. After he got some food into that pit of a stomach of his, he was going to take a nice bath.
I'd like a bath too. The blue spoke as if he ought to be bathed first. After I get clean. In the meantime you can always sun and relax.I'd rather sit somewhere more comfortable... like the River!H'nen rolled his eyes. The river was it? What is her name?I don't know what your talking about...Uh huh. Sure you don't. Well we don't have to go to the River today then. She isn't interested but I like to look...H'nen laughed and shook his head. Maybe she will be there when we get there then. I'm still bathing first mind you.
H'nen reached for a redfruit first then took a few slices of bread before grabbing up a bowl of stew. He then proceeded to take some roast wherry, mached tubers and a large cup of juice. After he looked over his food , he decided to take a seat with some other member of Duro. All of whom were busy thinking about other things. H'nen just went along eating his food.
Little did he know that Daze was back with a message for him and she was quite pleased with herself. Ladning on his shoulder, she dropped the message in his stew. H'nen, just realizing what was going on hurriedly took the letter out of the stew and and proceeded to fling the stew off of it.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 29, 2007 11:48:28 GMT -5
please delete.
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