Post by jennalyn on Jun 27, 2006 21:10:26 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Jenn
Contact Info: Email is dragoness [at] jennalyn [dot] net and my AIM is Happun the Iern (spaces included)
How you heard of LW: Your advertisement a little while back at Weyrplug
Rider Information
Name: R'daur (Rundaur)
Gender: Male
Birthing Date: Born in the turn 2471
Orientation: Bisexual
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank/Wing: Dragon Healer
Standing: R'daur is less worried about planetary conquest for the dragonriders than he is about preserving the health and spirit of their dragons. He was staunchly anti-North in his youth, but as a healer he has come to appreciate the value of life, be it Northern, Southern, or draconic. Going off of this belief, he would be against denying the North aide when Thread once again begins to rain death upon the people of Pern. He's seen enough lives lost in accidents and fights to support the slaughter, through action or neglect, of thousands of people.
Family: His father was Daumun, a small-time farmer in a small-time cothold, and his mother was Ruwatta, born at Sodalis Weyr but fostered out to a nearby cothold at a young age. His mother died due to complications from childbirth when he was ten and his father was left with six mouths to feed alone.
His oldest brother at four years older is Dormund, built like their father and well able to handle the rigors of farm life. After that is his brother Ettan, smaller but quick on his feet and smart when it comes to crop cycles and planting. They're both long married and with families of their own, working the same plot of land together and doing moderately well. He hears from them every so often and enjoys getting news of his nieces and nephews, however rare it is.
Younger than him are Yatta and Datine, both workers in the lower caverns, primarily the kitchens, and two and three years younger than him respectively. They've had children of their own and raised others as foster parents, but he pays them little mind, having drifted apart after he took up his apprenticeship with the resident dragon healer. Youngest of all was his brother Dulak who, though seven years younger and small, had ingratiated himself with their father enough that the man couldn't part with him. The resemblance to his dead wife was just too strong, and this had been her baby for too many years. Last he heard of him was years and years ago, when he ran away from home to seek his fortunes elsewhere.
Pets:
- Meier [hatched 2497]: Meier is a pale blue fire-lizard who is easily distracted from his appointed errands but nevertheless at least partially trained. R'daur uses him to fetch small things he may need while working. Whether or not the flit returns with the right object or even returns at all is always up in the air, as he's very easily distracted and will abandon anything in pursuit of a rising green. He's unreliable at best but the brownrider finds him useful at times, when hard pressed for help.
Appearance: Standing a good 6'2", R'daur usually sports shoulder-length hair, though that's more from lack of trimming than a desire for any kind of length. It's mostly straight and used to be a dark brown before he started graying. Now over half of it is streaked unevenly with gray, the majority concentrating on the area around his temples. It's partly due to genetics and partly due to the stressful nature of his calling. Some say it makes him look more dignified, while others just call him old. His watery gray eyes only add to that impression.
When he has the time, he enjoys engaging in physical activity to keep himself trim. Health is important to him, as is stamina and the ability to last for as long as he needs to on the job. When work becomes stressful and demanding, though, he will work himself to the bone and develop a harried, gaunt appearance if his self-neglect is left unchallenged. As Thread begins to fall, this will come to be the norm rather than the exception and he will become more prone to stress-related headaches, which only bothered him occasionally before.
R'daur dresses in sturdy, warm clothes whenever possible, which might be his riding gear or a thick woolen tunic and pants depending on the situation. He has a fondness for some jewelry, especially rings, but he can't often wear them due to the hands-on nature of his work. His beltknife is always sharpened to a razor's edge because a medic of any kind should never be without a good knife in his opinion.
Personality: A serious and often stressed man in his middle years, R'daur has earned every single gray hair on his head. He has come to value life and health above all things and views his patients as paramount to his life. If they aren't comfortable, he has trouble relaxing, and if he knows there's a dragon that needs tending to, he finds it difficult if not impossible to leave the task until later and get some rest. The health of other people is paramount to his own, so much so that he will easily forget about food and sleep during a crisis in favor of working feverishly to save those under his care. Even when neglecting himself terribly, however, a gentle nudge from Lheth regarding the brown's well-being is all it takes for him to to disengage from work and care for his dragon.
When people look at him, at a glance they see an often tired, rarely jovial man with permanent creases in his forehead and a small frown turning down his lips without his even realizing it. It's when a dragon they know is placed under his care that they realize what a mask that is, and what a compassionate and empathic soul lurks beneath the facade. If there is anything that can be done to help his patients, he will do it. If not, he will try to ensure that their pain is numbed and their passing easy. It's not uncommon for him to have nightmares of the dragons he wasn't able to save and the riders left bereft in their loss. Many of them involve Lheth's injury and subsequent death due to a bad teleport, a faulty direction, or even Threadfall. He'll wake up in a cold sweat, his brown's concerned mind touching his own with soothing comfort and forcing him back to sleep. Those nightmares happen with more frequency after a fresh loss and it helps when there's someone beside him, usually the result of a won or lost mating flight, that he can cling to as he calms his breathing. He's scared off a potential lover or two with this behavior but many have been understanding, haunted by their own nightmares.
In his spare time he grows a small garden of medicinal plants for use in his lotions and salves. The Weyr granted him a tiny plot to use during the growing season and he's become adept at coaxing life out of unwilling or finicky plants. Something of the farmer in his past comes through in these moments and he cares for them almost as he would a patient. Lheth finds it quite amusing and wastes no time in teasing his rider about his latest 'children'.
Looking at the more domestic side of things, Lheth has won his share of green mating flights since he reached maturity and R'daur has had extensive experience with members of both sexes. He's generally had more fun with men but doesn't object to a good fling with a woman. Younger is his preference and he wouldn't mind finding a weyrmate someday who can accept being third in his heart, after Lheth and his calling as a dragon healer. He no doubt has children in the Weyr, but none that he's ever been able to identify as his.
History: Born Rundaur a couple of amateur farmers, he started out living in a small cothold a ways out from Sodalis Weyr, the third of many children. The couple were poor but relatively happy with their lot in life and their many children. After the birth of her seventh, his mother was left weak and struggling in a harsh winter. She didn't make it through to spring, leaving his father alone with a newborn infant, who died not long after his mother from a high fever. Without his consent, a ten-year-old Rundaur and his two younger sisters were fostered out to the Weyr in exchange for three slightly older children from the nearby hold whose parents were looking for some relief.
He spent his first few months at Sodalis familiarizing himself with the Weyr and trying to find his place. Lower caverns work was always the default, but he was a bright and capable boy. Those concerned with his placement knew he could achieve more. The Weyr's dragon healer expressed an interest in taking him on as an apprentice and so his teaching began.
He spent the next several years learning to read and write, then learning the various plants and herbs native to the area and used in medicine. From the age of thirteen on, his master had him stand as a candidate for every hatching until, at fifteen, he Impressed brown Lheth and his training was put on hold for the next two years in favor of a different kind of training. Soon after he graduated and continued his profession in a more formal capacity, he began using his dragon as a learning tool as well as a lifemate and his true understanding of dragon anatomy was shaped.
Life as a dragon healer without Threadfall provided him with an excellent environment to learn as much as he could from his master before the old man's death from a heart attack. All of his knowledge of Threadscore and the treating of it is theoretical, so dealing with the stress and pressure of real-time combat wounds will be a real wake-up call to him.
Dragon Information
Name: Lheth
Hatching Date: Hatched in the turn 2486
Clutch: Gold Caliath and Bronze Beodith
Color: Lheth is a rich, warm brown, the color evenly distributed across his hide. A few scars mar the smooth texture of his right side from an unpleasant fall and scrape as a weyrling, but they don't hamper his mobility in any way and are in fact quite faded now.
Description: A medium-sized brown, Lheth has large, strong wings that give him a good deal of stamina in flight. He can last a while, whether it's a mating flight or a Fall. His shoulder and wing muscles are especially well developed, as he's often flying around the Weyr while his rider is otherwise occupied in his office or quarters. The aforementioned scarring on his side is a source of old embarrassment for the dragon, one of his extremely rare memories from weyrling training. Where he fell and scraped his side on jagged rocks there remains pale scars and a raised, uneven texture.
Personality: Lheth has the same compassionate soul as his rider, though it's expressed towards the man and his patients alone. He's not a particularly sociable dragon, though he treats them all with the courtesy they're due, and has little use for humans other than his rider and perhaps his eventual weyrmate. He is not above asking a queen to have their rider command R'daur to rest, especially if he hasn't eaten for most of the day and has barely the past few nights. He will take care of his rider at all costs, much as would be done for him.
You might say the brown thinks of R'daur as his permanent patient, keeping tabs on when he last ate and rested so that he knows exactly when to intervene for maximum effect, which is when his rider is still semi-conscious but least able to argue. He has learned much about dragon anatomy along with his rider and can help R'daur save time in critical situations by obtaining a list of symptoms before he even gets to them and offering a recommendation on what should be done. Sometimes they're implemented and sometimes they're not, but his rider is usually grateful for the input and time-saver if nothing else.
History: Lheth hatched near the middle of his clutch, breaking shell with a loud creel and scattering shards amongst his siblings. A particularly sharp one stuck up and caught on his soft brown wing as it dragged through the sand, causing him to cry out with a different sort of noise. Another voice cried out at the same time, half with the concern of a doctor and half in shared pain.
"No, don't pull it any more!" the young man cried, running forward and falling to his knees in the burning sand. "You'll only rip the membrane and injure yourself. Here, let me..."
With a moment's careful work, Rundaur worked the jagged shell fragment free from the brown and tossed it violently to the side, irrationally angry at it for hurting his precious Lheth. When that thought hit home, it made him glad he was already kneeling because his legs wouldn't have supported his weight at the realization.
Your Lheth thanks you, R'daur, the gentle voice of the hatching crooned in his mind, the pain temporarily ignored as he stared up at this boy in wonder. It was an odd echo of his own, younger and deeper but still familiar. You saved me. But...I would thank you again if you found me something to eat.
Name: Jenn
Contact Info: Email is dragoness [at] jennalyn [dot] net and my AIM is Happun the Iern (spaces included)
How you heard of LW: Your advertisement a little while back at Weyrplug
Rider Information
Name: R'daur (Rundaur)
Gender: Male
Birthing Date: Born in the turn 2471
Orientation: Bisexual
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank/Wing: Dragon Healer
Standing: R'daur is less worried about planetary conquest for the dragonriders than he is about preserving the health and spirit of their dragons. He was staunchly anti-North in his youth, but as a healer he has come to appreciate the value of life, be it Northern, Southern, or draconic. Going off of this belief, he would be against denying the North aide when Thread once again begins to rain death upon the people of Pern. He's seen enough lives lost in accidents and fights to support the slaughter, through action or neglect, of thousands of people.
Family: His father was Daumun, a small-time farmer in a small-time cothold, and his mother was Ruwatta, born at Sodalis Weyr but fostered out to a nearby cothold at a young age. His mother died due to complications from childbirth when he was ten and his father was left with six mouths to feed alone.
His oldest brother at four years older is Dormund, built like their father and well able to handle the rigors of farm life. After that is his brother Ettan, smaller but quick on his feet and smart when it comes to crop cycles and planting. They're both long married and with families of their own, working the same plot of land together and doing moderately well. He hears from them every so often and enjoys getting news of his nieces and nephews, however rare it is.
Younger than him are Yatta and Datine, both workers in the lower caverns, primarily the kitchens, and two and three years younger than him respectively. They've had children of their own and raised others as foster parents, but he pays them little mind, having drifted apart after he took up his apprenticeship with the resident dragon healer. Youngest of all was his brother Dulak who, though seven years younger and small, had ingratiated himself with their father enough that the man couldn't part with him. The resemblance to his dead wife was just too strong, and this had been her baby for too many years. Last he heard of him was years and years ago, when he ran away from home to seek his fortunes elsewhere.
Pets:
- Meier [hatched 2497]: Meier is a pale blue fire-lizard who is easily distracted from his appointed errands but nevertheless at least partially trained. R'daur uses him to fetch small things he may need while working. Whether or not the flit returns with the right object or even returns at all is always up in the air, as he's very easily distracted and will abandon anything in pursuit of a rising green. He's unreliable at best but the brownrider finds him useful at times, when hard pressed for help.
Appearance: Standing a good 6'2", R'daur usually sports shoulder-length hair, though that's more from lack of trimming than a desire for any kind of length. It's mostly straight and used to be a dark brown before he started graying. Now over half of it is streaked unevenly with gray, the majority concentrating on the area around his temples. It's partly due to genetics and partly due to the stressful nature of his calling. Some say it makes him look more dignified, while others just call him old. His watery gray eyes only add to that impression.
When he has the time, he enjoys engaging in physical activity to keep himself trim. Health is important to him, as is stamina and the ability to last for as long as he needs to on the job. When work becomes stressful and demanding, though, he will work himself to the bone and develop a harried, gaunt appearance if his self-neglect is left unchallenged. As Thread begins to fall, this will come to be the norm rather than the exception and he will become more prone to stress-related headaches, which only bothered him occasionally before.
R'daur dresses in sturdy, warm clothes whenever possible, which might be his riding gear or a thick woolen tunic and pants depending on the situation. He has a fondness for some jewelry, especially rings, but he can't often wear them due to the hands-on nature of his work. His beltknife is always sharpened to a razor's edge because a medic of any kind should never be without a good knife in his opinion.
Personality: A serious and often stressed man in his middle years, R'daur has earned every single gray hair on his head. He has come to value life and health above all things and views his patients as paramount to his life. If they aren't comfortable, he has trouble relaxing, and if he knows there's a dragon that needs tending to, he finds it difficult if not impossible to leave the task until later and get some rest. The health of other people is paramount to his own, so much so that he will easily forget about food and sleep during a crisis in favor of working feverishly to save those under his care. Even when neglecting himself terribly, however, a gentle nudge from Lheth regarding the brown's well-being is all it takes for him to to disengage from work and care for his dragon.
When people look at him, at a glance they see an often tired, rarely jovial man with permanent creases in his forehead and a small frown turning down his lips without his even realizing it. It's when a dragon they know is placed under his care that they realize what a mask that is, and what a compassionate and empathic soul lurks beneath the facade. If there is anything that can be done to help his patients, he will do it. If not, he will try to ensure that their pain is numbed and their passing easy. It's not uncommon for him to have nightmares of the dragons he wasn't able to save and the riders left bereft in their loss. Many of them involve Lheth's injury and subsequent death due to a bad teleport, a faulty direction, or even Threadfall. He'll wake up in a cold sweat, his brown's concerned mind touching his own with soothing comfort and forcing him back to sleep. Those nightmares happen with more frequency after a fresh loss and it helps when there's someone beside him, usually the result of a won or lost mating flight, that he can cling to as he calms his breathing. He's scared off a potential lover or two with this behavior but many have been understanding, haunted by their own nightmares.
In his spare time he grows a small garden of medicinal plants for use in his lotions and salves. The Weyr granted him a tiny plot to use during the growing season and he's become adept at coaxing life out of unwilling or finicky plants. Something of the farmer in his past comes through in these moments and he cares for them almost as he would a patient. Lheth finds it quite amusing and wastes no time in teasing his rider about his latest 'children'.
Looking at the more domestic side of things, Lheth has won his share of green mating flights since he reached maturity and R'daur has had extensive experience with members of both sexes. He's generally had more fun with men but doesn't object to a good fling with a woman. Younger is his preference and he wouldn't mind finding a weyrmate someday who can accept being third in his heart, after Lheth and his calling as a dragon healer. He no doubt has children in the Weyr, but none that he's ever been able to identify as his.
History: Born Rundaur a couple of amateur farmers, he started out living in a small cothold a ways out from Sodalis Weyr, the third of many children. The couple were poor but relatively happy with their lot in life and their many children. After the birth of her seventh, his mother was left weak and struggling in a harsh winter. She didn't make it through to spring, leaving his father alone with a newborn infant, who died not long after his mother from a high fever. Without his consent, a ten-year-old Rundaur and his two younger sisters were fostered out to the Weyr in exchange for three slightly older children from the nearby hold whose parents were looking for some relief.
He spent his first few months at Sodalis familiarizing himself with the Weyr and trying to find his place. Lower caverns work was always the default, but he was a bright and capable boy. Those concerned with his placement knew he could achieve more. The Weyr's dragon healer expressed an interest in taking him on as an apprentice and so his teaching began.
He spent the next several years learning to read and write, then learning the various plants and herbs native to the area and used in medicine. From the age of thirteen on, his master had him stand as a candidate for every hatching until, at fifteen, he Impressed brown Lheth and his training was put on hold for the next two years in favor of a different kind of training. Soon after he graduated and continued his profession in a more formal capacity, he began using his dragon as a learning tool as well as a lifemate and his true understanding of dragon anatomy was shaped.
Life as a dragon healer without Threadfall provided him with an excellent environment to learn as much as he could from his master before the old man's death from a heart attack. All of his knowledge of Threadscore and the treating of it is theoretical, so dealing with the stress and pressure of real-time combat wounds will be a real wake-up call to him.
Dragon Information
Name: Lheth
Hatching Date: Hatched in the turn 2486
Clutch: Gold Caliath and Bronze Beodith
Color: Lheth is a rich, warm brown, the color evenly distributed across his hide. A few scars mar the smooth texture of his right side from an unpleasant fall and scrape as a weyrling, but they don't hamper his mobility in any way and are in fact quite faded now.
Description: A medium-sized brown, Lheth has large, strong wings that give him a good deal of stamina in flight. He can last a while, whether it's a mating flight or a Fall. His shoulder and wing muscles are especially well developed, as he's often flying around the Weyr while his rider is otherwise occupied in his office or quarters. The aforementioned scarring on his side is a source of old embarrassment for the dragon, one of his extremely rare memories from weyrling training. Where he fell and scraped his side on jagged rocks there remains pale scars and a raised, uneven texture.
Personality: Lheth has the same compassionate soul as his rider, though it's expressed towards the man and his patients alone. He's not a particularly sociable dragon, though he treats them all with the courtesy they're due, and has little use for humans other than his rider and perhaps his eventual weyrmate. He is not above asking a queen to have their rider command R'daur to rest, especially if he hasn't eaten for most of the day and has barely the past few nights. He will take care of his rider at all costs, much as would be done for him.
You might say the brown thinks of R'daur as his permanent patient, keeping tabs on when he last ate and rested so that he knows exactly when to intervene for maximum effect, which is when his rider is still semi-conscious but least able to argue. He has learned much about dragon anatomy along with his rider and can help R'daur save time in critical situations by obtaining a list of symptoms before he even gets to them and offering a recommendation on what should be done. Sometimes they're implemented and sometimes they're not, but his rider is usually grateful for the input and time-saver if nothing else.
History: Lheth hatched near the middle of his clutch, breaking shell with a loud creel and scattering shards amongst his siblings. A particularly sharp one stuck up and caught on his soft brown wing as it dragged through the sand, causing him to cry out with a different sort of noise. Another voice cried out at the same time, half with the concern of a doctor and half in shared pain.
"No, don't pull it any more!" the young man cried, running forward and falling to his knees in the burning sand. "You'll only rip the membrane and injure yourself. Here, let me..."
With a moment's careful work, Rundaur worked the jagged shell fragment free from the brown and tossed it violently to the side, irrationally angry at it for hurting his precious Lheth. When that thought hit home, it made him glad he was already kneeling because his legs wouldn't have supported his weight at the realization.
Your Lheth thanks you, R'daur, the gentle voice of the hatching crooned in his mind, the pain temporarily ignored as he stared up at this boy in wonder. It was an odd echo of his own, younger and deeper but still familiar. You saved me. But...I would thank you again if you found me something to eat.
