Telenon | Candidate Dec 9, 2015 21:11:57 GMT
Post by Harbinger on Dec 9, 2015 21:11:57 GMT
Dragon color preference: Any
- Telenon is very contrary to the cliche of the "tall, dark, and handsome" Dragonrider. He does have the slender, long look some of the women like to fawn over. In reality, however, he has the skinny, lithe appearance of a dancer. If caught bare-chested, he would seem more of a child than a man with his lean frame. His height does not help in dispelling an idea that's he's more of a boy than a man - reaching a total of 5'7" he is a bit short. Considering most of his family, he's comparatively tiny.
While not near as apparent as it was a few turns ago, Telenon still has a bit of a baby face. He still has the strong jaw of his family, it doesn't quite hold the same power. His face is long but he retains a youthful softness, especially in his keen green eyes. Unlike his full sister Taralo, who inherited their mother's warmly-colored skin, Telenon is a pale thing, owing their their father's northern stock. This is also very easily seen in his hair, which is a yellow-blonde before the sun bleaches it to a more platinum color.
Telenon prefers simple clothes, but that does not mean he's necessarily boring. He enjoys the feel of finely woven tunics and is content to have them in rich colors. Jewel tones are a bit of a rarity, as his personal tastes tend more towards earth tones and neutral colors, but the occasional deep sapphire or bright topaz finds its way among his general clothing. Like much of his family, he is content with wearing the sturdy leathers needed for chores and hard work, seeing them no different than anything else.
- Telenon is the boy content to sit on the dragonrocks all day, watching the clouds go by. He's a dreamer, his mind constantly looking for beauty in the world or some kernel of happiness in whatever the situation is. He loves movement and enjoys watching flitts at play and wishes he could become a dancer but doesn't particularly have the motivation to apprentice under a harper or even ask one of the more skilled weyrfolk to give him lessons. One thing he does excel at without instruction is drawing, with one of his most prized possessions being a booklet of paper from Lemos. It's too precious to waste on the doodles that cover his slate, but one day... well, if he ever comes to that day. It's quite possible he'll never decide on what to do with it or even forget that he owns the paper.
When interacting with others, he tends to be a cheery, albeit eccentric friend. Telenon enjoys company, but is often distracted by his own thoughts. He's steady in that it's difficult to sway him one way or the other as he prefers to just go his own way. Unfortunately, this also makes him seem impassive and even cold, since there are times when this causes distance between himself and the feelings of others. It doesn't help that Telenon thinks honesty is the best policy (and expects the same from others - sometimes leading to issues for the boy) and so can be a bit blunt if someone asks his opinion.
The only time Telenon ever seems truly focused is when it comes to his chores and jobs. Growing up clinging to the skirts of one of the Weyr's cooks meant that he quickly learned that if it was worth doing, it was worth doing well. It may take him longer, less out of perfectionism than being distracted by the job at hand (or even correcting a mistake he made because of his mind wandering elsewhere). He hopes for the same from others, but usually ends up getting the short end of the stick from those unwilling to pull their weight.
- One of a large brood of kids, Telenon was easily lost among his seven other siblings. He was still well cared for, of course, but one of the master cooks in the kitchen wasn't able to have children surrounding her at all times. His younger years were spent in the chaos of the creche or the chaos of his full family room. Allowed to essentially run free. He learned or made up whimsical stories, sat eagerly at the feet of the Weyrharper during lesssons - especially with the ones including the ballads of great heroism - and started finding his strengths and weaknesses as he developed. Like all children, he was encouraged to play to his skills (even if his no-nonsense mother didn't quite approve) and so he started doing his early chores in the archives, believing the boy would, one day, become a good Harper.
When he grew old enough, Telenon did take the opportunity to begin an apprenticeship with the Harpers. After all, he loved their stories and they found his imagination to be a boon. The boy took to the pipes easily and already had a good chunk of ballads memorized, so he easily passed his first year. As it came to expand his learning to encompass other parts of Harpering, however, it didn't quite go as smoothly. Telenon would much rather be doodling than copying records (after the second wasted hide, they left him to wax tablets) and had trouble focusing during lectures. He could buckle down and get work done, but being so erratic meant he was slowly failing.
His days were occasionally interrupted with excursions either outside Southern or just to his father's weyr. Telenon and his sister, Taralo, shared the trait that they both had the same father - something none of the rest of Ranis's brood could claim. They ended up growing a little closer because of this, having extra days apart from the main family when T'lorn and his Blue, Denesuth, would visit and whisk them away. This only added to his love of adventure and grandiose daydreams.
It helped when he finally became old enough to enter candidacy. He dropped his formal apprenticeship for the time being so he didn't have to juggle as many tasks, though he still visited the Harpers on a weekly basis. Still, his attentions were largely focused (as much as they could be, at least) on learning what he would need to be a proper candidate and the very basics of Weyrlinghood so he could survive the first ten minutes until the Weyrling Master took over. After his first clutch came and went, however, Telenon's daydreams returned. While they waited for the next clutch, it was simply the same material, so he didn't particularly need to listen. Luckily for him, candidates were such a precious commodity that he was never kept from a clutch, but he certainly did plenty of extra chores.
Excited is not a strong enough word to describe Telenon's reaction when he was able to get a flitt egg. How could one not be thrilled about the tiny dragonkin, weaving so elegantly in the air? The precious little egg would eventually hatch into a sleek pewter thing - a silver flitt he named Rings. The past few months have been largely dedicated to spoiling his flitt, which has helped dull the pain of being left behind by his sister. The news that Xian was ready for habitation couldn't come soon enough, and he signed up to transfer the moment he could.
Dragon color preference: Any
- Silver (m) Rings
- Rings certainly lives up to his name, having circular markings on his hide. This is quite debatable, as the paler markings on Rings' medium-gray hide are more scale-like in appearance, but with Pern's general lack of scaly creatures, it generally isn't pointed out. Either way, it's striking, especially when he catches the light. He's a bit of a small flitt for his color at only 55cm with a slender build. Razor-thin wings give him the agility to practically rival vtols - or at least try, when he sets his mind to catch a few.
Dutiful, Hospitable, Sincere
- Rings is a sweet little flitt, utterly attached to his lifemate. Nearly everything he does is done for Telenon, whether it's some kind of errand or just playing around in the air, showing off his skill in flight. He's kind to others as well, enjoying the company of human and dragonkin alike. When not otherwise engaged, he likes to go to the lake and see if there's any dragons she can help wash. He's curious and always looking for some adventure - much like his owner, and like Telenon, he can be a bit blunt when reacting.