Post by Vox on Dec 14, 2015 0:24:11 GMT
Name: R’millard (Remi or R’mi for short)
Rank: Weyrling
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Sexuality: Asexual, probably gray-romantic
Physical description: R’mi is short for now, wiry, and moves very quietly. He has shaggy, dark brown hair that constantly falls into his eyes and thick, expressive eyebrows. When his legs and arms are visible, the scars of a very active lifestyle are exposed. His fingertips have been scorched by flame on multiple occasions, his knees have often been scraped from tripping or falling, and there are a few smaller cuts from being caught in brambles or tussling with a clawed pet. His face is still round with babyfat that will likely take him the rest of puberty to shed, which makes his finely pointed nose and pink lips look cuter than he’d prefer.
Personality description: Like most boys his age, R’mi has a lot of excess energy that needs to be constantly monitored lest he get himself into trouble (which he very, very often does.) Although the discipline of rider training has taught him some measure of self-control, he is easily cajoled into capers and foolhardy expeditions. He’s the first to laugh at a joke, good or bad, and isn’t above mocking someone’s misfortune if he thinks it’s funny.
R’mi abides by a very peculiar code of honor and his number one rule is this: Do. Not. Snitch. No matter who the person or what the situation is, the one thing R’mi will not do is let the authorities or any adult in power know what really happened. For this reason, he has a reputation for loyalty among his friends. Unfortunately, R’mi is also very prone to lying and he tends to be quite adept at it, as long as no one sells him out. (Anyone who does ‘snitch’ to the authorities never regains his trust.)
History: Remillard was born to two members of a holdless caravan, both he and his mother barely surviving the ordeal. Their nomadic group was founded when Remi’s great-grandfather was caught with the body of a stolen runnerbeast hidden in his home. Their family always insisted - both then and now - that the Holder had been jealous of him and framed him to have an excuse to exile their family. Similarly, the Holder swore an oath that he was a thief of herdbeasts. Unwilling to enter exile alone, Teverett took his wife and children with him. Rather than see their family members suffer the possibility of starvation and Thread alone, the rest of the family pulled up stakes and went with them. Over time, they met other Holdless groups and eventually formed a much larger collective with the intent of looking out for one another, all while never settling in one place.
While most of the members of the caravan possessed honest tradeskills, a significant portion of the group consisted of outlaws; mostly, they were thieves and gamblers, but there were worse types among them as well. Relying on the honest folk to provide cover for their work, the caravan had a system: approach a hold, initiate trade, and steal whatever they could get their hands on while the holders were distracted by bartering. This worked for several turns, until they had finally made a circuit of a good chunk of the Northern Continent and become blacklisted by all of the places they once fooled. They had to adapt.
Someone realized that the holders wouldn’t recognize members of their newest generation and proposed an elaborate scheme: Train promising young folk to pose as orphans to infiltrate the hold, make note of its security, supplies, and routines, and then return to the caravan so older, more skilled members could steal what they needed in the dead of night. Remi was one of the handful of children chosen for this task at a young age and he rapidly became quite good at it. There were times when he had to maintain his disguise for fortnights on end without being caught. Despite a few close calls and snags here and there, their schemes worked most of the time.
Then, when they sent him to infiltrate Keroon Hold, a Searchrider noticed something was… different about the scrawny orphan wandering around the feast hall. There was something in the way his eyes caught onto every little detail, how he seemed to have such a sharp and serious edge to him, despite the circumstances. Believing this to be a sign of potential, he took Remillard with him to Southern Weyr to stand for Impression. While under strict orders to keep his cover at all costs, he couldn’t very well tell the rider that he wasn’t actually an orphan, so he played along and hoped his family would figure out what happened and come to rescue him before he was outed as a thief. Much to his dismay, he wound up on the Sands with all of the other candidates with no sign that his folks even knew where he was.
And then he saw her: beautiful, grassy green hide and swirling eyes where he could lose himself. When their eyes met, he knew he would never, ever let her go.
He began his training with the other new Weyrlings, as expected, still wondering when he would be snatched away - but no one came. He remained guarded for the first several fortnights, but slowly began to let his guard down. At first, only Fauth was worthy of his trust and love, but as he got to know his fellow Weyrlings, he couldn’t help but begin to grow attached to them as well, even if he could never tell them the truth. After nearly a full Turn of training, they were transferred to Xian Weyr, making up R’mi’s mind that his family was never going to find him again… which didn’t upset him as much as he thought it would.
Weyrmate: None
Pets: Bronze King - Thickly muscled and very large for a firelizard, R’mi ensures he is well-oiled and fed at regular intervals without interruption. He is a very proud flit and has occasionally gotten into minor tussles with others of his kind to prove dominance. Additionally, he is very protective of R’mi and has to be calmed if he perceives any kind of threat towards his young feederperson. (R’mi won the egg from a fellow Weyrling towards the beginning of their training - fair and square! (In truth, R’mi cheated the hell out of that match because he wanted a flit so badly. Although the other Weyrling suspected it hadn’t been fair, they weren’t able to prove anything and so King bonded with R’mi when he hatched.)
Dragon's Name: Fauth
Dragon's Color: Green
Dragon's Physical Description: Fauth is possibly the best-oiled dragon in the entire Weyr, if R’mi’s constant, devoted attention to her is any indicator. Her rich, grassy green hide shines beautifully in both rain and shine and her talons are always finely trimmed and honed to perfection. Her neck and tail are long and slender, fitting for such a small dragon who was very likely the runt of the clutch.
Dragon's Personality Description: Fauth dotes on R’mi as much as he dotes on her, always quick to boast of his talents and attentiveness to anyone who will listen. Like her rider and his flit, she is also profoundly prideful and doesn’t take criticism gracefully. She is quick to develop petty grudges, but just as quick to drop them when her ego has been soothed or when she feels an appropriate degree of revenge has been had. As R’mi taught her, she holds the concept of keeping secrets to be the most important rule of morality.
Rank: Weyrling
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Sexuality: Asexual, probably gray-romantic
Physical description: R’mi is short for now, wiry, and moves very quietly. He has shaggy, dark brown hair that constantly falls into his eyes and thick, expressive eyebrows. When his legs and arms are visible, the scars of a very active lifestyle are exposed. His fingertips have been scorched by flame on multiple occasions, his knees have often been scraped from tripping or falling, and there are a few smaller cuts from being caught in brambles or tussling with a clawed pet. His face is still round with babyfat that will likely take him the rest of puberty to shed, which makes his finely pointed nose and pink lips look cuter than he’d prefer.
Personality description: Like most boys his age, R’mi has a lot of excess energy that needs to be constantly monitored lest he get himself into trouble (which he very, very often does.) Although the discipline of rider training has taught him some measure of self-control, he is easily cajoled into capers and foolhardy expeditions. He’s the first to laugh at a joke, good or bad, and isn’t above mocking someone’s misfortune if he thinks it’s funny.
R’mi abides by a very peculiar code of honor and his number one rule is this: Do. Not. Snitch. No matter who the person or what the situation is, the one thing R’mi will not do is let the authorities or any adult in power know what really happened. For this reason, he has a reputation for loyalty among his friends. Unfortunately, R’mi is also very prone to lying and he tends to be quite adept at it, as long as no one sells him out. (Anyone who does ‘snitch’ to the authorities never regains his trust.)
History: Remillard was born to two members of a holdless caravan, both he and his mother barely surviving the ordeal. Their nomadic group was founded when Remi’s great-grandfather was caught with the body of a stolen runnerbeast hidden in his home. Their family always insisted - both then and now - that the Holder had been jealous of him and framed him to have an excuse to exile their family. Similarly, the Holder swore an oath that he was a thief of herdbeasts. Unwilling to enter exile alone, Teverett took his wife and children with him. Rather than see their family members suffer the possibility of starvation and Thread alone, the rest of the family pulled up stakes and went with them. Over time, they met other Holdless groups and eventually formed a much larger collective with the intent of looking out for one another, all while never settling in one place.
While most of the members of the caravan possessed honest tradeskills, a significant portion of the group consisted of outlaws; mostly, they were thieves and gamblers, but there were worse types among them as well. Relying on the honest folk to provide cover for their work, the caravan had a system: approach a hold, initiate trade, and steal whatever they could get their hands on while the holders were distracted by bartering. This worked for several turns, until they had finally made a circuit of a good chunk of the Northern Continent and become blacklisted by all of the places they once fooled. They had to adapt.
Someone realized that the holders wouldn’t recognize members of their newest generation and proposed an elaborate scheme: Train promising young folk to pose as orphans to infiltrate the hold, make note of its security, supplies, and routines, and then return to the caravan so older, more skilled members could steal what they needed in the dead of night. Remi was one of the handful of children chosen for this task at a young age and he rapidly became quite good at it. There were times when he had to maintain his disguise for fortnights on end without being caught. Despite a few close calls and snags here and there, their schemes worked most of the time.
Then, when they sent him to infiltrate Keroon Hold, a Searchrider noticed something was… different about the scrawny orphan wandering around the feast hall. There was something in the way his eyes caught onto every little detail, how he seemed to have such a sharp and serious edge to him, despite the circumstances. Believing this to be a sign of potential, he took Remillard with him to Southern Weyr to stand for Impression. While under strict orders to keep his cover at all costs, he couldn’t very well tell the rider that he wasn’t actually an orphan, so he played along and hoped his family would figure out what happened and come to rescue him before he was outed as a thief. Much to his dismay, he wound up on the Sands with all of the other candidates with no sign that his folks even knew where he was.
And then he saw her: beautiful, grassy green hide and swirling eyes where he could lose himself. When their eyes met, he knew he would never, ever let her go.
He began his training with the other new Weyrlings, as expected, still wondering when he would be snatched away - but no one came. He remained guarded for the first several fortnights, but slowly began to let his guard down. At first, only Fauth was worthy of his trust and love, but as he got to know his fellow Weyrlings, he couldn’t help but begin to grow attached to them as well, even if he could never tell them the truth. After nearly a full Turn of training, they were transferred to Xian Weyr, making up R’mi’s mind that his family was never going to find him again… which didn’t upset him as much as he thought it would.
Weyrmate: None
Pets: Bronze King - Thickly muscled and very large for a firelizard, R’mi ensures he is well-oiled and fed at regular intervals without interruption. He is a very proud flit and has occasionally gotten into minor tussles with others of his kind to prove dominance. Additionally, he is very protective of R’mi and has to be calmed if he perceives any kind of threat towards his young feederperson. (R’mi won the egg from a fellow Weyrling towards the beginning of their training - fair and square! (In truth, R’mi cheated the hell out of that match because he wanted a flit so badly. Although the other Weyrling suspected it hadn’t been fair, they weren’t able to prove anything and so King bonded with R’mi when he hatched.)
Dragon's Name: Fauth
Dragon's Color: Green
Dragon's Physical Description: Fauth is possibly the best-oiled dragon in the entire Weyr, if R’mi’s constant, devoted attention to her is any indicator. Her rich, grassy green hide shines beautifully in both rain and shine and her talons are always finely trimmed and honed to perfection. Her neck and tail are long and slender, fitting for such a small dragon who was very likely the runt of the clutch.
Dragon's Personality Description: Fauth dotes on R’mi as much as he dotes on her, always quick to boast of his talents and attentiveness to anyone who will listen. Like her rider and his flit, she is also profoundly prideful and doesn’t take criticism gracefully. She is quick to develop petty grudges, but just as quick to drop them when her ego has been soothed or when she feels an appropriate degree of revenge has been had. As R’mi taught her, she holds the concept of keeping secrets to be the most important rule of morality.
