Post by Rae on Dec 14, 2015 2:11:01 GMT
Name: T’vor
Rank: Senior Weyrling
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical description: Of middling height, T’vor has a fop of unruly blonde hair that often falls in his face. You’ll find him constantly sweeping it out of his way by a toss of his head. He has unremarkable brown eyes that already have crow’s feet at the corners from his constant smiles. He’s quick with his hands and a deft dancer, having spent many nights dancing out in the fields with his former craftspeople. Practical in appearance, T’vor is not likely to wow anyone, rather he has an impish charm that some find attractive.
Personality description: Easy-going and clever, T’vor enjoys to live life to the fullest. He bores easily and has been adept at finding ways to stay entertained. He genuinely tries to be a good boy, but sometimes his schemes land him straight in the middle of trouble. His inability to tell a lie also doesn’t help keep him out of hot water. He excels at what he knows but learns new tasks with difficulty, it will take patience and hard work to master anything new. But T’vor is tenacious and does not give up easily. Inventive and curious, T’vor was a boon to the farming craft and was helpful in looking at problems in a new light. He likes to feel needed and will try to help, even when his presence is not wanted. Luckily bad manners and gruff treatment don’t phase this young man. He bounces back quickly, ever ready for the next plan.
History: Trevor grew up outside of Nerat Hold in the heart of the Farmcrafthold. His father was a Master in the craft and Trevor grew up by his father’s side, along with his three older brothers, and gained a deep appreciation for all manner of plants. He learned the growing seasons for the various latitudes of Pern and showed a true aptitude for crossing plant species to create hardier types to weather the frigid clime of High Reaches. As he grew up, he and his brothers knew how to have a good time and often the youngsters of the farmcrafthall would sneak out to a back pasture to sing and dance around a bonfire when it was safe to burn.
To ease the boredom that sometimes came during bouts of bad weather that kept them indoors and out of the fields, Trevor and his pals would come up with games, pranks and other sorts of juvenile merriment to keep them occupied. Their efforts usually landed them all in extra kitchen duty, which is how Trevor became so skilled at peeling and chopping up tubers.
Before he was Searched, Trevor had begun experimenting with distilling tubers for liquor since wine was not readily available to the rowdy batch of teenagers. The busy life of a Candidate recently shipped to Southern kept him busy. And he all but forgot about that scheme when he Impressed his lifemate at Southern’s Hatching. Now a senior Weyrling, T’vor channels his time and attention to becoming the best Purplerider he can be, and it hasn’t been easy for the farm boy to adjust to Weyrlife. Luckily he’s with a rather patient group of Weyrlings who take his slower pace to learn with aplomb.
Weyrmate: None
Pets: None, he was raised thinking farmers didn’t have pets
Dragon's Name: Dokath
Dragon's Color: Purple
Dragon's Physical Description: Dokath is a long and lanky Purple, almost like a colt, all legs and no body. He tends to be clumsier than his sleeker Purple kind, but T’vor is positive that when full grown, Dokath will be agile and quick, perfect for fighting Thread. He is a monochromatic violet, about as purple as purple can be.
Dragon's Personality Description: Dokath is clumsy in speech as well as action, a true foot-in-mouth sort. If there is something that shouldn’t be said, Dokath will unknowingly say it. He tries hard to be suave and coy, but his innocence and naivety always win out. Kind hearted and warm towards others, Dokath enjoys the social aspects of the Weyr and like his Lifemate, loves to stay busy.
Rank: Senior Weyrling
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical description: Of middling height, T’vor has a fop of unruly blonde hair that often falls in his face. You’ll find him constantly sweeping it out of his way by a toss of his head. He has unremarkable brown eyes that already have crow’s feet at the corners from his constant smiles. He’s quick with his hands and a deft dancer, having spent many nights dancing out in the fields with his former craftspeople. Practical in appearance, T’vor is not likely to wow anyone, rather he has an impish charm that some find attractive.
Personality description: Easy-going and clever, T’vor enjoys to live life to the fullest. He bores easily and has been adept at finding ways to stay entertained. He genuinely tries to be a good boy, but sometimes his schemes land him straight in the middle of trouble. His inability to tell a lie also doesn’t help keep him out of hot water. He excels at what he knows but learns new tasks with difficulty, it will take patience and hard work to master anything new. But T’vor is tenacious and does not give up easily. Inventive and curious, T’vor was a boon to the farming craft and was helpful in looking at problems in a new light. He likes to feel needed and will try to help, even when his presence is not wanted. Luckily bad manners and gruff treatment don’t phase this young man. He bounces back quickly, ever ready for the next plan.
History: Trevor grew up outside of Nerat Hold in the heart of the Farmcrafthold. His father was a Master in the craft and Trevor grew up by his father’s side, along with his three older brothers, and gained a deep appreciation for all manner of plants. He learned the growing seasons for the various latitudes of Pern and showed a true aptitude for crossing plant species to create hardier types to weather the frigid clime of High Reaches. As he grew up, he and his brothers knew how to have a good time and often the youngsters of the farmcrafthall would sneak out to a back pasture to sing and dance around a bonfire when it was safe to burn.
To ease the boredom that sometimes came during bouts of bad weather that kept them indoors and out of the fields, Trevor and his pals would come up with games, pranks and other sorts of juvenile merriment to keep them occupied. Their efforts usually landed them all in extra kitchen duty, which is how Trevor became so skilled at peeling and chopping up tubers.
Before he was Searched, Trevor had begun experimenting with distilling tubers for liquor since wine was not readily available to the rowdy batch of teenagers. The busy life of a Candidate recently shipped to Southern kept him busy. And he all but forgot about that scheme when he Impressed his lifemate at Southern’s Hatching. Now a senior Weyrling, T’vor channels his time and attention to becoming the best Purplerider he can be, and it hasn’t been easy for the farm boy to adjust to Weyrlife. Luckily he’s with a rather patient group of Weyrlings who take his slower pace to learn with aplomb.
Weyrmate: None
Pets: None, he was raised thinking farmers didn’t have pets
Dragon's Name: Dokath
Dragon's Color: Purple
Dragon's Physical Description: Dokath is a long and lanky Purple, almost like a colt, all legs and no body. He tends to be clumsier than his sleeker Purple kind, but T’vor is positive that when full grown, Dokath will be agile and quick, perfect for fighting Thread. He is a monochromatic violet, about as purple as purple can be.
Dragon's Personality Description: Dokath is clumsy in speech as well as action, a true foot-in-mouth sort. If there is something that shouldn’t be said, Dokath will unknowingly say it. He tries hard to be suave and coy, but his innocence and naivety always win out. Kind hearted and warm towards others, Dokath enjoys the social aspects of the Weyr and like his Lifemate, loves to stay busy.
