Post by Harbinger on Dec 15, 2015 23:05:56 GMT
Name: L'rien
Rank: Weyrling Master
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Weyrmate: None (sigh)
Pets: None (though he's caught plenty of creepy crawlies in his youth as "pets")
Name: Fahimth
Color: Green (#336600)
Appearance:
Personality:
Rank: Weyrling Master
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
- Ever the rogue, ever the charmer, once L'rien got out of the awkward stage of puberty he found himself to be quite the head-turner. With a total height of six feet, five inches, he quite fits the cliché tall, dark, and handsome, with a bit less emphasis on the dark part. His complexion is more peachy than tan, though that isn't to say he doesn't get any color in the summer when having to work out in the sun. Despite being a full-grown man, L'rien keeps a rather boyish figure, slightly lanky, but he manages to make it look good. Lean muscle mass covers his body and lightly tones him, caused by his chores and duties. Despite being a fully grown man, L'rien still, at first glance, seems to be just a youngling, if his height is thrown completely to the side.
A lopsided grin often frames this man's heart-shaped face, intentionally or inadvertently turning on the roguish charm. Some tiny bit of mischief always sparkles in his light blue, slightly wide-set eyes, though the pranks have certainly been left behind in his adolescent years. Still, the joviality that hangs about this candidate is almost never lost in his features. Further adding to his overall air of casualness is the fact that his hair, in gorgeous deep russet color, falls about in a mess of waves and curls about his head. Kept short for convenience, he rarely attempts to tame it. Depending on his mood, his slightly large nose can count as a deplorable thing on his otherwise good-looking visage. Unfortunately, L'rien has not come through Threadfall unscathed, and it shows despite his efforts. Though the worst of the scoring, going from armpit to mid-thigh along his left side, is hidden by his clothing, but the scoring on his arm is often not. Nasty scars twist about his left forearm and he's missing half of his hand. It's a painfully apparent reminder of the dangers Pern faces daily.
L'rien's clothing choices largely depend on the time of day and the current events going on at the Weyr. Often enough he's seen in work leathers, either for ground crew duties or just general dragonriding chores. When given a choice, however, his clothing is about as variegated as a dragon's eye. This man will always be sporting a color of one shade or another, coupling it with whatever accessories are needed for a clean, straight-laced look. This is, perhaps, a way to hide whatever deviousness hides beneath, but is also a tool used by L'rien because it just looks good.
Personality:
- Mirthful, jovial, optimistic, good-natured, all of these describe L'rien to a T, and yet you'd still find more synonyms to aptly describe this Rider. Light-hearted and carefree, he very much follows the mantra that you don't know what will happen tomorrow, so you might as well make today the best you can. Though certainly not immature, L'rien does have some issues with being serious when the situation calls for it. Moreover, when the situation is dark, you can certainly count on him to make light of the subject and make it a bit more bearable. Jokes are all well and good to this man, but he has mostly grown past his trickster, pranking ways. There's no fun to be had if the other person gets hurt.
L'rien has a roguish charm, and is quite the flirt when you get down to it. After all, flirting and companionship comes with its own level of fun. Variety is the spice of life, and Larien finds himself certainly finding that variety in his choice of partners. Depending on his mood and the current crush, he can be masculine or feminine, dominant or submissive. The way he flows from one situation to another brings to mind the passionate ocean. Secretly, L'rien is a hopeless romantic, and wishes to one day find that one special someone. But, until then, he is content with causal dating.
Versatility seems to be the cornerstone to L'rien's existence. His ability to change as the situation changes has become a boon to this rider, since he can adapt and overcome most obstacles. He can be quite dependable because of this; rarely will he fail due to new variables that were not accounted for. However, due to his 'here-and-now' mentality, L'rien can, occasionally, be a flake, or decide that whatever task assigned to him is not relevant for the time being. Of course, the moment he realizes his procrastinating has reached its limit, he does put his all into whatever it is that needs to be done.
History:
- It wasn't too long after the birth of her first child that Beastcrafter Sera found herself pregnant yet again. Not having to endure the chill of Between like a Dragonrider, she was quite capable of conceiving, and would certainly help keep the creche full. A year and a half after Caelen's birth, Laerian was born.
He was a happy baby, mostly oblivious to the death of his mother at two years of age. Unable to remember and therefore unable to perceive the painful loss, Laerien continued on his joyful little life with his foster parents. He was a sneaky little bugger, getting into trouble often and weaseling his way out of it just as often. But sometimes he wasn't so lucky. One day, he and a few others ventured into the runner bay, where a few runners from Holdfolk visiting the Weyr were being stabled. Unsupervised, the kids played around the runners, and when they got too close to one, spooked it. It reared, kicking Laerien, knocking him down and stomping down on his hand. He managed to scoot out of the way, preventing any further damage, but it had been done.
Laerien was down for the next several weeks, recovering from a broken leg, a broken rib, many bruises, and an amputated pinky. He had been very lucky that the horse only landed on his pinky and not the whole hand, as the bones in the digit had been pulverized. With some physical training, he gained all movement back into his hand, and survived the encounter mostly unscathed; Laerien simply needed to have modified gloves from then on.
For a while, Laerien was a little more cautious, but since nothing horrible had come of his escapades, he eventually returned to his bubbly, adventurous self. It was fun, and things would turn out. They always had. So Laerien continued to get into scrapes, got out of them, and let a mostly average young life.
It was shortly after his twelfth birthday that Larien was allowed to stand for his first clutch, though it would it would be another five turns before he found his lifemate. Her hatching had been slightly chaotic due to the recent loss of the Gold's rider due to Thread. Lashing out in paranoia during a touching, the clutch mother crushed one dragonet and forced a small Green out of her shell about two weeks prematurely. Bruised, battered, and reeling from the shock of being birthed before she was ready, the foliage-patterned girl was not expected to last more than a few minutes before she slipped Between. Still, the assembled Candidates did their best to help, and it would be Laerien that would hear the lilting voice clearly in his mind, his Fahimth thanking him for the assistance.
Training would be relatively easy for the pair, if only because they had a head start on everyone else in their class. They strolled casually through most of the training, though a shock came when C'len came back badly scored. L'rien had always looked up to his brother, so the fact that even he could be hurt by Thread hit close to home. Though neither L'rien nor Fahimth would really dwell on the potential for grave danger in their futures, it did cause both dragon and rider to buck up and put what additional effort needed into their training. Fahimth's agility would be her boon when they were finally drafted into an actual Wing. With her ability to turn on a dime, she has found her gorgeous hide unmarred by Thread for the first two turns of her life and her Rider similarly protected. That's not to say they haven't had close calls, but what's life without a little excitement?
Unfortunately, their hubris would bring disaster. So focused on their acrobatics, the pair missed a tangled clump of Thread lifted up on a thermal, taking a broadside hit. While they survived, the menace managed to chew away a fair chunk of skin and hide, leaving L'rien without half of his hand and Fahimth without a supporting wingsail. Luckily, one of the Purples was able to catch the pair before they fell to the ground, and both made it to Fort in as close to one piece as they could be.
Healing would take time, of course, both physically and mentally. Once the scores healed enough, there was work to be done to relearn what should have been easy - writing, flying, even feeding themselves. It was during this time that L'rien started to mentor a few Weyrlings, both to show them the dangers of Threadfall but also to help L'rien feel needed when it was becoming apparent he would likely be delegated to the Queen's Wing. Fahimth would regain most of her maneuverability, but the strain of active, high-paced flying could rip her wingsail right off her body once more. Both would return to their normal selves with the worldly knowledge of what true dangers were out there.
That didn't keep L'rien from a few pranks when he was feeling particularly devious or needed a good laugh. He mostly kept these for his close friends and those that he knew would take a joke in good stride. Still, it would be his joking ways that would land him in the second worst trouble he'd ever been in. Originally planning on nabbing a few choice pieces of clothing to tease a lady friend with later, the Greenrider walked in on her and the Weyrleader in the middle of some questionable activities. L'rien fled, though the damage had been done to the Leader's ego. C'len happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and had gotten dragged into the mix. Despite all his efforts, L'rien could not convince the Weyrleader that the Bronzerider was innocent. With the transfer to Xian set, L'rien would follow his brother there, hoping they would take in a silly little trickster. Not only was Xian glad to have another rider to fill their ranks, L'rien's past of working with Weyrlings gained him the position of Weyrling Master - a surprising but not unwelcome promotion.
Weyrmate: None (sigh)
Pets: None (though he's caught plenty of creepy crawlies in his youth as "pets")
Name: Fahimth
Color: Green (#336600)
Appearance:
- From one of the very smallest eggs comes one of the very smallest dragons. At a mere twenty feet in length, Fahimth sits within average lengths for Greens, but only barely. If one were to measure her very carefully, they'd find that she's exactly twenty feet and two inches in length. Please measure her, she does so want to know her precise measurements. She is decidedly slender, having no curves to speak of in her structure, less even than most male dragons. She is what many would describe of as a "twig." Or maybe even a plank. But she uses this to her advantage. Her compact body is light and flexible, and with razor-slender wings, she can make tight turns that many envy. Her wings are no longer than average, unfortunately, and so with her extra narrow wingsails, Fahimth has a lower than average level of stamina when she's in the air. She's made for tight, quick turns, not long flights. Indeed, her mating flights will be fantastic, but they will be very short. Interestingly, other than her narrowness all around, her limbs are all in proportion to each other... with exception to her headknobs. Slightly longer than average for a dragon head of that size, it gives her face a very long appearance. Almost horse-like, really. With an extra-narrow snout, her face seems to go on forever. This is something which she is actually rather happy with, as she finds it attractive. But then, Fahimth finds everything about her attractive.
In coloration, Fahimth takes on a whole new level of interest. Primarily a green that rests on the edge of dark for the hue, her hide is like rich foliage towards the end of the Summer. Her entire hide is patterned with small pointed ovals that overlap each other like scales. Indeed, from a distance, there is something of her that looks rather scaled. Snake-like, even. But really, when one considers her for long enough, she is more like a delicate tree than anything else, with thin branches spreading through. New leaves, old leaves, and leaves in the middle of their lifespan "grow" all over her hide, and though they never change positions, her rider will occasionally find himself unconvinced. She really does seem rather... flexible. There is a mischeif settled in her jeweled eyes that give the impression that she knows that her decorated hide causes some confusion. Along her wings, the patterning does change, as the brightest greens on her hide can be found striping through her wings with no apparent pattern when her wings are furled. Unfurled, however, these thin veins of brightness create a reticular web, almost neuron-like as it leads to brighter, denser collections of brightness. The color almost seems to glow in places, and while not really reflective, the light seems to catch on this fantastic veining to follow along the strands. The patterns spider all the way to her shoulders, and reach just towards the very front of her body, before terminating into the darkness of her somatic folia.
Her hide had become marred by the silvery-green scars of Threadfall, destroying her leaf litter pattern along her left flank. It's clear to see where the Thread moved from L'rien's thigh to Fahimth's shoulder, twirling dangerously along until it reached her hip. Most notably, the scarring traces a terrible, neat line where wing membrane meets body, the tissue there once completely destroyed by Thread's insatiable appetite. While the wing has been mended, it is clear that this hide is not as strong as it used to be.
Personality:
- Fahimth is quite the intellect. While Greens are not known for their smarts, this particular girl seems to destroy that notion with neatly organized facts and charts. To say Fahimth is a genius would be going much too far - like the rest of her kin, her ability to recall memories after a few days is substantially worse than a human's. Still, none can deny that this Green is logical. Her words are always concise and she has a vocabulary to make even the most astute archivist jealous. Where exactly she learned this is a mystery to everyone, L'rien included. He's pretty sure he's never used the word "hypothesis" in his life. Still, it seems to be one of her favorite words. Further adding to this, Fahimth is quite inventive. What she lacks in her ability to recollect facts she makes up in her ability to ad lib almost perfectly. She mirrors L'rien's versatility in this - should anything, fog, fire, or fall come, she can find a way to work through.
Like most of her sisters, Fahimth is quite vain. She is in love with her hide, and if left alone near a still pond, she will stare at herself until distracted. Adding onto this is the fact that she knows she's smarter than the other Greens around her, giving her that much more of an inflated ego. Thinking she is amazing, gorgeous, and all-powerful, Fahimth is quite known through Fort (and will be known through Xian soon enough) that she is a horrible daredevil. There is almost no inhibition in this girl, and with a rider just as prone to dive of a fifty foot cliff on a whim, it's quite surprising that the two haven't gotten themselves grounded. Coupled with this, Fahimth has very little patience. While certain things will hold her attention span, for the most part she is easily bored and flits from one interest to another as quickly as the autumn breeze changes. It is perhaps this quality that makes her a borderline scholar - with such a breadth of trivia, there's little that she is ignorant of (but nothing that she knows everything about).
