Post by RaynePOTM on Apr 1, 2010 21:58:37 GMT -5
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Username: Rayne [/center]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Rank: Dragon Rider
Orientation: Hetro
Parents:
Father;
• Tate
Mother;
• Emmera
Siblings: None
Current Weyrmate/Lover: Zaevethyr of Lilac Griffith
Children: none
Appearance: Reddish brown waves flop around his face giving him a goofy, childish look. His hazel eyes are browner than green, and are often alight with humour. They are rimmed with long eyelashes that would look feminine on most, but coupled with a wide jaw and a hooked nose too large to be handsome, it does not. He has a large mouth with thin lips, and his teeth are slightly crowded. His chin is stubborn, and his cheeks are softened slightly by the last of his baby fat. His skin is somewhat pale compared to many pernese, but by no means is it white.
Slender shoulders lead on too long, bony arms. His hands are large and expressive, with long, spidery fingers. He has a smooth chest, a soft stomach, and a narrow waist. His body figure speaks of potential to be a warrior, should he seriously train. His abnormally tall height can mainly be accredited to his long, gawky legs with knobbly knees and large feet.
Tristann prefers to wear simple clothes that are practical and sturdy. He often wears an olive green tunic with tan breeches and soft, supple boots. He wears no jewellery. When he dresses up, he wears gaudy silk tops, with cream breeches.
Personality: Tristann has received the greatest education one can receive. He has studied literature, engineering, debating, mathematics, history and many other things. His specialty is debating however, due to his argumentative nature. He always has to argue his point, and must always have the last word. He is also quite skilled at writing poetry. This is because he easily develops crushes on girls, but rather than admit his feelings he writes secret love poems he never gives them. Also, he is extremely well mannered as he has spent many years studying etiquette.
Tristann is a pert. He is disrespectful towards authority and cheeky. He always talks back to people. He always argues with what others say, even if they are his teachers or even high ranked riders. This makes him quite popular with the younger people, who appreciate the undermining of the authorities. This, coupled with his open, friendly nature means that he had many friends.
To describe Tristann as melodramatic would be a severe understatement. For Tristan, everything is the end of the world. Nothing can go understated. He also can be quite flamboyant, using large, expansive gestures. This all makes him a very good actor, and also a very good liar.
Unlike many children, Tristann is yet to grow out of his immaturity. He often acts crass, enjoys the simple things in life, refuses to take responsibility for any of his actions and refuses to eat vegetables. Because of this he is also somewhat selfish, and fun-loving. He is also loud, and doesn't know when to quieten down. However, because of this he is very good with children.
Tristan is picky. He hates vegetables, but loves bubbly pies. He can't stand yellow or black, but loves green. Flowers make his nose itch, so he dislikes them, but he likes climbing trees. All in all, a very hard person to make out.
Biography: Tristann was born into a wealthy family. His uncle on his father's side was a holder, and he took good care of his brother and his brother's family. As part of this he ensured that Tristann received his extensive education.
His uncle died of the plague when Tristann was seven. His wife took over the hold, and continued to support her late husband's family.
Life was pretty uneventful at the hold. Tristann always dreamed of becoming a rider, and of all the glory that would be associated with it. He dreamed of being a powerful rider, a skilled threadfighter, a hero whom harpers sing his praises.
He always thought it a dream, until a brown rider appeared. He told Tristann that he was a perfect candidate. Tristann was whisked away, and before he knew it he was in the Weyr. And even more swiftly after that, he was standing in a white robe watching the eggs shake.
He was nervous, it was plain to see, but in his nervousness he was frozen to the spot. His jaw was clenched and his hands gripped each other behind his back. He might’ve actually looked like a soldier waiting for orders, very manly, which was a decidedly good facade.
He only moved when K’ron impressed. His face twitched into a smile, which felt more like a grimace to Tristann. He was too busy watching his friend and his newly hatched dragonette leave the sands to see his own life-mates entrance to the world.
It was a rather violent entrance too, the copper egg was shaking so hard his rolled over and crashed into its neighbour. The impact split the side of the egg, to reveal a dark bronze, with a look of pure determination on his face. He looks around at the audience, and snarled at a few candidates, before walking directly to Tristann.
T'stann, mine! so hungry!
Oh, Okay..... let's get you something to eat..... Hang on... are you serious? Your mine?
No, I just came here to trick you... YES I'M YOURS FEED ME!!!
Nerenith, after scoffing down more than his fair share of food, only then decided to mention his name to his bewildered rider. That was how things went for more than a couple of weeks, Nerenith would say what he liked, when he like and to who he liked. The only thing the young dragon did was be nice to attractive, high-ranked females. It left Tristann wondering what he’d done to deserve such a dragon.
It got better after a few of the gruelling lessons, Tristann would keep going, even when Nerenith had stopped behind him. It left the dragon feeling upstaged, which couldn’t happen, this managed to push both the boy and dragon to limits they didn’t know they could reach. It also gave them a mutual respect, which is the only thing that was making Nerenith do as his rider said.
They still have their struggles, but they’re getting better. Nerenith has less of a childish personality now and does many things by himself, just to show his independence. He bosses Tristann around less and, since mating with Lilac Griffith, he treats Tristann with a lot more respect. Minly because Nerenith could have sworn that Zaeve was too good for the weedy rider, but Tristann caught her none the less.
Until recently, Tristann had no pets of his own, because he managed to kill most of them, but when Aphrodite’s clutch hatched, Tristann was chosen by a rather unusual girl.
Pets:
Name: Lady
Breed: Spiral
Age: Less than a turn
Appearance: This lovely lady is blue and white, with more ‘patches’ than stripes. Though her colourations are long and taper at the end, they don’t [/color]look like the stripes most Spirals have. More like elongated patches (like you see in Khaki).
Her body is white with a hint of blue in it, much like the colouration of a pearl. And her ‘patches’ are baby blue.
She’s a largish Spiral, with unusually big feet. It makes her rather clumsy.
Personality:Cheeky, Disobedient and Immature
Colour Code: #42BFC7 and #FFE4B5
BRONZE NERENITH
Breed: Bronze
Gender: Male
Age: 2turns
Appearance: Sleek and majestic, Nerenith isn't a bulky bronze. He's a normal size with a slightly longer tail than most.
His hide is a dark and shiny so if you see him at night he is a very scary dragon indeed. His wings are the most colourful, shimmering almost every time he goes into the sunlight.
Personality: Nerenith is sarcastic, cocky and rude. He says what he thinks and he thinks what he likes.
He's also rather territorial, he doesn't like people going anywhere near his girl. Griffith likes that sort of attention so it's fine by her. Nerenith hasn't got into a proper flight, yet, but Griffith isn't getting bored of him, so he probably won't get into one in the near future.
Nerenith does love T'stann, he just shows it when no one's around. They get along well, now that the original training is coming to a close. The only thing Nerenith knows more about than T'stann, and as such won't listen, is Griffith. The out-loud flirting is always a point of disagreement.
Mate:Lilac Griffith
Colour Code: #5E2612
Username: Rayne [/center]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Rank: Dragon Rider
Orientation: Hetro
Parents:
Father;
• Tate
Mother;
• Emmera
Siblings: None
Current Weyrmate/Lover: Zaevethyr of Lilac Griffith
Children: none
Appearance: Reddish brown waves flop around his face giving him a goofy, childish look. His hazel eyes are browner than green, and are often alight with humour. They are rimmed with long eyelashes that would look feminine on most, but coupled with a wide jaw and a hooked nose too large to be handsome, it does not. He has a large mouth with thin lips, and his teeth are slightly crowded. His chin is stubborn, and his cheeks are softened slightly by the last of his baby fat. His skin is somewhat pale compared to many pernese, but by no means is it white.
Slender shoulders lead on too long, bony arms. His hands are large and expressive, with long, spidery fingers. He has a smooth chest, a soft stomach, and a narrow waist. His body figure speaks of potential to be a warrior, should he seriously train. His abnormally tall height can mainly be accredited to his long, gawky legs with knobbly knees and large feet.
Tristann prefers to wear simple clothes that are practical and sturdy. He often wears an olive green tunic with tan breeches and soft, supple boots. He wears no jewellery. When he dresses up, he wears gaudy silk tops, with cream breeches.
Personality: Tristann has received the greatest education one can receive. He has studied literature, engineering, debating, mathematics, history and many other things. His specialty is debating however, due to his argumentative nature. He always has to argue his point, and must always have the last word. He is also quite skilled at writing poetry. This is because he easily develops crushes on girls, but rather than admit his feelings he writes secret love poems he never gives them. Also, he is extremely well mannered as he has spent many years studying etiquette.
Tristann is a pert. He is disrespectful towards authority and cheeky. He always talks back to people. He always argues with what others say, even if they are his teachers or even high ranked riders. This makes him quite popular with the younger people, who appreciate the undermining of the authorities. This, coupled with his open, friendly nature means that he had many friends.
To describe Tristann as melodramatic would be a severe understatement. For Tristan, everything is the end of the world. Nothing can go understated. He also can be quite flamboyant, using large, expansive gestures. This all makes him a very good actor, and also a very good liar.
Unlike many children, Tristann is yet to grow out of his immaturity. He often acts crass, enjoys the simple things in life, refuses to take responsibility for any of his actions and refuses to eat vegetables. Because of this he is also somewhat selfish, and fun-loving. He is also loud, and doesn't know when to quieten down. However, because of this he is very good with children.
Tristan is picky. He hates vegetables, but loves bubbly pies. He can't stand yellow or black, but loves green. Flowers make his nose itch, so he dislikes them, but he likes climbing trees. All in all, a very hard person to make out.
Biography: Tristann was born into a wealthy family. His uncle on his father's side was a holder, and he took good care of his brother and his brother's family. As part of this he ensured that Tristann received his extensive education.
His uncle died of the plague when Tristann was seven. His wife took over the hold, and continued to support her late husband's family.
Life was pretty uneventful at the hold. Tristann always dreamed of becoming a rider, and of all the glory that would be associated with it. He dreamed of being a powerful rider, a skilled threadfighter, a hero whom harpers sing his praises.
He always thought it a dream, until a brown rider appeared. He told Tristann that he was a perfect candidate. Tristann was whisked away, and before he knew it he was in the Weyr. And even more swiftly after that, he was standing in a white robe watching the eggs shake.
He was nervous, it was plain to see, but in his nervousness he was frozen to the spot. His jaw was clenched and his hands gripped each other behind his back. He might’ve actually looked like a soldier waiting for orders, very manly, which was a decidedly good facade.
He only moved when K’ron impressed. His face twitched into a smile, which felt more like a grimace to Tristann. He was too busy watching his friend and his newly hatched dragonette leave the sands to see his own life-mates entrance to the world.
It was a rather violent entrance too, the copper egg was shaking so hard his rolled over and crashed into its neighbour. The impact split the side of the egg, to reveal a dark bronze, with a look of pure determination on his face. He looks around at the audience, and snarled at a few candidates, before walking directly to Tristann.
T'stann, mine! so hungry!
Oh, Okay..... let's get you something to eat..... Hang on... are you serious? Your mine?
No, I just came here to trick you... YES I'M YOURS FEED ME!!!
Nerenith, after scoffing down more than his fair share of food, only then decided to mention his name to his bewildered rider. That was how things went for more than a couple of weeks, Nerenith would say what he liked, when he like and to who he liked. The only thing the young dragon did was be nice to attractive, high-ranked females. It left Tristann wondering what he’d done to deserve such a dragon.
It got better after a few of the gruelling lessons, Tristann would keep going, even when Nerenith had stopped behind him. It left the dragon feeling upstaged, which couldn’t happen, this managed to push both the boy and dragon to limits they didn’t know they could reach. It also gave them a mutual respect, which is the only thing that was making Nerenith do as his rider said.
They still have their struggles, but they’re getting better. Nerenith has less of a childish personality now and does many things by himself, just to show his independence. He bosses Tristann around less and, since mating with Lilac Griffith, he treats Tristann with a lot more respect. Minly because Nerenith could have sworn that Zaeve was too good for the weedy rider, but Tristann caught her none the less.
Until recently, Tristann had no pets of his own, because he managed to kill most of them, but when Aphrodite’s clutch hatched, Tristann was chosen by a rather unusual girl.
The ultramarine egg shudders, and cracks into three pieces, one piece sits atop the head of the baby inside, and the lovely Spiral peeps her head out. She looks very adorable and funny, with the bit of shell as a hat.
Ultramarine's Spiral streatches her wings, but hops around rather than flying, although she is able to once they dry.
She hops about, and finally decides, heading towards T'stann, chirping and showing him images of him from her point of view.
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'Hello little fella," said T'stann, picking up his baby flitt and cradling her. She chirped at him in an irratated fashion. "Oh! Lady... right.. sorry... Hang on! That's what I'll call you... Lady!"
She bobbed her head up and down a little, before crawling on to T'stann's arm, she lost her egg-hat on the way up, shrieking in dismay until T'stann retrieved it for her. He placed it back on her head.
After that she was back to being happy again, kneeding her claws in T'stann's shirt, much like a cat.
Ultramarine's Spiral streatches her wings, but hops around rather than flying, although she is able to once they dry.
She hops about, and finally decides, heading towards T'stann, chirping and showing him images of him from her point of view.
----------
'Hello little fella," said T'stann, picking up his baby flitt and cradling her. She chirped at him in an irratated fashion. "Oh! Lady... right.. sorry... Hang on! That's what I'll call you... Lady!"
She bobbed her head up and down a little, before crawling on to T'stann's arm, she lost her egg-hat on the way up, shrieking in dismay until T'stann retrieved it for her. He placed it back on her head.
After that she was back to being happy again, kneeding her claws in T'stann's shirt, much like a cat.
Pets:
Name: Lady
Breed: Spiral
Age: Less than a turn
Appearance: This lovely lady is blue and white, with more ‘patches’ than stripes. Though her colourations are long and taper at the end, they don’t [/color]look like the stripes most Spirals have. More like elongated patches (like you see in Khaki).
Her body is white with a hint of blue in it, much like the colouration of a pearl. And her ‘patches’ are baby blue.
She’s a largish Spiral, with unusually big feet. It makes her rather clumsy.
Personality:Cheeky, Disobedient and Immature
Colour Code: #42BFC7 and #FFE4B5
BRONZE NERENITH
Breed: Bronze
Gender: Male
Age: 2turns
Appearance: Sleek and majestic, Nerenith isn't a bulky bronze. He's a normal size with a slightly longer tail than most.
His hide is a dark and shiny so if you see him at night he is a very scary dragon indeed. His wings are the most colourful, shimmering almost every time he goes into the sunlight.
Personality: Nerenith is sarcastic, cocky and rude. He says what he thinks and he thinks what he likes.
He's also rather territorial, he doesn't like people going anywhere near his girl. Griffith likes that sort of attention so it's fine by her. Nerenith hasn't got into a proper flight, yet, but Griffith isn't getting bored of him, so he probably won't get into one in the near future.
Nerenith does love T'stann, he just shows it when no one's around. They get along well, now that the original training is coming to a close. The only thing Nerenith knows more about than T'stann, and as such won't listen, is Griffith. The out-loud flirting is always a point of disagreement.
Mate:Lilac Griffith
Colour Code: #5E2612
