Post by Audio on Jun 8, 2010 18:43:44 GMT -5
Player:
Name:Audio
Are you 17+?: Yessum!
Contact Information:
AIM:audiosky
Email:pzzt.
Past RP Experience: See Gillen, please.
Character:
Name:R'ior
Age:22
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual...but slightly bi-curious, without regards to Flightlust.
Occupation:Wingrider, Brown Rider
Description:R'ior is well built for a man of his age, being fairly well proportioned and in a athletic condition, but other than the everything about him appears average. Of average height, looks, and size, the brownrider doesn't give off a very intimidating or attention grabbing presence, and somehow constantly blends in quite well with other people. With eyes that are a shade of brown so dark that they appear black that match with the equally messily trimmed hair, R'ior constantly hides behind the bangs that tickle his eyelids. The mass of black hair does nothing for his thin face however, and the fact that he naturally has the complexion of someone who never leaves the indoors, makes him appear a bit gaunt. R'ior has thin eyebrows for a man of his age, however they are rarely seen as he almost never pulls the hair back to reveal his forehead. Just a simple pet peeve of his, as he hates foreheads for some reason, especially high ones.
Even though he is still young, smile lines have already started forming around the corners of his eyes and mouth, making him appear quite a few years older then he really is. R'ior is a rider that always wears dark colors despite the occasion, his entire wardrobe consists of blacks, grays, and the occasional brown. He himself doesn't even know how it happened, but since it had, he took it in stride without complaints. Because of the personally tailored clothes to fit his person, he has to continually make the effort to not get to bulky or to scrawny or have all his marks go to waste.
The brownrider is easily looked over in a crowd, however if one were to simply examine him, he's really not that bad to look at, with a genuinely warm smile on thin lips and a fine set of almost pearly whites. However, the man's eyes become almost slit like when he smiles and as most people wouldn't trust a feline farther then they could throw one, his rather honest smile becomes somewhat suspicious in the eyes of people who do not know him well.
Personality: Sarcastic and witty, R'ior is known for his blunt and straightforward comments that drift between funny and hurtful. However much he likes making the people around him laugh, he feels it is more important to voice his opinion even when it is not needed. However despite this he does not exude an air of aloofness and rather gives off a more laid back and mellow feeling. However, R'ior feels no reluctance in giving others a lecture when he deems them deserving of one, without considering if he himself is fit to be doing so. Therefore he ends up be a hypocrite a lot, not noticing that he commits the same mistakes as others, as he's quick to point out other people's problems.
Not really a bad guy, R'ior simply has some trust issues initially, but once he warms up to you the brown rider likes to act like a older brother figure not caring if he is actually older or not. This caring and looking out for does have it's limits though, as he is a very impatient man demanding things to be done immediately and changes to take effect now.
R'ior is pretty much an old man at heart. A cheapskate and packrat combined, he finds it painfully hard to let go old and worn things and tends to keep them stockpiled around his weyr, even though he has bought a replacement for it. Throwing something away when he's absolutely positive he will be able to find some sort of use for it is similar to him cutting off a leg. It's just not going to happen. Thus he has an extraordinarily messy and cluttered weyr and despite it being completely preventable he'd prefer to keep it that way then let others come and rummage through his things. But as of yet he hasn't had much trouble keeping others from entering his weyr.
The brown rider has a strict one track mind, and simply cannot bring himself to think of other things when something is already on his mind. It's not that he can't multi-task its simply he feels that things are more efficient if he finishes something before starting something else. For instance if he starts one book, he will continue to the end, even if he is bored out of his mind. It's just a simple pet peeve of his to finish what he has started. And speaking of books, R'ior is a very much so a 'follow the book' kind of guy. Out of the box thinking is simply preposterous and risks with no guarantees of success are equally so.
R'ior is also very self sufficient believing that if he can't do it himself than it's not possible. Determination and self reliance is part of his core backbone and he's not one to give up without holding onto something by his teeth if he had to.
History:R'ior, previously Reior grew up the youngest in a large family surrounded by siblings at all times on their parent's beastfarm. His family had specialized in the typical Pernese pets, various breeds of canines, felines and Runnerbeasts. There was always a bunch of firelizards flying about their household as well, as flitter eggs had been one of their most profitable products. His mothers gold flit, Tia had had an army of babies under her that had bonded with the rest of his family. R'ior had never been that fond of the miniature dragons, preferring the more cuddly canines for companionship. His childhood was full of happy times of carefree rolling down hills and never having to deal with loss or conflict other then the occasional spat with a sibling over something small, he was a sheltered and naïve child.
Food was always plentiful and family was always there, as a kid he couldn't have asked for more although sometimes he had wished he was an only child finding the nonstop buzz and excitement of a family of seven children not including himself a bit to rambunctious. His first experience was loss was probably the one most influential event of his life. When his father had brought home a pair of Wildcat kittens, he had explained that he was trying to expand their range of inventory, and these little kittens, if trained properly could make kittens that could feed their entire family for a year just with the purchase of one. That's how much they were worth. Everything had been fine for the first year, the adorable furballs grew into sleek yet still slightly awkward felines that were nearly the size of they typical woolbearer.
Till this day R'ior is not sure what exactly happened in the training barn as he had been out in the fields socializing the canine puppies, when screams and fear tinged wails suddenly arose from the direction of the farm. By the time his scrawny 8 turn old legs had pumped their way to the barn, there was blood, so much blood everywhere. What appeared to be the mangled form of one of his elder sisters, Elenore laid reaching out toward the exit in the barn doorway in a pool of muddy pool of blood. Distinct bloody tracks of the pair of usually cuddly felines seemed to run off and away from the household. That was all he had seen before his elder brother grabbed him and covered his eyes with a large hand, while trying to comfort the boy that had started crying without even noticing.
The next thing he remembered, he had woken up in his bed, believing it all to be a dream. And he was back to normal, happy and carefree while sitting in his bed still slightly groggy from his nap. Then his mother came in and broke the news that the Wildcats had taken his father and older sister on a adventure and they wouldn't be back for a long long time, while silently crying.
It was quite a few years later that R'ior realized his father had been one of those trainers many called too ambitious and foolish in his attempt to train wildcat kittens and he had paid the price.
By the time he was Searched his family had drastically reduced their farm size, not being able to afford or upkeep the animals the way their father had had a knack for. The Gathers at nearby holds were important sources of income and at 15, he had already become quite professional with moving the livestock between their home and the market grounds. Not as great as his elder siblings with selling their merchandise, he spent more of his time making sure the beasts under the care of his family were well met.
It had been near the end of a busy Gather, when a rider had tapped him firmly on the shoulder as he bent over to detain a rogue canine pup and introduced himself as W'eion and that his brown, Mysoyth had informed him that someone with the requirements to be a Candidate was at this stall and R'ior was the only person to fit the description that had been given.
The family missed him, but he knew that they were also feeling the relief of one less mouth to feed with the minimal amount they made. In fact they were probably glad that he had been Searched, as in the weyr as a Candidate he would be well fed and sheltered, at least for awhile. If he was left standing too many times, he would have to end up back with them, but at least for now he would have as much as he wanted.
The hatching at Southern that produced the brown, had been a Jr. Queen's first inexperienced clutch. Only producing 6 eggs there had been way to many candidates all crowding around the eggs desperately trying to show their worth that R'ior had been stuck quite a few rows back from the eggs. But it didn't matter. Astonmarth had pushed his way to the back of the Candidates to find his rider, despite said rider not even getting to see how or when he came out of his egg. Was it with eggshell pieces flying in the air with a resounding burst? Or a gentle crack that the brown oozed out of? R'oir didn't know, and at the time it hadn't seemed important enough to ask. By the time he had remembered, the brown had long forgotten.
It was only recently that the pair from Southern was given the opportunity to help a smaller and less crowded weyr by transferring. It hadn't taken much to convince R'ior to willing volunteer as there had been excessive amounts of brown riders at Southern, many of which had more forceful or personable dragons that had easily risen in ranks, to compete with. Perhaps here, at Cerulean R'ior and Astonmarth could be of some more importance with people actually noticing their absence then simply, 'Oh, it's simply just another brown rider.'
Fun Facts:
Is a sucker for children.
Deathly afraid of any and all kinds of felines.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type:Dragon
Name:Astonmarth
Color:Brown
Color Code:663300
Age:4 Turns
Description:A big and bulky creature, Astonmarth is the size of a small bronze, however he lacks their sleek proportions and so in his large proportions appears odd and clumsy. Thick and long wings however give him sheer brute strength however, and he can last a very lengthy time aloft even while carrying a heavy load. Despite his lack of speed, Astonmarth is not as clumsy as he appears and has his own distinct way of flying to allow him maximal agility, which is nothing compared to that of a green or blue.
With a dirt brown hide which, by Faranth, is a true pain in the rear to clean, that fades into a lighter almost tan coloring near his belly and underside, Astonmarth isn't as glamorous as his bronze brothers. Not that he envied the fact that they could blind people with their shiny well maintained hides on their better days when Rukbat shone on them just right.
Astonmarth has short, if very muscular limbs that gives him something of a waddle when he scoots around on land that end in lengthy talons(as if longer talons could make up for his lack of limb).
Personality:Chipper and a all around happy go lucky brown, Astonmarth is rather childish and dependent. Fairly whiny and picky about almost everything except for what he eats, the brown isn't the easiest to get along with. In fact most other dragons find him annoying despite his capabilities. Despite being a brown, he doesn't even have the average level of intelligence of his color, instead he is rather slow. On the other hand, Astonmarth is a dragon that has excellent thread fighting potential as once he's in the air, its like he's a different dragon, surviving on keen instinct and skill alone.
Fun Facts:
Really likes the color pink, however R'oir isn't a fan of the color and so he wasn't allowed to decorate the weyr pink.
Craftskills:
Craft:Beast husbandry
Level of Proficiency:Apprentice
Specialty:The care of most typical beasts of Pern.
Weakness:Refuses to come even close to any kind of feline.
Name:Audio
Are you 17+?: Yessum!
Contact Information:
AIM:audiosky
Email:pzzt.
Past RP Experience: See Gillen, please.
Character:
Name:R'ior
Age:22
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual...but slightly bi-curious, without regards to Flightlust.
Occupation:Wingrider, Brown Rider
Description:R'ior is well built for a man of his age, being fairly well proportioned and in a athletic condition, but other than the everything about him appears average. Of average height, looks, and size, the brownrider doesn't give off a very intimidating or attention grabbing presence, and somehow constantly blends in quite well with other people. With eyes that are a shade of brown so dark that they appear black that match with the equally messily trimmed hair, R'ior constantly hides behind the bangs that tickle his eyelids. The mass of black hair does nothing for his thin face however, and the fact that he naturally has the complexion of someone who never leaves the indoors, makes him appear a bit gaunt. R'ior has thin eyebrows for a man of his age, however they are rarely seen as he almost never pulls the hair back to reveal his forehead. Just a simple pet peeve of his, as he hates foreheads for some reason, especially high ones.
Even though he is still young, smile lines have already started forming around the corners of his eyes and mouth, making him appear quite a few years older then he really is. R'ior is a rider that always wears dark colors despite the occasion, his entire wardrobe consists of blacks, grays, and the occasional brown. He himself doesn't even know how it happened, but since it had, he took it in stride without complaints. Because of the personally tailored clothes to fit his person, he has to continually make the effort to not get to bulky or to scrawny or have all his marks go to waste.
The brownrider is easily looked over in a crowd, however if one were to simply examine him, he's really not that bad to look at, with a genuinely warm smile on thin lips and a fine set of almost pearly whites. However, the man's eyes become almost slit like when he smiles and as most people wouldn't trust a feline farther then they could throw one, his rather honest smile becomes somewhat suspicious in the eyes of people who do not know him well.
Personality: Sarcastic and witty, R'ior is known for his blunt and straightforward comments that drift between funny and hurtful. However much he likes making the people around him laugh, he feels it is more important to voice his opinion even when it is not needed. However despite this he does not exude an air of aloofness and rather gives off a more laid back and mellow feeling. However, R'ior feels no reluctance in giving others a lecture when he deems them deserving of one, without considering if he himself is fit to be doing so. Therefore he ends up be a hypocrite a lot, not noticing that he commits the same mistakes as others, as he's quick to point out other people's problems.
Not really a bad guy, R'ior simply has some trust issues initially, but once he warms up to you the brown rider likes to act like a older brother figure not caring if he is actually older or not. This caring and looking out for does have it's limits though, as he is a very impatient man demanding things to be done immediately and changes to take effect now.
R'ior is pretty much an old man at heart. A cheapskate and packrat combined, he finds it painfully hard to let go old and worn things and tends to keep them stockpiled around his weyr, even though he has bought a replacement for it. Throwing something away when he's absolutely positive he will be able to find some sort of use for it is similar to him cutting off a leg. It's just not going to happen. Thus he has an extraordinarily messy and cluttered weyr and despite it being completely preventable he'd prefer to keep it that way then let others come and rummage through his things. But as of yet he hasn't had much trouble keeping others from entering his weyr.
The brown rider has a strict one track mind, and simply cannot bring himself to think of other things when something is already on his mind. It's not that he can't multi-task its simply he feels that things are more efficient if he finishes something before starting something else. For instance if he starts one book, he will continue to the end, even if he is bored out of his mind. It's just a simple pet peeve of his to finish what he has started. And speaking of books, R'ior is a very much so a 'follow the book' kind of guy. Out of the box thinking is simply preposterous and risks with no guarantees of success are equally so.
R'ior is also very self sufficient believing that if he can't do it himself than it's not possible. Determination and self reliance is part of his core backbone and he's not one to give up without holding onto something by his teeth if he had to.
History:R'ior, previously Reior grew up the youngest in a large family surrounded by siblings at all times on their parent's beastfarm. His family had specialized in the typical Pernese pets, various breeds of canines, felines and Runnerbeasts. There was always a bunch of firelizards flying about their household as well, as flitter eggs had been one of their most profitable products. His mothers gold flit, Tia had had an army of babies under her that had bonded with the rest of his family. R'ior had never been that fond of the miniature dragons, preferring the more cuddly canines for companionship. His childhood was full of happy times of carefree rolling down hills and never having to deal with loss or conflict other then the occasional spat with a sibling over something small, he was a sheltered and naïve child.
Food was always plentiful and family was always there, as a kid he couldn't have asked for more although sometimes he had wished he was an only child finding the nonstop buzz and excitement of a family of seven children not including himself a bit to rambunctious. His first experience was loss was probably the one most influential event of his life. When his father had brought home a pair of Wildcat kittens, he had explained that he was trying to expand their range of inventory, and these little kittens, if trained properly could make kittens that could feed their entire family for a year just with the purchase of one. That's how much they were worth. Everything had been fine for the first year, the adorable furballs grew into sleek yet still slightly awkward felines that were nearly the size of they typical woolbearer.
Till this day R'ior is not sure what exactly happened in the training barn as he had been out in the fields socializing the canine puppies, when screams and fear tinged wails suddenly arose from the direction of the farm. By the time his scrawny 8 turn old legs had pumped their way to the barn, there was blood, so much blood everywhere. What appeared to be the mangled form of one of his elder sisters, Elenore laid reaching out toward the exit in the barn doorway in a pool of muddy pool of blood. Distinct bloody tracks of the pair of usually cuddly felines seemed to run off and away from the household. That was all he had seen before his elder brother grabbed him and covered his eyes with a large hand, while trying to comfort the boy that had started crying without even noticing.
The next thing he remembered, he had woken up in his bed, believing it all to be a dream. And he was back to normal, happy and carefree while sitting in his bed still slightly groggy from his nap. Then his mother came in and broke the news that the Wildcats had taken his father and older sister on a adventure and they wouldn't be back for a long long time, while silently crying.
It was quite a few years later that R'ior realized his father had been one of those trainers many called too ambitious and foolish in his attempt to train wildcat kittens and he had paid the price.
By the time he was Searched his family had drastically reduced their farm size, not being able to afford or upkeep the animals the way their father had had a knack for. The Gathers at nearby holds were important sources of income and at 15, he had already become quite professional with moving the livestock between their home and the market grounds. Not as great as his elder siblings with selling their merchandise, he spent more of his time making sure the beasts under the care of his family were well met.
It had been near the end of a busy Gather, when a rider had tapped him firmly on the shoulder as he bent over to detain a rogue canine pup and introduced himself as W'eion and that his brown, Mysoyth had informed him that someone with the requirements to be a Candidate was at this stall and R'ior was the only person to fit the description that had been given.
The family missed him, but he knew that they were also feeling the relief of one less mouth to feed with the minimal amount they made. In fact they were probably glad that he had been Searched, as in the weyr as a Candidate he would be well fed and sheltered, at least for awhile. If he was left standing too many times, he would have to end up back with them, but at least for now he would have as much as he wanted.
The hatching at Southern that produced the brown, had been a Jr. Queen's first inexperienced clutch. Only producing 6 eggs there had been way to many candidates all crowding around the eggs desperately trying to show their worth that R'ior had been stuck quite a few rows back from the eggs. But it didn't matter. Astonmarth had pushed his way to the back of the Candidates to find his rider, despite said rider not even getting to see how or when he came out of his egg. Was it with eggshell pieces flying in the air with a resounding burst? Or a gentle crack that the brown oozed out of? R'oir didn't know, and at the time it hadn't seemed important enough to ask. By the time he had remembered, the brown had long forgotten.
It was only recently that the pair from Southern was given the opportunity to help a smaller and less crowded weyr by transferring. It hadn't taken much to convince R'ior to willing volunteer as there had been excessive amounts of brown riders at Southern, many of which had more forceful or personable dragons that had easily risen in ranks, to compete with. Perhaps here, at Cerulean R'ior and Astonmarth could be of some more importance with people actually noticing their absence then simply, 'Oh, it's simply just another brown rider.'
Fun Facts:
Is a sucker for children.
Deathly afraid of any and all kinds of felines.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type:Dragon
Name:Astonmarth
Color:Brown
Color Code:663300
Age:4 Turns
Description:A big and bulky creature, Astonmarth is the size of a small bronze, however he lacks their sleek proportions and so in his large proportions appears odd and clumsy. Thick and long wings however give him sheer brute strength however, and he can last a very lengthy time aloft even while carrying a heavy load. Despite his lack of speed, Astonmarth is not as clumsy as he appears and has his own distinct way of flying to allow him maximal agility, which is nothing compared to that of a green or blue.
With a dirt brown hide which, by Faranth, is a true pain in the rear to clean, that fades into a lighter almost tan coloring near his belly and underside, Astonmarth isn't as glamorous as his bronze brothers. Not that he envied the fact that they could blind people with their shiny well maintained hides on their better days when Rukbat shone on them just right.
Astonmarth has short, if very muscular limbs that gives him something of a waddle when he scoots around on land that end in lengthy talons(as if longer talons could make up for his lack of limb).
Personality:Chipper and a all around happy go lucky brown, Astonmarth is rather childish and dependent. Fairly whiny and picky about almost everything except for what he eats, the brown isn't the easiest to get along with. In fact most other dragons find him annoying despite his capabilities. Despite being a brown, he doesn't even have the average level of intelligence of his color, instead he is rather slow. On the other hand, Astonmarth is a dragon that has excellent thread fighting potential as once he's in the air, its like he's a different dragon, surviving on keen instinct and skill alone.
Fun Facts:
Really likes the color pink, however R'oir isn't a fan of the color and so he wasn't allowed to decorate the weyr pink.
Craftskills:
Craft:Beast husbandry
Level of Proficiency:Apprentice
Specialty:The care of most typical beasts of Pern.
Weakness:Refuses to come even close to any kind of feline.
