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Post by Maykat on Jul 9, 2010 7:23:26 GMT -5
Hey guys! Since we didn't have any played-out candidate lessons, here's a quick run down of things V'mio would have told the candidates about the Hatching.
-When the humming starts, stop what you’re doing and return to the candidate barracks. Change into your candidate robe, remove all jewelry. Firelizards are not allowed in the Hatching Sands. -Line up single file, and V’mio will lead you to the Sands. -Create a semi-circle around the Sands. You can move to stand near and egg you like but don’t push or jockey for position. -Stay calm and be alert. Baby dragons can be unintentionally dangerous. -Do not force an Impression. Any waving, calling, grabbing or otherwise attempting to get a dragonet’s attention will have you permanently removed from candidacy. -If you Impress, move off the Sands to where riders will be waiting with food. -If you do not Impress, you have the rest of the night off, and are encouraged to attend the feast afterward.
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Post by Maykat on Jul 8, 2010 18:13:28 GMT -5
Player: Name: Maykat Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: PM AIM: Email: Past RP Experience: 10+ years
Character: Name: V’mio Age: 42 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Candidatemaster Description: Tall, dark and handsome, V’mio is most people’s idea of what a dragonrider should look like. He has kept himself in shape and can often be found doing exercises in the Bowl. He wears his black hair short and spiky and is very self conscious about the thinning patch at the crown of his head. His skin is deeply tanned and he has a few scars on his face and hands from the healers removing suspicious spots. His eyes are dark brown with prominent crow’s feet in the corners.
V’mio is the Pernese version of a metrosexual. He likes nice clothes and keeps himself immaculately groomed. He secretly dyes his hair and in his free time he creates skin and hair products. Mostly they are for his own use but he does give away or trade them to others.
Personality: V’mio is a very sensitive guy. He doesn’t believe in bottling up emotions, and he’s not afraid to be seen crying in public. V’mio tries to look for the best in everyone and he usually finds it. He believes that everyone has some redeeming quality.
He cares deeply about his candidates’ mental and emotional state. He tries to get to know them and their backgrounds so he can tailor his leadership style to each individual candidate. He tries to get them to talk about their feelings as the root cause of their behavior. He loves to give advice, even when it’s not asked for. He prefers candidates to understand what their duties are, or why they're being punished, rather than to lay out rules and give punishments. However, V’mio does not allow himself to be taken advantage of, and when pushed far enough his anger is ferocious. He takes his duties with the candidates very seriously and will not hesitate to pull someone from the Sands.
History: Velmio grew up as just another crèche brat at Southern Weyr. At eleven, the Weyrharper noticed his exceptional tenor voice and sent him to the Harper Hall. Velmio loved singing and settled easily into life at the Hall. He saw himself singing his way across Pern and hopefully becoming a master one day. When his voice broke, he waited at the Hall, learning to play several instruments, but never good enough on one to justify staying. Rather than be a second-rate journeyman or senior apprentice his whole life, Velmio went back to Southern Weyr to be a candidate.
At the Weyr, he seemed to become everyone’s confidant. He helped newly Searched candidates adjust to Weyrlife and combat their homesickness. Everyone from the Candidatemaster to his own foster mother thought Velmio would Impress a green, or maybe a blue. He surprised everyone including himself by Impressing bronze Felath after being a candidate for three Turns. The pair had a hard time during training. V’mio worked as hard as he could but the Weyrlingmaster had a harsh demeanor that V’mio couldn’t relate to. They did eventually graduate, although not in the top of the class.
Once out of training, the pair flourished. V’mio earned a reputation for being able to work with the prickliest riders, and quickly moved up the ranks to a wingsecond position. He was on the verge of being promoted to a wingleader when they had an accident during Threadfall. A weyrling ferrying firestone panicked and flamed Felath across his right wing. The dragonhealers managed to save the wing, but the bronze faced a long recovery time. V’mio, uninjured himself, had a very hard time during Felath’s convalescence. For several months he was depressed and irritable, drinking heavily and blaming the weyrling for the accident. V’mio’s recovery was almost longer than Felath’s but with help from his bronze and a persistent dragonhealer, he slowly returned to his usual self.
While Felath was recovering, V’mio began working with the Southern Weyr candidatemaster. Having been weyrbred but Harper trained, he was able to help candidates make the transition to weyrlife. After being passed over for promotion twice (once entirely unfairly, in his opinion) V’mio began asking around at other Weyrs that needed Candidatemasters. When he heard about the troubles in Silver Cove and the move to Cerulean, he immediately offered his help. Fun Facts: He hates firelizards, something he makes abundantly clear whenever the things are around.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Dragon Name: Felath Color: Bronze Age: 25 Description: Felath is a dark, dirty looking bronze. If not for his size he might be mistaken for a brown in low light. He is nicely proportioned, although he has a bit of a wherry neck. Like most bronzes he lacks agility, and although his endurance is still tremendous, Felath has never been able to return to his pre-accident flying level. His right wing is heavily scarred with mottled lighter patches. It gets stiff and sore, and the dragonhealers have given V’mio a whole range of stretching exercises to do before strenuous flying. Personality: Felath is quiet and calm, rarely getting excited over things. He has the same fierce devotion to the candidates as V’mio, even speaking to them on occasion. He enjoys the company of other dragons and likes to keep the watchdragons company. Despite chasing every gold that rises, he really loves the quick thrill of a greenflight and chases as often as he can. Fun Facts: Felath has excellent control of his flame, being able to hit targets thrown in the air.
Craftskills: Craft: Harper Level of Proficiency: Apprentice
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Post by Maykat on Jul 8, 2010 16:54:48 GMT -5
Batavia's face twitched and her nose wrinkled as she suppressed a sneeze. "You're not alone there," she muttered. The chaos would drive her crazy too. "I'm Batavia. I'm a candidate too, but I haven't been around the barracks much. I'm a dragonhealer also," she explained, "so I spend most of my time in the infirmary." She recognized Valee from classes and was glad to have a face to go with the name. "I transferred here from Southern."
She continued to look at the mess, standing with her hands on her hips. "I was just going to do some research," she added as an aside. Instead she reached up to the brightly colored scarf tied around her head and unwrapped a corner. She pulled it across her nose and mouth and tucked the end securely back up. "I guess I can't let you do this all by yourself, can I?" She grinned at the other girl. There was no way it would all be done today, even with the two of them, but Batavia couldn't just walk away and leave Valee by herself. "Keep an eye out for some kind of shelving guide." She grabbed a rag and a book and started working. "They had to have a system for this mess."
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Post by Maykat on Jul 7, 2010 21:10:19 GMT -5
Well this puts a kink in the plan, Batavia thought as she walked a few steps into the library. Apparently it was rather low on the new Weyr's priority list. She knew it made sense, you couldn't eat books, but it still was annoying. "Hey there," she said to Valee with a grin.
Her time at the Weyr had been a whirlwind, full of shifts in the infirmary, candidate lessons and getting to know her way around. She had been looking forward to a few quiet hours reading and taking notes, and indulging in a little daydreaming about the upcoming Hatching. She'd been too busy to think about the eggs on the Sands and a few hours of frivolous speculation and worry were just what she needed.
Batavia dropped her sheaf of hides on a table and stood looking at the boxes and stacks of books and scrolls. "Is there any kind of order to this at all?" she asked. The part of Batavia that folded her dirty clothes and actually liked taking inventories was itching to put the books in order, while the part of her that liked the beach was itching to give up, tell S'lain things weren't unpacked yet, and just take the afternoon off. "That's probably too much to hope for, isn't it?"
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Post by Maykat on Jul 5, 2010 9:11:16 GMT -5
Who: Batavia What: Working hard When: Late night Where: Dragon infirmary
Batavia sat on a stool, drumming her fingers on the counter top. It was the middle of the night shift; rounds had been made, inventory had been taken, hidework had been filled out. Now she was sitting near the entrance, trying not to think the one thought that was pressing against the inside of her head.
It's quiet was quickly followed by I'm bored.
She leaned her elbow against the counter and propped her head on her fist. On her very first day in the Southern Weyr infirmary, the journeyman had been very adamant that 'quiet' was a word to never be spoken or even thought about in the infirmary. It was the quickest way to curse a peaceful shift, he'd told her. Batavia wasn't normally a superstitious person but that was one that had stuck.
She heaved herself off the stool to do a quick check of her patients, just to be sure. There weren't very many being kept over night, and really the Threadscored green was her only major concern. The green had a history of infections while her rider had a history of panicking, which meant headaches for the healers. Satisfied her everyone was still alive, Batavia headed back for her stool near the entrance.
Oh for Faranth's sake, old Tinal was right, she thought and quickened her pace as noises from the triage area echoed down the corridor. It looked like her night wouldn't be so quiet after all.
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Post by Maykat on Jul 5, 2010 7:15:22 GMT -5
Batavia followed close behind the woman, gawking at the Weyr the whole time. She paid special notice to small landmarks that would let her find her way back on her own. "I thought there might be a problem getting good healers to come to the new place," she said. Weyrs were always willing to off load a bad healer but it was harder to get a good one, especially one with the bad-luck reputation of Cerulean. Batavia decided not to mention the rumors she had heard. It wouldn't help anything and she knew the people here wanted to look forward, to see Cerulean as a new place.
"I don't have any experience with humans, so I doubt I'll be able to help you much. I was a beastcrafter before getting Searched," she explained. "After that I realized how much better dragons were than herdbeasts and I switched over. I can just drop my bag in a corner and get started right off," she offered. As much fun as exploring the new Weyr sounded, Batavia knew she wasn't just here for fun. Like everyone else, she had a job to do.
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Post by Maykat on Jul 1, 2010 17:35:05 GMT -5
I doubt I'll be around much this weekend as I've got family coming in for the 4th. I should be back and ready to go on Sunday.
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Post by Maykat on Jun 29, 2010 16:44:04 GMT -5
"Well isn't this a stroke of luck?" She reached her hand up to jiggle her own rank knots, only to remember that they'd been left behind at Southern. Instead Batavia held out her hand to the healer. "Journeyman dragonhealer Batavia," she said. "And candidate, too.” She grinned at her omission and motioned for Tess to lead the way.
"I just got in from Southern and I’d like to meet S’lain and see the infirmary first." Batavia wasn't sure how many dragonhealers were in Cerulean, but doubted it was very many. While she was willing to take a shift right away and give the others a break, she hoped all S'lain would do was look at her papers and send her away to get settled in. The bright blue water of the ocean was calling her. "Did the clutch make it over alright?" she asked, despite knowing that if anything had gone wrong she'd have heard gossip about it.
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Post by Maykat on Jun 28, 2010 18:09:29 GMT -5
As soon as the green hit the ground near the candidate barracks, Batavia was fumbling with the buckles on the riding straps holding her tight. The transport rider batted her hands away and quickly undid the clasps. Grinning, Batavia thumped him in the leg before sliding down the green’s side. She turned quickly to catch the bag that was coming down after her. Ducking her head, the woman ran a few yards away while the green took off.
Batavia sat on a convenient boulder, ignoring the hustle and bustle around her. She knew she needed to get to the infirmary and check in, but she had far more pressing issues at the moment. While her heavy coat and tall boots had kept her warm in the air and between, she was already starting to sweat in the heat. Cursing softly, she slid off her coat then unlaced and kicked off her heavy boots. Only then did she stop to look around.
A Weyr was a Weyr was a Weyr, she thought, despite only having been to one other, and she had no problems with stopping to ask for directions. After a moment to catch her breath and settle her thoughts, Batavia tied the laced of her boots together and slung them around the handle of her bag. She dug a pair of sandals out from the bottom and slipped them on. Batavia slung her bag over her shoulder, getting a kick in the back by her boots as she did. She grabbed her coat and waited for the next person to come close to her seat.
“Good morning!” She didn’t have to wait long. “Can you tell me which one of these,” she pointed to the entrances into the cliff, “will take me to the infirmary the quickest?” While she didn’t mind wandering around the Weyr, she didn’t want to get lost while she was supposed to be getting to work.
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Post by Maykat on Jun 28, 2010 16:33:45 GMT -5
Player name: Maykat Character name: Batavia Are you alright with being left standing? Yes Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: Yes, 3.5 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Yes
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Post by Maykat on Jun 27, 2010 16:54:51 GMT -5
Player: Name: MayKat Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: PM would be best AIM: Email: Past RP Experience: 10+ years in Pern rps, mostly play-by-email.
Character: Name: Batavia Age: 20 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation:Homosexual Occupation:Journeyman dragonhealer/Candidate Description: Tall, thick and deeply tanned, Batavia jokes that she’s just a herdbeast on its back legs. She’s not really an attractive woman, having a square jaw, large nose and heavy brow. Her eyes are round, wide set and a muddy brown. Despite the southern heat and humidity, Batavia refuses to cut her dark brown hair. She usually braids it into two plaits and wraps them around her head, topping the whole thing off with a colorful scarf or wide-brimmed hat. When it’s let down, her hair is long enough that Batavia has to be careful not to sit on it.
With the exception of her hair, Batavia is not a vain woman. She wears whatever clothes she can get from the Weyrstores. Her main clothing requirements are that they not show blood and redwort stains. She prefers trousers to skirts, even in her gather finery. She does have a weakness for brightly colored and patterned scarves to wear in her hair. Personality: Batavia is loud, boisterous and vulgar. She prefers the company of boys and men, having spent most of her time in a man’s profession. She’s uncomfortable with traditionally feminine roles, especially childcare, and will resent being pushed into anything she considers too ‘girly.’ She’s forthright, often to the point of being rude. Despite this she has no problem apologizing for her words or actions. She cannot stand when people dance around and issue, if she has a problem she addresses it quickly and to the point. Batavia rarely holds a grudge, she’s able to forgive and forget and move on.
She is very meticulous in her work and allows no mistakes or excuses from herself or others. She’s a very quick learner and has an excellent memory. However she is a terrible teacher, quickly becoming frustrated and often just doing the task herself rather than try to explain it several times. She’s also an extreme micro-manager and has a hard time delegating tasks. It’s not that she doesn’t trust other people to do things well, she just knows that it will be done right it she does it herself.
Batavia enjoys the easy sexuality of the Weyr and quickly lost her holdbred morality. Far from the holder girl fantasy of being swept off her feet by a bronzerider, Batavia has had several casual relationships, most of which ended amicably.
History: Batavia was born the eighth child of eighteen total children to cotholders in Honshu territory. Her childhood was normal by Pernese standards, when Batavia was nine her mother died in childbirth and her father quickly remarried a woman with several children of her own from a previous marriage. His four-month widowerhood was not due to callousness, in fact he loved Batavia’s mother very much. But a cothold needs all the hands it can get, and his especially needed a woman’s helping hand.
Batavia got along fine with her stepmother and step-siblings. To ease the overcrowding of their cothold, and because her father considered it a useful tradition, Batavia was fostered to her mother’s sister at age twelve. Batavia loved the herdbeast ranch her aunt lived on. It was so much bigger than the cothold, with so many more people. Batavia had a puppy-dog crush on one of the herdbeast wranglers and was soon a fixture in the barns and yards.
After realizing that she had a knack with the animals, Batavia tried to get the boss of the ranch to take her on as an apprentice. A traditional-minded man, he was reluctant to accept a girl. But Batavia was persistent and despite his attempts to run her off, after the better part of a Turn he relented and accepted her as an apprentice. She excelled in her work, benefitted by hands-on training and having many experienced teachers.
After two Turns, Batavia was preparing to travel to Keroon to continue her training formally at the Hall. Instead she was searched from the docks by a bluerider for Southern Weyr while she was waiting to board her ship north. Enamored by the dragons, Batavia began working with the dragonhealers at Southern in between Hatchings. She earned a journeyman rank at the age of eighteen and volunteered to go to the newly opened Cerulean Weyr.
Fun Facts: Batavia can still do rope tricks, a talent she showcases whenever she can. She also doesn’t believe she’ll ever Impress, something she’s come to terms with, but never told anyone.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Fire-Lizard Name: Color: Brown Age: Newly Hatched (First Month, Turn 8 of Tenth Pass) (Mid-Winter) Description: This fire-lizard is mostly a smooth, very dark brown in color, lightening to tan along the extremities of his talons, headknobs, and backridges. His wingsails are a lovely dark tan, as is a little dash along his eyeridges (making his eyes look lined, but also giving them a sly effect). Alternately, the tip of his tail darkens to black, like he must have dipped it in an inkwell.
He is massive for his size, looking easily much older than he is at hatching. He will continue to grow in this manner, becoming just shy of the size of the average bronze. The majority of his mass is in his bulky body, giving him a very definite center of gravity. His limbs are rather disproportionately skinny and will have a hard time holding his massive body steady. Due to this, he has a terrible sense of balance and will not be able to walk or fly in a straight line very well. To combat this, his firm center of gravity allows him to have excellent agility – turning his tumbles and swerves into almost a twisting dance that, while comical, seems almost intentionally so.
Personality: This big brown fire-lizard seems to almost have a screw loose, but in the most comical of ways. He has a quirky sense of humor and will love to make people laugh. Well aware of his poor balance – and quite okay with that – he will willingly tip himself off a ledge and then right himself in a flurry of mid-air movement just to get a laugh. Or for a lark on his own part, even if he doesn’t think anyone else is watching. He’s not very good at being still – unless he’s contentedly curled up with his bonded getting some petting-affection – and will be very hard to keep track of despite his size. When he finds some tidbit of information that he finds ‘important,’ the first person to know must always be his bonded, irregardless of what His is doing at that moment. He will manage to curl about his bonded’s neck, get in front of her face, grab her cheeks with his paws, put his forehead to hers in a way he can look in her eyes (while likely making her cross-eyed), and solemnly cheep as he relays the message mentally. …His idea of ‘important,’ however…isn’t always what other people might consider so, and it might even be something readily known already. It could be that the staff is making wherry stew, or it could be that there are things attacking people in the field.
His natural curiosity will get him into boundless amounts of trouble, though nothing serious. If it exists and can be gotten into, he will get into it at some point. Don’t be surprised to one day pick up a rolled bandage from a basket of them and find under it a little brown head that will chirp at you innocently. And if a pot gets upset in the kitchens, it’s not a stretch that you might see this one flying around covered in noodles for a bit. If a lady’s shriek is heard, finding this one toting around a breastband or a pair of knickers isn’t out of the question. If ever this one goes missing, first check any drawers or cabinets nearby, as that’s likely where he’ll be found. It might be a good idea to lock anything containing substances that shouldn’t be consumed, as well, for he’ll eat – or at least gnaw on – pretty much anything that looks remotely like ‘food.’
Not the least bit vain, this brown doesn’t really care anything for appearances. As long as he’s healthy, he doesn’t care if he’s clean or dirty. His bulk is easily dealt with due to his agility, and he doesn’t really have any issues with his massive body or his shorter limbs. He is definitely one to judge people on the actions he observes – as well as any emotions he can pick up from them – more than what they look like at all. Children and elderly, men and women, beautiful and ugly – he doesn’t care. The only thing that will change that is if his bonded feels strongly toward someone in a way that’s different from his first impression – whether the feeling is negative or positive.
Rider Candidates: Dragon Color Preference: Brown, blue Rider's shortened name: N/a General info: I’m not picky. RP Search: No
Craftskills: Craft: Dragonhealer Level of Proficiency: Journeyman Specialty: Threadscores Weakness: Broken bones
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