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Post by Audio on Jun 14, 2010 19:49:43 GMT -5
Astonmarth was out at the Feeding Grounds and every time he went it would be quite a long time before he returned. For a beast of his size it was expected for him to eat quite a bit, but the sheer size that the brown could put down in one sitting was terrifying and then also he didn't care what kind of beast he was snacking either. This made for a unfeeling eating machine that would quickly reduce the Weyr's available food source to a dangerously low amount if not restrained.
R'ior was slowly creeping around their still new weyr with the stealth of those felines he so despised. The human section of their weyr was barely, if neatly decorated with only bits and pieces of dark furniture and wall hangings, however the dragon side was filled with random tidbits of junk and trash that were all a variety of bright colors. Every time Astonmarth came back from somewhere he would always be carrying a little bright colored souvenir may it be some child's ball or some woman's dress. R'ior was fine with this collection of...stuff, however he had always asked the dragon to not bring back anything in a bright pink color. For some reason the color just set him off into a bad mood whenever he saw it. However, it was also the dragon's favorite color and he couldn't resist taking something if it were that eye sizzling shade.
The brown rider knew that Astonmarth's collection of bright pink things was getting to the point that he couldn't hide it anymore, and he was going to get rid of it. That was why he had nonchalantly waited till the brown had mumbled something about hunger before shuffling silently over to the dragon's ledge, while attempting to keep his mind as blank as possible.
R'ior stood before the pile eyeing the various knick knacks with the utmost displeasure and disgust before beginning to sift through it to find things to toss out. If he tossed out all of it at once, the brown would surely notice, but if he did slowly, a couple of things at a time perhaps it wouldn't make as obvious of an impact.
Mine, what are you doing?
R'ior nearly jumped out of his skin as he dashed a couple of feet back from the pile, Oh nothing. Just strolling about our weyr looking for something to do!
Oh good, your Astonmarth is heading back from the fields now. That ever so shiny Trith commands us to go help out with the new clutch that is arriving. We must go now.
R'ior had barely finished dressing himself in the proper attire when the sound of great wooshing and blasts of air signaled that the brown had arrived and neatly folding himself onto the ledge to lumber into the weyr looking for His. In a fast walk, the average man expertly leaped onto the outstretched elbow and then settled between the shoulders of the great brown beast with slowly waddled toward the ledge in a rather awkward fashion.
It was a short ride to the Hatching sands, would've been even shorter yet if Astonmarth hadn't gone in the wrong direction at first, but the pair arrived uninjured and in a somewhat timely fashion therefore everything was still good in R'ior's book. Now then....What exactly was he supposed to be doing?
Mine, I would like to go join my brothers and sisters so if you could hurry and go greet the Weyrwoman or something I can go socialize. was sent in a whiny fashion as the brown pointedly looked at the other larger dragons that were settling at the ledges above made especially for them.
All right All right, shards. It's not like you have to be next to them to talk to them, what's mind speak for anyways?
R'ior was mumbling incoherently by the time he slipped off onto the warm sand and Astonmarth in return snorted slightly before lifting off to the ledges above. Seriously, now what?
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Post by Audio on Jun 14, 2010 19:26:54 GMT -5
Adelle's arms were shaking and if they speak they would be screaming in frustration and pain. So in compliance with her bodily complaints she simply dropped the heavy crate in front of her, careful as to not let it land on her toes. What ever was hidden within was obviously not made of the fragile nature due to the careless fashion in which it had been dumped on the ground. However if it did contain delicates they were surely shattered into hundreds of pieces by now.
Now that she was free from the restrains of carrying the heavy wooden crate that Gillen seemed to be having so much ease with, Adelle eyed the stranger suspicious. Noting the knots of a Rider ( if the blue dragon wasn't obvious enough), the young woman broke into a uncertain smile before a idea formed in her mind. Roughly nudging Gillen in the side with a bony elbow to grab his attention in an inconspicuous fashion. However the young men let out a yelp and rubbed his side with a small surprised frown playing on his lips while Tryst slowly....ever so slowly made her way up his arm. For the not so little green flitter placing each paw before another seemed to be a painful and slow process that required the utmost determination.
Irritated Gillen snapped, “What? Why do you have to be so unnecessarily violent all the time?”
Without physically replying, Adelle looked pointedly between the crate she had dropped on the floor and the rider before them. Gillen shook his head, not quite understanding what she wanted him to do. So again she looked even more intently at the crate with eyes that seemed like they would pop right out of their sockets and then at the man. There was a moment of awkward silence as Gillen furrowed his brows at the girl still attempting to figure out what it was she needed until the realization suddenly flickered to life in his mind.
“Ohhhh, so that's what you wanted. Couldn't you make it a bit more obvious?” he said laughing before turning to the blue that had suddenly gotten quite a bit closer and his rider, “Well hello there good sirs, I don't suppose I could interest you in our wares?”
With a flourish with his free arm toward the box Adelle had dropped he put on a most charming smile, “Here we have specialty furs from up north, of likes you will never see here. They were treated by a Master's hand and thus are of the highest and smoothest quality available!”
Walking over to the crate he gave it a experienced kick, and the lid seemed to pop right off revealing a mass of black and gray fur. Well that explained why the crate had been so sharding heavy. He had made her carry the heaviest one out of the lot. Thinking back on how he had motioned her toward that one back on the deck of the boat, a deep set frown and a unhappily quirked eyebrow appeared on Adelle's face.
“As you can see our furs are very very soft and would make great additions to your...” What did those dragonmen call their bed chambers again..? Adelle paused for a moment, she knew the word was on the tip of her tongue, “Ah! Yes your weyrs!”
She bent over to pick one up and the heavy fur felt warm even against her skin and she spread it out slightly so that the Riderpair could get a better view. “Wouldn't you want to sleep in these? It would be like sleeping on clouds? For both you and your dragon, of course!”
The Traders both attempted to flash their most winning smile as they both waited expectantly for what they presumed was an positive response.
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Post by Audio on Jun 11, 2010 23:46:51 GMT -5
Instead of hefting her wooden crate onto her shoulder, Adelle had opted for wrapping her arms around it, while wishing she had thought of searching for any protruding particles as she was quite sure her the length of her arms were full of splinters. It sharding hurt. Not enough to bring tears to her eyes, but enough to give her quite a bit of discomfort and put in her in a even grumpier and snappier mood. She could barely see over the top of her crate and it was a good thing Gillen was so much taller than he so she could still see the top of his brown head or else navigating the docks might’ve turned a disastrous turn for the worst with a nice dip in the blue waves with one tiny misstep. Adelle shuffled after her friend with the darkest look on her face, daring anyone to approach her, if they could even see her face that is as most of it was hidden away behind bangs that had fallen into her face.
Gillen on the other hand steadied the crate on his shoulder with ease, glad the he was a man and as a man more naturally inclined to be able to carry heavy things. Behind him, he was sure Adelle was suffering, but he didn’t feel inclined to help as she never complained. It was always like that at every stop they made, and while at first he felt guilty, Gillen was quick to grow out of that mood ruining feeling. As he peered around, he realized for the first time that he wasn’t quite sure where he would go about trading off his wares. The plan had been simple, get on the island and sell your things. The end.
The problem was that this place was exotically brand new to the Traders, one of the first places in a long time that they haven’t visited before and quite honestly Gillen was just lost. Not like he was going to admit it anytime soon. The young man continued to confidently stride down the docks toward some unknown destination with the boards giving the occasional protesting creak under him. Tryst was too lazy from her curled up position on top of his crate to utter more than a single squeak before completely splaying herself out and using the top as a make shift sunbathing deck.
Adelle really wanted to crane her neck around and look behind her, but her neck wouldn’t be able to turn to the right degree without snapping clear off. She was getting a feeling that someone or something was following them and she attempted to see if Gillen had noticed anything before mentioning her concern to him. The boy was obviously oblivious as he had picked up a jolly whistle tune he had overheard one of the nearby fisherman utter.
Suddenly with a woosh a blue shadow shot over head to land in clouds of dust causing quite a scene on the otherwise dragonless fishing docks. Tryst immediately shot up from her unsightly position and flew a few excited circles in the air above Gillen before winking between. There was quite a lengthy pause before she reappeared literally on the blue’s shoulder to lose her balance and slip right off and flicker off into between again with an embarrassed squawk. Tryst reappeared on the blonde man’s head, talons digging ever so slightly into delicate scalp demanding attention and to be comforted.
Gillen had curiously searched around when his green flitter had suddenly decided to leave his presence for another’s and he had barely caught her slip up, before noticing that she was perched on someone else’s head. The guy appeared to be a man’s man, muscular and exuding testosterone by simply existing. For some reason when Gillen looked at him, he felt a cold shiver tingle down his spine while the hairs on his arms stood on end. Not being able to discern quite why, he shrugged it off and approached the man with an apologetic smile and offering an arm to Tryst for her to hop onto the right person on.
“I’m sorry about Tryst there. She gets a little too excited a little too easily. “ was offered with a genial laugh, as Gillen hoped to Faranth that the strange was not the wrathful sort as it looked like if he wasn’t careful he would get snapped like a twig.
Adelle who had followed behind Gillen unconsciously when he had made a sudden u-turn to retrieve his firelizard only snorted before adding a 'harrumph' of disapproval. That silly little green flit was always causing trouble with her foolishness. It wasn't new.
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Post by Audio on Jun 9, 2010 14:36:58 GMT -5
haha thanks for telling me! fixed it. I guess I play around too many semi-canon places haha. (x
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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.
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Post by Audio on Jun 7, 2010 20:59:35 GMT -5
Who: Adelle, Gillen, Anyone who would like to Search them, even though they are technically/physically there? haha What: Search & some slice of life Traderness Where: Fishing Docks full of that great dead fish smell! Warnings: me. rawr. ---->
Traders did not like water. They especially did not like crossing over any expanse of water larger than a puddle. And yet here they were, rocking in some sharding contraption the locals called a boat to sail to that forsaken island where it was questionable if a profit could even be made. However when Head Trader Markus, had heard that the Holders up north would pay high marks for the rumored sun dried and salted fish that was all the current rage due to its durability, convenience, and exquisitely oceany taste, he hard redrawn their usual trade routes to include a time consuming wide sweep down south that included a optional voyage that only a dimglow would volunteer to make.
Adelle aimed as close to an absolutely furious glare at Gillen as she mange while she leaned over the railing of the wooden 'boat' attempting to hold back the food she had managed to gulp down a few hours previous. The acidic taste in the back of her mouth was building with each fluid rock of the small vessel that held only five other Traders, their limited amount of trade cargo, and the sparse crew of four sailors that manned the only thing separating her and the huge man eating fish that rumor had it lived under the calm deceiving waves. The rest of the caravan had wisely stayed behind for a well deserved vacation on the mainland shore, where the children would be able to splash in the calm crystal blue waves and the adults could relax in a paradise that their nomadic lifestyles usually kept them from. The idea of lying on pristine white sand and soaking in Rukbat's warm glow seemed like a brilliant idea or even a dream come true to Adelle. But no, it was not meant for her, as the moment Markus had asked for volunteers to join him on his exciting adventure across the sea to the distant Weyr on that sharding island, with the promise that they would experience sights and sounds no other Trader in their caravan could even picture, including perhaps an odd dragon sighting, Gillen had grabbed her hand and dragged her to the front of the crowed where he promptly volunteered themselves.
Feeling like her stomach was finally settling down, Adelle leaned back from the edge with her arms still on the railing for support and being too scared to full turn her face away from the watery depths below, she glared at Gillen from the corner of her eye, nostrils flaring. Adelle grunted when the boat crested an abruptly large wave, but before her stomach could up heave once more she managed to shake her fist at her ever so wonderful best friend and scream, “YOU DEADGLOW! THE MOMENT I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE--”
The rest of her words were drowned out in the horrible sound of someone painfully retching up the contents of their stomach.
The youth in question and the target of all this anger was lounging in a fashion of utmost comfort with his arms crossed and pillowing his head as he leaned against the mast of the vessel with his long legs stretched out before him. He even had something to shade his eyes with, which in this case was Tryst's tail, which had curled up right over his forehead as the rest of the glowing green firelizard slept in an odd lumpy pile on top of his head. Now this was the life. The soothing gentle rocking of the boat, basking under the warm daylight, and the gentle ocean breeze were all factors that were leading the young man quickly to a delightful nap while he daydreamed about the sights to come.
The other Traders sat a bit away from him, sitting crossed legged in a hunched over and tight knit circle. Gillen didn’t have to hear them to know what they were talking about. They were all throwing out ideas on how to deal with the natives and gain as much profit from this trip as possible. They were also matching up the details of their stories as to not clash and prove that they had been exaggerating and making up wonderful facts about their wares if questioned. Typical Trader talk. He was not interested.
Gillen on the other hand was brimming with excitement despite his lazy and calm exterior as the prospect of an island full of women he had never seen or associated with and the fact that any trouble he might get himself into can easily be avoided by leaving the island was something that was driving him wild with anticipation. A slow grin appeared on his face as he slowly processed the different types of fun he could have without the restraints of commitment, not like that had ever been an issue before to him.
Then from the corner of his half opened eyes, he vaguely saw Adelle waving at him, presumably trying to attract his attention. She continued to shake her fist at him even the he was obviously looking at her, but perhaps she couldn't tell as she hadn't appeared to be in her best condition ever since stepping foot on the boat and so he leaned forward placing using his hands as support between his outstretched legs in a boyish fashion. The shift in position had caused Tryst to loose her sleepy delicate balance and topple off the top of his head to land with a solid 'thud' on the deck of the ship from which she promptly hopped onto her chubby limbs with an alarmed squeak and eyes whirling yellow. Gillen absentmindedly patted the rump of the flit who was still trying to grasp what had just happened to her, while trying to make out the words that Adelle was trying to say to him. What ever it was she was saying the wind was dragging it away from him as she was downwind to him and so in reply he just waited expectantly, since it looked like she was going to show him something.
Next thing he knew the wind had died down and Gillen was watching his friend vomit up the remains of her previous meal while hearing the sickening retching sounds that made him feel a bit nauseous as well.
“Faranth, Adelle! That is so disgusting, why would you make me watch you puke up your lunch? I didn't think even you would be so...Blech!” complained the young man, as he couldn't help but stare in in disgust despite the growing sickening feeling he was getting. Tryst sent a feeling of worry at Gillen, then the familiar image of a yellow flower surrounded by green grass that meant Adelle before winking between and appearing again to plop down on the back of the bent over girl. For all her worry, the green firelizard really wasn't helping the situation as Adelle let out a 'oomph' of surprise that sounded fairly pained and angry at the same time.
All attention aboard the ship was distracted however, when the first mate appeared and called out onto the deck in a solid voice, “Attention Passsengers and Crew, we will be landing shortly. Please gather your things and get ready to depart.”
It was a short while later that the Traders finally stepped onto the docking bay with the boards underneath giving discernible creaks at the sudden weight of so many people and their cargo. Each of them had a wooden crate full of various things that they would need to have traded off before they left the island and preferably Markus was hoping that they could get some of that delectable fish in exchange for things such as colored class beads, knives, leather products, and even a fire lizard egg. However Markus protectively guarded that treasure as he planned to reap in a bounty of salted fish and perhaps some marks for that one.
Gillen was eager to go about chasing skirts here and there, but that could only happen after he finished his share of trades. Well, that wouldn't be long anyways. The young man grinned with the slight appearance of a predator on the prowl, as his eyes glanced hear and there trying to pick out the odd woman among the fishermen, may it be someone's wife or daughter, while he hefted his crate onto his shoulder, upon which Tryst basked in warm light.
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Post by Audio on Jun 6, 2010 21:18:32 GMT -5
Player: Name:Audio Are you 17+?: shure! Contact Information: AIM:audiosky Email:boo.... Past RP Experience:See Gillen please, I'm a lazybum.
Character: Name:Adelle Age:Nineteen Turns Gender:Female Sexual Orientation:Hetersexual Occupation:Candidate Description:Not very large and intimidating on sight, her petite frame is fairly well toned underneath the innocent and child like exterior. Adelle out grew her growing years by not growing at all, and her lack of height is a rather sensitive subject to the Trader girl. She also doesn't seem to be very filled out, as many girls of her age have already grown into their womanly curves, while she retains the body of a older child. From the back she could easily be mistaken as a small and somewhat scrawny boy if it wasn't for the lengthy dark auburn hair that fell in large waves down to her waist. Unless said boy had curiously long and painstakingly maintained hair, that he was extremely proud of and would break someone's hand if they touched.
With slightly wide set blue eyes of no extraordinary shade, a plain nose, and a thicker bottom lip, Adelle's face gives people the impression that they are looking at a naïve Trader girl, sheltered from all things big and bad on Pern. Especially since her face is usually plastered with a tiny somewhat dimwitted looking grin, she appears like a silly little girl with no idea what is going on. The fact that she also likes to wear dainty little tunics in light colors or heavily frilled dresses that really shouldn't be worn by someone of her age doesn't help her image at all. Despite dressing like a baby and flouncing around like some large out of place child, the young woman still manages to give off an air of antagonism.
Despite being lighter in skin tone then most of her relatives she has a yellowish tinge to her skin that turns a golden brown when exposed to excessive sun and thus she is typically that brown color except perhaps in the rainy seasons where Rukbat is hidden more often.
Personality:Adelle is a bit rough around the edges, to say in the least. She lives in the now, with all her might focused on the happenings around her at the exact time. The dealings of the future and consequences all seem so far away that neither effect her actions very much and thus she is known to be quite rash, while it would appear the phrase 'think before you act' has never seemingly graced her ears. Adelle is rather playful in nature, however sometimes what she deems as gentle teasing is actually hurtful and rather demeaning. In all honesty she doesn't mean it that way, it's just that she simply doesn't know the harm she deals until after wards.
Quick to judge and label people in her very own mental categories, she uses first impressions as lasting opinions on people and once she has placed someone into a certain area in her mind, it is very hard to move them due to her innate stubbornness. Having somewhat of a superiority complex, she rarely admits that she is wrong. In fact, getting a sincere apology from her is like trying to pry Thread from the ground with your bare hands. As judgmental as she is Adelle isn't quite as antisocial as she appears, as she actually rather prefers the company of anyone, even the most annoying little weyrbrat than being alone. With loneliness as her biggest fear, it's like an open invitation for trouble.
Honestly kind and somewhat ruthless, Adelle appears to be a package of contradictions as she'll say one thing and do another. Not so much fickle as careless in her actions and words, in a game of intrigue she'd probably be the one to win by walking over to the other person and knocking them out with a hefty punch to the nose. Armed with an unconventional sense of right and wrong and a personal vendetta against those who she perceives to cause harm to animals and most other living things ( excluding plants, she's basically practices vegetation abuse and avoidance) Adelle isn't the easiest person to get along with at first, as it takes time to assimilate oneself to her behavior.
History:A typical Trader girl that ran with the caravans through her life, she grew up immersed and loving the free life style where rules only go as far as the trading deadlines and destinations. However the story of her origin has always been surrounded by nasty rumors and wide speculation. With features that simply simply didn't resemble either of her relatives, parents, or siblings it was always underlying gossip that her mother had laid with some Hold bred rouge on one of their stops, conceived and played it off as if her husband had been the father. That would explain why her elder sister and younger brother resembled the family, while she was blue eyed where everyone had brown, had light hair while others had dark brown, and was petite while they were heavier set and more solid. What made things more interesting was that her mother was said to never deny this fact and simply chose to ignore and not reply when the subject was brought up. However the truth was never revealed as the woman passed away in childbirth of Adelle's younger brother, taking the secret to the grave with her.
As many of the adults speculated but kept their opinions to their own private conversations, it was obvious their discontent with the child was present as their children with their eavesdropping ears treated Adelle in the way their parents really felt. Not so much as out casted as ignored and avoided as a young child, her early years were filled with running between the herdbeast's legs and making more ruckus by picking fights with the other children. She gained the attention she lacked, and she enjoyed it, even if her family was only paying attention to scold or lecture her.
It was only later when she met Gillen in her eight turn that she really opened up and had fun. As unlikely as it was that the most loved little boy in the caravan would befriend the loneliest girl they were instant friends after a rather odd event. Everyone in the caravan knew everyone else, and most were quite tight knit, however there were still disputes and arguments every now and then and just because they were children didn't mean they were excluded from all the drama. Gillen had been cornered behind a wagon on one of their rest stops by a larger and older boy. Tomar was simply trying to defend his younger sister's honor as he had been taught, as the girl had come running to him crying that some boy had put his lips on hers. One innocent peck had turned Gillen into a fugitive among the children, running and hiding in an assortment of different shady areas around the caravan. He couldn't run to the adults as he typically did, as they fell for his sweet talking and batting long eyelashes, but if they learned that he had done what he had done, they would've probably layered on more chores to him.
Adelle had run into the pair in this predicament and saw what she perceived as a bigger guy picking on the smaller underdog. Her sense of justice completely enraged she threw herself a Tomar and pummeled the boys face in without thinking of the consequences. She had saved Gillen from extra chores and a long winded lecture. Thus they were instant friends for life.
As she grew up, most of the antagonism from the Traders faded as most drama tended to in the caravan. Her later years were nothing but good times with a best friend that was always there for her, as fun times spent with someone else was always better then by oneself.
Fun Facts:Adores anything pretty and shiny to the point sometimes Gillen has trouble holding her back from touching someone else's things.
Rider Candidates: Dragon Color Preference:Anything~ Rider's shortened name:N/A General info:Err... RP Search: Yes! A Gillen and Adelle Combo. Search would be awesomely fantastic!
Craftskills: Craft:Trader Level of Proficiency:Apprentice Specialty:A fast worker, she gets things done very quickly and typically accurately so she is delegated to delivering goods to certain people once they have arrived at a destination. Weakness: Cannot scam anyone to buy anything even if her life depended on it, as she'd demand the purchase be made 'because she said so' rather then convince them of the items value.
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Post by Audio on Jun 6, 2010 21:17:15 GMT -5
Player: Name:Audio~ Are you 17+?: Hellsyeah. (: Contact Information: AIM:audiosky Email:I don't check. Hehe. Past RP Experience:Honestly I got into roleplaying on Neopets when I was around 11 or 12, don't really quite remember. Which means I've been secretly roleplaying in my room for almost a decade, branching off into gaiaonline, forums, acornrack, and those sorts.
Character: Name:Gillen Age:Nineteen Turns Gender:Male Sexual Orientation:Hetersexual Occupation:Candidate Description:Gillen is quite proud of his physique of being rather smooth and clean cut for a man. Broad shouldered but not yet bulky he works rather hard to keep his body in its prime as a strong muscular body is what the ladies want and what the ladies want is what he will give. As if his suggestive winks weren’t enough Gillen likes to wear stylistic clothing that is essentially flashy to say in the least. His favorite color of a good solid red in any shade can always be seen visible somewhere on the young man, may it be a sash in place of a belt or some long tunic in a burnt crimson. Always making a statement of some sort, it is rare to see Gillen in standard weyr, or Trader’s clothing, preferring the exotic things he finds in who knows where.
With rather tan skin from staying out all day in the sun, and then all night under the brilliant moon, Gillen’s dark earthy brown hair is constantly in a state of half tussled half neat but obviously meticulously styled mess. Soft and silky, he grooms his purposely shaggily cut hair with the utmost care and pride. Vain as a golden queen dragon, 75% of his pride as a man is with his ‘ silky locks’, while the remaining 25% is shared with his eyes that were a shade between cerulean and teal, the generous smile, and his innate charm and charisma.
With rather long lashes brushing the dust away from his blue eyes, his face has one contradicting feature that he finds really distasteful. Gillen has rather short slanted upward eyebrows that give him a rather irritated look across his face when he forgets to smile. But then it’s not like he ever forgets to smile, it just doesn’t happen, and so this really isn’t as big of an issue as he believes and pesters Adelle with.
Personality:Gillen is always smiling, no matter the circumstances. Pleasant and easygoing he is a young man always ready with a laugh and a wink to give to those around him. Gillen is charismatic to the core, willing to chase any decent looking piece of tail in a skirt. Due to his rather active libido he knows his way around the females, with smooth gestures, suave words, and the occasional long lashed wink. Thriving in his own version of chivalry and playing to knight to all the damsels in distress on Pern is quite a tough job, however Gillen is quite a determined and ambitious young man despite his every so cheery exterior.
His desire to be the best in everything he attempts has left him with crushing disappointment in many things, however he does have the amazing tenacity to bound right back into his chipper mode. Gillen saunters about with an air of confidence that many has described as conceited arrogance, while also exuding a welcoming feeling that perhaps draws people to him anyways. Very much a people person, Gillen absolutely hates it when he learns that he is disliked by some people and will very much so go out of his way to win them over even if doesn’t honestly like them very much either. In other words, Gillen needs to be the center of attention. He needs to be loved, even if he doesn’t love them back. The spotlight is his and he will ruthlessly drag down all those get in his way.
Despite his carefully crafted and enacted outward happy go lucky personality, Gillen is an intellectual. A classic bright kid misusing his talent sort of case. Specifically for personal gain. As a thinker he’ll over analyze and scrutinize something until only its bare bones are left, planning out each and every move he will make with the utmost attention. In his logical mind, things such as flattery and winks are all parts of a set equation to create the desired product.
However he isn’t that bad of a guy, really. He genuinely cares about those he considers his real friends. Few in number, he would not hesitate to go to impossible lengths to please these people or simply bring a small smile to their face. Gillen simply does not trust people that easily, even though many seem to put their trust in him, and thus it is rare from him to go out on a limb for others even so. For instance, he would probably steal a dragon egg from a Hatching if Adelle ever asked.
With a mask that will never fade and a tiny tiny ever so barely visible soft warm part to his otherwise cold calculating mind, Gillen is a man that would make a worthy adversary to most inhabitants of Pern,
History:As an orphan growing up in the Trader caravans, Gillen was thriving in the constant traveling and the new sights and sounds that he was introduced to. And of course with this constant moving around, it was hard for Gillen to make any commitments and as he grew older commitments got harder and harder to make, especially to the women that he liked to play around with.
As a child he loved to run between the legs of the Runnerbeasts as they picked their way across mountain trails and grassy plains, dragging large covered wagons in a long caravan of Traders. Frolicking about underfoot the busy adults, he was often seen as a mischievous child that one simply could not be mad at with for long as he quickly wormed his way back into your heart with a toothy grin. Constantly the center of attention, he entertained the caravan with his antics and often times created more trouble than he was credited.
He had his first kiss at eight turns, and it had turned out to be a complete disaster. Not only had the girl been the one to initiate, she had also burst out crying and ran away the moment afterward. He didn’t get to savor it and he was in a state of little boy shock, which meant time for food. It was on a run to the food wagon that the older brother of the girl had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started shaking him, screaming something incoherent. Gillen has managed to wriggle out of his grip and made a run to hide some place that appeared to be safe to only get cornered right where he had started.
With delicious smelling foodstuffs to his back and what appeared to be his impending death by shaking fists in front of him, Gillen had promised to himself that if he could survive this he would be the best nicest person in the world. Lo and behold, that strange Adelle girl had burst from nowhere, taken care of Tomar, and now he had a promise to live up to. The eight turned boy wasn’t quite sure on how to be the best nicest person in the world, and so he made the decision to at least be the nicest person to Adelle, his savior. Fast friend from all the wrong reasons became best friends, to the point where he could honestly say that she is his younger sister.
Gillen does have something of a younger sister complex though, as he is a bit over protective and acts quite like a father to Adelle. For her own good of course, but the smiling young man can be somewhat overbearing even with a grin on his face.
Fun Facts:Our dear Gillen is extremely homophobic, to the point where he will break out into hives if he comes into contact with someone he believes to have homosexual tendencies. Now if those homosexual tendencies were directed at him...well, he'd probably die on the spot.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: firelizard Name: Tryst Color: Green Age: 3 1/2 Turns Description: Of middle size for a green, this creature's hide is light and bright. Chartreuse green, she's highly visible in the least light, almost glowing when in the light of day. The bright hue lowers a few decibels along the lower half of her body, and along the extremity of each limb. The color there is closer to a brilliant emerald. This dual-toned creature has almost all of the agility inherent in her color, but she is somewhat hampered by a shortening of her limbs and body. This makes her look slightly dumpy, but looks are deceiving, and she is as healthy and energetic as any green when the mood strikes her.
Her wings, by contrast to her otherwise shorter limbs, are long and thin, each one splashed with the emerald hue across the back of the wingsail. Her smallish ridges keep her overall soft appearance, while a rounded head and shorter headknobs complete the picture. Despite her shorter tail, it is stronger than in most greens of equal size, and she is quite capable of grasping with it.
Personality: In a word, lazy. In several words, this green is unlikely to bother be-moving herself for anything short of food, comfort or personal gain. Her favorite thing to do is catch a ride with her bonded wherever he's going on his shoulder or head, and beg food from passersby. She's almost guaranteed tidbits this way, as her piteous wail coupled with her electric coloring guarantee she'll be noticed. It's all an act though, and she'll prove it by lazily winging off to investigate something she's heard about. A terrible gossip, her favorite thing to do is listen in on conversations and dramatically re-interpret whatever parts she understood and pass them on to other flitters. She's caused more than one multi-colored uproar over her antics.
As she's especially interested in the male of the species, she will sometimes launch off to chase a particularly stunning example of a bronze or blue if he wings past. She wouldn't know what to do if she actually caught any of these males however, and is most likely to strut around in a display of prowess. To her humanpet, she's bossy, but fairly affectionate, always laying on or around him if given the opportunity. As long as he keeps her fed, she'll be in a good mood towards him, but her temper spikes with her hunger, and she will occasionally nag him until he presents the desired reward.
Fun Facts: - She is annoyed by any green displaying colors as bright or brighter than herself. - She loves cheese and eggs in combination, and will practically do tricks for this reward.
Frenatum Blue Name: Caith Description – 1B47E6 – If the jungle were painted in shades of blue, this multi-hued dragon would blend right in. Lacking the solid color of some of his other siblings, this blue is a mess of dark and light splashed haphazardly across his well-muscled form. Strong and well made, his limbs and wings are larger and longer than his frame would readily seem to support. Because of this, he may be ungainly in his younger days, perhaps even tripping over his overly-long wings. His bonded will have to be careful that they remain hale long enough for him to gain the muscle to lift them. His longer back ridges match his overall gangly appearance.
When he is able to fly, those large wings will serve the purpose of giving him added speed and endurance. His gliding skills will be topnotch. Despite the color variations, he is overall fairly even in hue, a nice medium blue that has some lovely depth to it. His long neck and tail are both very flexible, and his legs front to back are close to each other in size – promising that he'll be quick to move on the ground as well as in the air.
Personality – This blue has a generally pleasing personality, except when it comes to his own color. He doesn't dislike other blues, so much as he sees them as a threat to his own status. When he rises to chase a female – which he will usually do every time one rises – he becomes especially competitive against his own color, even though in theory he's really trying to win out against all of the other males in attendance. Typically quiet, he becomes especially vocal during a Flight, and he will spout things to both his chosen female and to his competition.
He is a little withdrawn from his bonded, preferring smaller, indirect ways of showing affection than the cuddling and noisy ways some others use. He uses his eyes to convey emotion more than most, and his bonded will likely have to get very good at reading his body language. He may grow into more direct shows of affection and a more vocal nature, but his bonded should understand that he still loves the one he chose.
Craftskills: Craft:Trader Level of Proficiency:Apprentice Specialty:Gilded tongue and charismatic, therefore has a easier time selling merchandise to people that is otherwise unneeded. Weakness: Rarely feels the urge to help out when trades are happening between the Holders and the Traders, as everyone else is already doing it, so he feels that he might as well relax.
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