Post by Mango on Jun 15, 2010 12:53:34 GMT -5
Player:
Name:Mango
Are you 17+?: Yep
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Email:apm4r@virginia.edu
Past RP Experience:Lots of every kind of rp
Character:
Name:M’ma
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Occupation: Wingrider/Weyrling Master
Description: M’ma was once a strapping young dragonman- fit as a fiddle and not too bad to look at. In fact, he stayed that way even as he grew older. Sure, his long brown hair began to grow a bit speckled and gray but he certainly look distinguished in his lean body.
But certain things have to change. M’ma had been so careful about his diet, until people started getting sick. The stress was a lot for him. He watched the younger riders and their dragons fall one by one. And, soon, wrinkles began to form. Now his face has a gentle sag to it. The most prominent old feature is his laugh lines, grown from years and years of lots of smiling. He’s not necessarily ashamed of his wrinkles. He had had a long life so far with lots of events. He was bound to look old eventually. And he was certain that these wrinkles were a lot worse mentally.
Additional sags have also accumulated on his body. Though the muscles from years of dragon training are still present. But they aren’t visible through the soft layers of fat. He likes to joke that he’s beginning to look like an old mother, no doubt spawning the joke from his personality.
Though he’s gained a few sags and bags, his hair is still long and has retained some of the dark brown color from his youth. There are some gray sprinklings and a thinker gray streak or two, but the need to care about appearance has passed and he shows them off with pride. They are like a story of his life, right? Besides that, his hazel eyes still twinkle. You can see the life still in his older bones. He is quite to the slow-walker-needing-a-break-every-ten-minutes age after all.
Personality: M’ma is very much on the feminine side of things in terms of emotions. He loves talking with others and sharing feelings. He has been known to get emotional and cry in front of others. Now, he wouldn’t burst in to high-pitched hysterics, but a man’s got to cry when a man’s got to cry. He has been known to ask the other riders about their feelings and try to get them to share.
So usually…he hangs out with females… Men don’t usually get him. Of course, that all doesn’t matter when Flightlust occurs. Then there’s no need for understanding. Just love. And M’ma is good at that when it comes to men. But being the woman that he is, he always tries to start something with the men after the lust has dissipated. It usually doesn’t work in his favor.
Despite this sexually-charged side of him, the biggest part of his personality is his mother hen tendencies. If he sees someone looking down, he has to rush to them, cuddle them up and ask them what is wrong. He is always willing to be the listening ear and the shoulder to cry on. Even when he isn’t wanted.
M’ma does know when to be serious. He has fought thread before and in times of necessity, he becomes hard and tough. In those times, he won’t take a lot of crap. He’s seen too many people get hurt and die for that.
History:Moma was the son of a farmer and his wife- Amark and Molata. He was the sixth child and the third son, making for an even three and three. The couple were happy then and set all their children to work. They didn’t discriminate based on age or gender. However, as the turns passed, it was easy to see that Moma was different. Even their smallest girl, Marta, seemed more interested in farmwork than he did. Though Moma would do his chores, he did it with a daydreamy air about him. Like he was waiting for something better. His parents had news for him. They were in the middle of nowhere, things wouldn’t get much better.
At thirteen turns, Moma began to notice his difference as well. His brothers hooted and hollered about the girls that lived close by (well, the nearest thing to them). Moma, however, didn’t get that tingly feeling around any other the girls. He would recognize that they were pretty, but wouldn’t feel anything at all. Instead, he paid much more attention to boys. He found himself secretly thinking about them all the time. He frowned everytime he thought about it. What would everyone say when they discovered?
Two turns later, he travelled with his father and brothers to Tillek Hold to sell their wares. He was excited- it was his first trip to a Hold. It was a long journey, but well worth it. The bustle and new sights excited the boy. Maybe a bit too much. It was there that Moma met quite an attractive boy- Kelil. Kelil was 17 and worked on the docks. Moma loved the boy’s big muscles and carefree attitude. Kelil came to like Moma’s childlike innocence. So much so that he took it away. Not unwillingly, though. However, Moma was discovered by his father. Outraged at his son’s difference, Amark threatened to leave the boy there. He’d rather have one less son than a girly one. Luckily for them both, a search dragon was exploring the Hold that day for Fort Weyr. There wasto be a Hatching soon and the Weyr hadn’t gathered up enough Candidates for the Weyrwoman’s tastes.
J’rak, rider of Flouth, was a strong, burly man, a former Miner. Just the kind of man Amark wanted to see when he approached about Moma becoming a Candidate. Perhaps becoming a dragonrider would turn Moma into a strong man like J’rak. The man agreed and Moma went off with the rider, happy to be away from his small farm life. Moma did his chores and was a model Candidate. Anything that would help him stay away from the farm. He didn’t want to go back.
His feeling for men never waivered and as he Stood for the first time, every male dragon passed him by without a second glance. A few greens stopped to look. Why was such a male over with the men? He seemed much more suited to the girls in their opinion. But he was not Theirs, so they all supposed it didn’t matter. He left the Sands alone. When asked if he wanted to return to his former life, he begged them to let them stay. With such a model Candidate, they quickly agreed. Surely the boy would find his dragon. And the pair would hopefully be a wonderful addition to the Weyr.
Moma stood for every Hatching. Each Hatching, he stood closer and closer to the girl’s line. He tended to make friends with the girls better. Each time, though, his friends walked off the Sands with their dragon and he walked off alone. It took 5 Turns. As he reached 20, he mourned his age. The Candidate Master was telling him he was getting too old to be a Candidate. One more chance. That’s all he had. It was the clutch of a Jr. Queen. Gold Lorith of one of his greatest friends he had made at the Weyr, Maram. As he stood for his last chance, he cast a forlorn look up to friend. How would this time be different? She caught his glance and gave him a weak smile. The boy boy had always helped her through the trials and tribulations of being a Candidate and eventually of becoming a Jr. Queen. She had Impressed at Moma’s second Hatching and hated leaving him alone. She had still made time to visit him though, loving his advice and the way he listened and the two had still grown closer. She hoped he would stay. Even if he didn’t Impress today.
Her attention couldn’t stay on him for long though. Lorith demanded attention as the first crack was heard. A large egg close to Lorith was showing large lines. With a small amount of struggling, a Bronze leg popped out. A bronze! It was first! That was lucky. Moma hoped that that meant luck for him as well. There hadn’t been a single Bronze-first Hatching that he had Stood at these past 5 Turns. An egg quite close to that started shaking. The Bronze stood and watched the other egg, cleaning bits and pieces of egg shells off himself as he waited. The others could wait. This was his sibling. After minutes of silent anticipation, a crack formed on the second egg. A foot shot out and a cry of distress was heard. It was a sweet cry. It was calm, but concerned. The bronze waddled over and tried his best to assist his little green sister.
Once out, she looked up, eyes swirling with wonder and hunger. She left her Bronze brother and dashed for the area in between the boys and the girls. Someone was waiting for her. They had been waiting such a long time.
M’maMine! I know! You have been waiting for your Heneth for a long time. But you shouldn’t have despaired so. She was going to find you. SillyM’maMine! Now feed Heneth. She must eat!
Moma, now M’ma, was speechless. What was the voice in his head? Could it be? This little Green? This little, beautiful, wonderful jade-colored green was meant for him? He cried. Cried long and hard. He cried as they left the Sands and tears still ran down his cheeks as he fed the little Green.
They made a wonderful pair. Heneth was a wonderful, sweet dragon and the two got along well with each other and most of the other new Weyrlings and dragonets. Especially the helpful Bronze. They flew through Weyrling Lessons without too much trouble and at Heneth’s first flight, that very Bronze caught her. Life continued on normally for a rider. M’ma tried to help with everything that he could. Eventually, this extra work wore him down and he became sick.
Healers tried to come to his aid, but he still tried to work too much while under their care. They suggested a change in climate. He was promptly transferred to Southern Weyr. At Southern, he quickly recovered. Heneth and M’ma both enjoyed the sun and warmth of the Continent and soon made many new friends and allies. They stayed there for many, many Turns. It wasn’t until a new Weyr was formed in order to fight the oncoming Thread, Silver Cove Weyr, that he decided to move. The young Weyr needed an experienced rider. And at 53 Turns, he had more than enough experience. He transferred and helped the Weyr grow, helping the younger riders with any questions they had. Then, disease hit. M’ma watched as his new friends died one by one. He watched young, fresh riders go. He didn’t understand. They had so much to live for. He was old. Shouldn’t he get sick too? Soon, discussions were made to move. They couldn’t stay in this area. There was too much death from the grubs. M’ma shook his head. They had even lost the Weyrwoman. Why had he been able to fight it? He wasn’t quite sure, but he agreed to move with the rest of the Weyr. The new Weyrlings were young and would start over for them. The most he could do was provide guidance when it was needed.
Fun Facts:In his younger years, M’ma occasionally would wear dresses. He liked the freeing sensation. He mostly did this in his own personal weyr though. Heneth enjoyed watching it, thinking Hers was quite funny indeed.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Dragon
Name: Heneth
Color: Green (399765)
Age: 36
Description: Heneth is not a typical green in color. She has a deep jade to her hide. The color is quite calming to onlookers and she takes much pride in it. M’ma does a good job caring for it, oiling it so it stays healthy and bright. Though older, she is a good-looking dragon. Of course, no dragon is able to avoid scarring and this old gal has it. Thread score cover her hide as well as scars from flights and some early mistakes during Lessons. She thinks the color of her hide makes up for these minor flaws.
Her body is long and lean. Unlike her rider, she has gotten thinner as stress made her older. She has sinewy legs and is beginning to look slightly vein-y for a dragon. Her wings, which had always been small, have grown weary and she doesn’t tend to fly around flirtatiously anymore.
Personality: Like her odd color, Heneth is odd in terms of personality. She flirted, yes. But it was considerably less than the greens around her. She was always much calmer, much more like a blue. She was often the calming factor in M’ma’s younger days. She is very friendly, but not to the hyper side of it. She will gladly talk to anyone, not specific to only her Mine. Like Hers, she likes to console people and offer advice. She claims that since she’s been around for a while, it only makes sense.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Firelizard
Name: Toto
Color: Blue
Age: 4
Description: Once he gets into the air, this flitter will be difficult to keep track of due to his incredibly light sky blue coloring. He practically disappears with a quick flick, making him fond of ambushing unsuspecting people and creatures. He’s a little easier to see from the top though, with a highly contrasting dark blue splotch covering much of his neck, upper shoulders and just over his eyes in a sort of mask, making him look very mischievous when looking at someone straight on.
He is otherwise average in size and build for a blue, offering the typical agility of the smaller colors for when he decides to chase. A serpentine neck and long earknobs compliment the mask to complete his troublemaking appearance. He’ll often sit with his head tilted quizzically to the side almost like a subconscious tic, wings slightly spread for a quick launch from his current perch of choice. Very vocal, he’ll twitter and warble nearly all the time, probably louder than his bonded would really prefer
Personality: This flitter absolutely adores people. Anyone, everyone, he’s got to meet them all. Here’s where we meet a hitch though, as his favorite means of meeting people is to appear out of nowhere and ambush his intended prey, complete with a screech of welcome and (hopefully) scaring the living daylights out of said victim. If he succeeds, he’ll be properly apologetic -which is of course a ruse- to try and placate the injured party’s feelings. If he doesn’t succeed, he may try again, or he may simply enjoy meeting the new person without the need for surprise.
He enjoys being around his bonded, and he particularly enjoys the company of Hisgreen. When the three of them are together, he’s at his happiest. His attachment to Heneth spawns from a love of greens in general, the bigger the better. He’s been known to chase green dragons when they rise to Fly, though of course, he can never keep up. Needless to say, he’s likely to chase any green flitter rising with energy and excitement.
Fun Facts:
-Never one to be deterred from his desired reaction, this flitter may try time and again to surprise whoever has the unlucky fortune of being his chosen target.
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Name:Mango
Are you 17+?: Yep
Contact Information:
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Email:apm4r@virginia.edu
Past RP Experience:Lots of every kind of rp
Character:
Name:M’ma
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Occupation: Wingrider/Weyrling Master
Description: M’ma was once a strapping young dragonman- fit as a fiddle and not too bad to look at. In fact, he stayed that way even as he grew older. Sure, his long brown hair began to grow a bit speckled and gray but he certainly look distinguished in his lean body.
But certain things have to change. M’ma had been so careful about his diet, until people started getting sick. The stress was a lot for him. He watched the younger riders and their dragons fall one by one. And, soon, wrinkles began to form. Now his face has a gentle sag to it. The most prominent old feature is his laugh lines, grown from years and years of lots of smiling. He’s not necessarily ashamed of his wrinkles. He had had a long life so far with lots of events. He was bound to look old eventually. And he was certain that these wrinkles were a lot worse mentally.
Additional sags have also accumulated on his body. Though the muscles from years of dragon training are still present. But they aren’t visible through the soft layers of fat. He likes to joke that he’s beginning to look like an old mother, no doubt spawning the joke from his personality.
Though he’s gained a few sags and bags, his hair is still long and has retained some of the dark brown color from his youth. There are some gray sprinklings and a thinker gray streak or two, but the need to care about appearance has passed and he shows them off with pride. They are like a story of his life, right? Besides that, his hazel eyes still twinkle. You can see the life still in his older bones. He is quite to the slow-walker-needing-a-break-every-ten-minutes age after all.
Personality: M’ma is very much on the feminine side of things in terms of emotions. He loves talking with others and sharing feelings. He has been known to get emotional and cry in front of others. Now, he wouldn’t burst in to high-pitched hysterics, but a man’s got to cry when a man’s got to cry. He has been known to ask the other riders about their feelings and try to get them to share.
So usually…he hangs out with females… Men don’t usually get him. Of course, that all doesn’t matter when Flightlust occurs. Then there’s no need for understanding. Just love. And M’ma is good at that when it comes to men. But being the woman that he is, he always tries to start something with the men after the lust has dissipated. It usually doesn’t work in his favor.
Despite this sexually-charged side of him, the biggest part of his personality is his mother hen tendencies. If he sees someone looking down, he has to rush to them, cuddle them up and ask them what is wrong. He is always willing to be the listening ear and the shoulder to cry on. Even when he isn’t wanted.
M’ma does know when to be serious. He has fought thread before and in times of necessity, he becomes hard and tough. In those times, he won’t take a lot of crap. He’s seen too many people get hurt and die for that.
History:Moma was the son of a farmer and his wife- Amark and Molata. He was the sixth child and the third son, making for an even three and three. The couple were happy then and set all their children to work. They didn’t discriminate based on age or gender. However, as the turns passed, it was easy to see that Moma was different. Even their smallest girl, Marta, seemed more interested in farmwork than he did. Though Moma would do his chores, he did it with a daydreamy air about him. Like he was waiting for something better. His parents had news for him. They were in the middle of nowhere, things wouldn’t get much better.
At thirteen turns, Moma began to notice his difference as well. His brothers hooted and hollered about the girls that lived close by (well, the nearest thing to them). Moma, however, didn’t get that tingly feeling around any other the girls. He would recognize that they were pretty, but wouldn’t feel anything at all. Instead, he paid much more attention to boys. He found himself secretly thinking about them all the time. He frowned everytime he thought about it. What would everyone say when they discovered?
Two turns later, he travelled with his father and brothers to Tillek Hold to sell their wares. He was excited- it was his first trip to a Hold. It was a long journey, but well worth it. The bustle and new sights excited the boy. Maybe a bit too much. It was there that Moma met quite an attractive boy- Kelil. Kelil was 17 and worked on the docks. Moma loved the boy’s big muscles and carefree attitude. Kelil came to like Moma’s childlike innocence. So much so that he took it away. Not unwillingly, though. However, Moma was discovered by his father. Outraged at his son’s difference, Amark threatened to leave the boy there. He’d rather have one less son than a girly one. Luckily for them both, a search dragon was exploring the Hold that day for Fort Weyr. There wasto be a Hatching soon and the Weyr hadn’t gathered up enough Candidates for the Weyrwoman’s tastes.
J’rak, rider of Flouth, was a strong, burly man, a former Miner. Just the kind of man Amark wanted to see when he approached about Moma becoming a Candidate. Perhaps becoming a dragonrider would turn Moma into a strong man like J’rak. The man agreed and Moma went off with the rider, happy to be away from his small farm life. Moma did his chores and was a model Candidate. Anything that would help him stay away from the farm. He didn’t want to go back.
His feeling for men never waivered and as he Stood for the first time, every male dragon passed him by without a second glance. A few greens stopped to look. Why was such a male over with the men? He seemed much more suited to the girls in their opinion. But he was not Theirs, so they all supposed it didn’t matter. He left the Sands alone. When asked if he wanted to return to his former life, he begged them to let them stay. With such a model Candidate, they quickly agreed. Surely the boy would find his dragon. And the pair would hopefully be a wonderful addition to the Weyr.
Moma stood for every Hatching. Each Hatching, he stood closer and closer to the girl’s line. He tended to make friends with the girls better. Each time, though, his friends walked off the Sands with their dragon and he walked off alone. It took 5 Turns. As he reached 20, he mourned his age. The Candidate Master was telling him he was getting too old to be a Candidate. One more chance. That’s all he had. It was the clutch of a Jr. Queen. Gold Lorith of one of his greatest friends he had made at the Weyr, Maram. As he stood for his last chance, he cast a forlorn look up to friend. How would this time be different? She caught his glance and gave him a weak smile. The boy boy had always helped her through the trials and tribulations of being a Candidate and eventually of becoming a Jr. Queen. She had Impressed at Moma’s second Hatching and hated leaving him alone. She had still made time to visit him though, loving his advice and the way he listened and the two had still grown closer. She hoped he would stay. Even if he didn’t Impress today.
Her attention couldn’t stay on him for long though. Lorith demanded attention as the first crack was heard. A large egg close to Lorith was showing large lines. With a small amount of struggling, a Bronze leg popped out. A bronze! It was first! That was lucky. Moma hoped that that meant luck for him as well. There hadn’t been a single Bronze-first Hatching that he had Stood at these past 5 Turns. An egg quite close to that started shaking. The Bronze stood and watched the other egg, cleaning bits and pieces of egg shells off himself as he waited. The others could wait. This was his sibling. After minutes of silent anticipation, a crack formed on the second egg. A foot shot out and a cry of distress was heard. It was a sweet cry. It was calm, but concerned. The bronze waddled over and tried his best to assist his little green sister.
Once out, she looked up, eyes swirling with wonder and hunger. She left her Bronze brother and dashed for the area in between the boys and the girls. Someone was waiting for her. They had been waiting such a long time.
M’maMine! I know! You have been waiting for your Heneth for a long time. But you shouldn’t have despaired so. She was going to find you. SillyM’maMine! Now feed Heneth. She must eat!
Moma, now M’ma, was speechless. What was the voice in his head? Could it be? This little Green? This little, beautiful, wonderful jade-colored green was meant for him? He cried. Cried long and hard. He cried as they left the Sands and tears still ran down his cheeks as he fed the little Green.
They made a wonderful pair. Heneth was a wonderful, sweet dragon and the two got along well with each other and most of the other new Weyrlings and dragonets. Especially the helpful Bronze. They flew through Weyrling Lessons without too much trouble and at Heneth’s first flight, that very Bronze caught her. Life continued on normally for a rider. M’ma tried to help with everything that he could. Eventually, this extra work wore him down and he became sick.
Healers tried to come to his aid, but he still tried to work too much while under their care. They suggested a change in climate. He was promptly transferred to Southern Weyr. At Southern, he quickly recovered. Heneth and M’ma both enjoyed the sun and warmth of the Continent and soon made many new friends and allies. They stayed there for many, many Turns. It wasn’t until a new Weyr was formed in order to fight the oncoming Thread, Silver Cove Weyr, that he decided to move. The young Weyr needed an experienced rider. And at 53 Turns, he had more than enough experience. He transferred and helped the Weyr grow, helping the younger riders with any questions they had. Then, disease hit. M’ma watched as his new friends died one by one. He watched young, fresh riders go. He didn’t understand. They had so much to live for. He was old. Shouldn’t he get sick too? Soon, discussions were made to move. They couldn’t stay in this area. There was too much death from the grubs. M’ma shook his head. They had even lost the Weyrwoman. Why had he been able to fight it? He wasn’t quite sure, but he agreed to move with the rest of the Weyr. The new Weyrlings were young and would start over for them. The most he could do was provide guidance when it was needed.
Fun Facts:In his younger years, M’ma occasionally would wear dresses. He liked the freeing sensation. He mostly did this in his own personal weyr though. Heneth enjoyed watching it, thinking Hers was quite funny indeed.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Dragon
Name: Heneth
Color: Green (399765)
Age: 36
Description: Heneth is not a typical green in color. She has a deep jade to her hide. The color is quite calming to onlookers and she takes much pride in it. M’ma does a good job caring for it, oiling it so it stays healthy and bright. Though older, she is a good-looking dragon. Of course, no dragon is able to avoid scarring and this old gal has it. Thread score cover her hide as well as scars from flights and some early mistakes during Lessons. She thinks the color of her hide makes up for these minor flaws.
Her body is long and lean. Unlike her rider, she has gotten thinner as stress made her older. She has sinewy legs and is beginning to look slightly vein-y for a dragon. Her wings, which had always been small, have grown weary and she doesn’t tend to fly around flirtatiously anymore.
Personality: Like her odd color, Heneth is odd in terms of personality. She flirted, yes. But it was considerably less than the greens around her. She was always much calmer, much more like a blue. She was often the calming factor in M’ma’s younger days. She is very friendly, but not to the hyper side of it. She will gladly talk to anyone, not specific to only her Mine. Like Hers, she likes to console people and offer advice. She claims that since she’s been around for a while, it only makes sense.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Firelizard
Name: Toto
Color: Blue
Age: 4
Description: Once he gets into the air, this flitter will be difficult to keep track of due to his incredibly light sky blue coloring. He practically disappears with a quick flick, making him fond of ambushing unsuspecting people and creatures. He’s a little easier to see from the top though, with a highly contrasting dark blue splotch covering much of his neck, upper shoulders and just over his eyes in a sort of mask, making him look very mischievous when looking at someone straight on.
He is otherwise average in size and build for a blue, offering the typical agility of the smaller colors for when he decides to chase. A serpentine neck and long earknobs compliment the mask to complete his troublemaking appearance. He’ll often sit with his head tilted quizzically to the side almost like a subconscious tic, wings slightly spread for a quick launch from his current perch of choice. Very vocal, he’ll twitter and warble nearly all the time, probably louder than his bonded would really prefer
Personality: This flitter absolutely adores people. Anyone, everyone, he’s got to meet them all. Here’s where we meet a hitch though, as his favorite means of meeting people is to appear out of nowhere and ambush his intended prey, complete with a screech of welcome and (hopefully) scaring the living daylights out of said victim. If he succeeds, he’ll be properly apologetic -which is of course a ruse- to try and placate the injured party’s feelings. If he doesn’t succeed, he may try again, or he may simply enjoy meeting the new person without the need for surprise.
He enjoys being around his bonded, and he particularly enjoys the company of Hisgreen. When the three of them are together, he’s at his happiest. His attachment to Heneth spawns from a love of greens in general, the bigger the better. He’s been known to chase green dragons when they rise to Fly, though of course, he can never keep up. Needless to say, he’s likely to chase any green flitter rising with energy and excitement.
Fun Facts:
-Never one to be deterred from his desired reaction, this flitter may try time and again to surprise whoever has the unlucky fortune of being his chosen target.
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