Post by Lissa on Jul 8, 2010 19:52:12 GMT -5
Player:
Name: Lissasweyr (Lissa)
Are you 17+?: Yes
Contact Information:
AIM: Lissasweyr
Email: melissande@comcast.net
Past RP Experience:
I've been roleplaying in several mediums since I was 18 which is far longer than I care to acknowledge. I've played pen and paper RPGs such as D&D, as well as online text based MUDs/MUSHs and of course forum based RP games. I am currently main admin and co-GM of two Pern Weyrs, though one is perpetually slow. I have moderated two others, and belonged to a handful more over the years.
Character:
Name: Aidaen
Age: 13
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual though he has yet to realize it
Occupation: candidate
Description:
Aidaen is slightly below average height for his age, standing at about 5 foot even, though his gangly arms and legs indicate he may shoot up with a later growth spurt. With his pale blond hair, light blue-grey eyes and fair complexion he appears quite washed out. The only thing saving him from being a complete ghost is the riotous sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks, nose, forehead and chin, which intensify rather dramatically under the rays of the sun. In warm climates and during the summer, if he doesn't take precautions (which he doesn't), the sun causes his nose and cheeks to burn and peel quite liberally.
Aidaen has a rather broad forehead and a pointed, pugnacious chin, suggesting perhaps a bit of a resolute nature. His ears are rather prominent and stick out like jar handles on the sides of his head, blatantly displayed by the drastically cropped nature of his hair. His pallid blue-grey eyes are oval in shape and are framed by sandy blond eyelashes, near invisible due their washed out color.
Along with his skinny arms and legs, his torso is extremely thin, much more so than normal adolescent . If seen without a shirt the young lad's ribs are clearly delineated under his skin. This, combined with the rest of his build easily gives the impression of near emaciation which isn't too far from the truth.
Like most young boys Aidaen doesn't give a thought to his clothing, simply pulling on whatever clothes he first lays his hands on in the morning. Due to being the youngest child of a rather poor cotholder family, the clothes he owns are hand me downs from his older brothers, and are well worn by the time he gets them, with holes in the knees and elbows and ragged hems. They also tend to be quite unkempt and even dirty, as Aidaen doesn't pay much attention to cleanliness.
As one might expect, his person is often in the same state of disorder, with smudges on his cheeks and face, and dirty hands, arms, legs and feet that all too infrequently see a hot bath with plenty of soap. His knees, displayed through the rents in his pants or the ragged short pants he wears, are perpetually scabbed over and scarred from the repeated minor trauma of falls and missteps.
Personality:
Aidaen has a basically good heart, but is quite selfish and rarely bestirs himself to act on another's behalf unless it will benefit him in some way. Rather than being an integral part of his personality from birth, this is a result of his upbringing and will likely change as he learns that not everyone is as his family was. As a sort of defense mechanism, Aidaen has learned to be very self centered and self absorbed in order to protect himself.
Aidaen is nosy. He is always into everyone else's business and nothing suits him better than to be listening to idle gossip. However, rather than sharing his overheard "wisdom", he hoards it to himself, hoping to get a jump ahead of everyone else. After all, he never knows when he can use such tittle tattle to his own advantage.
Aidaen sometimes appears quite sullen and goes out of his way to avoid others as much as he can, especially his peers. He doesn't trust easily and is wary of others when they treat him well, as if waiting for them to turn around and heap some sort of abuse upon him. He is very suspicious of kindness and suspects that any kindness must have an ulterior motive.
Though he distrusts his peers, he also is extremely leery of those in authority over him. Aidaen doesn't understand the concept of benevolent leadership, raised as he was, so he believes that anyone in charge must be a cruel taskmaster and expends much effort in making himself invisible to them.
History:
The youngest of 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls, A'den has always been the last to receive anything. He was the last to eat, the last to wear the hand-me-down clothing, and the last to get his parents' attention. Oftentimes by the time they noticed him, all they had the energy left to dole out was a sharp word or pointed slap. Not that they were intentionally cruel, but they just didn't have much time for the youngest of their brood. In a sort of defense, A'den became very self centered. After all, if no one else would look out for him, then he had best do so himself.
His parents were a struggling pair of cotholders, rich in neither land nor marks, working hard to eek out a meager existence from the land granted them by their Lord Holder. The work worn couple already had enough children when Aidaen came along. They had their heir and a spare, as well as two daughters to marry off to strengthen bonds with other holders. They did not need another mouth to feed, but got one anyway.
Rather than spend time and energy they didn't have, Aidaen was shuffled to the back of the pack and left to his own devices. As long as he did his chores, he got a share of the food, though since he was the youngest it was often just a crust of bread or a bowl of thin broth or porridge that made its way into the hungry lad's mouth. After all, he was the smallest and capable of the least amount of work, so more food couldn't be spared from those who were working harder than he.
Though he didn't really get along well with any of his siblings, his relationship with his next older brother was the worst. They had a very pointed rivalry and often come to blows over some imagined (and sometimes real) slight one had given the other. Since Aidaen is 2 turns younger and quite smaller, he frequently came out on the losing end of these squabbles.
His parents turned a blind eye to these occurrences, preferring to let their children work it out on their own. As a result, Aidaen was frequently bullied and abused by Deanal, collecting bruises and cuts as the older boy picked fights over the smallest thing. It was not an easy life, but it was the only life the boy knew and he managed to find time for small pleasures such as a long walk in the forest near his house on the odd threadfall free day, splashing through the nearby ocean surf and combing the beach sands in search of the elusive firelizard clutch (but never finding any viable ones), wild redfruit plucked and devoured and the other myriad joys of childhood.
Because their hold was quite isolated, Aidaen didn't know much about the mysterious illness which began killing off those in Silver Cove Weyr, beyond the odd word that a rare visitor brought. He thought that it was sad that the beautiful dragons he saw flying through the air were dying, but being self absorbed as only young children can be, it didn't much affect his life until that fateful day.
One day when he was just barely thirteen turns old, something happened that would change the boy's life forever. A rider from the newly opened Cerulean Weyr appeared over their cot on a blue dragon, coming on Search. It was the first time the boy had seen a dragon up close, though he knew of them from the few harper lessons he had received from the journeyman assigned to travel the cotholds.
Though his brother tried to force him to stay away, the rider somehow knew he was closed in the beasthold (though Aidaen still doesn't know just *how* he knew) and brought him out to be examined by the dragon. And wonder of wonders, Aidaen was pronounced acceptable and spirited away to the Weyr to stand for the small clutch that was hardening on their sands.
Fun Facts:
~Aidaen is a packrat, keeping any little thing of value.
~Value is defined according to a thirteen turns old boy.
~Aidaen can wiggle his ears and used to cross his eyes, stick out his tongue and wiggle his ears at his next oldest sister because it would freak her out.
Candidates:
Dragon, Wher, or both: Dragon only
Color Preference: no preference
Rider's Shortened Name: A'den
General Info: If its too late for this hatching, I have no problems with him being "stand only"
RP Search: No
Type: Dragon
Name: Skeith
Color: Blue (87CEEB)
Age: Newly-Hatched (Mid-Summer)
Hatching Info: 4th out of the Chamomile Egg, Tasseography Clutch, Trith’s by Jorguth.
Telekinetic Rating: 73
Bonuses/Minuses: (Base Roll 63) + (Blue +5) + (SECRET +5)
Specialization: Concentration
Breakdown:
Strength: ?
Precision: ?
Endurance: ?
Concentration: ? (? +10)
Description: Of average size overall, this blue has just the slightest amount of pudge on him. Though most of it will be worked off during training, he'll always have a bit of fluff on him. A soft shade of blue plays over his hide without much variation, but the color itself is the soothing blue of a clear spring sky. Very slight lightening will occur around his eyes and extremities, growing both lighter and into larger, more smoothly blended patches with age. His wings are slightly larger than average, but not too noticeably so. The small advantage granted him by this will nicely balance the loss of agility due to his slightly heftier form - when he actually chooses to take advantage of it.
Despite the fact that he will easily have the musculature to hold himself with every bit of regality as a bronze...he won’t. Being the epitome of a lazy dragon, he is quite content to drag his feet and wingtips (moreso if the surface is soft, like water or soft sand, than if it’s scratchy, like rough stone) and lean against anything available while upright (be it walls or other dragons). Due to this, he will develop quite a thick hide, much more resilient than others against scratches, cuts, and burns.
Surprising to many, this normally slow-moving dragon is actually disconcertingly fast. In carrying out his pranks (or running away from those chasing him because of them) is when he will usually put this ability to use. Only rarely will he use it during Threadfall, preferring to be more thorough than faster; mainly when he needs to get out of the way quickly. Due to his excellent concentration, he will be able to slip between and back much quicker than most, even so far as needing very little lift from the ground before the shift. Due to both this and his thicker hide, he will still accrue his fair share of youth and battle scars, but likely to a lesser degree than others.
His headknobs are shorter and more rounded than some others, but have the effect of making him look forever younger than his fellows. Not exactly a handsome dragon - though by no means unattractive - he is instead evermore cursed with a sort of boyish cuteness to his features.
Personality: Skeith is a blue with a mind for one thing: sleep. Well, two things: sleep and food. Oh, and tricks. Can’t forget the tricky streak inside that innocent blue hide.
In reality, he’s rather lazy. If Skeith can get someone else to do something for him, he will, and he’s got quite a clever mind for thinking up ways of getting out of doing things. The sheer absence of will observed when he hatched will lessen to a general dislike for hard activities assigned to him by another, though he’s quite willing to work and move for himself and his own wants. And when he does choose to put his mind to a task, he generally accomplishes it with single-minded alacrity. If he doesn’t get bored. Or frustrated - which would contribute to the possible procrastination on or abandonment of the task. He’s not quite so grudging for things asked by his bonded, but his snarky side will definitely surface as his quick wit belies his slow actions.
He will occasionally use a nastier turn of phrase at a choice time, but never to his bonded; it’s more often to someone who has disturbed him from a delightful nap or requested his presence posthaste. The quickest way into his heart, however short you may stay there, is through a nice treat. Plying this blue with food will keep you in his good graces, and that’s quite where you want to be. He has a bad habit of corralling the Weyr’s firelizards to help him with a vast assortment of tricks against those he’s got temporary vendettas against. If nothing else, Skeith doesn’t tend to keep himself angry or upset for long, particularly at people. It’s just too much work to be angry at someone. Or to remember who he was angry at. He typically lets things go after a short while or a good trick in recompense, but expect something horrid in your bed if you mess with His. Don’t even ask how he got it into the inner parts of the Weyr; he won’t tell you. And if he happens to look particularly smug while lounging...you might want to steer clear until you hear the shouts or screams likely to result from whatever prank he’s pulled.
Though snarky and lazy to a fault, Skeith really is a loving dragon at heart. Well, at least to his rider. He doesn’t really care one way or another about most other humans unless His takes a particular interest in a person. Keeping track of more than a few twolegs at once is too troublesome. Regardless of his feelings, though, he would protect every being in his Weyr with the same fervor as any other dragon.
Fun Facts:
- When presented with a task that he knows he will have to complete, it is not uncommon for him to sigh long-sufferingly, note how troublesome said task is, and trudge off - looking the picture of reluctance. Mumbling and grumbling to either his bonded, his taskmaster, or the small general area is quite common as well.
- Skeith has a love for food even above and beyond that of other dragons. It will be difficult to keep him from overeating, even after Weyrlinghood.
Name: Lissasweyr (Lissa)
Are you 17+?: Yes
Contact Information:
AIM: Lissasweyr
Email: melissande@comcast.net
Past RP Experience:
I've been roleplaying in several mediums since I was 18 which is far longer than I care to acknowledge. I've played pen and paper RPGs such as D&D, as well as online text based MUDs/MUSHs and of course forum based RP games. I am currently main admin and co-GM of two Pern Weyrs, though one is perpetually slow. I have moderated two others, and belonged to a handful more over the years.
Character:
Name: Aidaen
Age: 13
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual though he has yet to realize it
Occupation: candidate
Description:
Aidaen is slightly below average height for his age, standing at about 5 foot even, though his gangly arms and legs indicate he may shoot up with a later growth spurt. With his pale blond hair, light blue-grey eyes and fair complexion he appears quite washed out. The only thing saving him from being a complete ghost is the riotous sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks, nose, forehead and chin, which intensify rather dramatically under the rays of the sun. In warm climates and during the summer, if he doesn't take precautions (which he doesn't), the sun causes his nose and cheeks to burn and peel quite liberally.
Aidaen has a rather broad forehead and a pointed, pugnacious chin, suggesting perhaps a bit of a resolute nature. His ears are rather prominent and stick out like jar handles on the sides of his head, blatantly displayed by the drastically cropped nature of his hair. His pallid blue-grey eyes are oval in shape and are framed by sandy blond eyelashes, near invisible due their washed out color.
Along with his skinny arms and legs, his torso is extremely thin, much more so than normal adolescent . If seen without a shirt the young lad's ribs are clearly delineated under his skin. This, combined with the rest of his build easily gives the impression of near emaciation which isn't too far from the truth.
Like most young boys Aidaen doesn't give a thought to his clothing, simply pulling on whatever clothes he first lays his hands on in the morning. Due to being the youngest child of a rather poor cotholder family, the clothes he owns are hand me downs from his older brothers, and are well worn by the time he gets them, with holes in the knees and elbows and ragged hems. They also tend to be quite unkempt and even dirty, as Aidaen doesn't pay much attention to cleanliness.
As one might expect, his person is often in the same state of disorder, with smudges on his cheeks and face, and dirty hands, arms, legs and feet that all too infrequently see a hot bath with plenty of soap. His knees, displayed through the rents in his pants or the ragged short pants he wears, are perpetually scabbed over and scarred from the repeated minor trauma of falls and missteps.
Personality:
Aidaen has a basically good heart, but is quite selfish and rarely bestirs himself to act on another's behalf unless it will benefit him in some way. Rather than being an integral part of his personality from birth, this is a result of his upbringing and will likely change as he learns that not everyone is as his family was. As a sort of defense mechanism, Aidaen has learned to be very self centered and self absorbed in order to protect himself.
Aidaen is nosy. He is always into everyone else's business and nothing suits him better than to be listening to idle gossip. However, rather than sharing his overheard "wisdom", he hoards it to himself, hoping to get a jump ahead of everyone else. After all, he never knows when he can use such tittle tattle to his own advantage.
Aidaen sometimes appears quite sullen and goes out of his way to avoid others as much as he can, especially his peers. He doesn't trust easily and is wary of others when they treat him well, as if waiting for them to turn around and heap some sort of abuse upon him. He is very suspicious of kindness and suspects that any kindness must have an ulterior motive.
Though he distrusts his peers, he also is extremely leery of those in authority over him. Aidaen doesn't understand the concept of benevolent leadership, raised as he was, so he believes that anyone in charge must be a cruel taskmaster and expends much effort in making himself invisible to them.
History:
The youngest of 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls, A'den has always been the last to receive anything. He was the last to eat, the last to wear the hand-me-down clothing, and the last to get his parents' attention. Oftentimes by the time they noticed him, all they had the energy left to dole out was a sharp word or pointed slap. Not that they were intentionally cruel, but they just didn't have much time for the youngest of their brood. In a sort of defense, A'den became very self centered. After all, if no one else would look out for him, then he had best do so himself.
His parents were a struggling pair of cotholders, rich in neither land nor marks, working hard to eek out a meager existence from the land granted them by their Lord Holder. The work worn couple already had enough children when Aidaen came along. They had their heir and a spare, as well as two daughters to marry off to strengthen bonds with other holders. They did not need another mouth to feed, but got one anyway.
Rather than spend time and energy they didn't have, Aidaen was shuffled to the back of the pack and left to his own devices. As long as he did his chores, he got a share of the food, though since he was the youngest it was often just a crust of bread or a bowl of thin broth or porridge that made its way into the hungry lad's mouth. After all, he was the smallest and capable of the least amount of work, so more food couldn't be spared from those who were working harder than he.
Though he didn't really get along well with any of his siblings, his relationship with his next older brother was the worst. They had a very pointed rivalry and often come to blows over some imagined (and sometimes real) slight one had given the other. Since Aidaen is 2 turns younger and quite smaller, he frequently came out on the losing end of these squabbles.
His parents turned a blind eye to these occurrences, preferring to let their children work it out on their own. As a result, Aidaen was frequently bullied and abused by Deanal, collecting bruises and cuts as the older boy picked fights over the smallest thing. It was not an easy life, but it was the only life the boy knew and he managed to find time for small pleasures such as a long walk in the forest near his house on the odd threadfall free day, splashing through the nearby ocean surf and combing the beach sands in search of the elusive firelizard clutch (but never finding any viable ones), wild redfruit plucked and devoured and the other myriad joys of childhood.
Because their hold was quite isolated, Aidaen didn't know much about the mysterious illness which began killing off those in Silver Cove Weyr, beyond the odd word that a rare visitor brought. He thought that it was sad that the beautiful dragons he saw flying through the air were dying, but being self absorbed as only young children can be, it didn't much affect his life until that fateful day.
One day when he was just barely thirteen turns old, something happened that would change the boy's life forever. A rider from the newly opened Cerulean Weyr appeared over their cot on a blue dragon, coming on Search. It was the first time the boy had seen a dragon up close, though he knew of them from the few harper lessons he had received from the journeyman assigned to travel the cotholds.
Though his brother tried to force him to stay away, the rider somehow knew he was closed in the beasthold (though Aidaen still doesn't know just *how* he knew) and brought him out to be examined by the dragon. And wonder of wonders, Aidaen was pronounced acceptable and spirited away to the Weyr to stand for the small clutch that was hardening on their sands.
Fun Facts:
~Aidaen is a packrat, keeping any little thing of value.
~Value is defined according to a thirteen turns old boy.
~Aidaen can wiggle his ears and used to cross his eyes, stick out his tongue and wiggle his ears at his next oldest sister because it would freak her out.
Dragon, Wher, or both: Dragon only
Color Preference: no preference
Rider's Shortened Name: A'den
General Info: If its too late for this hatching, I have no problems with him being "stand only"
RP Search: No
Type: Dragon
Name: Skeith
Color: Blue (87CEEB)
Age: Newly-Hatched (Mid-Summer)
Hatching Info: 4th out of the Chamomile Egg, Tasseography Clutch, Trith’s by Jorguth.
Telekinetic Rating: 73
Bonuses/Minuses: (Base Roll 63) + (Blue +5) + (SECRET +5)
Specialization: Concentration
Breakdown:
Strength: ?
Precision: ?
Endurance: ?
Concentration: ? (? +10)
Description: Of average size overall, this blue has just the slightest amount of pudge on him. Though most of it will be worked off during training, he'll always have a bit of fluff on him. A soft shade of blue plays over his hide without much variation, but the color itself is the soothing blue of a clear spring sky. Very slight lightening will occur around his eyes and extremities, growing both lighter and into larger, more smoothly blended patches with age. His wings are slightly larger than average, but not too noticeably so. The small advantage granted him by this will nicely balance the loss of agility due to his slightly heftier form - when he actually chooses to take advantage of it.
Despite the fact that he will easily have the musculature to hold himself with every bit of regality as a bronze...he won’t. Being the epitome of a lazy dragon, he is quite content to drag his feet and wingtips (moreso if the surface is soft, like water or soft sand, than if it’s scratchy, like rough stone) and lean against anything available while upright (be it walls or other dragons). Due to this, he will develop quite a thick hide, much more resilient than others against scratches, cuts, and burns.
Surprising to many, this normally slow-moving dragon is actually disconcertingly fast. In carrying out his pranks (or running away from those chasing him because of them) is when he will usually put this ability to use. Only rarely will he use it during Threadfall, preferring to be more thorough than faster; mainly when he needs to get out of the way quickly. Due to his excellent concentration, he will be able to slip between and back much quicker than most, even so far as needing very little lift from the ground before the shift. Due to both this and his thicker hide, he will still accrue his fair share of youth and battle scars, but likely to a lesser degree than others.
His headknobs are shorter and more rounded than some others, but have the effect of making him look forever younger than his fellows. Not exactly a handsome dragon - though by no means unattractive - he is instead evermore cursed with a sort of boyish cuteness to his features.
Personality: Skeith is a blue with a mind for one thing: sleep. Well, two things: sleep and food. Oh, and tricks. Can’t forget the tricky streak inside that innocent blue hide.
In reality, he’s rather lazy. If Skeith can get someone else to do something for him, he will, and he’s got quite a clever mind for thinking up ways of getting out of doing things. The sheer absence of will observed when he hatched will lessen to a general dislike for hard activities assigned to him by another, though he’s quite willing to work and move for himself and his own wants. And when he does choose to put his mind to a task, he generally accomplishes it with single-minded alacrity. If he doesn’t get bored. Or frustrated - which would contribute to the possible procrastination on or abandonment of the task. He’s not quite so grudging for things asked by his bonded, but his snarky side will definitely surface as his quick wit belies his slow actions.
He will occasionally use a nastier turn of phrase at a choice time, but never to his bonded; it’s more often to someone who has disturbed him from a delightful nap or requested his presence posthaste. The quickest way into his heart, however short you may stay there, is through a nice treat. Plying this blue with food will keep you in his good graces, and that’s quite where you want to be. He has a bad habit of corralling the Weyr’s firelizards to help him with a vast assortment of tricks against those he’s got temporary vendettas against. If nothing else, Skeith doesn’t tend to keep himself angry or upset for long, particularly at people. It’s just too much work to be angry at someone. Or to remember who he was angry at. He typically lets things go after a short while or a good trick in recompense, but expect something horrid in your bed if you mess with His. Don’t even ask how he got it into the inner parts of the Weyr; he won’t tell you. And if he happens to look particularly smug while lounging...you might want to steer clear until you hear the shouts or screams likely to result from whatever prank he’s pulled.
Though snarky and lazy to a fault, Skeith really is a loving dragon at heart. Well, at least to his rider. He doesn’t really care one way or another about most other humans unless His takes a particular interest in a person. Keeping track of more than a few twolegs at once is too troublesome. Regardless of his feelings, though, he would protect every being in his Weyr with the same fervor as any other dragon.
Fun Facts:
- When presented with a task that he knows he will have to complete, it is not uncommon for him to sigh long-sufferingly, note how troublesome said task is, and trudge off - looking the picture of reluctance. Mumbling and grumbling to either his bonded, his taskmaster, or the small general area is quite common as well.
- Skeith has a love for food even above and beyond that of other dragons. It will be difficult to keep him from overeating, even after Weyrlinghood.