Post by ||Rye|| on Oct 7, 2009 17:38:01 GMT -5
Falmas Rider
Username: Rye
Character Number: Only one, and it'll be that way for a while. :]
SENIOR WEYRLEADER D'RON
Name:
He was originally Daeron, but now he goes by the honorific D'ron.
Age:
34 Turns; Spring
Wing:
Weyrleader's Wing
Position:
Wingleader
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Appearance:
D'ron, at thirty Turns of age, has an angular face with a sharp, defined jawline. His grey-blue eyes are almost frighteningly expressive, taking any emotion the man is feeling at the time and amplifying it as much as possible. Over the years he's learned it's easier to get a point across when you're open with your body language and thus he communicates most of his emotions through it. In addition, his expressions have a tendency to broadcast what he's feeling and, as a result, everyone who speaks with him knows what mood he's in. An infectious, knowing smile plays across his face and a jovial glint sparks in his eyes when he's happy, while a distressed frown and gloomy gaze dominate his features when upset or disappointed. It's a bit of an understatement to say that the bronzerider wears his emotions on his sleeve because of his tendency to broadcast his emotions on a wide band through facial expressions and body language. Though D'ron will grudgingly admit that he's good-looking, he hasn't let that fact go to his head in a very long time, or even try and use it to his advantage. He possesses a long, straight nose that has the slightest of downtilts at the tip, and lips that are a bit thinner than the man would like give the illusion that his chin is longer than it really is. D'ron's favorite feature is his blue-grey eyes, which have a tendency to take any emotion swirling in the man's head and amplifying it, making it all the more clear how he feels at any given moment.
Along with his mobile, expressive face, D'ron has a well-muscled form shaped by a decade and a half of dragonriding. His upper body is more muscular than his legs, and though it infuriates him to no end he hasn't been able to even himself out. He has broad shoulders at the top, and his rock-hard abdomen tapers down to a narrow waist and long, defined legs. His body, while he isn't the biggest of riders, is amazingly strong; since he was young enough to get picked on he decided that one day he'd be strong enough to fight back, and he's made darn good on that decision. In numbers, he's about 6'3 and 215 lbs. His most noticeable scar would be the jagged line down his back; this he recieved from his bronze's Shattered brother right before they killed him.
D'ron had secretly longed to ride a dragon ever since he was a young child, and he's never allowed his hair to grow past his shoulders. Most times he keeps it cropped close to his head, and although he might grow it out during the colder months, he never lets it get past his ears. On the rare occasions that D'ron allows his hair to lengthen, it's seen that he has dark brown, curly locks, hair that would make any woman sigh with envy.
The slightly angled eyebrows that rest just above his eyes are the same dark chestnut as his hair, and his long eyelashes are just a shade lighter. His eyes, what D'ron considers his best feature, are an intriguing mixture between a deep, bright blue and a dreary grey, giving his eyes an odd contrast of hues. The man's eyes tend to light up with either humor or the prospect of a proper challenge, giving them the appearance of sparkling when he's happy and the light hits them just right. He seems to always have a spark in his eyes that proves that he's always listening, always trying to figure every little thing out as he's sitting in the background, watching the scenes play out.
Personality:
Most often described as calm and easy-going, D'ron is loved by those that know him and Relarventh best, and he is... somewhat liked by those that aren't so close to him. He's not a big talker or one for threats, his favorite quote being, "Speak softly and carry a big stick," but when he does deem it best to make his presence known he has a magnificent charasmatic air about him. A magnetic speaker in any situation, he's one of those blessed with the ability to talk to a whole crowd and each of the listeners feel like he's speaking to them specifically. It was this talent that had him well on his way to becoming a Captain of the Guards when he was but 18, and it has served him well during his turns in the weyr.
He enjoys a good laugh every now and then, and will be the first to laugh at himself should he do something embarrassing, but he's not really good with cracking jokes himself. As a younger man he envied his cousin for that specific ability, but as he grew he realized complete honesty and a sincere outlook would win over an adversary quicker than a crude joke. Though he wasn't born a leader, D'ron has developed quite nicely into one over the turns thanks to his various experiences.
Fiercely loyal to those he cares about and protective of those who answer to him, D'ron will not hesitate to help one of his comrades, and though he agonizes over decisions once he has made one he will follow it through to the end, whatever the outcome. In conflicts with the Shattered, this can go both ways, because he is slow to retreat once he's comitted to a fight. This might be a habit from his Guard days, because in the defensive business of guarding a Lord Holder retreat meant bad news for the ones you happened to be protecting.
He has a fierce, fiery temper, and it is usually slow to rouse... unless you're Vaien, of course. The Senior Weyrwoman and his weyrmate for five turns is especially talented in this aspect; she's learned every single one of his buttons during their relationship, and during certain heated situations she will not hesitate to push them.
History:
Born the only son of the widowed Lady Holder at Nerat, Calera, and her lover, Damien, the Captain of the Guard, Daeron always knew who his parents were accepted the knowledge, though it was hard on his older half-brother, Jaren. Always looked down on by Jaren, Daeron grew up constantly fighting his half-sibling, and while his father appreciated the fact because it would make him a better guard in the end, his sweet mother disliked their animosity. Things were fine, and Daeron was happy to follow in his father's footsteps, advancing through the ranks until he was near to the top.... and then he was Searched.
He was one of the oldest candidates for the clutch, but he anxious, excited... After all, he had always dreamed of riding one of the great dragons. Things would've been near perfect during the weeks before the hatching, except for the presence of Jaren. Yes, he had been Searched as well, and he made sure to tell everyone that the only reason his "little brother" was there was because he asked the blue, Verrath, to check him out as well. Of course, this was a lie, but Daeron didn't feel like calling him out on it because he knew that would end in a fight, and he didn't want anything to hinder his chance on the Sands. So, the guard tolerated it and dealt with Jaren as best he could, ignoring his snide comments up until the day of the Hatching. On that certain day, his life was changed, altered, set on a different course.
At that hatching, everyone could only watch in awe as the first egg to hatch bore out two bronzes, clawing and tearing at each other as they fell from the egg's cracked remains. Their dislike for each other was obvious, and they only stopped when their mother seperated them angrily. Still hissing, both went off and chose their life-mates, with Relarventh choosing Daeron and Rilernynth hurriedly picking Jaren, not to be outdone by his brother. The rest of the clutch hatched without any more surprises, and the new weyrlings went on, their faces alight with the joy of Impressing.
Eventually, the joy wore off, though, and the dragons' personalities soon became apparent. Rilernynth was the favorite of the bronze twins, so chosen because of his confident, open, you-must-love-me personality. He was like everyone's favorite happy, overeager canine, and as the dragons grew so did their animosity for each other. Yes, Relarventh was dark and agressive, but he was honest, even brutally so. Rilernynth was popular and loveable on the surface, but he had a cunning, devious mind, one that was made apparent as the bronze killed his rider, turning into one of the feared Shattered. At first, D'ron was in shock, and yes, he grieved, but he got over it quickly; he had to. There were more important things to tend to, one of which was the opening of the two new Weyrs, Falmas and Oulus.
Casting his lot with Vaien he accompanied her to the rocky outcropping that would be their new home, and things were fine until the Weyrwoman and her Gold died. Vaien was forced into leadership then, and when Durelaith Rose Relarventh caught her, proclaiming D'ron the new Weyrleader. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant arrangement, as he had been... good friends with Vaien before, and the mating of their dragons only seemed to cement their relationship, casting them as weyrmates. Together they began to combat the offensive forces of the Shattered, and as their weyr grew so did their victories. D'ron even discovered he had a daughter, albeit a fiery, rebellious one, and Kylian came roaring into his life, making everyday an adventure. All was as well as could be asked for... until Relarventh and Rilernynth met in the skies.
It was supposed to be an average scouting mission, one D'ron trusted no one but himself to attend to, but it turned into much more than that. In fact, the duel nearly killed D'ron, but thanks to Relarventh's quick maneuvering he managed to escape with a jagged, torn line down his back on the left side. The Shattered bronze had heard them coming and fell down out of the sky upon them, forcing Relarventh to return the attack. In the end, Relarventh and D'ron prevailed, but it was a joint effort. Only through D'ron's quick strategizing and Relarventh's complete trust in him did they come out the victors, killing Rilernynth. Wounded and bleeding both of them, they returned to the Weyr, barely landing before D'ron collapsed from loss of blood. They survived their wounds, though, and came out a stronger pair... Also, through the fight Relarventh gained the trust of some of those who thought him to be the next Shattered, because obviously it took a lot to kill one's own brother.
It's been about two years since that fight, and D'ron and Vaien's Weyr is stronger than ever... but so are the Shattered. Every few sevendays it seemed like there was more and more word of dragons turning on their Riders, and while this worries the pair they cannot dwell on it. After all, the past is passed; there is nothing that can be done about it. All they can do is work for tomorrow, and with Durelaith's clutch on the Sands, is seems that tomorrow might be a brighter day.... but you can never know. In that respect, Relarventh is as protective as ever, and D'ron can only hope that they will be prepared when the Shattered strike again.
BRONZE RELARVENTH
Dragon Name:
Relarventh, called Rell by his 'Rider.
Age:
16 Turns
Size:
Relarventh is one of the larger bronzes around, measuring up to a full length of 76 feet.
Color:
Relarventh's hide is a shade of bronze, of course, but it isn't the usual. Instead of a lighter, more brilliant shade, his is a deeper, more saturated bronze, and from a distance he might even appear to be a brown with his dark coloring. To set off his coloring he has tiny gold streaks that accent his hide and mark his wing membranes, and their highlights make him glitter gorgeously in the sun. As D'ron has mentioned on several occasions, though, the oddities about his coloring only seem to increase his own vanity.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
With Relarventh's dark, agressive personality, and his high opinion of himself, his Rider, and his position, most would believe him to be the next in line to becoming a Shattered, but that is not the case. Born the mirror twin of his late bronze brother, Rilernynth, Rell was the dark-natured dragon of the siblings, and most believe it was a good thing he chose D'ron to Impress, because, while Relarventh has a stubborn streak, D'ron has a strong, unyeilding will. This bronze hates authority passionately, but this trait is offset by the pair's position in the Weyr, and he often has what people consider to be a cynical outlook, though Rell insists he is only a realist. The bronze can be brutally honest, too, as he cannot stand liars, but sometimes his honesty goes too far. He's also vain, and this is shown through the constant oiling he asks of D'ron. Rarely will you find a more... pair-centered dragon, but you will have just as hard of a time finding a better leader for today's time.
Relarventh has his good traits, the first and foremost being his loyalty to his Weyr and the dragons who are ranked under him.... or should I say possessiveness. While he may snap and bark orders angrily at the other pairs on occasion, if another tries to mess with them he will literally "get in their head" and let loose. He's a good example of the phrase, "I can mess with him all I want, but if you lay a hand on 'em, expect that hand to be ripped off." He's also insanely protective of his 'Rider, and this facet of his personality has only increased as the Shattered have grown. To kill your own rider is sheer blasphemy to Relarventh, and if he hears another dragon so much as mention it he will let his opinion be known.
Despite all his agressive tendencies, Rell has a soft spot for his weyrmate, Durelaith, and though he has tried to manipulate her at times he always came clean about it (once he was caught, of course) preferring to keep her happy when he could. After all, a satisfied Queen made for a content Weyr, and he had to look out for his subordinates, right?
Mindvoice:
Relarventh's voice is the lightning and thunder of the storm, his softer tones demanding as much attention as his louder ones. When content and satisfied, his voice is the smooth rumbling of the thunderstorm miles away, quiet enough to be pleasing to the mind but intense enough to know the power's still there, just waiting to be roused. During tense situations, his voice is lightning, blasting out orders as quick as his rider thinks them, and his tone is just as sharp as the electricity that shoots from the skies. When angered, his voice is the thunder again, but this time it resembles nothing you'd want to listen to; it's the thunder that shakes your house and rattles your bones, causing all but the bravest of souls to flinch before his wrath.
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BROWN FIRELIZARD
Name:
Raja {Rah- HA}, called Rah by D'ron.
Age:
2 Turns; Spring
Gender:
Male
Species:
Brown Firelizard
Personality:
Arrogant and confident, you cannot tell this firelizard he cannot do something, because if you do he will only try his hardest to prove you wrong. His nature might've come from the fact that he was slightly spoiled by Vaien and D'ron when he first hatched, but it may never be known... All you need to worry about is how to keep this firelizard contained. He's loyal to D'ron and Vaien to a fault, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's around all the time. Because he believes himself to be a big, bad bronze, he's always off doing something or another, whether it be seeing how many fish he can snag out of the lake or how high he can fly... He's always come back, though, if only to send D'ron mental pictures of his accomplishments.
Besides his arrogance, his second most obvious character trait would be his protectiveness. He loves his pets, D'ron and Vaien, and he worships Relarventh.... but other than that he gets angry when others mess around with His. His protectiveness could be considered a good thing, though, in these times, because as it stands he is usually the one to come shrieking in, warning D'ron and Relarventh of a coming attack of the Shattereds.
Description:
If he weren't so arrogant, his coloring might be his most dominating feature. Instead of the normal brown he is a deep, blood chestnut color, a glossy hue that makes him seem almost crimson in the light of Rukbat. His wing membranes are odd as well, being outlined in black streaks and forcing his coloring to stand out even more.
He's big for his coloring, rivaling a small bronze, but that doesn't stop his from trying his hardest to curl atop D'ron's head... at least until the Weyrleader swats him down to his shoulders. More muscular and solid than lean and long, it's obvious he was built for endurance rather than speed, though that won't stop him from chasing any female that flies, whether it be a gold or green. Out of all the firelizards in the weyr, he considers himself to be the best, and this trait might have something to do with his hero-worship of Relarventh.
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