Post by td on Nov 13, 2008 13:52:03 GMT -8
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Name: Sanaron
Turns: 18
Gender: male
Rank: weyrling / journeyman beastcrafter
Sexuality:Hetero
Weyrmate: none yet
Appearance: Sanaron is a shortish kid, for being as old as he is. He stands only 5' 8" tall, but he makes up for that shortness by being incredibly thick. Very well and solidly put together, Sanaron is nothing short of a powerhouse. While he is not extremely muscular, he is definitely not a thin-muscled lad, either. Spending his youth handling animals larger than he was gave him that strength that persists.
His face is round, almost cheery. His eyes are a deep dark, rich blue slightly darker than the rich blue of the winter sky. Sanaron's hair, however, is nothing if not a bright red. At the roots it is a darker, coppery brown-red, but out nearer the ends it is just plain bright red, from being sun bleached. He keeps it just long enough to tie back, not any longer. Which means when he has it tied back, the tail is only about an inch long. When not tied, it hangs just past his jawline … which is broad and square – befitting the rest of his frame. His eyebrows, strangely enough, are not red, however. They are brown. Though they are a light brown, they are still brown, not red. While he is old enough to start growing a beard, he keeps it trimmed just as short as he can, as it is still a little on the thin side. He doesn't like looking weird.
Sanaron tends to wear practical clothing … something also coming from his background of working animals. Plain shirts with plain trousers (they always have pockets, though, carring who-knows-what up to and including lengths of thin rope), and tough leather boots to protect his feet from hard hooves.
Personality: Sanaron is a cheerful sort. Despite having worked hard all his life, he is still a carefree sort. Simply in how he chooses to look at life. If he chooses to enjoy what he's doing, then he's not got nearly the burden on his time and soul that it would otherwise be. As a result, he chooses to enjoy nearly everything he does … regardless of what it is. He loves to laugh at jokes, though he is not so good at making them.
He is a hard worker that feels rather useless if he isn't doing something. While that something does not necessarily have to be something physical, he does like to have something to turn his hand to. Being idle drives him up the wall… it's one of the few things that he has yet to figure out how to enjoy. He can learn, but it would take a very good teacher to teach him to enjoy that. If there is one thing the lad needs to learn, it's how to relax while doing nothing.
He however, has a fear of authority figures, and will avoid them with every shred of ability in his body. Getting approached by a dragon one day out in the field was the most terrifying thing in his life … even beyond getting charged by a mad bull.
History: Sanaron was born at a cothold to two beast crafters, as the second son of four, with one sister tacked on the end for good measure. Growing up in a household that so loved animals, it was only natural that Sanaron grew into the same love of living things. Having spent all his time around animals, he developed a skill with them that was very much akin to animal whispering. This aided him well over the years, being able to calm almost any animal he came across … all but the maddest of the lot.
As he grew up in the craft, it was almost not really noticed when he apprenticed to it. Nothing really changed in his life other than he now had a title. All the animals he worked with regularly were a lot like pets to him, and they all meant a great deal to him. Thus he never really ever acquired a true pet-pet. All animals were pets. Even if the other people around him just considered them livestock.
At the age of 17 turns, he was searched out by a dragon, and that event all by itself nearly gave him a heart attack. It was a very good thing that Sanaron was a stout lad with a strong heart, or he just might have had one. Tending herds out in the field and all of a sudden there was a dragon there and the herd were scattered to the four winds. Between the shock of the change in situation and the authority of the dragon and its rider, he thought he wasn't going to survive the situation.
After being taken to the weyr, things calmed down again for him, but his tendency to avoid authoritive figures persisted even then … even though it was a lot harder to do.
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Color Preferences: Brown
Why you want the colors: Because it's a nice middle range color. Not small, but not big. Not silly, but not serious.
Why you think you deserve the colors: Cause I said please? LOL But blue is okay too … just … please no green!
Stands/Sands: Either is fine by me. But I can't see a beastcrafter lad being important enough to be invited to witness such a prestigious occasion. (I think this option is nifty!)
Mutations: Sure! That would be cool
Injuries: So long as you don't permanently maim him, go right ahead. He'll heal. Makes for an interesting story! (I would like it if he kept all his various and sundry limbs attached to his main torso!)
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Name: Insprath
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue
Appearance: Insprath is a chunky beast, for being a blue, and it rather makes him stand out for it. While average in size, he is quite the muscular fellow. His wings are deep, though not any longer than usual. That coupled with his extra muscle makes him a blue with the staying power of some of the smaller browns… and the agility of a blue.
His color, however, is rather on the dull side, despite the shade. And even with vigorous oiling, the blue never seems to shine, always appearing to look rather flat. He also has a pale blue snip in the middle of his upper lip, but that is the only color differentiation on his body. He is completely monotone blue from head to tail.
Personality: Insprath has a few screws loose. Or something. He will jabber to anyone who will listen, regardless of who they are. The only ones safe from his input are those that are dragon deaf. He will even jabber continually to a Queen, until she tells him to shut up. Most of what he thinks can be random thought pollution, but this is not always the case. On occasion, he will really come up with a stellar thought that will completely motivate anyone he tells it to. And sometimes, people are left wondering where that thought came from… how did he know to say that?
Generally a peaceable dragon, there is not much that will upset Insprath. He is quite good at rolling with the punches, and letting everything negative roll off his well oiled back like rain. It really takes some serious dirt to get him riled at all, and that almost never happens at all. He tends to be the calm – if annoyingly continuous – voice, smoothing things over again. It's not so bad, after all…
Color Code: 307D7E
