Post by Jellybean on Aug 16, 2010 20:40:43 GMT -8
| - Human Bio - |
Name: L'an (Lirani)
Age: 29 (late Summer)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Wingrider
Location: Akum Weyr from Ista Weyr
Mother: Lirsa, Weyrfolk
Father: deceased A'bon (Anibon), rider of brown Durseth
Siblings:
Half siblings: Aissa (rider of green Tammath); Agima (F. Weyrfolk), Bossari (ex-rider of deceased green Likirath), A'tor (rider of blue Kolkonth), Tamon [T'mon] (ex-rider of deceased brown Sammolth). All are at Ista Weyr
Weyrmate/Lover: N/A
Children: Lissama (F. Candidate at Ista), Ranon (M. Candidate at Ista)
Physical Description: With hair just on the brown side of the brown-blond line (as thick as it is) and eyes only a few shades darker, L'an is rather average at first glance. He stands at several inches below six full feet and his rather wide shoulders, but it merely matches his well-built frame and noticeable, if not bordering on bulging, muscles. He has a mildly squared jaw that stretches his face into a rectangle and is currently attempting to grow a bit of a beard. He has no real reason to want a beard (especially since Ista was so warm), but he's still working on it. It's currently quite scraggly and a touch closer to strawberry blond than the rest of his hair. His nose has a slight upturn at the tip in addition to a wide, jagged-edged scar right in the middle, stretching nearly from eye to eye, just a bit too low.
Not one to consciously draw attention to himself, L'an greatly prefers plain clothing to gaudy decorations. His casual clothing is usually undyed cloth, or, if colored, a darkish sandy brown. If he needs a bit more warmth (unlikely in southern Ista), then he will change into his older set of riding leathers. He keeps the battered clothing for any time he isn't bound to formality by the strict regulations of his position. For Gathers and other occasions requiring a higher form of dress, he actually has more than one possibility. One is sort of casual-formal, with a dark green, loosely cut shirt of fine material (he was ordered to get himself of decent quality by his older sister after his Impression). He tends to complete this outfit with dark gray-brown pants of a slightly heavier material, though still of good quality and not so insulating so as to roast him on an average Istan day. His so-called 'formal-formal' uniform is actually quite ornamental, and he avoids wearing it whenever possible. The thin jacket is dark red, with his rank knots built right into the sleeve. It goes over an off-white shirt of a soft, silky material that can seem very flimsy. The near-black pants are embroidered with flying dragons in a very dark, bronze thread, and, as such, are only really noticeable when the light reflects off of them.
Personality: L'an is difficult to fluster, with an inner stability that little can disturb. He may be confused at times, but he is not the worrying type. If it's going to happen, after all, one might as well just buckle down and endure it. If there's a better way, it will present itself, and then everyone can follow that path. There simply is not very many things that can bother this bronze rider. Xerth wanting to Chase his sister's green, however, is one of them. On the other hand of his calmness, L'an often comes across as withdrawn and introverted. He is quiet and doesn't really like socializing, but that's mostly because he doesn't feel he knows enough people. If he knows someone at a party or a Gather, then he is quite comfortable with chatting them up.
Often presented as one of the reasons that bronze Xerth chose L'an instead of someone else is his logical and strategic nature. He can look at a problem and at least think of a few possible ways to approach it. He can plan ahead (even if he doesn't want to), and has very good organizational skills. If he ever gets a weyrmate, she won't be complaining about how messy their weyr is! He doesn't see a reason as to why people cannot simply put everything away after they use it. After all, it's only common sense to keep one's living space neat and tidy. A sloppy area is a hazard, and if a rider trips and breaks their leg, they can't fly. If one pair cannot fly, that can throw an entire Wing off balance.
This is one bronze rider who would never consider harming another, no matter the reason. He will always attempt to see a conflict from both points of view, and will try to find a peaceful compromise that is good but still willingly accepted by both sides. If there is a way to solve a problem, he will apply all of his available energy to doing so. He can easily put everything else on hold (except, of course, Xerth) in order to free up more time for the issue. He genuinely cares about others, even if he has difficulty meeting them or otherwise being social, and will try his best to help them. He is quite empathetic, even for a dragon rider, and has difficulty being near anyone or anything in distress, especially if there is nothing he can do to help. If he can alleviate the suffering, he will. He might hesitate on a mercy decision, but if the only other alternative, one recognized by experts in every field related, is incredible suffering and the victim either wishes oblivion or is known to prefer it (in the case of the sufferer being unable to communicate), he will. He will try as hard as possible to find an alternative, but he will if it is necessary. Being kind does not mean that he is soft and flimsy.
History: Born and raised in Ista Weyr, Lirani was produced by a queen Flight. While his father's brown Durseth did not win, he did find himself with a pretty kitchen worker. As per the norm in the Weyr, the young boy was raised in the creche. When he was old enough, he was presented as a Candidate. He met the oldest of his half-siblings shortly after, as he bustled about his chores and waited for the next clutch to harden. Aissa, the older of the two by a few months, quickly Impressed to a dainty, minty-green dragonet named Tammath at the first Hatching they stood for together, her second standing. Lirani was ignored by the three bronzes and dozen or so browns, as well as the many smaller chromatic hatchlings in the clutch.
Well, life went on. Lirani was proud for his sister. However, he grew quieter and quieter as Hatching after Hatching left him standing, alone, on the hot Sands. He made few friends among the Candidates, as most of them quickly left. Aissa graduated from Weyrlinghood and joined a Wing. Lirani stood for seven Hatchings in all. Lucky number seven, however, it turned out to be. First-hatched and most coordinated out of his color, bronze Xerth knew exactly who he wanted and where he was. Lirani walked out of those Hatching Grounds, so well known to such a veteran Candidate, as L'an. If only he knew what was going to happen next.
Xerth may not have destroyed his life, but he did eliminate any chance of his rider keeping his former reputation as a passive, introspective, and kindhearted boy. The quick-growing, if slender and unimpressively sized bronze dragonet flirted full-out with every green and gold in sight. Well, mostly. They didn't always have to be in sight. If he could talk to them, that was good enough for him. It didn't matter if he was barely larger than a brown by the time he graduated, because he had his speed and agility to brag about.
Barely three weeks after they were free to terrorize their own wing (mere wingriders, but not even Xerth was ambitious enough to fight the placement), Xerth tried out a little trick he'd been thinking of for the previous few days. He had attempted it himself before with considerable success, and now he wanted to test it with his rider on board. Without informing the teenager, he slipped into a tight barrel-roll that also flipped him around backwards. Partway through, one of L'an's straps slipped. It hadn't been properly fastened (and both wingleader and wingsecond berated him over it quite loudly), and the unexpected strain of the rider being tossed upside down so quickly loosened it. While he didn't fall, L'an's nose collided with one of the other buckles. The skin was torn nearly from eye to eye, and eventually healed into a smooth, if ragged-edged, scar.
Suffice to say the pair were forbidden from trying any more tricks without prior permission and proper supervision. While L'an's nose healed, he had a visitor. A'tor, rider of the young blue Kolkoneth. It turned out that the slightly older pair had been doing a lot of work for the Healers recently, and had been sent with a salve to help the wound from scarring too badly. Pining for human company, L'an convinced the older teen (A'tor was nineteen at the time, two Turns older than L'an) to stay and chat a while. As Kolkoneth joined Xerth on the bronze's ledge to chat about greens, L'an and A'tor discovered something rather surprising. They were half-brothers. A'tor's father actually had a female weyrmate, Tormana of green Juiath. A'tor also had a few full siblings, and L'an decided that he wanted to meet the rest of his family.
The two continued to meet even after L'an was restored to his wing and slowly began to plan a family reunion. T'mon, A'tor's full brother and rider of the brown dragon Sammolth, had transferred out of Ista Weyr a few Turns earlier, but A'tor was sure he would be willing (and allowed) to return long enough to visit. With the fast-approaching Turn's End celebrations to lend added weight to their arguments, they hunted down the various members of their extended families. The only one who was unable to make it was A'bon, the sole common link between them all. Bossari, another half-sibling produced by a green Flight (not with Durseth's weyrmate), and her green didn't stay very long because of it. She excused it with her green's proddiness, but most of them suspected the real reason.
Ties between the two half-brothers became a bit strained after that. A'tor took a weyrmate, a male green rider by the name of J'ral. L'an had always had difficulty with the preferences of male blue and green riders, but had been able to ignore it up until that point. He was uncomfortable with J'ral's openness (and habit of going naked while in their shared weyr), and quickly stopped dropping by. He still had never had a weyrmate himself, and Xerth was more than content with Chasing every female in sight. L'an has thought, upon rare occasions when Xerth was asleep, that the bronze didn't want to limit his chances of finally doing what a bronze was meant to do and mate with a queen. Perhaps he would be willing to settle down if he managed that.
All in all, their lives were rather uneventful for quite a few Turns. Xerth's habit of showing off continued to prevent them from rising in their Wing, and the sturdy brown that held the wingsecond-ship was, despite the smaller color, more dependable and qualified than the fully-grown bronze who was only a small amount larger. The two were well settled into their personal nook in the Wing, and again did not push it. L'an figured that if they were going to be promoted, it would not be by complaining that they were mere wingriders. Not everyone could be in charge. If everyone was in charge, there would be no one to give orders to, to delegate to, to do the menial labour that no one really wanted to do but really did need to be done.
Then came the plague. L'an watched in horror as his wingmates, distant friends, former bedmates, and relatives fell ill. Sammolth was the first dragon he knew personally to succumb. Xerth passed on the message as he added his piercing keen to the others who felt his death. Shortly after, he heard that T'mon, now Tamon, had recovered from his case of the disease only to realize that he likely contaminated his dragon. He attempted to commit suicide, but his weyrmate managed to save his life and comfort him through the early days as an ex-rider. That steadfast friendship could never take the hole that Sammolth's death had carved into his soul, but it made it just a little more bearable.
L'an came down with it shortly afterward. With the stark reminder of his half-brother's sudden lack of a dragon to share his mind with, he was careful to keep from going near his own dragon, and even went so far as to force him to take over one of the highest empty weyrs he could, just to keep him away from anyone else who might contaminate him. The time that passed between the realization that he was sick and the hesitant acknowledgment that both he and his bronze had survived were the loneliest, the most heart-wrenching, and the most despair-filled days or hours (L'an never looked back to determine the length of time he had been unaware of the passage of it) that the bronze rider has ever had to endure. In his feverish hallucinations, he both retreated to his dragon's mind and imagined that it had vanished, forever, into the empty darkness of between. It is needless to say that he emerged from the experience shaken and half in disbelief that they were both still alive. Fortunately, only two of his known relatives died. Bossari lost her green to the plague.
When he heard about the difficulties that the Weyr with the fire-birds was having he put in a request to transfer there. To his surprise and delight he was allowed to do so.
| - Dragon Bio - |
Name: Xerth
Age: 14 Turns (early Rain)
Color: Bronze
Physical Description: Small and slender, Xerth is far from an impressive specimen of the bronze dragons of Pern. He barely outsizes a brown, though he still has more stamina than the chromatic brothers. His long, narrow wings further add to his agility, which would have outstripped most average bronzes already. He cannot turn as quickly or as sharply as a smaller dragon, and most especially not a green, but he can dart past his larger bronze brethren. To balance him out a bit, his wingsails stretch slightly farther than is usual to increase the connection line between his wings and his body.
Xerth is quite pale in coloring for his rank, with just a touch of a darker bronze shading his belly, back, and splattering his lower limbs. His wingsails also are darker, though they have a more noticeable difference than that between his main shade and his secondary markings. The middle bronze also splatters the outer edges of his wingsails, similar to ash burns in their size, shape, and patterning, but he has born them since birth. If one looks very, very carefully and knows what to look for, rough pictures can be vaguely seen in his dotted hide. Of course, one can do the same thing with stars. It's simply a matter of looking at it the correct way.
Xerth has a fairly fine-boned head, with slender head knobs, smooth and gently curving eye ridges, and a narrow, though not pointed, muzzle. The slope from forehead to nose is sharp at first but gradually shallows out. His eyes, often seen on the blue side of light indigo, can seem a bit too large for his face. However, they do not bulge or give him any sort of a bug-eyed look. It has been remarked by several greens that they make him look a bit like a hatchling who has yet to grow into his body. Whether or not this is a good thing is very debatable, but Xerth is determined in believing that it is a compliment.
Personality: Xerth is a very normal bronze in one sense. He is incredibly aware of his masculinity and flaunts it every chance he gets. If a pretty female, green or gold, happens past, it is a sure thing that he will be right there flirting. Fortunately, he is only possessive for a short while if he wins a Flight. Whether or not he would remain so if he caught a queen is debatable, since he has yet to accomplish that feat. He is a very quick thinker and can react in a very short time, which especially helps him on green Flights.
He is also unafraid of flaunting his talents and accomplishments. He is, in short, a polite braggart who loves publicity, positively glows in a group, and wants all of Pern to know his name. He doesn't really care why they know him (even if he doesn't want it to be really bad, like being the cause of a major accident or preventable death), so long as he is well-known. In order to reach this goal, he shows off every chance he gets, practices his fancy (if rather impractical for Thread-fighting use) maneuvers in every moment of spare time he can claim, and makes sure that his rider gives him an excellent scrubbing and oiling as often as possible. He doesn't mind being dirty, but he wants to be at his best at all times - just in case.
Xerth is a very big softy at heart. He adores physical contact, which led to him breaking more than one bed during Weyrlinghood. Weyrling rider beds are not made to bear a fast-growing bronze dragonet as well as his chosen human, and they cannot take the weight for long. He is big on snuggling, so it is a good thing his rider is not a total shrimp with an inability to accept open affection. He doesn't mind cuddling up to a female, but doesn't often unless he recently won her Flight or is a close friend. He accepts that not everyone appreciates such a massive creature trying to be so close and friendly. He simply doesn't understand why, and L'an has a great deal of difficulty explaining it to the bronze.
