Drudge Irdinor

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| - Human Bio - |

Name: Irdinor [ ear – din – or ]
Turns: Nineteen Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Drudge
Sexuality: Uninterested

Appearance: Well...He's not incredibly tall, or incredibly well sculpted, or really all that nice to look at body wise. Standing at a respectable five feet ten inches tall, he does tower over those who are more diminished in size, but he's not exactly a giant among men and never will be. He seems to have entirely stopped growing in the past months, and it seems unlikely that he's going to grow any more – though by all means he should have a few Turns left to gain a few inches. No, Nor is forever doomed to be the height he is, and that does not worry him in the slightest. There is no way he could ever be called impressive by anyone. He's all arms and legs, limbs rather then any actual torso or substance. They are great legs, don't get me wrong, surprisingly toned considering how often he gets out and about; they don't come in handy all that often since he doesn't run - or walk - anywhere very often. He prefers to lounge about and let work come to him, so there's no way he could be in shape. There are drudges with worse diets that are in better physical condition than him. He's not fat by anyone's calculations or ideals. He's just...Thin. Well, lean, the muscle that's on him stringy more than anything. Yes, Irdinor's lean, and not all that muscular...and maybe not handsome to everyone – especially since his face is more likely to sprout scales than show a decent amount of expression at any one time in his life. It's long, the features on it prominent, with a large enough nose and grey eyes that would, in any other face, stand out nicely. Everything is framed by light brown hair, cut in any old fashion when he can be bothered to get round to it., but curly, so it's usually cut rather short to keep it out of the way.

Personality: Irdinor? Well...You know...He's a little...Who is he? That's what people would say if you asked them about him. He blends in with everything. No one remembers him. Why should they? He's hardly outgoing and not very interesting to speak to, but not for lack of anything interesting to say. He keeps to himself, doesn't cause any trouble, doesn't try to get himself noticed by anyone. It's almost boring. Where's the spice? Where's the life in him? It might be there, he just hasn't got the energy to actually do anything with it. There's no motivation, and he'd rather just sit there or sleep all day. Really. He's like a walking bomb, only when the timer runs out he's more likely to just fall asleep. It might not actually be down to being narcoleptic, it might just be that he's a lazy git who doesn't want to do anything. Either way, he might simply fall asleep in a corner.

He's quiet to the point where most people think he can't actually speak. No, Irdinor can speak, he just chooses not to half the time he's around people, and the rest of the time he's still quiet enough that people tend to ignore him in favour of someone else. He doesn't mind that, why should he? He's perfectly content to sit there in his own little world, with his rat, and daydream all by himself. The guy's patient enough that he'd continue waiting till the end of time for something. Which isn't always a good thing, you know. Sometimes it means that instead of following things up, or talking to people that have promised him something, he'll just wait for it. Often it means nothing actually happens, and he looses more prospective friends because of that then anything else. Irdinor's quietness can often be mistaken for arrogance. An arrogance he doesn't have. There's not an arrogant bone in his body. He just doesn't talk all that much.

When he does speak he's rather poetic. Despite not really being that much of a physical person, and lazy, his mind is active enough to be rather clever, and he uses most of that intelligence to be creative. Nor's got a knack for coming up with short, pretty verses instead of actually speaking to people. Trust him. He might have been able to make a living out of it if he'd tried, or become a harper if he didn't have a dislike for the people. He doesn't like music. Any form of music he hates, whether it's with or without lyrics. He just...Doesn't like the stuff. It's either too happy, or too sad, too loud, too soft, not enough tempo, too much tempo, not enough instruments, too many, no diversity, too much, too many changes – well, you get the idea.

History:

If it hadn't been for the fact that both his parents were interested in the opposite sex, he might just have been okay. Just. Instead, he was stuck with a father who hated his existence, and a mother who gave him away to be fostered at the first opportunity. That didn't stop them from trying to make him become a dragonrider. When they thought the other wasn't looking, they pulled him away from the caverns at every opportunity to tell him of the wonders of Impressing. He fell asleep on his mother twice, and as soon as his father realised that he didn't actually care all that much he was left alone by him. His mother didn't stop though... At least for a while until he started avoiding her. She got the picture then. He was eight Turns old when he lost contact with his father – or rather when the man decided that his twenty or so lovers commanded his attention more then his son. It wasn't the best childhood, but it was his, and he can't be bothered to remember half of it. But his mother's attention to detail made him try just that little harder to remember some things.

Irdinor's oldest little sister was born when he was seven Turns, and she was dumped with the same woman that he was dumped with. His mother's Blue had once again caught a male ridden Green, and once again she couldn't bare to go between to get rid of it. So he was stuck with her. When Nonoa was first presented to him he just stared at her until she started crying because she was only child and she did want something to eat. Nor didn't take to her from the beginning – shards, he had very little to actually do with her. She smelt funny, she was only half his sister, and she cried a lot. What did he want with something like that? So he just sort of...gingerly held her when told to, and ignored her the rest of the time. Until she was five, of course, and another sister popped out of the blue. This time, it was his father who dumped the girl on him. Turns out that Listh had been caught by another female ridden dragon, and she'd given the dragon to him.

At that point Nonoa sort of ordered him to look after the girl whom they later named Tis (his father hadn't been interested enough to name her) and he quietly obeyed. Nonoa came into her own from that moment on, and it turned out she was actually quite snappy, controlling, and...strong. Perhaps because there was no one else to be strong in the family. Yes, family. The three of them became a family, raised more by themselves and each other then the foster mothers, though the ladies did try their hardest. It wasn't like their parents were really going to help. If they were, they would have done it Turns ago. He wasn't to know. When the first Threadfall came to Pern both I'dn and Lorn died with their dragons. Eleven Turns ago. Tis only found out this Turn, and she neglected to tell him anything about it.

By the time Nonoa was thirteen she'd taken an interest in herding, or the breeding aspect – stop that train of thought right there. She was more interested in the genetics then what you're thinking, dirty minded people. But anyway, since there weren't herdbeasts for her to train on, she picked rats. Rats that eventually started sporting patterns and colours, larger ears, longer tails. She picked out the certain traits she wanted, bred them in, and gain tons of knowledge. Not that Irdinor really appreciated that at all. He woke up to find more then a few rats in his bed. He wasn't what you'd call fond of them. Strange, then, how he ended up keeping one on his sister's insistence that he should. That's how Bets came into the picture. That was when Nonoa was seventeen. Old enough to marry. Sure enough, she caught someone's eye.

Brandon was a simple holder, couldn't offer much, but that wasn't why the girl liked him. They got along well, fell in love, married. A fairy tale ending for her, but not for the other two. She left, insisting that Irdinor keep Bets, let the others go loose in the Weyr - “They'll die in the wild, please don't let them get loose outside.” - look after Tris and Impress a dragon. The last one had been a surprise to him. His sister hadn't been badged to become a dragonrider like he had. In fact, she'd barely had any contact with dragonriders. They were there, but the three of them had never bothered with them after the parents left them all alone. But he agreed, hesitating, because it was what she wanted. But not doing anything about it. No going to a dragonrider, no hanging around the Searchriders. He's just did what he always did.
Other: He's left handed, doesn't move or snore during his sleep, and can't sing for the life of him.

| - Pet Information - |

Name: Bets
Turns: 0 Turns, 7 Months [ will live to two turns ]
Species: Rodent, Buck

Appearance: Bets is a pink eyed, solid silver fawn, dumbo, buck rat. Or a rather orange rat with red eyes and big ears to the rest of us. He's large, easily stretching to the size of a man's hand, and a bit of that is mainly due to the fact he doens't get much exexcise. His diet may be alright, and varied, but if he doens't do much than there's not much chance of it getting burned off. But in his own strange way he's a handsome little fellow – for a rodent – even he's not the most exciting.

Personality: He's a lazy fat lump who doesn't do much but eat, sleep and occasionally pee all over something. He loves nothing more then to curl up in Irdinor's pocket and go to sleep. There might even be a treat in there.

Other: He's never bitten anyone.

[Shori]

Well, the only issue I see so far is mention of him being a candidate, then mention of him not being one. It was a little confusing. Is it your intent to make him a stands candidate? Or possibly having him searched in roleplay? -is just trying to clarify-

Either way, I like him. He is different. I really do like different. It makes things so much funnier! XD

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Edited, and much apologies!

Unless he's Searched IC, I doubt he'll ever become a candidate.

Glad you like him!

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[Shori]

Much better! Thank you very much for editing and clarifying that for me. I will keep that in mind. lol

Anyways...

ACCEPTED AS DRUDGE IRDINOR!!