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While wandering in New Isle, you find yourself in a well-lit hall with a large scroll on a podium at the end. You approach it and see that it contains information about every person, dragonrider or not, living here on Benshing Island. Seeing a blank spot and a writing utensil, you scribe your...

Name:
Gender and Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills:

Old members, please note that several years have passed (approx. nine) since you left. You don't need to age your chars exactly that much, but they will be a bit older; it's up to you to decide how much.

Please remember that unless re-joining an old character, you may not join with flit nor dragon. Also remember that Candidates for a clutch must be between ages 14 and 25 Turns. Skills may include official crafts or simply abilities picked up during one's life that may prove useful to New Isle Weyr. Thanks!

Onto New Isle Weyr!
  • Ok, I know what you're gonna say... -- Deystar, 13:02:28 11/27/05 Sun
    ((To make things perfectly clear, I DO fully know that I own almost half the Weyr and probably shouldn't add these two in... but, it's different with these two. I made them up AGES ago, and kinda played them in my mind forever, so I figured that, seeing asI already knew them as well as my first character here, I might as well play them in actuality.))

    Name-
    Lumina

    Age-
    24 (will turn 25 before the next Impression)

    Gender-
    Female

    Description-
    Her skin is a slightly dark, creamy tan-brown colour, which in Old Earth couldve made her be considered White-Hispanic or something of the sort. However, she has almond-like shaped eyes, which show a very slight European-Asian mix, which is living proof that the Pernese have all mixed in races by now. Her dark brown eyes give her face a bit of accent, and, with her bushy brown locks pulled back and her face painted slightly, she looks alot like a porcelain doll, strangely. Her hair is a dark brown, which was once extremely bushy but has calmed down considerably through the turns. Shes tall, with long arms and legs, and has a somewhat feminine appearancenothing special, but not straight lines, either. Nothing too exceptional the first time one looks at her, but her face does have a nice look now that shes cleared up from her teenage turns.

    Lumina is a very sweet girl, and a deep thinker. Some might call her childish, but she really isnt, just slightly undereducated in some areas and willing to ask questions. She has a bad habit of believing many things she hears, but thankfully has a friend to help her out. Shes very sweet and kind, and can be considered a pushover, but in actuality has a strong will and determination uncanny compared to her other aggressive qualities (a.k.a. nothing. ^_^) Shes a strong leader sometimes, and a kind one.

    Strengths/Weaknesses-
    She is very good at remembering things, and keeping promises. Shes good with her hands, and knows a little about everything. However, shes not a good swimmer, and she tends to trust people too much, though if she is betrayed, shell always have others on her side to make sure nothing goes out of hand.

    History-
    Lumina was a bastard daughter of a greenrider and a Lord Holder, though she doesnt talk about that much. She was raised by her foster father, a greenrider, and later his bluerider weyrmate, until she was seven. At that point, her Papa (greenrider) was killed in Threadfall, and then Poppy (bluerider) was driven into a deep depression due to the death of his blue in the very same Fall. Still too child-like for the other Riders to explain what happened, she was sent off to Bitra Hold with the story that Papa and Poppy couldnt take care of her at the moment. There, she lived with her biological fathers sister, who told her lightly the truth about her beloved parents and, when she was fourteen, the story of her birth.
    She grew up with her Auntie until she was fourteen, when she became a drudge at the nearby Weyr. She hoped beyond hope to one day be a candidate... but that was an empty dream that has yet to be fulfilled.
    When she was fifteen, however, her life took a spin. She found her Poppy living at the Weyr, re-impressed (which confused her to no end) to a handsome brown and living with a new weyrmate, a male greenrider. However, she was disturbed to hear that, before becoming weyrmate to the greenrider, Poppys brown had flown a green with a female rider, and she had given birth. The child, who was born when Lumina herself was eight, had been fostered at the Weyr, but never found a lasting guardian. Hed been sent to another Weyr, but was coming back, and Lumina instantly fell in love with the young seven-turn-old. Though it was tough, she tamed him (anyone read The Little Prince?) and decided to foster him herself. Everyone feared that she was too young to handle a child, being only eight turns older (exactlyhe was born on her eighth b-day), but as she was the only one hed listen to, it was made to happen.
    Now, she AND her little bro wish to impress.



    Name-
    Lumanalien

    Nickname-
    Lumen

    Age-
    16 (turning 17)

    Gender-
    Male

    Description-
    Already taller than Lumina, he has a light skin tone and dirty blonde hair thats swept around his face nonchalantly. His eyes are a soft blue-brown colour, and always look slightly distant (no, hes not stoned or anything). Hes not exactly Mr. muscles, but that doesnt mean he isnt strong in his own ways. Hes always very calm and laid back now that his past has stopped affecting him as much, and this can be told in his stature, though he is fiercely loyal, even if he doesnt prove it in shouted words or aggressiveness. Hes always a good person to talk to, because hes very truthful and calm, and has many good qualities, even if he is against rank. Hes always willing to prove himself, but hes not too terribly rash.

    Strengths/Weaknesses-
    Hes intelligent, strong, and completely responsible, despite his reckless teenage hormones. Hes more than willing to prove himself, which can get him in trouble sometimes. He has no temper whatsoever, though, so while he can be a nuisance, he is always nice to have around. Hes dead shy, though, and doesnt trust easily at all. Once said trust is received, however, its a pleasant thing to have. Responsible, but somewhat rebellious.

    History-
    He knows his past fully, and used to despise everyone, including himself and especially his parents. He always hated his father for allowing his brown to go out of his control, and hated his mom for not wanting him. He came to resent all types of guardians, and then authority, because of this, and was a nuisance to all who came to him.
    However, when he was seven, they brought him back to the place of his birth. He was angry, and even snapped at a girl eight turns older than he was for no apparent reason. However, when he accidentally tripped her, his responsible nature stepped in, and he calmly asked her if she was all right and that he was sorry.
    He talked with her for the next month, each time steadily opening his shut soul just a little, and discovered that he was talking to the girl that spent the first seven turns of her life with his dad, whom she called Poppy. Deciding with her that he hadnt given the brownrider a chance, he let her introduce them, and came to terms with him. Then, he and the girl were inseparatable.
    Then the time came for him to go to a new family, and he didnt hesitate to ask permission to have the fifteen-turn-old talk care of him. Though everyone was reluctant (except Lumina), he was allowed to, and he grew to be a better child with her as his big sis. Hes always wanted to impress, and that will never change.

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  • Joining -- Brittany, 15:59:08 10/11/05 Tue
    Name: Lillana Sollar
    Gender and Age: Female/18
    Appearance: Lillana is 5'4", sleder,toned but not extremely muscular, she has grey-green eyes, and soft features. She has a peaches and cream complextion. When discribed by family and friends she is often described as beautiful and odd at the same time. She isn't one of those women men automatically notice. She is like a night blooming flower in a way.
    Personality: Lillana is more of an introvert. She isn't really miss popularity. She is the girl you find curled up in a corner writing or drawing. The only time when Lillana is even thought of as being confident is when she is performing or drawing. She is very caring and passionate about the people and things she loves. If given the chance she would love to be the one with lots of friends. However, she only has a few; but even those few are precious to her.
    Skills: Lillana has a well trained singing voice, and is fairly decent when sketching. She is also knowledgeable in cooking, cleaning, and herbals.
    History: Lillana was training at the harper hall when searched for New Isle Weyr. She is the second child of a minor holder. When searched she was so shocked she had to practacly be pushed on to the dragon. With no real destinguishing family backround she is now determined to make a name for herself.

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  • New Character for a New Member (I hope ^__^) -- Sia_of_Benden, 18:48:13 10/10/05 Mon
    Name: Sia
    gender and age: female, 19
    physical stats.: 5'5", 110 lbs, red-gold hair to hips (usually in a bun), green eyes, lightly tan skin, skinny, weaker than ave.
    Sexuality: bi
    personality: Stubborn, hard-working (Has worked herself sick on many occasions)
    skills: wine-making, cooking (espec. healing potions), therapeutic massage
    History: Sia is the eldest daughter of the WineMaster of Bendon hold. She has six sisters and one older brother. She was orignially Searched for a Bendon Hatching, but wasn't chosen. Her youngest sister, Illane, was chosen 6 years ago by a green.

    Dragon: (later stats I hope to use
    Ardorth
    Green or gold (pref, but I don't mind)
    As stubborn as her rider, but a bit more inclined to let rules slip. Not above shoving her rider at another (literally) to get her to loosen up.

    And:
    1) If I'm not joining properly, alert me at sia_of_bendon@hotmail.com and tell me how
    2) Can someone please help me figure out the boards?

    Sia_of_Benden

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  • .*.|Entra|.*. -- Arrian, 22:18:04 09/15/05 Thu
    Name: Arrian
    Gender and Age: Women. 16
    Appearance: long black hair and blue eyes. Wonderfully built from younger years of farm work
    Personality: Loves a good trill. won't take crap. kicks butt
    Skills: love for people and creatures. can sense the 6th if needed.

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  • I want one of every color... and with a brown wher, my collection will be complete. *glowy eyes* -- LG, 13:21:55 08/24/05 Wed
    Originally, I was going to have Janissa, and the wher, when she got it, would be Janisk. Then I realized that the Watchwher Hall is already flowing over with females, and so I decided to make the character male. I couldn't come up with a male variation of "Janis" other than Janis itself, so the wher will have to be Jask or Jansk. ^_^ Then I went through a lot of different ideas, but I kept coming back to the Miner thing - we don't actually HAVE any miners, and as this is char #20 I can't go and join one - but since I needed him to have a motivation to actually try for a wher, he's pretty young. Between Janis and Hale, we might actually get a mine dug without dropping it on our own heads. (Are there any rider-Miners out there?) And here ends the unnecessary exposition.

    NAME: Janis
    AGE: 26
    GENDER: Male
    DESCRIPTION: Average in height and build, Janis is more wiry than muscular, though don't let that fool you into thinking that he can't pick up a good hundred pounds in one go. His skin is a yellow-olive tone, and his straight, black hair falls to just above his shoulderblades and is usually held back with a tattered headband. His face is rather round, with a snub nose and an easy smile, and his narrow, tilted eyes are a muddy brown.
    Dedicated and stubborn, Janis is determined to succeed in everything he does. He's very outspoken and enthusiastic, though he also possesses a respect for authority that will sometimes make him back down even when he knows he's right about something. He has lots of ideas, being easily inspired, but rarely follows through on them. On the other hand, the ones he does follow through on, he does so very thoroughly, devoting all of his considerable determination to making the idea a reality. When he does fail, he tends to take it badly, sinking into depression until something else comes along. He doesn't have much of a temper, but is hurt very easily, and tends to smile and agree in a half-hearted fashion instead of expressing either anger or hurt.
    SKILLS: As a Journeyman Miner, Janis knows a bit about mining, though he's nowhere near an expert yet. He has a dim notion of what watchwhers are like, focusing primarily on their role in the mines. He's also fairly skilled at self-defense, and as a healthy young man, he can fetch and carry like you wouldn't believe.

    BRIEF HISTORY: Janis was the son of a Master Miner, and therefore raised in the Craft; despite his dearest wishes, the Searchriders who sometimes visited their Hall said that he wasn't suitable material for Impression, which killed that dream in its infancy. Once he knew that he was destined to spend his life in his Craft, he devoted himself to study, and was one of the most remarked-upon Apprentices in the mine where he worked. Shortly after he walked the tables, alas, Thread reappeared and the disasters shook the earth, and the CraftHall's organization collapsed. Seperated from his family by his Apprenticeship (as his father, quite sensibly, had wanted to avoid any insinuations of nepotism), Janis at first tried to find them, but as time went on he lost hope of success and focused on survival. Eventually, he was picked up by a dragonrider who took pity on him (and, being a green rider, had another interest in him as well that he was not at ALL adverse to encouraging), and eventually ended up at New Isle Weyr. She lost interest in him shortly afterwards, but that was fine with Janis, who soon met a fascinating old wher-handler (who was going to join the others he'd heard about as soon as Halsk was ready to go, yes indeed, and wasn't this wine just wonderful?) who knew a fair dab about mining himself and was happy to encourage Janis' growing interest in the notion of watchwhers. After all, there are no Miners here, but there are wher-handlers, and watchwhers can do a lot for a mine....

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  • new character -- Carla, 15:28:50 08/21/05 Sun
    Name:Krystan
    Gender and Age:female 20 years old
    Appearance:red hair, blue eyes, fair skin, 5'5" tall, slender build
    Personality:Krystan is friendly but a little shy and fairly outspoken when she has something to say or when she thinks something needs to be said. Unfortunately, her mouth can sometimes get her into trouble. But she has a good heart and is loyal once her friendship is given.
    Skills:Krystan likes to try a little of everything and is good with animals, but DON'T LET HER TRY TO COOK!!!

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  • All thanks to LG. : P -- Thea (R'dan), 19:52:50 08/12/05 Fri
    NAME: R'dan
    GENDER: Male
    AGE: 14
    APPEARANCE: R'dan has small build for a 14-year-old boy, but he's not . He's also a bit shorter than most boys his age. He has short, dark brown (almost black) hair and emerald green eyes.
    PERSONALITY: R'dan is a confident teen, and he often comes across as arrogant. He is the type who wants to make himself stand out. He's stubborn, brash and spirited. He believes himself capable of anything. He tries to look on the bright side of life, and likes seeing whatever he can as an advantage, which can lead to some unique ways out of sticky situations. R'dan is a bit touchy and doesn't react to critiscism well. He also dislikes taking orders from people, though he's usually obediant anyway - reluctantly.
    BRIEF HISTORY: R'dan's mother died when he was four, and he was raised by his father and surronded by men for most of his life. (Because of this, he feels pretty awkward around women.) He is the cousin of T'gan and Akema*. He only recently arrived at the Weyr.
    SKILLS: He's good with his hands; he can build things and repair them fairly well. He also knows a bit of swordplay.


    *With permission from LG, of course.

    Just as a note, I probably won't be posting 'till tomorrow, because I'm about to head out for the night. Looking forward to playing, though! ^^

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  • have a question -- Carla, 20:40:34 08/16/05 Tue
    I was wondering if it would be possible to play on a temporary basis, perhaps with a character that ends up being lost in the woods permanantly or something, because I can't play for more than a week, and probably only for a couple of days. I am a big fan of Ms. McCaffrey's books and have never jioned this sort of thing before so I am not really sure how this works. I really would appreciate a fast reply because I am really excited about maybe getting to play.

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  • Perfect by Nature -- PernLover, 20:58:44 06/16/05 Thu
    Name: Zeara

    Icons of self indulgence

    Gender and Age: Femme and 27

    Just what we all need

    Appearance: Dark brown hair that has been shorn off and let grow back any-which-way. Clear green eyes, heavily scarred skin. Zeara has been in far too many fights to count on two hands(maybe two feet also? I don't know). She stands at four foot six inches, something she's quite touchy about. She bears a facial scar that runs from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth, and down to her jawbone. It healed straight, but you can tell that at one time, the cut had been very deep.

    More Lies about a world that-

    Personality: A little touchy, very little compromise in her. She's a fighter all the way, and aggressive about it. Zeara cares deeply for her bonded wher(who stands at least a double handspan taller than her), and will go to great lengths- even for her- to ensure his safety.

    -Never was and never will be

    Skills: Wher handling, fighting, hunting, not squeamish at the sight of blood.

    You don't know how you've betrayed me

    Anything else(I had to add this part in): Bonded to bronze Zearask. Rank of journeywoman, almost ready to go for Masters.

    You know you've got everybody fooled!

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  • It's all LG's fault, I swear... XD -- Rei, 15:39:45 08/12/05 Fri
    Chiewae (Not Cheeh-way, Chih-eeh-way)
    Male
    Sixteen
    Chiewae has shoulder-length, dead straight black hair, which he often tames into a low ponytail with a small green tie, to keep it out of his face when he works. For a male, he is surprisingly slender, not yet dipping into emaciated but with enough curve to give him just a feminine touch. Perhaps that's why he despises being called "pretty." He has a fairly normal appearance, tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and he certainly doesn't dress in anything extraordinary. His only distinguishing marks lie in a series of scars that pass one under the other, beginning on the top of his shoulder. They total to five, the longest being the middle one, that extends over his collar bone and down onto his chest.

    Chiewae's not the type of person that's well known. Softly-spoken and well-mannered, he's quite the unassuming type. He doesn't believe that one needs to make a fuss over everything. No doubt very mature for his age, he's much smarter than he lets off. He thinks things through, never running headlong into whatever comes along. He thinks it pointless to be so fearless, and that you're wasting your element of surprise. He has surprising strategy skills, and can visualize and organize rather complicated plans. He's a clever kid, regardless of his innocent looks. He knows he looks good; however he's not too keen to flaunt himself around. He just doesn't see the point in it. He's generally a nice guy, at least on first meeting. On the downside, he's known for being very temperamental, something that his ability to compromise doesn't often make up for. He's moody. He's self-assured. He's Chiewae.

    Experienced with handling herdbeasts, can ride runnerbeasts, good at solving problems

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  • Being impatient, rejoining. If it isn't kosher, just smack me upside the head with something heavy. -- QoC, 17:08:55 06/21/05 Tue
    Name: Liraz
    Gender: Female
    Age: 20 (Yeah, I aged her a bit.)
    Appearance:
    If anyone remembers Liraz-the-candidate, seeing her now will shock them. Before, she had been muscular, well-tanned and healthy-looking from all the time she spent in the sun, on the sea, and eventally in the air; Now, she looks thin, even emaciated, emphasizing her height, and her skin has a greyish cast to it, though she is still darker than the average Pernese. Her hair is still impossibly curly and black, and still encrusted with salt and sand more often than not, and she still wears the same sword, though it has rusted a bit. Even though she looks wasted and worn out, her smile still glitters and is almost always there, though less than before her absence, and something in her black eyes is all wrong, though it would be hard for anyone but Gaiath to pinpoint what it is. Her typical clothing is a bright green tunic, blue pants, black boots, a wide leather belt, and a red headband, just as before. She also wears a feral-looking necklace made of pieces of Gaiath's eggshell.
    Personality:
    The same flamboyant swashbuckling type as before, quick to anger, but also quick to help anyone in need (that is anyone who is also properly respectful). Her outgoing self is now muted with some untold sorrow, of which absence of her brother N'van is only part. She suffers occasional episodes of depression.
    History: The sea giveth, the sea taketh away, and the sea giveth again. She and Navan (at that point) had been en route to another weyr when they were swept off-course by a storm and washed up on Benshing Island. This was lucky for them and for the pair of greens they Impressed at the hatching that coincided with their arrival.* But fate intervened, and both were swept back out to sea in another storm. This time, they were separated, and Gaiath heard nothing from Sleipnirth for the few years that intervened. Now she has managed to partly fly and partly sail back to Benshing, to what end remains to be seen.
    Skills: Fighting, sailing, singing (especially bawdy old ballads and drinking songs. She's no Harper by any stretch), fishing, dragon care.
    Rank: Greenrider

    Dragon name: Gaiath
    Rank: Green
    Appearance: Her hide is the vibrant pale emerald color of Irish hills at her head, darkening to an oceanic blue-green at the tip of her tail. Her wings, a paler green than her head, are so large as to be almost a deformity, but despite her awkwardness on the ground, she proves herself in the air. They may look freakish, but those wings are extremely powerful and propel her relatively small body forward at a rate that makes her a) look like a blur from below, and b) one of the swiftest fliers available.
    Personality: She has sprouted a competitive streak a mile wide, and will drop whatever she's doing (except carrying her rider, of course) to race any dragon who asks. She's also one to come up with taunts and riddles and various other annoyances. Overall, however, she's a fun loving dragon who likes flying dangerously. Though she deeply feels the pain of her lifemate, her reaction is to try and cheer her up during her bouts of depression rather than to brood in unison.
    *Go figure. ^_^

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  • Something old, something new -- El-ness, 21:11:27 06/05/05 Sun
    I played an incarnation of this pair a long long time ago in a galaxy far away. But now they're back.

    Name: Veerai
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female
    Appearance: Veerai is fair skinned, small, red-headed and plain. Her eyes are worried, wide and brown, seeming to take up her entire, lightly freckled face.

    Personality: Veerai worries about doing what's right by everyone she meets. She's not exactly the most strong female out there, but she'll get the job done if she has to. A very sweet and clumsy young girl, she's loyally devoted to her Endeventh and her greatest fear is that she will embarass her wonderful dragon. Veerai's other big fear is going between, which she almost never does. You might say she's a bit dependent, but that means she'll never let her friends down.

    Dragon name: Endeventh
    Age: Adult
    Color: Green
    Appearance/Personality: Endeventh is a green on the larger side of the color's height and build. She's well fleshed and a bright grass green. Endeventh is a cheerful dragon, protective of her Veerai and reassuring even when the girl has a pitfall. She can be impatient with the setbacks her rider's idiosyncrasies cause, but she'll never show it. Typically, Endeventh is also just a tad on the vain side.

    History: Veerai was to inherit the title of Lady Holder of a somewhat prominent hold, she being the Holder's only legitimate child. That all changed when she attended a hatching for the weyr they were beholden to and Impressed Endeventh unexpectedly. Weyrling training was something of a nightmare, Veerai being rather slow and tripped up in her progress and mortified by the way she was making her beloved dragon look. The two eventually survived their training and then shortly thereafter their first mating flight. Veerai was pleased with the dragon and rider pair Endeventh had chosen (a big, sweet, strapping brownrider named L'tre and his brown Tyreth) , and things went well for the pair. Then the storms hit and the greenrider was forced to leave her weyr, her home. She and Endeventh followed the course more or less that the other riders had taken. Being green in more ways than just color, the pair has taken an awful long time to reach their destination.

    In addition to all of this, Veerai's avoidance of going between has lead to another little problem and she's currently about three months with child from Endeventh's flight with Tyreth. It really hasn't bothered her much yet, but then that could be because it hasn't really hit home yet. For now though, the pair is content to be back among dragons and riders, safe in a weyr again at last.

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  • I Hate 'Em All! -- Tamluh, 12:51:51 06/01/05 Wed
    Name: Tamluh
    Gender and Age:Male/52
    Appearance: Tamluh's hair seems to have increased rather than thinned. His hair is shaggy and uneven because he's had to cut it with a dull knife many times. As a young man, he cut an imposing figure. Now, as an old man, he still looks dangerous. He's tall for a man of his age and has large hands. His eyes always seem to be a little too wide. He has a scraggly beard that hangs down to the collar of his tunic. All his clothing seems to have been patched and repatched many times.
    Personality: He's a little crazed. He's spent too much time in the sun. He's never seems happy and he hates dragons with a passion.
    Skills: Before he became crazy, he was a Master Metalworker. When he focuses on the job, he can still create a few beautiful pieces.
    Bit O' History: His daughter, a dragonrider, was killed in a training accident. When that happened, something in him snapped.

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  • My little one! -- DS, 08:56:58 05/13/05 Fri
    Name
    Israel

    Age
    1o (ten)

    Gender
    Male

    Appearance
    Israel is about normal height for someone his age, spare maybe an inch or two smaller. This is a strange attribute, considering his father's legacy normally end up very tall. Also, he's got silver-blonde hair and pale skin, with shining sapphire eyes. Most would consider this albino, but in reality he was born with red hair, which gradually faded and was blonde by age three. He's got that sweet, lost-little-kid-look, and even has the little kid voice to match it. (You know, the kind that most girls go insane over.) Aside from this, he's get a veyr big vocabulary, and if one can stand talking to someone with that voice without laughing, one could have an intelligent conversation with him.
    He's barely ever seen wearing dark colors, and even rarer is to see him without his little doll, a (green) dragon that his mother made for him before she died, which looks expertly made. (Which is funny... read his fears, and you'll find out.)

    Personality
    He's the sweetest little kid one could ever meet. Many would probably compare him to a smaller child, like a five-turn-old or something. However, others still would have to compare him to an adult, with all he can say and do. Really, he's sweet, kind, and innocent. A joy for any parent, he will do chores without being asked and is just ever so considerate...
    ...Let's all hope he's the same way in his teenage turns!

    Skills
    EvErYtHiNg! He's achild prodigy at just about everything he tried, though he's never tried to swim, cook, or ride a boat. He plans to soon, though. However, there's just one thing weird about him: he has an absolute phobia of animals. Almost all of them, dragons included especially. The only ones he can stand are the man-eating, vicious ones that grown men can't stand (wherries, wild whers, ect.). However, any tame form of these animals scares him almost as much as dragons.

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  • Yeah yeah, I have lots already... -- GC, 08:59:51 05/15/05 Sun
    Name: Tathan
    Gender: Male
    Age: 18
    Appearance: Around 58 tall, Tathan is a slight young man with a rather effeminate appearance. It isnt that he really looks like a girl, more that a combination of wide dark eyes, delicate features (a small nose, a rather thin mouth, and rather high cheek-bones) and soft blond hair make him look vulnerable, and his slim build doesnt help with the effect. He is strong you have to have good muscles if you live Holdless but he has never been very good at fighting. His skin is tanned from living outside for most of his life, and his caramel hair, though mostly long enough to be tied back, falls into his eyes his effort to hide them.
    Personality: Painfully shy, Tathan will use any means possible to keep out of peoples way. He keeps his head down in crowds and speaks as little as he can when hes spoken to especially by a man. Though he is reasonably intelligent, he doesnt show it much, and to everyone hes just another drudge. He hates the idea of people watching him or noticing him, and to gain his trust you have to show him that he can rely on you; not just tell him that he can.
    History: Tathan was born and brought up in a group of nomadic Holdless people, who wandered around constantly, sheltering wherever they could. What was at first simply a natural reticence was made worse by the unwanted attentions of a few of the men in the groupwho hadnt failed to notice that he was rather a pretty youngster. Once they realised that he was ideal for the week-long hunting forays they went on (he wouldnt hold them back like a woman would, since he could hold his own with a weapon), he couldnt get away, and although he didnt see it as anything wrong he was never told that what the men did to him wasnt right it contributed greatly to his shyness. When some dragonriders found them a while ago he agreed to be taken to the Weyr, and become a drudge-come-cook.
    Skills: Though hes not exactly a master chef, Tathan can cook a very edible meal, has an aptitude for hunting, and knows a tiny bit of healing lore.

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  • Tarvi/Sallah is such a w00t couple! -- C*W*, 15:00:33 05/14/05 Sat
    Name
    T'll

    Age
    17

    Gender
    Male

    Rank
    transferred Weyrling

    Appearance
    Waist length red-gold braid, just waiting to be shorn for Thread Fall. Darkly tanned skin that is fighting a losing battle with the hair for not clashing. Eyes- to put it one way, 'eyes like the sea after a storm'. To put it another, 'Stormy blue eyes'. He wears sandy/pastel colors, to be safe. His favorite color is a blister-red, but he learned that it is a horrible color to wear with his hair and skin.

    Personality
    He doesn't like to talk a whole lot, but he isn't like ab actual recluse. He enjoys privacy and peace, and feel uncomfortable in loud, noisy rooms. His personal forever between is being stuck in a small, crowded room with Thread sirens blasting in his ears.

    History
    Tuill grew up as a weyrbrat at Telgar. His mother was a green rider, and his father was her favorite brownrider weyrmate. He has no surviving siblings(by that exact coupling), but he has a multitude of half cousins, half siblings, full cousins, uncles, aunts, Half-second cousins thrice removed, and etc.
    Tuill was oblivious to the blight that attaacked the weyr. Telgar was slowly being depleted by an insidious viral disease that attacked riders only. Golden Jinarth left behind a clutch of thirteen when her rider was claimed. The Candidate Master, who was suffering from the illness himself, managed to hang on long enough to get that particular batch to the Sands, and died the morning of Impression.
    Only nine of the twelve eggs that hatched Impressed, with one egg not hatching at all.
    The WeyrlingMaster quickly taught the newly Impressed pairs how to make harnesses before she sucumbed to the disease. T'll, with blue Maxorth, being the oldest of the newly Impressed, was placed in charge. They had to search all the rider's Weyrs to get enough lecture notes in order to learn how to fly.
    Sadly, three of the nine weylings, including their two bronze riders and one of the green riders, became impatient, and attemped to go between before they knew how.
    T'll became separated from the rest of his group in a large storm that took him here. He doesn't even know if any of the remaining five are still alive.
    Maxorth, who is a cobalt-blue small dragonet, had to grow up very quickly. Due to rough winds and flying debris, he has a broken left wing, and his left side has more than a few puncture wounds.

    Name
    Maxorth

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    four months

    Officially, they should be grouped in with Grenith's clutch, because of their age.

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  • Decided to stay! -- PernLover, 16:32:08 04/26/05 Tue
    Name Lenox
    Age 24
    Gender Male
    Rank Condidate/Weaver Journeyman
    Appearance Long brown hair, well-tanned skin, dark gray eyes. Stands six-foot three, and well-muscled to boot. Wears dark brown breeches, black boots(well-worn), and his tunic is a sea-foam green. If he wears a shirt under his tunic, it is a bright, totally insesnible red. The kind of red that if you look at it too long, you feel nauseated(if you know what I mean)
    Personality rather friendly, but not like in-your-face friendly. (points mutely down to Deystar and Nightcloud's co-post of Eques.) He can be dangerous, and is protective.
    Skills WeaverCraft (specialty- weaving&sewing), dagger fighting, and using a sword(not very well, of course, but he can use it!)
    Critters Jinn, an indigenous form of the Terran wildcat. This Pernese wildcat is a vivid gold/white pattern of stripes. It got its pattern from in-breeding with the Tubberman-generated cheetahs and various other large felines. (Jinn is a girl)
    Weapons Dagger and Sword.

    Name Siren
    Age 19
    Gender Female
    Rank Journeywoman Dolphineer
    Appearance golden-brown hair, that ripples in a waterfal down her back, soft brown eyes that seem always to be either red(from swimming with her eyes open) or laughing. Her complexion is wind-and-water roughened, and looks like it has seen a lot of sun.
    Personality Withdrawn, seldom speaks. You can tell what she's feeling if you look deeply into her eyes. They are the windows to her immortal soul.
    Skills Swimming, carving, and using something she made herself- a push dagger. Critters Kibki, femme/fatale dolphin that she is bonded to.
    Weapons Push dagger(large ball of iron concealed in the fist and anchors a slim but deathly sharp spike that protrudes from the fingers.)


    For conveniance sake, we'll say that these two stumbled in together.m

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  • How can you see into my eyes like open doors? -- Pup, 13:36:21 05/08/05 Sun
    ((Pup, YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHARACTERS!!!I know, alter-sadistic ego. I'm joining her anyways, because I just got my Evenescence CD!! And this is why you are joing another character? But of course, milady!))



    Name: Valley

    Leading you down into my core


    Gender and Age: female 14

    Where I've become so numb


    Appearance: white-blond hair, light brown eyes with hints of dark grey and green. She stands four feet, six inches tall, and is rather proud of it. Skin looks like someone used it for a tanning slate

    Without a soul, my Soul's sleeping somewhere cold


    Personality: Somewhat angry. Excuse me, did I say somewhat?!?! This girl it so angry on the inside that she is going to explode soon. And when she does, heads will fly. She suffers from bipolar depression, and chronic loneliness. She is shizophrenic, and is completely obsessed with (almonds jk) pointy daggers.

    Until you find it there, and lead it back home


    Originally from: sunny Southern Boll

    Wake me up inside


    Skills: Um, she can sew, she can cook bread and roast meat, and she's good at agriculture. Besides that, what skill do you speak of? Weapons? She's obsessed with pointy daggers, but she can barely use them at all. And. . . She can ride!

    Wake me up inside


    Any creatures? one four-foot tall burden beast. Cleopat is a 'jenny', only about five Turns old, and she is a non-descript grey with a white nose and belly. Cleopat and Valley are the best of friends.

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  • Prospective Wherhandeler, Maybe -- Sylvie, 00:50:26 04/24/05 Sun
    Name: Keao
    Age: 13
    Gender: female
    Description: Keao has red hairr. It's long and unruly and is often in her face, no matter how hard she ties it back. She's a girl of medium height who prefers to dress in dark colors, like brown and gray. She's blind, and walks with a long slender staff which she arcs along the ground in front of her for navigation.
    Personality: Keao is fiery, fiesty, and independent. She refuses to give anything up without a fight and refuses to listen to anyone who believes her blindness is a hindrance of any kind. She has a soft spot for children and animals, and is very good at caring for and training them. She doesn't make friends easily, but when she does she is considered imensely loyal and true to anyone.
    History: When Keao was born blind, her mother decided that she would live as normal a life as possible, and to that end Keao was taught to care for and defend herself. When she was seven, her mother married a minor Holder and they had a son, Keao's brother Tirle. Her mother died two Turns ago, an event that still sadens Keao today. Her stepfather drank a lot and neglected Keao and Tirle. When Keao heard that some blind people were working as wherhandlers, she knew that that was the job for her. So leaving Tirle with relatives and promising to come back for him once she got a good start, Keao set off for New Isle Weyr and her new life.
    Skills: navigating, animal training, cooking, sewing, arguing

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  • Candidate -- Deystar and Nightcloud, 19:08:19 04/18/05 Mon
    ((Hey there, everyone! This is DS speaking typing! My little sister, Nightcloud, has decided she will try out New Isle! ^______^ Were making a joint-character for the Impression, to see if she likes it here. So. Yeah. I talk too much, dont I? :wonders:
    Nightcloud- :in sing-song voice: I got ducks
    Deystar-^_^;; Anyway, were basing his personality after her, so))

    Name:
    Eques (Eques after Impression?)

    Age & Gender:
    17, male

    Personality:
    First and foremost, Im hes mental. In the good way you know, the fun way, not the loony bin way. Hes very fun and crazy, and has times where he can look like he belongs in a mental facility, but he doesnt. Hes just playin around. He does that a lot. Hes shy, but once you get him talking lets just say youll never have a dull time. When hes mad, he can sometimes get really mad, but other times hell forgive you if you give him space. Sometimes, he cant stay serious if his life depended on it. Well, maybe if his life depended on it hm. Well, anyway yeah.
    Be warned; he can be kinda rude, though he doesnt mean it.

    Appearance:
    Link:
    Eques

    Skills:
    Drawing. He loves to draw. Er does making jokes count? He can be good at sarcasm Hes also very good with animals
    (excpet when they poop. Then I have to hand them to my sister and-
    DS-Were talking about Eques, not you.
    NC-Right anyway)
    He likes to write, which can be rare these days. Hed love to ride a dragon.

    History:
    He grew up with his mother, a goldrider named Escence. He never knew his father (bronzerider Dlon) or his half-sister. In fact, he didnt even know he had a half-sister. Perhaps he still doesnt. He does know Dlons name, however. He lived there with her until he was 5-turns-old, when she died. After that, he was fostered by some of the other greenriders, and even had foster siblings. Until he got searched for New Isles next clutch by a bluerider. Now, hes hoping to Impress.

    Sibling:
    Haf-sister Ash, rider of brown Deceith (by father) (No, Pup. Hes not related to Cometer)

    ((Any color is fine for him))

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  • Sunshine -- Friar, 20:23:35 04/18/05 Mon
    I'm sorry, I just absolutely had to postie this when Pup sent it to me! And, I can make lots of adjustments, such as H'nedre's rank(I'll drop him down to a green to keep him!), or Fedreance, or such. I just thought that these people needed to be joined. Yell if I'm wrong.

    Ever wonder what Fedreance looked, acted, and seemed like? Here's her stats!


    Name
    Fedreance
    Age
    45
    Gender
    Femme fatale
    Rank
    Apprentice Healer, Apprentice Harper. . . oh yeah, and green rider!
    Appearance
    Short black hair, roughly cut to her earlobes. Skin is naturally tanned(from the sun!), and her eyes are a sandy green. (grey-green)
    Personality
    Where a majority of her children are sullen and inwardly-drawn, Fedreance has a sunny disposition. When asked the question of 'Is the glass half-emtpy or half-full?' she answers, 'half full, of course!' She is, at forty-five, still as amourous as Impith.

    Name
    Impith
    Age
    35
    Gender
    femme
    Rank
    Female
    Appearance
    longest tail you've seen yet. Oh, you mean her color? She's a brackish swamp green, sort of sickly, even when she's healthy.



    Name
    H'ndre
    Age
    20
    Gender
    m'le
    Rank
    Bronze rider
    Appearance
    Shaggy brown hair, lightly muscled, with intense grey eyes. His nose looks like it's been punched a few times, and his hair always looks messy.
    Personality
    He's a ladies' man. However, he's got a weird sense of humor, and is slightly shizophrenic. Favorite thing to say is , 'I hear voices in my head- and they're not the normal ones!'

    Name
    Garieth
    Age
    2
    Gender
    m'le
    Rank
    Bronze
    Appearance
    Wherry necked, and leggy. Oh, color?(you'd think I knew this by now!) The color of a newly minted brass piece. His hide tends to go lank when not enough attentionn has been paid to oiling, and his claws are rather awkward.



    Fedreance has four adult children. Rey, who is an apprentice dolphineer, Vivian, who is a green weyrling, H'ndre, who is technically a bronze weyrling, but not really, and Jermin, a recluse.
    She has a foster-daughter and a real son, both two Turns old. She loved kids too much to let them go!


    Name
    Heather
    Age
    two
    Gender
    f'male
    Rank
    toddler
    Appearance
    Golden curls like her foster-mother's oldest daughter, Rey. Baby-soft skin, and bright green eyes.
    Personality
    OMG, She's BABY!!!! But, so far, she's a happy little girl, likes playtime and hates timeout(didn't we all?)



    Name
    Fedrian
    Age
    two
    Gender
    m'le
    Rank
    toddler
    Appearance
    Black hair, like his mother's. Rosy cheeks and grey eyes, like his big brother, H'ndre.
    Personality
    OMG, he's a toddler! Destructive, active child, with a flair of the dramatics. (he has to detroy what he makes, and he looks so horrified after he's done it.)

    Can I adopt Jermin, since no one signed his active check?

    ((And, yes, H'ndre does, infact, look a great deal like my personal amour. Again, if anyone has a problem with ANY of this, I can be rather flexible. Thank you, and have a great day/week/month/year/decade/century/millenium/era/. . .
    Clear skies!))

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    (NT) -- font fairy, 21:04:27 04/18/05 Mon
  • Frair sweet -- Pup, 11:53:16 04/21/05 Thu
  • Joining teh wittle guy! -- Yoshiro, 22:12:44 04/20/05 Wed
    Name: Yoshiro
    Gender and Age: male, just turned 14
    Appearance: Yoshiro is a very small boy, still maintaining a very childlike appearance with round cheeks and a pudgier build. He has shoulder length coal-black hair that he wears tied back in a thin pony-tail, and his deep brown eyes are slightly angular, revealing his once Asian lineage.
    Personality: Yoshiro is a very shy boy, his natural quiet enforced by a less than tolerant Hold and fosterling status.
    Skills: Yoshi is very skilled at anything artistic, loving to draw and write music above all else. Beyond that, he can do most chores involved around a Hold, cleaning, weaving, fishing, etc.

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  • I'm in a Character Creating-adopting mood Today -- Sylvie, 23:35:20 04/19/05 Tue
    Name: Ciel
    Age: ten
    Gender: female
    Description: Ciel is tall for her age, with dark hair and eyes. She's often rather scraped up from being outdoors a lot, and she's kind of scrawny.
    Personality: she's a tomboy, loves to fight and play with other Weyr children. She's very adventurous, prefers animals to people, and likes to be alone. She wants to become a Dolphineer, but she doesn't think she's old enough yet.
    History: Ciel is an orphan from a seahold. There were many children there, so she was pretty inconspicuous, and mostly looked after herself. She stowed away on a boat to get to this Weyr, after hearing some Dolphineers lived there and perhaps they could help her pursue her future. She's been hiding out ever since, avoiding discovery by the Headwoman and waiting for a chance to aproach the Dolphin craftpeople.
    Skills: fighting, being invisible, swimming, the basics of animal care.
    So ...

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  • Another Male Candidate, since we need One -- Sylvie, 17:00:51 04/19/05 Tue
    Name: lukas
    Age: 20
    Gender: male
    Description: Lukas is very tall. He's also an albino, so his skin is very fair and easily burned and he keeps a big hat on his whitesh-blond hair to try and keep off the Southern sun.
    Personality: quiet, wary about others and their opinions of him, and very defensive about his appearance.
    History: Lukas grew up in a Weavercrafthall near Paradise River where he was often teased by the other children. He found solace in the ocean where he often swam with dolphins, and in learning to weave from his parents. He became a Journeyman Weaver several Turns ago and worked alongside his father making clothes for local people. He was very surprised about being Searched, as he'd never been extremely interested in dragons or Weyrlife, but now that he's here he's beginning to like it and would like to Impress, as would my other two charries btw.

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  • Mind If I Add Another One? -- Sylvie, 20:24:36 04/18/05 Mon
    There seem to be a lot of male candidates on here so ...
    Name: Emilla
    Age: 17
    Gender: female
    Description: a rather tiny girl with long blond hair and blue eyes.
    Personality: Emilla is sprightly and very musical. She loves to sing and play the pipes, and her lilting laughter can be heard accross a room. Like her friend
    ranee, she's very outgoing, and loves to make friends.
    History: Emilla grew up with relatives after the early deaths of her parents. From early childhood, everyone was sure that she would become a Harper and so she went into training. She left her Southern home for Harper Hall at eleven Turns, and reached Journeywoman status at fifteen. She filled the teaching posts at several minor Holds before being Searched by New Isle. Though rather bewildered about being Searched, Emilla was excited about moving to the Weyr and perhapps becoming a dragonrider. She met Ranee uppon arrival here and the two girls habve become close over the past few days.
    Skills: singing, playing instruments especially the pipes, teaching, snd storytelling

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  • Candidate... -- DS, 19:15:32 04/18/05 Mon
    Kovu

    17, Male

    Hes got brown-tan skin, but its a birth color, not tanned. His hair is a messy black, reaching his shoulders(almost like a lions mane). Hes got bright brown eyes, with a thin scar across the left one vertically. Hes got a slightly arrogant stance, and looks slightly strong. Pretty handsome, to some. ^_^

    Hes a bit cold and distant, with a little arrogance mixed in. Though hes mainly a good guy, he doesnt really know how to get along with people, as hes lived mainly secluded. Hes one of those guys that would show off for a friend, and is actually a pretty good friend back. Hes very closed in, but not so much that he tries to hide from the world he just keeps a lot to himself. Hes a pretty likeable guy, though hes easily brought into betrayl and schemes of those he loves; if he knows you wel enough to trust you, he gives his complete trust. Sometimes he just cant grasp the fact that people he loves could betray him. Hes also a very big daredevil and likes to stray away from the pack yknow, likes to be independent.

    Hes pretty good with a brawl, and has good balance and coordination. Hes alright with the necissary skills, like stitching, cleaning, cooking but that doesnt mean he will. Mainly, hes a daredevil.

    Hes grown up learning every bad thing about the Weyr possible. Both his parents were dead, and he was hand-chosen at birth by the Lord Holder to be his sucessor. However, the Dragonriders were able to overthrow the cruel Lordholder, and his supporters were banished. The Lords Lady was still alive, so she took in Kovu as her own son, and took care of him. After a while, though, his kindred were attacked by angry holders that still held a grudge. Hes the only known survivor of the attack and hes now far enough away that no one recognizes him. However, he still remains alert; he was only told of the evils of the Weyr, after all

    Impression would be wonderful. ANY color though I dont think he could have the gold. ^_^

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  • Joining -- Cynis, 09:19:41 04/18/05 Mon
    Name: Cynis (kih-nis)
    Gender and Age: male, 17
    Appearance: Cynis is a youth whose tall limber body gives him a somewhat lanky appearance, emphasized all the more by his recent growth spurts that have put his height at about 6'1''. His skin is a dark mocha color that reflects his father's proud lineage, and he wears his thick curly hair fairly short, though the sheer mass of it gives him a 2 inch long halo of fuzz that remains forever untameable. His eyes offset his general apperance, the pale grey blue of his mother's geneology shining out at the world, defiant of any who insults his unique heritage.
    Personality: Cynis is a sturdy young man, capable and self-reliant, though often overly defensive because of it. He tends to be fairly skeptical of others, for even though he was raised in a very friendly fostering environment, visits from his birth mother always took place at strange hours of the evening, when they were hidden from the other members of the her Hold. He hates the fact that it has to be this way with his mother, especially when his father's side of the family was so accepting of him, and his half-brothers Dorat and Kirat took him for nothing less than their own little sibling. Nevertheless, he certainly enjoys his life, and if he takes a tad longer to trust people than the average human being, it only improves his loyalty and devotion to those he does consider a friend.
    Skills: Cynis is naturally skilled with anything endurance based and can run like the wind when he has to. He's also picked up some handy fishing, hunting, and swimming tips from his older half-brothers.

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  • Um, would like to Join -- Sylvie, 08:21:28 04/15/05 Fri
    I'm interested in joining the Weyr, so what do I have to do? Do I have to make up a character here, or wait till I'm officially part of the Weyr to do that? Well anyway, I'm interested in joining.

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  • This just had to be done, eh? -- Bomulf, 14:48:08 04/17/05 Sun
    Name - Bomulf (BOH-mulf)
    Gender - Male
    Age - 16
    Skills - Being as rough-and-tumble and scraggly as a kid can be, of course. He knows many secret nooks of the island and spends his free time looking for new ones.

    Bomulf isn't too tall, standing around 5'10, but he's got this lean and lanky look about him that makes him seem a lot taller. Cropped black hair, just too dark to be called brown, would normally hang into his face and over his eyes, slinky and long. However, he'll often wear a broad sweatband across his forehead, which makes the dark locks stick up and hang in all sorts of weird directions. He's got dark eyes, ever so slightly slanted, and pale yellow-cream skin that's browned in places where the sun normally hits, such as across his thin back. He bears a hard grin on his lips, most of the time, and has an addiction to chewing the ends of sticks. Bomulf loves new places and new sights. He's something of a flirt, but only because many women seem strangely drawn to his rather exotic features and daredevil grin.

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  • Faranth! Another one?! -- Kirat, 00:17:33 04/16/05 Sat
    Name: Kirat
    Gender and Age: male, 21 Turns
    Appearance: Like his Turn-older brother Dorat, Kirat has skin dark enough to be called ebony, though perhaps just a shade lighter than that coal-dark hue. His hair, if he had any, would be thick and wiry and curly, but he keeps his head shaved and practically polished to better stand the intense tropical summers. With deep brown eyes and startlingly white teeth, Kirat has a shadowy look to him, especially since he tends to look either serious or wary. However, due to having a very lean, clean-cut swimmer's build and being only about 5'9", many consider him sleekly handsome.
    Personality: To sum it up? Intense. Kirat is quiet and is the type to attend social events solely to watch people. His one vice is wine, and enough of the stuff transforms the solemn and observant young man into a boisterous, too-friendly guy who loves dancing, acrobatics, and flirting--usually all at once. Normally, however, he says little (but speaks honestly, if in riddles) and doesn't open up easily to other people. His brother thinks a blue or green dragon will help his personality balance out a little, and he's probably right.
    Skills: Almost as though to be his brother's missing half, Kirat's skills lie mainly in fishing and swimming, though he isn't more than capable in a boat. (He much prefers to be in the water himself, whether swimming or standing to snatch the fish that think him a random tree. >D) Other skills include various butchering, mostly of marine animals but also of herdbeasts and wherries, and skinning, though he's not good at tanning yet.

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  • 'nother canny -- El, 23:28:53 04/13/05 Wed
    We need more boy cannies. So here is mine. :D

    Name: Dorat
    Age: 22
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Dorat is very very dark skinned, almost an ebony black that makes his teeth startlingly white. He's got curly black hair that lies close to his skull. He's a bit taller than his younger brother Kirat, and stockier in build. Dorat's eyes are dark brown and very intelligent and though he looks like a linebacker, his hands are surprisingly long, delicate and nimble.

    Personality: Dorat is a stable, solid individual. He is very down to earth and good at resolving conflict. He's also, through virtue of his rather exotic appearance, usually around a great number of people who are curious as to his origins. He's also got a few babies back home with rich dark brown skin and black hair born to females who were very curious about him personally. He's not really a stud, but he won't say no to a little fun now and again. Of course, he made sure the children he sired were well off either with their mothers or fostered out cause he's you know, nice like that. He's a hunter, he loves to get on a runner, grab a weapon, and go hunting. In his old home, he raised canines and kept a pack for hunting. His mind is very attuned toward nature, and earthy things and he has a loose, easy sense of humor.

    Skills: An excellent craftsman, he can build just about anything as long as he's got all the right materials. He's an excellent hunter and has a working knowledge of most all flora and fauna on Pern, and though he doesn't relish it, he can swim and fish alright as well.

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  • New Candidate -- Rachel, 23:17:23 04/06/05 Wed
    Name: Oriana (or-ee-AHN-ah)

    Gender and Age: Female; 16 years

    Appearance: Long, golden locks hang loosely about her slender shoulders, mirrored my strong cheekbones covered with light splashes of freckles. Bright blue eyes peek out beneath thin bangs and a heart shaped face, eyes of which vaguely hold the shape of almonds. A straight-lined, slightly upturned nose and rosy red lips complete the picture of perfect innocence. Gracing her average height and equally thin form are cotton thread gray tinted shorts, and a tattered blue tank that seems a few sizes too big for her figure. Golden banded bracelets are strung about ankles and wrists, making a soft chiming sound whenever she walks.

    Personality: Fiery and at times a bit sassy, though her childish looks would make you think quite the opposite. Extremely loyal and honest, sometimes brutally so, she will not hesitate to inform you of her opinion if she feels it necessary. Although at times she is candid, she has her gentle moments, mother like in there sweetness. She never forgets a face, and loves to surround herself with friends and family. She treasures the past, but tends to live for the moment and not the future. With quite the ambivalent persona, she is anything but predictable.

    Skills: Born into the Healercraft, the young girl has an aptitude for first aid, herbal remedies, and even some surgical procedures. She is also proficient in all aspects of learning, more than once being quoted as rather gifted for her age.

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  • Number 2 of 2...after long debates -- Hype, 01:16:46 04/07/05 Thu
    ((one note: if she so happens to get the gold, if there should happen to be one, then I want Divar to get a brown or less. I'm really not sure why, but I have a strange disliking of having more than one "high ranked" color...I'm a wierdo..I also don't know why I just specified that...I really don't care THAT much...eh. lateness))

    Name: Mahiri
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Appearance: Mahiri is strange. That comes to mind when one sees the slender little acrobat with the quirky smile and bright eyes. Often mistaken in appearance as much younger than she is, Mahiri is about 5'4" and has a slender build from years and years of activity. Her hair is short and jawlength, always slightly disheveled and cut kind of strangely. She has short bangs on either side of her face, and the rest of her hair is usually kept in two little pigtails, barely two inches long, just behind her ears. Sometimes she'll wear it down, twisting thin, colorful ribbons into it for extra flair. Mahiri's hair is a rich chestnut brown, her eyes a startling bright green. She has a few freckles across her cheeks from the sun. Mahiri will wear just about any color she feels like, and never wears dresses. She is a tomboy at heart and very athletic, though she has the ability to act girly from time to time.
    Personality: From a distant point of view, Mahiri is bright and happy, cheerful and going about life with a brilliant smile and a little bit of optimism. Upon getting to know her, she reveals a fiery sort of temper alive with the thrill of competing to be the best, making witty retorts, and simply having fun and being with friends whenever she can. Mahiri can be very short tempered at times, but mostly does not hold grudges, prefering to beat the snot out of someone and call it a day. For all her slightly childish ways, she is very wise, and often offers very good advice. She is an excellent listener, but not so good at public speaking.
    Skills: Mahiri is very...acrobatic. She can flip and twirl and dance better than anyone she knows. But that never helped her much beyond traveling to Gathers and making small marks. She is very good at sewing and weaving, and is a moderately good healer. Mahiri does not know how to swim.
    History: to come later...

    (the school computers are about to reboot and I don't want to lose my post)

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  • Candidate. -- Jari, 00:39:54 04/07/05 Thu
    Name: Jari
    Gender and Age: female, 23 Turns
    Appearance: You couldn't pick her out of a crowd at a Gather if you tried. Absolutely plain. Earth-brown hair, wavy and chopped to a little past shoulder-length. Fair skin, usually tanned to some extent from the exertions of sustaining herself in the wilds. Dark blue-ish eyes, a little too dull to be called true blue, shadowed under unshaped brows and watching everything keenly. Simplistic, worn, well-cared-for brown clothing, made from wherry and feline hides.
    Personality: To look at her and to know her solitary past in the wilds of the southern continent, you might expect Jari to be a very serious and introspective individual who avoids socializing. However, you'd be wrong. Though an intensive person who isn't one to babble nonsensically, Jari enjoys company to share experiences with--her words are often rhythmic and imagery-rich, and unconsciously she'll be drumming lightly on the tabletop or her thighs to give a background theme to the stories she tells. She likes people in general, believing them to be good and true at heart, and is open and honest in her relations with them--what you see is what you get. She's practical and down-to-earth, hard to panic but relatively easy to make happy or angry. She enjoys hard work and being productive, simply because she's not accustomed to having the opportunity to be lazy or relax for more than a few precious minutes each day.
    History: To be brief, Jari has lived alone and taken care of herself since she was about 17; a friend of hers died then, taken by fire-head, and Jari's never spoken of her since. However, since she's not an angsty person by nature, few ever realize that she had a companion for some years in the wilderness. Only recently, while cooking a kill over a fire on the shores of the southern continent, was Jari found by a greenrider--Tanikli--and given a ride back into civilization on beautiful Euroth's back. Since meeting the dynamic duo, she's had something of a mild obsession with green dragons and hopes to Impress one, or at least get a green flit or five.
    Skills: Jari is skilled in the usual survival things--fishing, foraging, hunting, basic first aid, basic herbs and concoctions, cooking over an open fire, rock-climbing, what have you. However, her only notable talent is hunting--she's an incredibly good hunter and doesn't shirk from any part of the task, from stalking to the kill to gutting the beast to curing the meat and decently tanning the hide. Her only non-practical skill is playing the drums, which is where many of the skins of her kills went--she loves the pounding rhythm and is unnervingly adept at simulating events with a mere alteration of the beat (like a dragon's flight or a runner's hooves).

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  • Overly-short rejoining post.. sorry.. >.< -- J'neli and Peth, 22:08:27 04/04/05 Mon
    Name: J'neli with Blue Peth
    Gender and Age: male of 28 turns
    Appearance: A tall muscular rider with shoulder-length sandy blonde hair that's been bleached a tad lighter via his constant exposure to the sun and spray of the coast lately and a reddish tan that was likely a nasty burn previously. As for clothing, J'neli has lately just been found constantly in his riding gear sans helmet, ready to fly with Peth in an instant's notice.
    Personality: In general, J'neli is a proud man with a social side that emerges among friends. Lately however, he's been completely devoid of his usual good humor.
    Skills: The things that are taught to all DragonRiders, as well as anything that has much to do with animals, as he was raised in the HerderCraft, and has a love of all beasts, as well as an understanding of their tempers and ills.

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  • Frooom Weeeyrrr to Weeeeeyyyyr, and Down the Isle siiiiiiide! -- Kuorisse, 21:18:25 04/03/05 Sun
    Name: Kuorisse
    Gender and Age: A girl of 14 turns
    Appearance/Personality: Kuori is of an average height at 5'3'', though her thin child-like frame seems to diminish this stature, and the proportional and dermalogical imperfections of the early stages of adolescence are readily visible to even a careless eye. However, any doubts about this young woman's capabilities can immediately be assuaged by the shining green eyes behind a mass of tangled black curls constantly being tucked behind her ears, and a bright smile to reflect the youth's lust for life and insatiable curiosity. As for clothing, Kuoris only permanent item is a small, novice carving of a firelizard shes placed on a string that once belonged to her mother. As for her changing apparel, Kuori owns quite a few dresses bought for her by her faster, a well-off, and fairly traditionalistic Journeyman Healer. She generally sneaks a pair of breeches beneath them however, just in case she happens to find a tree or cliff that needs climbing. What this girl truly wants is a good pair of pants, and a chance to show that she can handle herself well in the world.
    History: Kuori was born to a woman of the Healercraft, though her birth-mother was originally from Igen Weyr. When she was three and with a new brother only 9 months old, her mother was killed in an unexpected Threadfall, and from then on, her mothers husband Nicas took over both parental roles, providing a pleasant, if sometimes hectic and always incredibly over-protective family life. When Kuori was 7, her father remarried a Holdwoman and though Avlara has never taken the place of Kuoris mother, she is certainly well loved by both Kuori and her brother, who grew under Avlaras influence as responsible and intelligent young members of Pern. Now as Kuori turns 14, she has been Searched. After a brief dispute with her father on the matter, Kuori convinced him of her safety among the Weyrfolk, and promised that she wouldnt forget to visit him no matter what the outcome of her trip to the Weyr should be
    Skills: Kuori knows first aid and some basic medical procedures, and can concoct various medicines from herbs and local plantlife. Shes also quite capable at home tasks such as sewing, cooking and basic fix-its, and can fish with the best of em ^_^

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  • Ohhh canny boyyyy, I need one of every colorrrrr -- El, 20:37:30 04/02/05 Sat
    Name: Yevgeni
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Appearance/Personality: Yevgeni is a tallish young man with fairly light skin and long agile fingers. His most distinctive feature is his hair, which shines blue black and goes to his waist, though he'll keep it up in a tie most of the time. He's quite vain of it, actually. His eyes are a warm deep blue and his nose is fairly prominent on his face. Yevgeni is a congenial young man who has an affinity for things that are no good for him. As a boy, he once attempted to raise a feline and the result was quite a few scars and a lifelesson that lasted all of about twenty seconds. Since then, his other projects that involve possible bodily harm include climbing the tallest trees he can find, diving for dropped treasures, and tunnel snake collecting. This guy just can't seem to stay out of trouble. He's usually the one who ends up taking some insane risk and gets his name mentioned in conversations as "Oh...THAT one..." accompanied by an eyeroll and a good natured chuckle. All in all, a fairly nice fellow. His life expectancy is questionable, of course.

    Candidate for teh Shrineth's clutch!

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  • If Sushi's rejoining S'sha & Co., may I rejoin Kain and Raideth? :D (Need to post her here anyway for records.) -- Kain - Raideth, 23:02:18 03/28/05 Mon
    Name - Kain
    Gender - Female
    Age - Hum.. I'll just say.. 53, I suppose. :pats her oldbie:
    Skills - She's sharding good adragonback, and is surprisingly efficient (if not extremely talented) in most all the basics (like sewing, tending small wounds, swimming and fishing, and so on) after living alone for various long periods of her life. She knows when to lead and when to submit, though functions best as a unit apart from the others. When she was younger, she had a deep and gravelly voice that was rather nice as an alto line.
    Dragon - Green Raideth is a beast the size of a small brown. At first glance, especially in darkness, one would have a hard time discerning her colour, for her hue is that of the forest in the bottom of the night. The dominating grey-green is almost black to begin with, though it noticeably lightens across her stomach and throat, and darkens upon her back and wings. Smoky grey is now tingeing the hide at her face, an eerily pale mask upon the shadows. Raideth is as gaunt as her rider, with massy wings, built for great endurance and speed but not so much maneouverability.

    Kain, to sum it up, looks like a ghoul. Her skin is tight over her sturdy bones, no matter how well she cares for her body. It is dark with a greyish and dull tan, laced with a great number of scars. Some are risen and obviously originate from Thread, back in the day, yet others some from a number of other things. One mass of particularly horrid scars mar and tangle the flesh over the left half of her face, twisting it and even showing bone in a few areas. The eye is totally gone from its socket there, but the right one glints a grey so very dark and icy. She was allowed to keep her hair through her younger riding years, only because she consistently kept it in turn. It was once dark and dull as coal, growing out of her skull ragged to begin with, and hung in charred cascades to her lower back. Yet she always kept it locked in a braid, which was in turn coiled, a tamed serpent, above the nape of her neck. Now the pure black is sliced with wings of shock-white and various greys, most strongly at either temple, further proof of her growing age. This bedraggled and tatty appearance might lead one to believe she had a dark past, or that she has a violent and nasty nature, but her true self belies this. Kain is quiet, and stoic. She speaks so little she's oft regarded as mute. Even when she's outright addressed, the grizzled old rider will sometimes not respond or hear, for she's so deep in her observation and musing. Kain is surprisingly selfless and loves to share her knowledge, if she deems the receiver worthy. Coupled with her silence, this makes many people who don't know better think her slow. Just the rock, the dazed and possibly senile greenrider who's seen better days. This is *not* so. Kain is fiercely intelligent, cynical, and cool.. but still in a helpful way. Overall, she's extremely layered. The words stable, silent, and cold best sum her up overall.

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  • Gods, I can't help it, I'm rejoining my old three... -- Sushi, 16:01:57 03/28/05 Mon
    Name: S'sha (with gold Kylith, flits gold Korea and blue Archallo)
    Age: 41 or so (omg. =O_O=)
    Gender: female
    Description: A tall, muscular woman, S'sha is tanned and toughened by nine years of hard work in salvaging what people and materials she could from her old Weyr (where she was Weyrwoman) to New Isle. Her wild, curly red-brown hair brushes her shoulders and is usually tied back, and her eyes are blue-grey, often becoming more grey as emotions intensify. She prefers casual but sturdy clothing and detests any sort of gown or skirt. She's cheerful despite the odds, prone to taking charge when the Weyrwoman isn't around, and usually very capable in anything she tries her hand at.
    Skills: She knows the basic Teaching Songs, she knows some first-aid healing from Ginny, and of course, she has many years experience as Weyrwoman. She also has extensive knowledge on how to treat Threadscores on both human and dragon.

    Name: T'yin (with green Viouth)
    Age: 29 yrs
    Gender: male
    Description: A little taller than average and slender, T'yin is a very quiet person, pale-skinned and with sandy blonde hair and pale, crystal-green eyes that often seem sad. Nonetheless, due to his years working beside Ginny, K'ith, and S'sha in saving as much of Pern as they could and helping rebuild New Isle the first time, he has gained strength in both body and mind. T'yin is quiet, very much reliant on his strong-willed green lifemate, and a good teacher to those who listen, be they Weyrlings or not.
    Skills: He can teach Weyrlings every single thing he's ever seen/learned/heard from any Weyrlingmaster, due to his memorizing of said lessons; he's also a fair healer for beast, human, dragon, and flit alike.

    Name: R'nos (with brown Leth, flit brown Tizz)
    Age: around 36 yrs
    Gender: male
    Description: A bit taller than average and very heavily muscled, R'nos sports the casual attitude and lazy grin of most brownriders. However, he's quite devoted to his dragon, his fellow riders, and his Weyr, and his good-natured charm and wit often lighten up a dreary day.
    Skills: Thread-fighting... he's also good at working with herdbeasts, sailing, and fishing.

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  • Joining a Candidate! -- Sushi, 22:44:32 03/31/05 Thu
    Name: Sanna

    Gender and Age: female, about 18 or 19 Turns

    Appearance: A little bedraggled from her recent raft trip across the unpredictable ocean, Sanna's stained and patched brownish hide clothing--sleeveless shirt and calf-length leggings--are still damp, sandy, and ragged. Fairly tall for a woman at 5'10", she stands proudly, lean and rather uncurved but mostly built of toned muscle. Her face is plain, features slim and refined, straight hair longish and uneven from too many hacks with a blunt knife; most men wouldn't call her beautiful, but neither is she ugly. In color, she mostly resembles her biological father (or so she was told as a fosterling): storm-grey eyes and black hair with naturally bronzed skin. All in all, she looks like she's been living in the wilderness for Turns--which she has. ^^;;

    Personality: Sanna is rather quiet, a thinker as much as a doer. Highly intelligent and analytical, she has a knack for calculating ways to solve problems, and she has a tendency to overanalyze situations and worry too much about possible outcomes and consequences. (Of course, this means bad things rarely catch her off-guard, though.) Something of a dragon and Weyr admirer, due to a dragonrider friend, Sanna knows most of the lore concerning the Weyrs, as well as many practical aspects of them--mending riding harnesses and oiling dragons, for example. Courteous but still firm in her words, Sanna is accustomed to taking charge to get things accomplished, though she's far from a dynamic leader; however, she's happy to play right-hand woman to a more people-inclined person, as she tends to like her solitude too much to ever want a permanent leadership position. And, in the midst of it all, Sanna still likes the simple things: watching the sun rise alone in the drum heights, walking in the surf, caring for inside plants. When overwhelmed with stress, worry, or a bad situation, she tends to retreat into solitude and enjoy those things--she's not above fleeing temporarily until she can regain her head.

    History: Born the daughter of a dragonrider, Sanna was immediately put into the fostercare of the Igen Holder family, seeing as her parents had befriended that royal family some years past. She was raised as one of them, seeing as her biological parents never informed the Weyr or their fellows of her existence, and called the young man who would have inherited Holdership her brother (even though she didn't call the Lord and Lady Holder her mother or father). Her life was rather plain, even after it was explained to her who her biological parents were and what they had done, and she only really remembered the names of her parents, rather than the descriptions of them, being rather young. Once Thread returned and the very earth beneath became unstable, Igen Hold emptied except for a few stragglers who refused to leave--Sanna was accidentally left behind, having gone on one of her typical day-long inspections of the lesser Hold duties and gotten trapped when an earthshake trapped her in the deep of the Hold. She was dug out a few days later by a bluerider who had refused to flee the area with everyone else: his name was P'mal, his dragon Creneth. For the next few uncertain Turns, he took care of the young teenager, teaching her the more practical skills that she hadn't learned as a Holder's surrogate daughter--hunting, weaving, the like. He also taught her dragonlore, enriching it with tales of his own experiences, as he was no novice to life. Then, the one or two people that they kept contact with began spreading rumors of a rebuilt Weyr, and P'mal and Sanna immediately attempted to find it--P'mal to have a home, and Sanna in hopes of Impressing a dragon so that she, too, could experience the wonder that P'mal told her of so often. However, caught in one of the storms, Sanna and P'mal were separated. After a Turn or two living alone, barely surviving day to day, Sanna built a raft and escaped the tiny islet on which she'd been stranded and reached Benshing Island. Ta da! ^^;;

    Skills: Having been fostered and raised in Igen Hold, Sanna has some basic Holding skills--managing drudges, cleaning and cooking (or supervising those), making sure little things that keep a place running are done regularly (replacing dimming glows, feeding the canines, checking for bugs in the gardens and groves, etc). She's also, through the kindness of the Lady Holder, been moderately introduced into the wider-ranging basics of running an entire Hold, all the way from politics and trade to inside social skills and "proper manners". However, after Pern became an inhospitable place to live for those without wings or access to them, Sanna's learned quite a bit more about very base survival skills such as hunting, fishing, weaving, mending clothing, and rudimentary first-aid. Also, through teaching of a dragonrider friend, she's learned the basics of dragon care and maintenance.

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  • My male Candidates, with a female on the way later. -- Uamaro; Lemeak; Finlaur; Geonen, 19:47:04 03/31/05 Thu
    Name - Uamaro (oo-uh-MAHR-oh) (I think it would shorten to U'maro.)
    Gender - Male
    Age - 20
    Skills - Uamaro can cook a fine meal, and is often in the lower caverns, whipping up dishes for off duty riders with the drudges. His brute strength is something of a skill. It's come in handy a number of times in the past. He's also very subservient, which various leaders find useful. Though it may not appear it, Uamaro has a gorgeous bass growl, which can sometimes be heard floating from the kitchens at night.
    Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. After some conversations with various riders, talking about Impressions and their dragons, Uamaro decided he could try to Impress, himself. One such rider, a Searchrider, thought he'd be able to do it, and could help out quite a lot adragonback.

    Uamaro is built solidly, to say the least. A bear of a young man at 6'5", though weighing easily two hundred pounds. He has limbs like tree trunks, oozing with corded muscle that he'll lazily show off, when he feels like it. He's unusually dark of complexion, bearing olive coloured skin. This is coupled with deep, dark eyes and hair, which hangs limply to his chin, tucked behind either ear and bearing no bangs to speak of. It's pretty thin and ruly, though he's considered shaving it off just to get it out of the way. His features are chiseled and a little hawkish, though most people don't notice the face, being too preoccupied with arm and chest. Along that note, he is a fond lover of sweets and bubbly pies. This can be discerned by the slightly bulging belly. Despite it's slight flabbiness, his stomach is still rock hard. Uamaro also tends towards laziness, unfortunately. He enjoys to sing and cook, but he'd rather lay himself out on the sunny beaches, dabbling his toes in the surf, and just watch the firelizards nesting around him as he drifts off to sleep. Uamaro is extremely helpful when he's motivated (or ordered), always sacrificing his own time for the welfare of others ('Here, you look tired, let me sweep the cavern.' or 'I can wash the dishes after you, don't you have a son? He'll be wanting you back by now.') He feels that the more work he does, the more justified his laze-time is. The problem with this is that he's also sensitive, and gets easily confused by mean or spiteful behaviour. And, also, the hard and simple truth is that he's not the brightest glow in the basket, though he's far from 'dull'. He never shows much of an interest in girls, though he doesn't show one in men, either.

    Name - Lemeak (leh-MEEK)
    Gender - Male
    Age - 17
    Skills - Lemeak is a healer, and is always on duty looking after sick riders, their dragons, and even their firelizards. He knows what he's doing, but his snide face and conservative nature lead many to think him a sourpuss, and they aren't so fond of him.
    Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. Lemeak honestly doesn't know why he's going, other than a passing suggestion from a bluerider he'd worked on for a while. It was the common though of the other healers that a dragon, especially a green, might cheer him up and help him discover himself.

    Lemeak is a rangy young man, waspish of face and sneering of expression. Though it looks like something is perpetually stinky around him, it's merely a quirk. His hair falls in fluffy, pale blonde locks about his head, with prominent, sectioned bangs in the front, with the rest combed close to the skull. It isn't very long, but it's soft. Both eyes are cold hazel, slightly mixed with a pale grey, giving them the look of moonlight on mossy wood. Lemeak hates eye contact, though, and you'd be lucky to catch a direct glimpse of those eyes, set in that thin, delicate, pale face. The boy's not *very* tall, but nor is he short, standing at an average 5'7". In all truth, he's more withdrawn and to-himself rather than outright bitter. He has a very fluctuating personality, and is on his lower level very confused about his true nature (sexuality, morality, philosophy, etc). Lemeak has difficulty being sensitive towards other peoples' problems because of this ignored internal dispute - he watches out for himself, but he won't let his healing talents go to waste. This is why his healing talents are limited, at the moment. He can cure a body of its illness or bruises, but can do little for a patient's traumatised or aching mind.

    Name Finlaur (FIN-lawr)
    Gender - Male
    Age - 23
    Skills - Finlaur is all about athletics. He was a runner, and is an expert on his feet. He's healthy and able to work for very long hours, though he's poor with his hands themselves.
    Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. After he came to Benshing Island, Finlaur didn't know what to do with himself. Back on the mainland, runners were good to have aplenty, for sending messages between holds and Weyrs, or alerting them when Thread began to fall. But Benshing Island had the majority of its population located in the Weyr, where news traveled like wildfire, making his work all but obsolete. Most everyone was a rider, as well, and he thinks that if he Impressed he might be of more use as a messenger.

    Finlaur stands at an even six feet of tanned, toned, muscle. His proportions are just right though his legs are a spot on the long side. Admittedly, Finlaur spends a lot of time basking on the beach to keep his lush golden-brown complexion. Hes almost warm to the touch. His face is sculpted, and neither fat nor skinny, bearing two warm green eyes that are oft alight with pleasantry and laughter. Thick, wavy locks of copper-orange are worn long, yet clasped into a little tail at his nape. He greatly enjoys his hair to say the least. Finlaur, overall, is vain. The little ruffle in his tunic? Straightened out. One thread out of place? Snipped it. Perhaps this is due to his desire to appeal to the opposite gender. Indeed, hes a ladies man, perhaps enjoying the company of women a little bit *too* much. Finlaur overall is enjoyable to be around. He cracks jokes regularly, and is sometimes regarded as a bit of a chatterbox, and he doesnt ever seem to take the hint to shut his lips. All humour is open to him violent, bawdy, sexist, whatever it takes to get a little chuckle from someone. This side of him is the bad side. Hes a seeker of attention, no matter the cost, and has almost no sense of dignity.

    Name Geonen (JEE-oh-nehn)
    Gender - Male
    Age - 15
    Skills - Working with fabrics and thread is Geonen's specialty. He used to work in the Weaverhall as an apprentice-to-be (he was very young when the storms hit first hit). He also knows a little bit about carving and blades.
    Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. He basically thinks that he can do his work as a rider, and simply thinks that a dragon might help people think better of him. Also, if he Impresses one, thats a friend that will never ever go away.

    Geonen is repulsive to many people. Hes rotund, as his work doesnt call for much physical activity, and is jibed at for it. Sand-coloured locks are curly and close to his skull, darker at the base, and hard to keep neat. His fat little face is a moony, pasty circle, with two small, watery, baby blue eyes squinting in the center of it. He seems to always have a cold, so he snuffles constantly, and hes always just a little too warm, so his pale cheeks are rosy, his wide forehead is sweaty and zit-covered, and the edges of his large ears are pink. Geonen stands just over five feet, so his unattractiveness is coupled by a short height. Truly, though he may be fat compared to the lean workers of the Weyr, hes not *too* overweight. He weighs around a hundred and sixty pounds. Unfortunately, this is all flesh and little muscle. Geonens repellent appearance is enough to give him extremely low self-esteem. He thinks very very little of his weaving talents, even when hes complimented, though he continues to work them for its the only thing he can do well. His despicably unwavering modesty is his outer shell, and it drives many people away in frustration. When someone manages to break through and tolerate it, Geonen becomes a much more pleasant figure, but extremely clingy.

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  • Here come teh masses! Re-joining one now, another re-joinee and a n00b to come! -- Kitty, 23:14:15 03/30/05 Wed
    Name: N'tek and Bronze Paluth
    Gender and Age: Male, 43
    Appearance: N'tek is a tall, muscular Rider, with naturally olive-colored skin, golden-brown eyes, and thick black hair that has only a slight bit of silver at the temples. After spending the last seven turns carefully searching all over the planet (and in various times) for any remaining survivors of Honshu, he has established himself with a very limited wardrobe. Wher-hide gear combined with either a thick long-sleeved shirt or a looser, lighter top serves as his clothing, with a few rough patches where on-the-go stitches have been placed.
    Personality: N'tek's an intelligent man, but is generally not much of a socialite unless the occasion requires it, or there is truly a reason to celebrate. He's quite patient with things most men wouldn't tolerate, but in the same instant is not afraid to draw his blade if in a defensive situation. N'tek is very much a Rider who will get the task accomplished no matter what it takes, and the only thing greater than his loyalty to the Weyr and its members is his loyalty to Paluth.
    Skills: As previous Weyrleader to Honshu Weyrhold, N'tek brings many possible skills to the table. Fighting tactics, Weyr management, Dragon care, etc. Plus, as a holdbred man from Ruatha, he knows how organize things, and has many diplomatic traits.

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  • This was supposed to be posted along with Raltyn... -- DS, 13:00:20 03/21/05 Mon
    Name:
    S'nko of blue Math
    Senko

    Gender and Age:
    Male, 34

    Appearance:
    Senko is very tall, about a head taller than his companion and former weyrmate, Ralyn. He's got dark tan skin, dark auburn hair, and chocolate eyes. His smile lights up the room, and he is very strong-looking. He's considered very good-looking to most, though not in the conventional way.
    He normally wears blue, in honor of his fallen lifemate.

    Personality:
    Senko is alot more cheery than his former weyrmate, but still has the depth of sadness of a rider lost his lifemate. He's actually very kind and understanding, and will talk much more often than Ralyn. He's very pleasant to be around, but still seems to like hanging with good ol' Ralyn more than anything else. Even after their dragons' death, they stayed together, and that's probably how they survived thus far.

    Skills:
    Senko is very good with physical labor, and odd tasks. While cooking and other 'feminie activities' aren't his thing (unlike some guys... *looks at Raly-boy*), he can heal and play some instruments, though he couldn't hold a note singing if his life depended on it. He wishes to become a Wherhandler, to join his former weyrmate.
    ((Hint: He would like a green most.))

    Family:
    Brothers (both younger):
    R'ko of brown Rikkith
    S'non of green Loveth

    Neices:
    Lamia
    Phoenix

    Nephews:
    Griffin
    S'kil of blue Abeoth
    K'nto of brown Efferoth

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  • I had to get a wher handler! -- Fat Friar, 18:12:18 03/29/05 Tue

    Name

    Ghys

    Age

    23

    Gender

    Female

    Rank

    Journeywoman

    Craft

    Wher Hall

    Originates

    CraftHall Wher

    Appearance

    Long red hair that just brushes her hips. Her skin is extremely pale, and her eyes-when you see them- are a milky color that makes you realize that she's blind. Ghys is fully five feet two inches tall.

    Personality

    Snappish, especially when she's been laughed at for being blind. She gets rubbed the wrong way often, especially about Ghysk. Some think that if the best she could do was a green, she must be pretty worthless.

    Bonded's name

    Ghysk

    Bonded's colour

    Green

    Bonded's proportions

    fully fourteen hands tall, and twenty hands long.

    History

    Ghys was born to a Lord Holder and his favorite mistress. She was hidden away when the Lord's healer diagnosed her as blind. Then, when she was ten, she heard of a need for wherhandlers.
    Pleading with her father took a lot of time, but after two months, she was allowed to go. She was trained at the Wher Hall, and bonded from a green clutch.
    Ghys learned ho to see though Ghysk's eyes, allowing her to see clearly obstacles.

    Credentials

    A Senior Journey-woman's test, high praise from Master Fres(bronze Fresk), and a recommendation from MasterSmith Hali on her dagger skill.

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  • Dreamer -- Letimira, 00:18:07 03/28/05 Mon
    Name- Letimira
    Gender- Female
    Age- 14 Turns
    Skills- Sewing, taking command
    Candidate for Shrineth's clutch.

    Letimiras eyes always seem glazed in her round, slightly plump face. Each is the colour of the moon on the ocean, a greyish blue filled with whimsy and dreams. Most of such fantasies include a bronzerider, a flower (it was usually a red one) clutched between his quintessential teeth, who would repeatedly whisk her out of her mundane life and onto the back of his mighty dragon. Oh, but sometimes she preferred daydreaming of her bedraggled bluerider, shrouded in mystery, who would be found on the shores nearby her old home. Then they would fall into forbidden love, and he would steal her into the night these are the sort of things that preoccupy Letimiras teenage mind. Hopeless fantasies of perfect riders and adventures sculpted to fit her own desire. Men that took every subtle hint and cue she dropped for them. But such was her little world, and up to this point in her life shed been protected from the one outside. The few contacts she had made with it, however, were none too fond. Outwardly, Letimira is a pretty girl standing at five feet even, beginning to fill her curves though retaining some of her childhood chub, and bearing her mothers plush hair that falls to her shoulders and tamed with a clip above either ear. Her straight locks are one of her favourite features. Theyre a colour that could be called strawberry blonde a golden colour with the vaguest touches of soft wine. Mellow as a balmy breeze. Coupled with her girlish features, shes attracted a few stares from young hopefuls each of whom was repelled by her inherently stuck up and air headed nature. Letimira, especially when stirred from a daydream, has the tendency to lash out imperiously, transforming her into the bratty daughter of a man with no power to speak of. If you dont catch her off guard, however, she can be a splendid companion. She never seems to display angst or sorrow, being lost in the clouds or cheerful, smiling, and bright of face. Admittedly, she keeps her cool in tough situations, though she has a tendency to overwhelm and take charge of everything.

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  • Joining two from the LS Board! -- C*W*, 21:42:53 03/08/05 Tue
    Name
    T'rtatus
    Age
    57
    Gender
    Male
    Appearance
    Greying hair that goes just a little past his shoulders. Mostly though, his hair is blonde/brown((think Eomer, LotR, RotK)). He likes to wear this in a runner tail. He's got a little mustache, and a small beard. ((Again, think Eomer of LotR, RotK))
    T'rtatus likes to wear close woven trousers in any color, and leather tunics dyed yellow.
    Personality
    T'rtatus is what you Yankees would call a Southern person. He's got this weird accent thing going on, and sometimes it's hard to understand what he's saying. However, he's got a multi-layer personality.
    He's a tough guy who yells a lot, on the outside.
    On the first inside layer, he's friendlier, and easier to talk to.
    On the second inside layer, he's shy and scared. He's startled easily, and his attitude proves it.
    If you get to his third inside layer, congratulations! You've reached one of the most intimate levels of his personality. He voices his concerns, his fears, his loves, and everything else when you know him on this level.
    His inner core. If you've gotten to know him this well, are you sure you aren't brown Ojeth? Only Ojeth knows him this well yet. Here is his very figber of being. And this changes constantly. It's hard to keep up with him.

    Skills
    Carving, some basic needle work, and how not to ruin food. Other than that, he's an absolute mes!

    Dragon

    Name
    Ojeth
    Age
    37
    Gender
    Male
    Colour
    Frosted bark. He looks like the bark of the water chesnut tree after the first layer of ice has hit.
    Personality
    He's got as many levels of his personality as T'rtatus, and they're mostly the same. However, Ojeth's outer shell is a little tougher than T'rtatus.




    Relatives
    Brother B'nederra, rider of bronze Kierth(with permission from the mightly Master Pup-sama))
    Half Sister(on his father's side) Fedreance, rider of green Impith
    Child D'ris, rider of bronze Obistusith((again, with permission from the mightly Master Pup-sama))

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  • Number 1 of 2 -- Hype, 00:54:59 03/22/05 Tue
    .name. Divar (dee-var)

    .age. 17

    .gender. male

    .candidate.

    .appearance.

    Divar is slightly on the shorter side of six feet, nearly there at five foot eleven inches but never gaining the last inch as years pass him by. Naturally tanned skin compliments his dark, dark brown hair and dark eyes. His hair is cropped quite short, buzzed on the sides and longer on the top, spiked up cleanly, looking very close to black unless you get nose to nose with him. Then it's brown. His cheekbones are relatively high, but not thin so as to look feminine, his eyebrows arch slightly upwards, giving him the expression of someone constantly interested in something. His chin is less defined but none the less dominant and slightly squared out as opposed to pointed or cleft. His eyes are framed by short lashes, their hue a striking deep brown, the color of a pool of choclate, should anyone ever be rich enough to fill a pool with chocolate. Moving along, his shoulders are football player broad, as he is built much like one, broad in the shoulders with a relatively slim waist and muscular legs. His arms are very well defined from years of playing games, labor and all around activity, with wide hands and not so long fingers, but they aren't short and stubby either. Well defined...well, pretty much everything really. Divare tends to wear loose fitting-and by that I mean in the legs not the waist-pants, usually lighter khaki brown colors. When he wears shoes they're always sandals: a sole lashed to his feet with leather or fabric strips, crisscrossing his feet up to slightly above his ankle. Think Greek style. His favorite shirt is navy blue and sleeveless, though sometimes he will wear other such dark colors. Divar has numerous scars from numerous aspects of life. A slight crescent shape on his back just under his left shoulderblade shows from back in his more arrogant days; he had irritated a runner, and then tried to turn and run when it reared, bring one front hoof down just shy of his spine. The right hoof connected lower, a more distinct hoof shaped scar shows just above his waistline. Scars crisscross his right knuckles, a ldelicate pattern of fine, time worn scars-he had tried to punch through a wood wall and succeeded, breaking two fingers in the process. And the final scar locates itself in a spiraling down pattern around Divar's left calf: a threadburn from back when he was a child. It is significantly faded, but still visible beneath the tan skin. Lastly, Divar has pierced his ear. (no, it doesn't mean anything!) Thinking it would be cool, he had fashioned a simple steel hopp, found a needle of his mother's, and did so. Interestingly enough (after some bleeding and scolding, among other things) he was allowed to keep the small ring...but it isn't in his ear. With the help of his father he recrafted the metal into a simple finger band, on his right middle finger. A simple reminder: don't inflict pain upon yourself. Plenty of other people will do that for you.

    .personality.

    Multi faceted. He is very warm and very loving, very carefree and completely independent of anyone else. Divare likes to get his work done efficiently and effectively, and use the rest of his time to play or wreak havoc however he sees fit. He follows his own morals, sets his own standards and listens to no one until they earn his respect, which takes quite a bit of time for most people. While open and friendly, he is not quick to trust people, another things they must earn over time. Divar's weakness is that he can be very stubborn, sometimes with a short temper and a big peeve for laziness. He loves any type of challenge, and once something is put in front of him he does not rest until he has completed his goal. A driven person, hardworking, intelligent and diligent, Divar has a very wild streak in him; he is a daredevil, and does not like it when people say he will not be able to do something. That only makes him want to do it more. When put to good use, this streak is effective: he can be assertive, can lead very easily, and is very hardworking. Put to ill use, and he will be an absolute troublemaker.

    .skills.

    Divar is relatively handy in metalworking, can train a runner with considerable ease, and is very adept at swimming and sailing. He sings, and though he is untrained he can find pitch decently enough. Never let him cook. Ever. He knows enough of healing to take care of himself if and when he gets injured.

    .history. ((this is going to be pretty brief))

    Divar was born in a small Hold that centered mostly around livestock, runners and metalworking. His father delved mainly in training runners, but was also quite skilled in metalworking, putting out small trinkets and things at gatherings, mainly for women. That and fishing hooks. Divar's father was a quiet man, preferring actions to words. He provided a few choice phrases when it was needed, but mostly raised his children with a steady hand and good actions that hopefully would lead his children to do great things. Divar's mother fussed often, helping with crops and harvesting when needed, weaving, and sewing for most of the more important people of the Hold. She fussed because she cared, and Divar often fussed back, but never being mean about it. Divare also had one older sister, gone and married with children before his tenth Turn. He did not know her well, only knowing her name was Kivalti, her husband was a craftsman and she had two little bratty boys. Or at least that's what Divar's mother always said. Didn't really matter to Divar. He was happy running around outside with the boys, causing trouble and irritaing the adults until they were sent home and punished. And then they would do it again they next day. And the next. But before that, Divar had already been introduced to dragons and dragonriders, having gotten caught during Threadfall with one of the other boys at the age of seven. They ran and dodged until they were winded, lost among tall rows of crops that were slowly being eaten away by thread and flame. Divar's companion was caught and died slowly, falling behind the panicked youth and lost in the field until nearly nightfall. Divar luckily had managed to break free from the endless fields, and unfortunately as soon as he did he was hit. The Thread curled up his calf and he shrieked; it was loud enough for a few chance helpers on foot to hear and respond, and luckily he was spared.

    Flash forward to thirteen years old, when Divar punched his hand through the wall, as yet another one of his best friends died during Threadfall, out watching the dragonriders from a good distance away. Clearly not far enough. These instances slowly began to steer Divar towards becoming a dragonrider, and he increasingly thought upon wanting to make a difference, on stopping the death that came with Threadfall.

    Flash forward again to four years later, with Divar always looking for a scout, a dragonrider, any way to get to a Weyr. And finally not too long ago he did and poof he's here.

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  • Heh, Weird things... -- DS, 15:56:14 03/18/05 Fri
    ((One: I promised myself no more char! I must own more than any other player!
    HOwever, I couldn't miss out on wherhandling, could I?
    Two: I'm at school. ^_^;; We're on the com, and it's a free day today, so...))
    (((Hey, Pup and GC! If you would read this, I wanna make sure you guys don't mind anything I put. ^_^;;)))


    Name:
    R'lyn of Syth
    Ralyn

    Gender and Age:
    Male, 27

    Appearance:
    Vivid red hair falls to about his shoulders, a bit longer. His skin is almost unnaturally pale, and he's very tall and thin, and pretty weak-looking compared to other guys. He's got dark, black-emerald eyes, which show emotion pretty well.
    He mostly wears green, to honor his fallen lifemate.

    Personality:
    He's very calm, and depressed. He lost his green Syth in a Threadfall three turns ago, so... who can blame him? However, he's finally gotten somawhat over it, or, at least enough to've accidently bonded to a wher, though he's glad he did. However, he can stand up for what he believes in, which can make him very different.

    Skills:
    Dragoncare... besides that, he's good with animals, and, um, cooking.

    Wher:
    Brown Rask

    Rask:
    Rask is very young, only about three months. A dusky bronze mainly, he's got a nice topsoil appearance, with what looks like a dust covering.
    He's very active, and very friendly, and not too well trained. That's why Ralyn's here. They've come to find some training, now. ^_^

    ((I'm posting more when I get home.))

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  • Wher-handlers! Whoot! ^_^ These two are a study in contrasts... -- LG, 20:56:56 03/11/05 Fri
    *steams* I wrote this all up, and yes, there was a lot of HTML. Then Voy threw a hissy fit, so I have to go through and strip it ALL. Since I prefer using bold tags for emphasis, and I deliberately went for lots of emphasis in Oriana's "brief" history because I was aiming for light humor, that's a lot of stripping. Forecasts says "highly annoyed" throughout the evening, with a 70% chance of "bad-tempered" later tonight....

    NAME: Hale
    AGE: 64
    GENDER: Male
    DESCRIPTION: Once tall and muscular, Hale is now a bit bowed with age, and though not frail, no longer has much strength left in him. His skin has the texture of old leather, weathered by years of hard work and coal dust, but is very pale due to his nocturnal schedule. He walks with a cane and a limp, and his eyesight is foggy, though he can still hear fairly well. His wrinkled face has more laugh-lines than frown-lines, and though they're clouded by cataracts, his blue eyes still sparkle. His shoulder-length hair is a slatey grey, fading slowly to white, and he has a neatly trimmed beard and moustache.
    Though he may not see or walk as well as he used to, and his memory fails him once in a while, Hale's mind is only slightly fuzzed by his age. He does tend to wander around in a bit of a muddle, but he's never been the brightest crayon in the box, and his sense of direction has always been atrocious, so the befuddlement is not a product of age. He's very friendly and gregarious, and though not very talkative under normal circumstances, can be hard to stop once you've got him talking about mining or whers (Halsk in particular) or reminiscing about the "old days". He hates the thought of being a burden or having no purpose, and always tries to be helpful, sometimes doing more harm than good in his quest to be useful. Though good-natured and kind, he's not the grandfatherly type, and is always uncomfortable around children, though he does his best with them. In short, he has a good heart. He also has a rather noticeable fondness for wine under all circumstances, even when you'd think it wouldn't be appropriate.
    SKILLS: Though he's not an expert in the specifics and specialties of the Craft, Hale knows a great deal about mining, and everything there is to know about handling a mining-camp watchwher. Obviously, he knows a lot about watchwhers in general, but working in a mine is the only specific wher discipline he knows much about.
    WATCHWHER: Halsk - green. On the small side, arthritic and extremely hard of hearing. Once muddy brownish-green, now shading to grey-green on head and neck, legs, wing edges, and tail.

    BRIEF HISTORY: Hale grew up in a Hold, and was always interested in the watchwher there, constantly pestering the people who tended it with curious questions. Somebody must have noticed his interest and passed it on to a queen's handler, because she personally sent him an invitation to try for an egg when he was fourteen. He didn't succeed that time... but he remained with her, learning more about whers, and obviously did succeed the next time, or Halsk wouldn't be with him. Once they were trained, he was sent off to work with the Miners, and he and Halsk shuffled from Hall to Camp for years. It was not until he was in his early fifties and suffered a painful but fortunately non-fatal heart attack that Hale reluctantly admitted he could no longer work, and he and Halsk settled down for an unhappy retirement - unhappy for Hale, at least, since Halsk has always been perfectly happy to enjoy her hard-earned rest. Then the disasters struck, and the Miners that the pair had ended up with did their best to care for him, but his health was failing in the privation, and they decided that with it so hard to find shelter anymore, he'd be better off in the warm and sunny South. The sailor they managed to find was blown off-course enroute, and Hale happily declared the deserted island they ended up on the exact kind of tropical paradise he was looking for. The sailor was all too happy to get rid of Halsk, who had taken to being sea-sick, so Hale and Halsk puttered about on the cave-riddled island until a New Isle dragonrider on patrol spotted them and had them brought to the Weyr. (To be frank, I'm not sure Halsk is very happy with having their privacy so disturbed, though she's willing to tolerate it since Hale is happier to be among people again. She also did not enjoy the boat ride to the Weyr, and Hale openly admits that while being sea-sick was, for the most part, involuntary, she probably did do it on the navigator's shoes intentionally.)



    NAME: Oriana
    AGE: 28
    GENDER: Female
    DESCRIPTION: Short but big-boned, Oriana has the strength and muscles of someone who spent her childhood tending a farmhold. Her skin is light but not pale, and her hair - cut short just below her ears - is the sort of color that's not quite brown and not quite black, and generally described as simply "dark". Her eyes are pale blue, set in a heart-shaped face, and she can certainly claim to be pretty, though her figure is too pudgy and her too small to make her beautiful. She has a jagged scar down her left shoulder, usually hidden by her shirt, but she's very self-conscious of it.
    Oriana doesn't mean to be a coward, but she just doesn't have it in her to be brave. She's not entirely spineless, but she's easily paralyzed by fear - real, physical fear, not the shyness that can cripple personal relationships. In fact, she's far from shy, outgoing to the point of overbearing and almost desperate for companionship. While tunnel-snakes and Holdless terrify her, her only great emotional fear is being alone, and she does her best to surround herself with people. Whether they're actually friends is irrelevant to her. She's extremely self-conscious of the way she looks and appears to other people, and can be very self-centered, but she tries hard not to actually be selfish. Though she tries to change, she's just a little bit lazy, enough so that she generally can't sustain the effort needed to change her behavior. Obviously, though, she has some capacity for empathy and genuine personal connection, or she would never have bonded to Orisk.
    SKILLS: A hard worker, Oriana knows a lot about the basic physical processes of farming - the plowing, sowing, weeding, and harvesting - as well as a bit about the rest of it, such as what kinds of seeds to plant when and how long to let fields lie fallow. She's also a fair hand at dying and weaving, though she doesn't have anywhere near a true Weaver's skill; it was a hobby for her, nothing more.
    *She knows practically NOTHING about watchwhers.*
    WATCHWHER: Orisk - blue. Average in size, dark purplish blue, almost indigo, with streaks of near-white on his muzzle.

    BRIEF HISTORY: Raised at a farming hold large enough to merit a watchwher but small enough not to be a full Hold, Oriana chose to hold off marriage for quite a while, until she found someone she loved. This gave false hope to Vallen, the hold's watchwher-handler, who had been deeply but quietly in love with her since mad infatuation had first blossomed when they were both fourteen. (It had matured and smoothed out over the years, obviously, but it had started as infatuation and nothing more.) If he had been brave enough to tell her, she might have found herself returning his feelings, but he was a quiet, reserved man who wanted some kind of sign before he committed his heart, and never realized that a girl who hardly ever saw them because he lived with the watchwher and was only awake at night, while she was AFRAID of the watchwher and was only awake at night, was probably not going to know him well enough to return his interest, especially since he was so good at stalking that she literally never knew he was doing it. (I never said he was bright. He was, however, rather obsessed, as you will see shortly.) The hold broke up after the disasters, though, the soil ruined by the sudden subsidence in an earthquake and its subsequent transformation into swamp. Oriana and three young farmhands, not close friends of hers but inviting her along because they didn't like the thought of a woman travelling alone, headed south in search of new opportunity, and Vallen and Vallensk followed. Silently. In the night. Like stalkers. (Which, really, they were. I TOLD you he was obsessed.) Of course, four people travelling alone, one of them a fairly pretty, relatively young woman, were very soon attacked by a large group of Holdless men, who killed the farmhands and bound Oriana, causing her a few injuries when they did so (one of them being the source of the scar on her shoulder. Now you know). They probably had something unpleasant in mind for her, but fortunately, Vallen saw a chance to be a hero for his beloved, and leapt to the rescue. Unfortunately, Vallen didn't take into account that:
    A) there were eleven of them and one of him, and he'd left Vallensk with strict instructions to guard Oriana while Vallen himself fought, and
    B) charging into the middle of a group, weaponless, while they still have their own weapons out and have not been noticeably harmed in their previous battle, but HAVE gotten their blood up, is pretty much a recipe for a butt-kicking. (I DID mention that Vallen wasn't particularly intelligent, right?)
    Anyway, Vallen ended up very dead very quickly. Fortunately (again), Vallensk took his orders very seriously, and protected Oriana. For quite a while. Until the three Holdless men not brave or stupid enough to challenge a watchwher, under orders to guard something, whose handler has just been slaughtered by its attackers ran away screaming. By now, Oriana had fainted in terror and shock, and came about to Vallensk standing over her, making distressed sounds, and licking the wound on her shoulder. After she managed to free herself from her bonds (the Holdless were not good knot-tyers and had not intended to need the ropes for very long anyway), she managed to have a few clear thoughts despite the fact that the big scary watchwher was standing there and the person who knew how to control it was dead, and decided that a big scary watchwher wouldn't be THAT bad to have around when it obviously liked her and could turn eight men into mincemeat when annoyed. (Unlike Vallen, Oriana is fairly intelligent. Not brilliant by any means, but she does have more than empty space between her ears.) So, with the combination of the Holdless mens' entire meat stock and Vallen's final orders, she managed to convince Vallensk to follow her instead of hang around mourning over the dead body of his handler. Over time, her fear receeded, she learned a bit about watchwhers (though not much, since all of it was guesswork judging from Orisk's behavior), and grew closer and closer to the watchwher. Eventually, she began to get the occasional vague sensation that she was picking up on Vallensk's thoughts and emotions - not often, but every once in a while - and managed to convince herself it was loneliness-induced hallucinations up until the point that she realized that for three days now she'd been callign him "Orisk" instead of "Vallensk", and those vague feelings told her that it was right and proper. Though she didn't have anyone there to TELL her what the names meant, the first name of "Vallensk" while he was Vallen's wher and the similarity of the second name to the first part of her own eventually clued her in. (As I believe I've mentioned, she's not exactly dumb. Brighter than Vallen, at any rate. If someone hadn't told HIM, he would never have known.) Though her ignorance was still abysmal, she felt close enough to Orisk that she wouldn't want anyone to take him away, which is probably as close as she'll ever get considering the circumstances. Due to a series of seemingly unrelated events (a la "Tess of the d'Ubervilles", for the literary nuts or fellow senior high school students out there), she eventually ended up adrift on a raft in the middle of the ocean learning that Orisk got sea-sick and that tunics did not make the best watchwher eyeshields on bright sunny days, and was picked up by a taciturn brownrider in a boat and brought to the island. Since this N'ris fellow was so annoyingly quiet and anti-social, and Orisk did not like anything related to the ocean at all, she struck out inland.

    (Yes, the fact that he was "Vallensk" and is "Orisk" now is deliberately significant of his relationship with Oriana. He's capable of a strong bond, and because Vallen was a simple person who gave his whole heart and soul to things he loved, it was a VERY strong bond. Oriana just doesn't have as much invested in or devoted to him, and so the bond isn't and never will be nearly as strong. They won't stand for being seperated, but the bond's just pretty weak. Sorry, Oriana, that's what you get for being self-centered.)


    And yes, all my watchwhers DO get sea-sick. I'm not saying it's a standard watchwher thing; other peoples' can love the ocean and adore boats and swimming if the players are so inclined. I just find it a good plot device, whether for amusing or angsty purposes, and so I'm sticking with it. :P If Mikhal's lucky, his will be a bit more water-resistant, but I wouldn't lay bets if I were you. I'm well-known for taking a gag and running with it. Well, actually I'm not, but I SHOULD be. ^_~

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  • Transfer from the LS Board and her child... -- DS & NS, 20:23:22 03/06/05 Sun
    ((NS's Char (from LS Board)))

    Name:
    Halzay

    Age:
    20

    Gender:
    Female

    Appearance:
    She's tall and thin, and very beautiful. A nice, semi-tan complection dominates her skin, and she's got shining brown eyes, which have a very tiny asian appearance. She's got thick, bushy brown hair that is almost always in the way, which goes almost to her hips, though layered so as not to get in the way of her riding helmet. The only thing that marrs her beauty is a long, not-too-serious yet still clearly visible scare across her back, which she got from her very first weyrmate, S'peer (not that he knows he gave it to her). She's very slender, and her smile seems to light up the room.

    Personality:
    While her smile can light up a room, it rarely does. Halzay is very depressed a lot, and deathly afraid of relationships. In fact, she's never in all Elizabeth's four turns of rising (in which time there were about six or seven flights) had a lasting weyrmate, though if you knew he before impression, you'd be surprised. She used to dream of settling down, until she was scarred during her green's first flight (more info in History). She loves her child, four-turn-old Salzay, dearly, though she now has nightmares of the night it happened, of the man that was her childs father. However, shes very sweet if you can break through her shell, and can be the best friend you ever had. However, she does NOT take betrayl lightly

    History:
    Halzay grew up with many friends and a wonderful family, including her favorite sibling, her big bro Benederra (or Benny, as she called him). When her brother Impressed a bronze, she was there, and she had even been present when his daughter, Cara, was born. She always envyed the family a little; she always dreamed of being a mother and having a steady and life weyrmate (one that would fly her dragon for the rest of their lives and be there in between flights).However, she never really believed she could Impress until a small voice in her head told her that green Elizabeth was hungry. After that, things seemed the best Halzay had ever known
    until Elizabeth rose for the first time
    Scared, Elizabeth had been surrounded by blue- and brown-riders, plus one bronze. She was crying, trying to pull herself back from Elizabeth, when blue Scarth caught her. While Halzay got control of her mind, Scarths Speer didnt, and shes never completely fogiven him for what occurred next. (You can figure it out for yourself, especially if you read Speers joinging post) After waking up in the weyr with him, shed left the Weyr, screaming and crying. Of course, she hadnt left before reminding the bluerider what had happened that night and blaming it on him. She was transferred immediately by the sympathetic Weyrwoman, and spent the rest of her life thus far avoiding Speer at all costs, not even letting him know hes got a child that is now four-turns-old

    Dragon:
    Green Elizabeth

    Elizabeth:
    Elizabeth is a small and agile green, with surprising stamina and endurance. Shes got a dusty, dark emerlad hide, which looks black in the right lights. Her eyes are very expressive, even for a dragon, and she was once a very entergetic (and even flirty sometimes) dragon, though thats changed. Shes now very possessive of bother her rider and baby Salzay, though she is very kind.


    People She Knows:

    Salzay, her only child
    S'peer, Salzay's father (she was unwilling), bluerider of Scarth
    B'nederra, her older brother, bronzerider of Kierth
    Cara, Bnederras daughter and her neice/godchild

    ____________________________________________________________
    ((DS's Char))

    Name:
    Salzay

    Age:
    4

    Gender:
    Female

    Appearance:
    Salzay looks a lot like her father, much to Halzays(mothers) dismay. Dark brown, almost black, locks fall elegantly to the shoulders, and the skin tone is tan, exactly like Speer. She's even got his dark brown eyes. Basically, its Speer with Halzays tall,thin form, and smallerand a girl.

    Personality:
    Salzay may look like Speer, but that doesnt neccisarily mean shes like him. Very kind, and very sweet, this little one is entergetic and childish, and adorable enough to make any angry adult smile. However, the little one stays mainly with her mother, and is very dependent of her. Which is probably for the best, as she mainly keeps Halzay too occupied to be afraid of Speers re-appearance.

    Skills:
    Though only four, shes already shown a definete intrest in dragons. She also seems to like singing very much, and some joke that shes a mini-harper.

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  • Y'know, I swore to myself, "No more dragonriders!" -- LG, 20:22:21 03/04/05 Fri
    I didn't want to go through weyrling training AGAIN. >_< I've gone through it 22 times by now - and that's not riders, that's TRAININGS. (I've played at a lot of different Pern games over the years.) After a while, it gets motonous. So when El asked me for Candidates, I said, "No!" But now I've been thinking about her request during school, and... well, you see the results. Just don't be surprised if I, or even just they, go mysteriously missing during weyrling training and show up on the last day with a disclaimer to the effect that they've been routine, quiet students in the back of the class. Because I think if I do a full weyrling training ONE MORE TIME, I'm going to go absolutely loony. Or at least more loony than I already am.

    And obviously, they're both Candidates. (Look, ma, blue-bait! *points and gestures*) Although Marja will be an unintentional one, in-character-storyline-wise. Because what Healer WOULDN'T want to have such a stellar chance to study dragon anatomy? And what would happen if a hatchling or Candidate got hurt and there wasn't a Healer on the scene? *cackles madly, plays with puppet-strings*

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  • Heh. More candidates good, right? -- DS, 18:00:52 02/28/05 Mon
    Name:
    Lyzel
    Age:
    21
    Gender:
    Male
    Appearance:
    Lyzles pretty attractive, with a tall, lean figure and slightly tan skin. Dirty blonde hair sweeps just past his chin, and sapphire blue eyes hold many different emotions, expressing these emotions sometimes against the owners will.
    Personality:
    Very kind and easy to get along with. He's willing to fight for what he believes in, and can have a fiery temper, but has seemingly unlimited patience most of the time.
    Skills:
    Hunting, fighting, and riding runners. He cooks very well, and isn't too bad a singer.
    Candidate:
    Yes. Any color, including green.

    ((Pup, GC, recognise im? Maybe the word butcher will help no one else will know what I mean.))
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    Name:
    Taryn
    Age:
    16
    Gender:
    Female
    Appearance:
    She would look today like someone of mixed races. Shes got darkish, creamy skin, and long silky black hair to her mid-back. Shes short and looks very fragile, and has expressive emerald green eyes that look almost haunting to most people. She looks very calm.
    Personality:
    Taryn is very quiet. Shes almost always calm, unless you get her angry. Though shes normally not quick to anger, shell instantly flare up if she sees anyone hurting an animal. Shell do anything to save the poor critter, and annoyed many a hunter at her old Hold for this reason. However, shes very in-tune with nature and animals, even if her people skills arent too good. Shes also a vegitarian.
    Skills:
    She can literaly charm a bird out a tree, though she doesnt have much luck with people. Animals are calmed by her, and she can almost always get along with the animals around her. They just seem to sense how much she loves them. Aside from that, she can keep a cool head through anything, and isnt too bad a cook, even if all shell make is vegitarian-safe. She also has an ok voice, though her forte would be with drawing and writing. Shes the best artist and poet youd ever find, though she barely ever shares her work with anyone else. Whod be interested?
    Candidate:
    Yes. Any color.

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    Name:
    Talyn
    Age:
    16
    Gender:
    Male
    Appearance:
    He looks a lot like his twin sister, Taryn. They share the same skin and hair, though his only goes to his shoulder. His eyes are an ocean blue, and hes about a head taller than his twin, which would make him considered normal height. He looks and is pretty strong, and appears very interested in the world around him.
    Personality:
    In contrast to his sister, Talyn is very outgoing and social, talking and getting along with just about anyone. The only thing that gets him mad is if you pick on his sister or his older brother, Lyzel. Hell fight for those two, even if Lyzel disapproves. He doesnt care too much about animals, though he loves them. He just doesnt mind hunters, and is deeply embarressed when Taryn freaks out.
    Skills:
    Just about everything. He can do chores, cook, stich, run, hunt, ride just about anything but sailing. Hes never gotten used to a boat, and can even get sea-sick.
    Candidate:
    Yes. Any color, including green.

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  • Heh. Needed to add these two... -- NS, 17:59:06 02/28/05 Mon
    Name:
    Amyr
    Age:
    19
    Gender:
    Female
    Appearance:
    Shes got silky, fiery red hair to about the bottom of her ear, and lots of freckles. Shes pretty flat-chested compared to some girls, has shining green eyes, and is pretty strong. Shes tall and kinda lanky, and also very slender, very thing. While she might not win the prize for best body, she really doesnt look too shabby, if a bit boyish.
    Personality:
    Shes a definate redhead sometimes, with quite a temper, but is one of the best friends you could find. Shes outgoing, smart, and responsible. Shell be a leader if she needs to, and has an outstanding memory. She can remember every name she hears, even if never repeated. Shes very kind and outgoing, though she will stand up for what she believes in.
    Skills:
    She can cook, clean and heal, surprisingly. Shes never been good at drawing or writing, but singings been a hobby for her. Shes always been interested in Dragonriding, but never before had been searched. Until now, that is. She loves all creatures, and is thrilled with the idea of Impressing.
    Candidate:
    Yes. Any color. (Blues are very welcome.)

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    Name:
    Amyrel
    Age:
    19
    Gender:
    Male
    Appearance:
    He and his sister look identicle (though identicles arent possible with one of each gender). While his shoulds might be a bit broader, and he may look a tad more boyish, he has the same hair, eyes, freckles, and main body shape as his twin. They pretty much cant be told apart.
    Personality:
    If there were any twins more different from Amyr and Amyrel, itd be hard to find. While his sister is so outgoing, hes deathly shy, and will hardly speak a word. Youd think he was a blonde or something, because hes got no temper whatsoever, and is desperatly afraid of being a leader. He just doesnt believe hed fit for the job. Hes got really low self-esteem, and a faulty memory; itll take him a few tried to get names strait. Hes very much a boy whod just like to crawl into a corner and talk to himself, even if Amyr wont let him.
    Hes got an absolute phobia of felines and tunnelsnakes, and a slight phobia of runners and canines. Hes also got claustrophobia and silence-phobia(whatever thats called). However, dragons and flits are precious to him. When he was searched, he was quite scared, because even the most wondrous of creatures frighten him at least a little, plus he wonders what dragon would choose a weakling like him?
    Skills:
    Eh. He cant do much, really, except write and draw. Since he stays mainly within his mind, hes lost a lot of sense between his world and the real world, so often he writes and draws things very different. Though, to fool all others, he can see this boundry between worlds, and can create very real paintings, if he so wishes.
    Candidate:
    Yes. Any color, including green. (Actually, I/he might prefer green)

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  • Little family renewed... -- NS and DS, 17:54:30 02/28/05 Mon
    ((Heh. See what happens when NSinvites me to come visit? He insisted that he also adopts Sitara's other siblings, and then goes and writes up a joining post for both of us! Anyway, I, DS, only own Sitara here
    And I (NS) own the other three. =P))

    Dvon(bronze Xenzatoth) (NS)

    Male, 23

    Dvon has olive colored skin, with beautifully colored hazel eyes. Well musceled and tall, with dark brown hair and a lopsided grin which never seems to fade from his lips.

    Besides a stunning physique, Dvon is also strong in mind and spirit as well. He is never shy, usually opiniated, but a pleasure to hang with. He is an all around great guy.

    Dvon, being the sturdy type, is a rather good fighter. He can hold his own with a sword, though never formally trained. He is also a fairly good in carving.



    Vtan(blue Voltaith)(NS)

    Male, 22

    Vtan, the second oldest of the four, is more or less looking like the rest of his Runner family. Althought he and Dvon share a different mother, who passed away long before all of the children's father met Sitara and Mel's birth mother. Anyway, Vtan and Dvon are quite close looking, Dvon having the advantage in height of course, Vary being younger and all. His hair is black however, and naturally straight. It is long, and when not in his customary ponytail, it hangs losely on his shoulders. His eyes are hazel with just a tint of bright green. He's a bit more slender than his brother, but that of course makes for a good Runner. Vary might have a quite disposition, but once you get to know him, he's a pleasure to be around. He can usually be found looking out for his younger sister, Sitara.

    Sharing the musical skill of the rest of the family, Vary excells in singing, althought he has a deeper voice than the others. Like his brother Dvon, however, he is a skilled fighter, and decent carver to boot.



    Sitara(green Kilanakath)(DS)

    Female, 21

    Sitara is shy and quiet when meeting new people, but in truth she's a bit of a wild woman. She spends most of her time outdoors watching the dragons fly by overhead. When she's not doing that she's playing her harp and writing songs, she has an angelic voice.

    Sitara, like her older brother, has olive colored skin and a mix of black and brown hair. Her eyes are brown with a little hint of green, and she looks pretty beautiful.

    Creative, yet logical...Sitara can solve any problem in a matter of seconds. She has a nack for getting in and out of trouble. She is also a talented musician and singer.



    Melynda(green Carisath)(NS)

    Female, 20

    Mel, like the rest of her sibblings, has brownish black hair and tan olive skin. Her eyes, however, have a radiant blue color to them. Her hair is also, oddly being that neither of her parents share the trait, usually seen in little ringlets. However, being not fond of out of control hair, it is usually in small numerous braids. She was tall and slender, like the rest of her family, though not as tall as the boys. She was a bit restless on her feet, and can sometimes be impatient, but a darling nonetheless!

    Like her sister, Sitara, Mel performs a rather beautiful song from time to time. Coupled together they are to be considered as some of the most beautiful voices in New Isle Weyr. She is also very ambitious and good with the flute.

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  • OK, hard as it is to believe, I made these up when I got him. I needed to see what he looked like. And it occured to me that I never put them up here... -- Grasscat, 14:45:19 02/15/05 Tue
    Name: G'rein

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Grein is tall and gorgeous. His dark blonde hair is always charmingly wind-ruffled, and his brown eyes are soft and dark. Hes incredibly good looking, with rather refined features, a very nice body (if a little on the skinny side), and generally nice everything.

    Personality: Reckless and headstrong, Grein is very passionate abouteverything. He puts so much energy into things that you cant help but realise that hes trying, and he is a very nice person. He speaks his mind at all times, and you will never meet a more amorous greenrider. True to his dragons own love for mating flights, he is very rarely without a bedmate and he isnt all that discriminating. If he was a girl, and in times now, youd call him a slut. But he isnt.
    (Just added: He is currently weyrmate to Xthrall of blue Golgith, so hes off limits until further notice!)

    Green Grenith the flirtiest green around.

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  • OK, hard as it is to believe, I made these up when I got him. I needed to see what he looked like. And it occured to me that I never put them up here... -- Grasscat, 14:44:10 02/15/05 Tue
    Name: G'rein

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Grein is tall and gorgeous. His dark blonde hair is always charmingly wind-ruffled, and his brown eyes are soft and dark. Hes incredibly good looking, with rather refined features, a very nice body (if a little on the skinny side), and generally nice everything.

    Personality: Reckless and headstrong, Grein is very passionate abouteverything. He puts so much energy into things that you cant help but realise that hes trying, and he is a very nice person. He speaks his mind at all times, and you will never meet a more amorous greenrider. True to his dragons own love for mating flights, he is very rarely without a bedmate and he isnt all that discriminating. If he was a girl, and in times now, youd call him a slut. But he isnt.
    (Just added: He is currently weyrmate to Xthrall of blue Golgith, so hes off limits until further notice!)

    Green Grenith the flirtiest green around.

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  • 'nother one -- Aylana, 15:29:50 02/03/05 Thu
    Kyrii

    That's me...

    16

    I'm average age...

    Femme

    Don't you forget it...

    She has dirty blond hair and sea blue eyes. She's tall and skinny, her hair a little past her shoulders.

    You should remember that..

    She's very...Well, I shouldn't say evil, because she's not. She won't let anyone take control of her; higher ranker or not. She's nice to her friends, so they don't have to worry. She loves company, and hangs around her friends a lot. She also loves the beach. Swimming, sunning/tanning, or just walking around.

    I'm very mellow...

    She has a nac for swimming, singing, and running. And chatting. =p

    I have lots of skills...

    Impress? Of course! That is what she wants to be; a dragonrider. ((Blue, Gold, Green))

    I adore blues....

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  • One Last Transferred Rider! -- DS, 16:56:42 01/31/05 Mon
    ((Sorry! But, since I had origionally made him as a brother to my rider R'ko here, and the place I joined him didn't reply to me once I joined him and all (it was a PBeM), I wanted him here. Hope no one's annoyed with all this transferring. ^_^;;))

    Name:
    S'non

    Age/Gender:
    27, male

    Appearance:
    S'non is short, at least a head shorter than some of the somewhat-tall riders. He's got pale skin, and is very thin and slender. He's got shining green eyes, and wind-swept hair. The coloring of the hair is a brilliant blonde, with subtle bits of red and brown, though barely noticable. He looks fragile and angelic. He's normally found wearing a green tunic and shorts, exactly matching his eyes.

    Personality:
    He barely ever talks. The look in his eyes shows a fear of people that seems unending. He's very shy, and only speaks to his beloved dragon. He is actually very sweet; the most gentle of guys. However, he's too scared of people for anyone to know. He seems to be especially scared of blueriders, suggesting some kind of weyrmate problem.

    Skills:
    Dancing, singing, drawing... anything artistic. He's also a good writer, twisting words to his will beautifully. None of these amazing talents, however, are known. He can also cook and clean well.

    Dragon?
    Green Loveth, 3 turns old

    Loveth?
    She's a very light blue, looking actually more of a silver color with green highlights. She's pretty small, but lovely, and has a very feminine look to her. She's a wondeful threadfighter and flyer, and an ever better friend. Very kind, very gently, alot like her ride,r only not afraid.

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  • Bronzie Transfer! -- NS, 17:15:13 01/27/05 Thu
    *Name: N'kat

    *Age: 30

    *Gender: male

    *Impress: Bronze Verealth (7 turns old)

    *Personality: Nkat has a shining personality. He is very kind, and will normally help anyone he can. He is very bright (as in smart) and can usually solve any problem faster than others his age. He loves animals, especially dragons and other such creatures. Hell do anything for any animal, be it dragon, wherrie, or even feline! However, hell always be cautioned when working with such creatures; hes no dimglow! He has trouble fitting in, however. When the Harper that taught you was constantly complimenting you, your chances of fitting in, even later in life, are just about 1-999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 However, he has some short of calm, sweet air to him. People just enjoy his presence. However, no one really stays with him long. For as long as he can remember, he never had a true friend.

    *Appearance: Nkat is about 4'11, height always being something he was ridiculed for. Hes got dark red hair with black natural highlighted areas. His hair is very unique; in the very back, its just tickling his upper-middle neck. However, as it comes across the side of his head to his face, it slants down, getting steadily longer until it stops, rich red hair in the longest part reaching a bit below his neck. His skin is a creamy whitish color, which doesnt burn easily. He has wide, inquisitive eyes that always seem to be thinking about something. They are also very exceptional. They start a deep, midnight black, the outer edges being the darkest parts. However, they gently turn lighter, and somehow turn to a light gold-crimson. They seem to always understand you. He is very slender and skinny, making him seem less strong than he really is. Of course, he isnt the strongest, but he can defend himself if (and when) the need arises. He is skilled with the sword, though he will not attack a human. Not even to defend. Hed rather die than ever hurt a human being on purpose, even for defense.

    *History: Nkat came from a far away Hold, where he was the least liked child there. He was short, weak, and smart. Just the wrong short of kid for his Hold. The other kids would often pick on him, and after the teachings from their local Harper, theyd corner him, drag him to a nearby Cove, and beat him. He was just an unwanted kid. He never came home, because his parents were abusive as well. Theyd not wanted a child, and always got into fights, releasing their steam on him in an abusive way. So, he simply didnt come home some days. However, his abusive treatments didnt stop him from being smart, kind, and forgiving. Also, the beatings he got have increased is endurance and stamina at an unbelievable rate. He was able to escape bullies and his parents with his cunning sometimes, but then, when they did get to him, he was hit even harder. One day, when he came to class with a large bruise across his cheek, the Harper finally asked him to stay after school. He trained for five turns after classes in the art of defense. However, this didnt really help. There was one lesson he couldnt learn: how to actually hurt another human being.
    Then, one fateful day, a search was conducted at his small Hold. He was searched, and his parents signed his release slip without telling him. The whole Hold didnt think hed ever get a dragon, but stay there as a drudge. They entertained this thought with much pleasure, and sent him off with the search dragon, to the clutch at Telgar Weyr

    Where he impressed Verealth, his first friend. verealth has always had a sparkling, healthy hide, and, in contrast to his rider, is very large, almost queen-sized. His shining personality made him the best friend N'kat could ever have.

    ((I DID transfer him from Cyead, just so ya knows. Evelance, too. I got her from DS, who wanted me to transfer her. Ok? Ok.))

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  • Transferred Rider -- Nitesun, 17:07:58 01/27/05 Thu
    You will never be strong enough

    Evelance

    You will never be good enough

    16

    You were never conceived in love

    Femme

    You will not rise above

    Pure white skin, pitch black hair, and icy blue eyes. her hair reches mid-back, and is almost perfectly strait. Her outfit is described below. She's got a veyr indifferent look, and seems like a tuff-girl. she looks very menacing and dark, kind of like a Pernese equivalent of Goth.

    Theyll never see

    An outcast, she likes to remain the quiet one who is separate from the group, different from all the rest. She was mistreated badly as a girl, and this is how she turned out. She has no friends. Shes given up trying to fit in, and instead follows her own style. Shes taken a kind of tight red tunic and some comfortable black pants and made her own look, much different than those around her. Shes just an outcast, a lone star in her sky. She was once, and still is a bit, a kindred spirit on the inside, and fiercely loyal to her friends, but a few long years of her life changed that. Her wicked past certainly made a mark on her. Shell more easily make friends with a girl, if anyone, and rarely has a boy ever gotten more than just a passing glance from her. Shes a bad girl, if ever there was one.

    Ill never be

    Shes wonderful with angst. Anyway, she can cook and clean, though she never does. She can sing wonderfully, but her songs are of despair and betrayal. And shes pretty good with animals, though she stays secluded even from them. Her name is death with a weapon, though she hasnt killed anyone. Yet.
    (Joke aside, shed never really kill anyone or anything. Maybe a bicker here, a fight there, but never death.)

    I struggle on and on to feed this hunger

    She came from a far off hold where she was treated badly. No one knows why she was hated so, but she isnt about to tell anyone. It is believed by her specific distaste for boys, though, that a man has been cruel to her in the past. She seems to have many conflicts with her parents as well. Not much is known about her, but then, no ones tried to find out.

    Burning deep inside of me

    Rumor has it that she was not supposed to be born. Her mother, 13 turns at the time of her birth, refused to have anything to do with her. Her father kept her for about 14 turns, however she soon left him. He supposedly abused her during this time. Shes had 12 foster homes in the 2 turns, and now shes come here. Its also said shes thinking of Impression.
    She has verified none of this, however.


    Trust in me and I'll comfort you...

    Darlith

    I have lived and I've died for you...

    Blue

    Abide in me and I promise you...

    Pretty young, but an adult. Very light hide, almost white. Very thin, and slender. Has long wings, and dark eyes. Very much like his rider, but not as harsh.

    I will not forsake you...

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  • My little fmaily of three! -- DS, 11:46:00 01/23/05 Sun
    Name:
    Lamia

    Nickname:
    Mia

    Age/Gender:
    16 Turns, Female

    Appearance:
    She has jet black hair that will not obey anyone. Never has it been completely neat, always messy. Her hair is straight(or, as strait as she can get it), and comes down a bit separetly, in a wind-swept type fashion. She's got semi-pale skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. She's semi-tall, and slender; she's thin, but not overly so. She beautiful, but not stand-out beautiful.

    Personality/Skills:
    She's normally quiet and shy, but lately she's been standing up for her younger siblings. As the oldest, she strives to take care of them, remembering the promise she made long ago to their mother, that she'd make sure no harm came to the younger ones. She's remained true to her word, and would do anything to make sure they all remain safe and together.She's very responsible this way.
    Aside from her responsibility, she loves to see how things work. Anything will do, from a flamethrower to some glows to the cooking ovens in the kitchen. She loves to see what she can do with it all, and make herself. This way, she's a very fun person to know.

    Impress?
    Maybe one day...
    Gold(as I can always hope) or blue prefferably
    _________________________________________________________________________________Name:
    Griffin

    Nickname:
    Grif

    Age/Gender:
    14 Turns/Male

    Appearance:
    He's a bit short for his age, with the same black hair as his older sister. Grif's hair is short, about a normal boy's cut, and not as messy as his sister's, though mainly the same texture. He looks alright for his age, but not very strong. He's not the kind of boy that looks like he runs or works alot. His hazel eyes are always squinted a bit from all the reading he does, and he normally looks with an intrest of the world around him that can be rare in teens these days.

    Personality/Skills:
    He is very bright, and loves nothing more than to read anything, from the old records in the Weyrs to simple letters his parents kept. And, surprisingly, he can remember EVERYTHING he's ever read or heard. He can be very useful as a resource. However, he can be VERY shy. He'll talk to Mia and Phoe, but anyone else will most likely need Mia to introduce him first. Anyway, he's not the most physically fit, but he's a good runner, and is good with most animals. He's a very good friend, and a friend for life. However, this also can make him easily betrayed at time,s which he does NOT take lightly.

    Impress?
    Maybe one day...
    (No preffered color. I'll even accept a green. ^_^)
    _________________________________________________________________________________
    Name:
    Phoenix

    Nickname:
    Phoe

    Age/Gender:
    2 Turns/Female

    Appearance:
    Phoe actually has red-ish hair, in contrast to her older siblings. She's got light skin, and big, hazel eyes. She normally wears a dress her mother gave her, which was once white with blue flowers, but has faded into a still lovely blue-white. She's very small for her age.

    Personality/Skills:
    Phoe is a very sweet baby, who mostly speaks in her own little language. Her siblings are the only ones who understand her. She likes Grif to carry her most of the time, but she won't object to Mia, or just walking. She hates anyone else to hold her, though. She's recently taken an intrest in different foods, and loves to bite. Some might say she's at her teething age. Mia and Grif say she's at her teething LIFE TIME.

    Impress?
    Maybe a flit, but she's too young!



    HISTORY:
    They were raised by their mother and father in Telgar Hold, where they lived most of their lives. However, on the day Phoe turned one, their parents were murdered. They were, apparently, stabbed, and then the murderers caught the whole house on fire. Since then, it's ben fosterparent to fosterparent, but it never really worked out. They still wish to know who, or what, killed their parents. The freaky thing is, they've heard it looked like dragonfire is what burned their house...

    Their next fosterparent is R'ko, rider of brown Rikkith. He was their father's twin brother, though they barely know him. They last saw him when Grif was born, after all.

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  • I've never had a dolphineer, so he's a wanna be! -- Aylana, 18:56:13 01/19/05 Wed
    Name: Anekio (pronounced an-ek-e-o)
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male

    Appearence: He has short hair. His eyes are a sea blue, and he's pretty cute! Being near the beach/sea hold as he was, he wears shorts and a loose short-sleeved shirt.
    Personallity: He never doubted dragonriders, but he loved dolphins nonetheless. Once he saw one, he has wanted to become a dolphineer all his life! So, he hangs around the sea, adoring dolphins or swimming in the water. He's also a good friend and he seems like he's always happy.

    Skills: Swimming, running, and crafting (making things like a bow and arrow, ect..). What can I say; he was born a seaman!

    ((p.s. He got transferred to New Isle Weyr))

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  • >~< )( >~< -- Fat Friar, 19:54:44 01/17/05 Mon
    Name
    Christalinne

    Nicknames
    Christine, Chrissy, Chris, C, Linne, Inne, Alinne, Stali, Risti (I am calling her Christine)

    Age
    Sixteen

    Gender
    Femme

    Appearance

    Long, mid-thigh length red hair. She has no bangs, and her skin is a very clear, pale color. She has snappy green eyes that currently have dark circles under them. She wears medium blue dresses, with a white leather belt. Her skirt is heavily ornamental, with embroidery and extra cloth. She often wears a light red over jacket, lightly embroidered in white. Her shoes are full boots, made of black leather. It is very thin leather, with a fine texture.

    Personality
    She's a readhead. Need I say more? Well, she likes animals, but doesn't get along very well with people. Social skills? What the shard are those?

    Voice
    ^o^ Do not ask. You don't want to know. Insist? (in the background, Pup yells, "Yes!" sleep over)
    She has a very flat voice. Very unrmarkable. Kind of harsh to listen to. But her singing voice is something else entirely. Christine can sing from First soprano to tenor. If she concentrates hard, she can sing a little deeper, but it sounds really breathy.

    Pets
    Hunting bird, nocturnal. This particular one is dark bornw, with tufts of feathers on his head that look like a pair of horns. His name is 'Phantom', because when she first followed his parents to their hollow, she thought that the fledgling bird was a ghost. She was going to name the little ;snatchling' Ghost, but her mom said that another name for ghost was phantom, so that is his name.

    Jewelry
    One necklace. Silver chain, metal worked into the shape of a flower, and then the insides of oyster shells was used to cover it. It cost her fifteen marks.

    Weapons
    Like all good Pernese, Christine uses weapons. She's mastered the dagger, and the crossbow. She cannot make the dagger, but she can make a crossbow. However, her bolts are very clumsy.

    Skills
    Crossbow, sewing, Daggering, carving, basically a JOAT. (Jack-of-all-trades)

    Anything else?
    Ummmmm, she is a nocturnal girl, and is a candidate of the wild gold wher's clutch.

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  • New Charr!! -- Aylana, 15:28:35 01/16/05 Sun
    -Name: Clell
    -Age: 13
    -Gender: Male
    -Appearence: He's very tall and slender. His hair is a dark brown and his eyes are emerald green. His legs are long, so he runs very fast.
    -Personallity: He loves to hang with his friends. So, he's very "interactive". He also loves to show off, which, for some reason, he has a lot of talents to show off. But he also likes to be alone..a lot...and nobody knows why. But he can be gentle and caring, and he usually is on a regular basis.
    -Skills: His best skills are running and swimming. He's also good at making people feel guilty when they did something bad to him.

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  • Joining (with permission from the Master Pup) -- Deystar, 22:47:39 01/08/05 Sat
    Name?
    Scpio
    Age?
    14
    Gender?
    Male
    Personality?
    Strong, silent, solitary These words describe him best. Hes also independent, unique He is definitely not a peoples person. None know him too well, and he wants it to stay that way. He doesnt need the worlds pity
    Although, he may be responsible and brave, when he needs to be.
    Appearance?
    He got his looks from his father. Hes got the purest black hair, which comes down in sections, almost like little spikes or something. Hes very pale, and has redish eyes. Hes pretty tall (not too tall, though), and always seems calm.
    Dragon?
    Bronze Nazareth
    Nazareth?
    Two turns old, he is a bit small, but not too small for a bronze. His color is blacker than any other color, though. Strong, long, silent wings and dark faceted eyes make him good for sneaking around, and he can last the longest fall imaginable. The pair are extremely good thread-fighters, so are considered an indispensable part of their Weyr during a fall. Nazareth will willingly listen to a gold, but not many others can make him do anything. These two are a bit solitary most of the time.
    Any pets?
    Scpio has a large brown fire lizard, called Jerusalem.
    Any family?
    His older half-brother is Shadow, a Weyrbrat.
    Any History to him?
    He is the son of a very cruel man at Telgar Hold, the very same man who fathered Shadow. He was named Scypio, and never knew his mother. He was told at the age of 6 that she had been a teen of the age 17, and had been unwilling to be a mother. Learning a similar thing had been his half-brothers fate, he stood tall. He loved his brother, but when Shadow had been taken back by his mother three days after Scypio turned 6, he stood alone. He didnt need anyone if he couldnt have his brother. He was taken at the age of 12 to Telgar Weyr to watch the impression with his father, where bronze Nazereth, oblivious to the trouble theyd be in, chose him. Now, hes been transferred to New Isle. He has no idea the brother he wanted to be so much like is living in the same place.

    ((And, NS approved of him being Shadow's bro. He's a transfer from Sideslip, that I've been debating for a LONG time whether to brong back or not. Now, I've decided. Obviously. Oh, and NS? Congrats on FIANLLY getting Ash out here. ^_^ NI could use a bad girl...))

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