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[/b] :: Dragon Candidate :: Female :: 15 turns :: Heterosexual :: WIP[/ul]

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[/color]h'sorn of Iron Rukevelth[/b] :: Male :: 21 turns :: Heterosexual :: WIP[/ul]

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[ivystrich]

Username: Ivy
Character Number: First!

Name: Jaen (meaning ostrich. :’D)
Pronunciation: jay - EHN
Age: 15 turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birth Season: Winter
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Wing: To be assigned
Status: Fighting fit
Play-by: Basia Szkaluba

Appearance:

Thin . Brunette . Blue Eyes . Pale . 5’7” . Strong

Some say Jaen looks a bit severe; and they’re often correct. Her face is often pulled into a concerned and serious expression, leaving many to assume she’s always extremely worried about something. In fact this puts a lot of people off, but if they’d just approach her they’d soon realize the stern-looking girl is almost always nothing of the sort. Jaen’s face is full of angles and straight lines barely softened by her flesh; high cheek bones, a small pointed nose, and dark, angled eyebrows give her an almost elfish appearance that could either be classified as beautiful or strange and unpleasant. Penetratingly bright blue eyes can be enticing or alarming, depending on her mood. It seems everything about Jaen can be either wonderful or frightening. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though, isn’t it?

Jaen’s long, thick tendrils of brunette hair are probably the only truly pretty feature she has, one that can’t be made menacing at the drop of a hat and a trick of the light. They frame her face and soften the sometimes-harsh appearance of her face, cascading over her shoulders and down to about three or four inches below her bust line. She usually wears it down, or with just the front pieces pulled back into a crown-like arrangement to prevent unruly locks from falling into her face. On the occasions that she does pull her hair back into a braid or knot at the nape of her neck, her eye-catching features are put on display without any aid in making her pale complexion and sharp face less… Well, less shocking. It may be good for more strenuous work, but she often earns a few irritatingly intrigued looks.

Jaen, like most of the other inhabitants of Solace Weyr (or any other weyr for that manner), is able bodied, strong, and physically fit. Blessed with a naturally high metabolism, she lacks much fat on her body – she often curses this… It seems weyrbrats have fuller bust lines than she does – her body is instead packed with lean muscle. Jaen’s limbs are long and spindly, with fragile-looking wrists and thin knees; the only thing that fills her frame out is her slightly broad shoulders and wide set, curved hips. Everything about her would be angular if it weren’t for these two saving graces, and while her shape is distinctly feminine, she would very much prefer a fuller frame. Jaen has learned throughout her time at Solace that her looks attract attention – often the bad kind – and it has made her a bit self-conscious. She seems strong, but everyone has his or her doubts. We always want what we can’t have, it seems. Jaen is no exception.

Personality:

Strong-willed . Afraid of Commitment . Kind . Reserved . Defensive . Witty

It’s no surprise that Jaen’s personality shocks most people who speak to her for more than two or three seconds at a time; she looks sharp and sometimes even mean, but once one breaks through the her shell – the transition from her old home at the Hold to Solace Weyr rendered her slightly shy and just a tad self-conscious – they’ll find a remarkably friendly, kind, and downright happy girl. While she may have difficulty reaching out and starting conversations on her own, with a bit of coaching her fun-loving side breaks free and those around her catch a glimpse of the loud, flirtatious girl she once was. Of course, it would be unacceptable to behave in such a way at Solace, anyway, not if she ever wants a decent future here... Weyrs are different from Holds. That Jaen is sure of.

Although there are times when the fun, giggly side of Jaen peeks through, another aspect of her personality rears its head much more often. She approaches problems with a defense strategy planned out, ready to bull her way through other’s opinions and ideas to accomplish her own goals and see to it that her two cents are given. She may not be very good at beginning social interactions, but she is certainly skilled in the art of getting her way. Her mind is quick and she can feed her peers endless reasons to follow her advice or to choose her above others, whether she truly believe them herself or not. Some might call this dishonesty, but Jaen doesn’t mind bending the truth a tad for the greater good. After all, the only way she’ll ever climb up the political ladder is by showing those around her that she can make things happen. And hopefully those “things” are positive.

Jaen was once a very trusting, loving girl who gave away her friendship to anyone who wanted or needed it. She was often the person whom her peers would go to to vent or to share something in confidence. She felt as though she could do the same with many of them as well, but a series of events that occurred just before she came to live at Solace Weyr changed her personality radically. She retreated into a shell of distrust and reluctance to comit that those she once knew would not have recognized in the slightest. This became the new Jaen, as she recreated herself for the sake of her life at the weyr. Whether this transformation was for the worse or for the better, we will soon enough discover. It is up to someone else to come into her life, break down the walls she’s so recently built up around her heart and rediscover the bubbly, lighthearted girl Jaen once was. Whoever this might be is going to have to have a lot of patience.

History:

Family:

[ivystrich]

Username: Ivy
Character Number: Second!

Name: Th'sorn ( Formerly Theodesorn )
Pronunciation: th - SOARN
Age: 21 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birth Season: Autumn
Rank: Ironrider
Wing: To be assigned
Status: Fighting fit
Play-by: Daren Kagasoff

Appearance:

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Muscular . Brunette . Chestnut Eyes . 6’0” . Sexy as Hell

Personality:

Loud . Cunning . Obnoxious . Dark-minded . Taunting . Perverted . Conniving . Flirtatious

Th’sorn’s personality is as dark as his dragon's hide. It’s really no surprise that the man turned out the way he did; who wouldn’t have come out of an abusive childhood with a few scars, physical and mental? While his skin is not too terribly marred, the possibility of Th’sorn ever reaching true mental health is very slim. His scars are in his mind. The ironrider could have been a happy-go-lucky little sport, loving the freedom of the weyr and all the possibilities life holds for him; but he isn’t. He has formed a hard shell, consisting of all the negative emotions he would have pointed inward if not for his wonderful ability to incriminate others for his behavior. No matter how awfully he behaves towards his peers, Th’sorn refuses to take responsibility for his actions. How could it ever be his fault, anyway? He and Rukevelth have got the right outlook on life, and everyone is damned.

That being said, Th’sorn is downright annoying. He makes sure his opinions are known and appreciated no matter what the situation or who he is speaking at (not to); he often gets loud when opposed or when presented with the ridiculous notion that what he thinks could be incorrect. If there’s one thing the ironrider hates, it’s being proven wrong. That’s where another aspect of his personalities rears it’s ugly head. Th’sorn will manipulate, bend the truth, and cheat his way to the top without a single drop of guilt. He hungers for power and influence (no doubt because had neither of those things well into his childhood years) and will do whatever is necessary to climb his way up the ladder. It does work to his advantage to have Impressed a high ranking dragon, although more than a few people recognize Th’sorn for the power hungry, devilish man he is.

While we’re on that note, Th’sorn makes no effort to hide his dark-minded, perverted tendencies. Even something utterly wholesome and good can set his filthy mind to work, making him snicker and bite his lip to prevent himself from blurting something out that will earn him a black eye or two. A few slaps from the ladies he can handle, but it’s when their weyrmates are around that he has to watch his tongue. He can handle himself in a fight, but his talents really lie with his mental capacities and with words rather than anything physical. He taunts those around him with his ability to turn absolutely anything into a filthy innuendo, infuriating many. More often than not, everyone within a ten-foot radius of Th’sorn (he isn’t afraid to speak loudly when he’s got a good one on his hands) has a blush on his or her cheeks. The truth is that Th’sorn would become something much darker if he didn’t have Rukevelth to guide him and hold him back when necessary. He has the potential to become a monster.

History:

Th'sorn mine... Your Rukevelth has grown weary of these inadequate folk. Take me away from this place.

Family:

Theada :: Mother :: Deceased
Kesorn :: Father :: Deceased
Kesordea :: Sister :: NPC

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Name: Rukevelth
Pronunciation: roo - KUH - velth
Age: 6 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Iron
Code: 434040 :: B53F3F :: 434040
Status: Fighting Fit

Appearance:

40’ long . Proportionate . Sleek . Tall . Long Legs . Long Neck .

Personality:

Reserved . Intellectual . Loner . Merciful . Protective

Mindvoice:

Egg:

Hatching Scene:

Parentage:

Gold Grenth x NPC Iron