Post by mandafloon on Oct 31, 2011 18:02:16 GMT -5
Username: Mandafloon
Character Number: 1st adopted
Name: Z'los
Age: 23 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Bloody Fang Wing (I guess? Totally up to y'all.)
Status: Fighting fit and trim! Ready to go!
Appearance: He's unfortunately good looking, and he knows it. And flaunts it too. This dark-haired beast of the bedroom stalks the day and night with all the attitude of a cock in a henhouse. Always fashionable and always in the best of shape, he strikes a picture of masculine beauty...unless you're into beefy guys, or super tall guys. Then best look elsewhere. He stands a perfect 6'0", and weighs in at a whopping 180lbs., all thanks to a lifetime tending and riding his dragon. His hair is long, and never messy, falling loose about his shoulders. His eyes are equally dark, and show a depth of character and thought beyond what his flamboyant attitude would hint at. As cocky as the day is long, his look is never complete without his trademark smirk.
Of course, what many don't see is the careful pre-dawn candlemarks he spends brushing his hair, tidying his clothes, and applying a cover-up to what scars he has. Vanity comes with a price, and his is payed in lost sleep and time wasted primping in every reflective surface. He almost never pulls a sour face, even when he's turned down by a woman, but like everyone else, he looks uglier when he's frowning.
Personality: Narcissist. Skirt-chaser. Lackadaisical when he can get away with it, and prone to emotional outbursts when things don't go his way. One wouldn't go so far as to call him vapid (as he is, unfortunately all too good at holding a conversation), but there are few kind words bandied about to define this lout. Some women might find him charming, suave, even dashing in the right light, but beneath his facade of chivalry lies a core of unripe thoughts and attitudes brought on from the seed of his own self-importance. Suffice to say, he's much like a spoiled brat, but harder to scold. He does have his moments, and isn't the type to neglect himself, his dragon, and his wing duties (to say nothing of his bedroom 'duties'), but alas they are more for selfish reasons than genuine ones. And as dis-likable as he is, he gets his work done, so what can you do?
There is little love lost between him and his family. As far as he is concerned, weyr life was what he was born for. He thrives on the energy of the place, and flights especially he thinks of as mini gather days, full of fun to be had and lays to be...laid. He usually loses interest in girls once he's had his fun with them, but he's smart enough to lead them to think leaving was their idea if they try to stick around and get 'serious'.
History: He hails from the local hold, and joined the weyr the same year he impressed Meghath. His parents were decently high up the chain of command in the hold, and he was born with a sense of entitlement, and worse, freedom from responsibility. Of course, his attitudes towards responsibility (and sexuality) were frowned upon by his conservative home, and he was 'urged' to join the weyr if only to get him out of the hold's public eye and his parents' hair. He was happy enough with the change, as girls tend to be more 'open' to his attentions in the weyr, and even better, he managed to wrangle a hatchling on his first attempt on the sands. A blue, which he felt glad for, as it went along with his desire not to have to be really responsible for anything other than himself.
Following his impression he's gone through training and done his very best to avoid politics and responsibility. For a brief moment after Meghath reached maturity there was some question of if he could focus enough to be a searchrider, but once more the dragon came to his rescue. For all the beast's talkative, friendly nature, his air-headed demeanor and abysmally short memory made him a poor choice for the job, leaving Z'los as a simple wingrider for the rest of his days. And he doesn't regret it at all.
Life has been mostly uneventful since then. He's bedded a few women, but never established any solid relationships, keeping everyone at arm's length even as he flirts with them. Aside from Meghath that is. He and the blue have grown exceedingly close, Z'los finding the blue's talkative nature endearing, and the dragon thinking his rider is the wisest man in the world. They have grown to be a strong, reliable pair during fall, if no other time.
Family: Orcrin, father, holder. Leneme, mother, holder. Lesele, sister, holder. None of them really want anything to do with him.
Name: Meghath ((Adopting from the adoption page if I can!))
Age: Eight turns.
Gender: Male
Rank: Blue
Code: Cornflowerblue
Status: Ready to fly!
Size: 30'
Appearance: Meghath is a pale wispy blue, with even lighter patches of near-white splashed over his hide. He is at the top end of the size spectrum for blues, but retains the typical lithe frame and agility of all the smaller colors. In the air he blends in with the sky on a blue day, and he is fantastically graceful in flight. Sadly on the ground he is less fortunate, having the usual gawky walk of his species, plus an added dash of clumsiness, thanks to his absent-minded nature.
His wings are short, as are most blue and greens', and his tail is a shade long. Most of his length is in his tail, not as evenly distributed through the body. He has an ugly scar on one side of said appendage; an unfortunate reminder of the only time Z'los slacked off in his care, forgetting an oiling that led to cracked scales and a severe punishment for Z'los. He doesn't seem to mind it though, and occasionally sits with his tail wrapped up close and rubs at it with his claws.
Personality: Vapid, mystical, Vague, Talkative.
A chatterbox with nothing too much to say, Meghath has an unfortunately short memory, and so he often holds the same conversations over and over. At least they're unusual, interesting conversations though! He never seems quite focused on things around him, only ever showing true focus during threadfall or a flight, at Z'los' demand. He sometimes talks and acts as if he's left half his mind behind between, mumbling about things that never happened, or haven't happened yet, or just make no sense at all. It's entirely possible he just has a creative mind to compensate for not being able to remember more than a day ago with clarity, but nothing is certain.
His favorite pastimes are laying out to sun and having long-winded and rambling chats with anyone in earshot. He never becomes angry, even when the dragons with longer memories complain that they've already 'heard that story', nor is he easily discouraged. He often sounds a great deal smarter than he is, talking in riddles or about odd concepts, but when asked about them he never gives forth more information, leading some to assume he is truly just rambling to hear himself talk, and to garner more attention so he can talk even more. He's a good enough soul though, and genuinely means well.
Mindvoice: His mindvoice is soothing, though distracted, often sounding as if he is speaking over a great distance or from around a corner, or in an adjacent room. It rises and falls and varies in cadence at seemingly random, making some words seem emphasized when otherwise they would not be, but he is on the whole understandable. He always keeps a good pace when he talks, never going too fast, and rarely going so slow as to be aggravating. When telling a story he will make up different voices for the characters, and he has the eerie ability to mimic to near perfection the voices of other dragons around the weyr when in the thrall of good conversation.
Egg: Clear Skies Egg
Hatching Scene: May write this up later.
Parentage: Grenth x Enpiceth
Character Number: 1st adopted
Name: Z'los
Age: 23 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Bloody Fang Wing (I guess? Totally up to y'all.)
Status: Fighting fit and trim! Ready to go!
Appearance: He's unfortunately good looking, and he knows it. And flaunts it too. This dark-haired beast of the bedroom stalks the day and night with all the attitude of a cock in a henhouse. Always fashionable and always in the best of shape, he strikes a picture of masculine beauty...unless you're into beefy guys, or super tall guys. Then best look elsewhere. He stands a perfect 6'0", and weighs in at a whopping 180lbs., all thanks to a lifetime tending and riding his dragon. His hair is long, and never messy, falling loose about his shoulders. His eyes are equally dark, and show a depth of character and thought beyond what his flamboyant attitude would hint at. As cocky as the day is long, his look is never complete without his trademark smirk.
Of course, what many don't see is the careful pre-dawn candlemarks he spends brushing his hair, tidying his clothes, and applying a cover-up to what scars he has. Vanity comes with a price, and his is payed in lost sleep and time wasted primping in every reflective surface. He almost never pulls a sour face, even when he's turned down by a woman, but like everyone else, he looks uglier when he's frowning.
Personality: Narcissist. Skirt-chaser. Lackadaisical when he can get away with it, and prone to emotional outbursts when things don't go his way. One wouldn't go so far as to call him vapid (as he is, unfortunately all too good at holding a conversation), but there are few kind words bandied about to define this lout. Some women might find him charming, suave, even dashing in the right light, but beneath his facade of chivalry lies a core of unripe thoughts and attitudes brought on from the seed of his own self-importance. Suffice to say, he's much like a spoiled brat, but harder to scold. He does have his moments, and isn't the type to neglect himself, his dragon, and his wing duties (to say nothing of his bedroom 'duties'), but alas they are more for selfish reasons than genuine ones. And as dis-likable as he is, he gets his work done, so what can you do?
There is little love lost between him and his family. As far as he is concerned, weyr life was what he was born for. He thrives on the energy of the place, and flights especially he thinks of as mini gather days, full of fun to be had and lays to be...laid. He usually loses interest in girls once he's had his fun with them, but he's smart enough to lead them to think leaving was their idea if they try to stick around and get 'serious'.
History: He hails from the local hold, and joined the weyr the same year he impressed Meghath. His parents were decently high up the chain of command in the hold, and he was born with a sense of entitlement, and worse, freedom from responsibility. Of course, his attitudes towards responsibility (and sexuality) were frowned upon by his conservative home, and he was 'urged' to join the weyr if only to get him out of the hold's public eye and his parents' hair. He was happy enough with the change, as girls tend to be more 'open' to his attentions in the weyr, and even better, he managed to wrangle a hatchling on his first attempt on the sands. A blue, which he felt glad for, as it went along with his desire not to have to be really responsible for anything other than himself.
Following his impression he's gone through training and done his very best to avoid politics and responsibility. For a brief moment after Meghath reached maturity there was some question of if he could focus enough to be a searchrider, but once more the dragon came to his rescue. For all the beast's talkative, friendly nature, his air-headed demeanor and abysmally short memory made him a poor choice for the job, leaving Z'los as a simple wingrider for the rest of his days. And he doesn't regret it at all.
Life has been mostly uneventful since then. He's bedded a few women, but never established any solid relationships, keeping everyone at arm's length even as he flirts with them. Aside from Meghath that is. He and the blue have grown exceedingly close, Z'los finding the blue's talkative nature endearing, and the dragon thinking his rider is the wisest man in the world. They have grown to be a strong, reliable pair during fall, if no other time.
Family: Orcrin, father, holder. Leneme, mother, holder. Lesele, sister, holder. None of them really want anything to do with him.
Name: Meghath ((Adopting from the adoption page if I can!))
Age: Eight turns.
Gender: Male
Rank: Blue
Code: Cornflowerblue
Status: Ready to fly!
Size: 30'
Appearance: Meghath is a pale wispy blue, with even lighter patches of near-white splashed over his hide. He is at the top end of the size spectrum for blues, but retains the typical lithe frame and agility of all the smaller colors. In the air he blends in with the sky on a blue day, and he is fantastically graceful in flight. Sadly on the ground he is less fortunate, having the usual gawky walk of his species, plus an added dash of clumsiness, thanks to his absent-minded nature.
His wings are short, as are most blue and greens', and his tail is a shade long. Most of his length is in his tail, not as evenly distributed through the body. He has an ugly scar on one side of said appendage; an unfortunate reminder of the only time Z'los slacked off in his care, forgetting an oiling that led to cracked scales and a severe punishment for Z'los. He doesn't seem to mind it though, and occasionally sits with his tail wrapped up close and rubs at it with his claws.
Personality: Vapid, mystical, Vague, Talkative.
A chatterbox with nothing too much to say, Meghath has an unfortunately short memory, and so he often holds the same conversations over and over. At least they're unusual, interesting conversations though! He never seems quite focused on things around him, only ever showing true focus during threadfall or a flight, at Z'los' demand. He sometimes talks and acts as if he's left half his mind behind between, mumbling about things that never happened, or haven't happened yet, or just make no sense at all. It's entirely possible he just has a creative mind to compensate for not being able to remember more than a day ago with clarity, but nothing is certain.
His favorite pastimes are laying out to sun and having long-winded and rambling chats with anyone in earshot. He never becomes angry, even when the dragons with longer memories complain that they've already 'heard that story', nor is he easily discouraged. He often sounds a great deal smarter than he is, talking in riddles or about odd concepts, but when asked about them he never gives forth more information, leading some to assume he is truly just rambling to hear himself talk, and to garner more attention so he can talk even more. He's a good enough soul though, and genuinely means well.
Mindvoice: His mindvoice is soothing, though distracted, often sounding as if he is speaking over a great distance or from around a corner, or in an adjacent room. It rises and falls and varies in cadence at seemingly random, making some words seem emphasized when otherwise they would not be, but he is on the whole understandable. He always keeps a good pace when he talks, never going too fast, and rarely going so slow as to be aggravating. When telling a story he will make up different voices for the characters, and he has the eerie ability to mimic to near perfection the voices of other dragons around the weyr when in the thrall of good conversation.
Egg: Clear Skies Egg
Hatching Scene: May write this up later.
Parentage: Grenth x Enpiceth