Post by danaphantom on Sept 15, 2011 1:25:49 GMT -5
Username: Dana Phantom
Character Number: 1
Name: C'len
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Wing: Silent Stars
Appearance:
For as long as he can remember, people have either been telling Caelen or his parents that he is the spitting image of his father. He's never been bothered by this, proud of his parentage, with his father being a Brownrider and his grandfather a Master Smith. Caelen could fit quite well into either setting.
Overall, Caelen is a rather large man, that much can be said. At six foot one, he's definitely not the tallest, but he makes that up with the width of his shoulders. They are by far his widest point, and his body tapers down to his waist, and stays nearly stick-straight from there. His limbs, too, are rather large; stocky, but not burly nor pudgy. Big-boned perhaps most accurately describes him, as he is large but not because of excess fat.
Caelen's face is square, with a strong jaw and bone structure. His lips are thin, sitting beneath a nose that teeters on the very edge of being a bit too large for his face. Two thick eyebrows curve ever so slightly over his oval eyes, both a dark brown with flecks of amber-gold. His completion is rather smooth, and a light tan. He wouldn't look out of place farther north or even further south. On top of his head are short curls of a dark brown, gently brushing the top of his ears and his forehead, and kept in a largely uncomplicated style.
Caelen does not put a heavy focus on his appearance, but does have enough respect for himself to make sure he, at the very least, looks decent. His clothes are often plain; just simple, solid-colored tunics in earth tones, natural-colored hide pants, and work boots. When he won't need to be doing heavy labor, he will don clothes either in rich jewel tones or earth tones.
Personality:
Caelen is, first and foremost, the product of his fore bearers - the Dragonriders. Having grown up in the Weyr, he looked up to and admired the Dragons and their Riders, and tried to emulate them as much as possible. So, although he tends to stay grounded, he can, at times, get lost in what could or should be rather than what is.
Caelen is, for most part, a social person, certainly not shunning conversation. While not the most charismatic man, he can get his point across or speak his thoughts rather fluently. He's a fairly smart lad; a jack-of-all-trades (master of none), and therefore tends to get along quite well with pretty much anyone. Those that he does not get along with are never openly despised; after all, it is a Dragonrider's duty to be honorable and polite to everyone. When wronged, Caelen is much more likely to stew in his own anger than do anything about it, because retaliation is against the Dragonriders' code. Besides, the past is past, and he is quick to forgive and forget, especially if the person asks. For those who have earned friendship status, they find that they have made a loyal, steadfast friend. He sticks with his friends, and offers a shoulder or a helping hand whenever they're needed. He is, for all intents and purposes, a "big sweetheart."
A strong subscriber to the old adage "what's worth doing is worth doing well," Caelen has more than once gotten grief from his peers for not only doing his chores immediately and without complaint, but making sure to complete them with as close to perfection as he could muster. He is a bit of a perfectionist, and will pick at something until it is done as correctly as he can.
History:
Caelen was born to Brownrider C'laen and his Weyrmate, Greenrider Sera, both of Solace. They had been Weyrmates practically since Sera graduated from Weyrling Training, and Caelen was their first child. The two were so proud of their son, but with Dragons to care for, they really couldn't also care for an infant, so off to the crиche he went. But throughout his life, Caelen had plenty of contact with his parents; with Pern temporarily Thread-free, it was much easier for them to be a part of their son's life. His very young years were spent either bouncing in his foster mother's arms or his biological mother's arms.
About two years after he was born, C'laen and Sera surprised a toddler Caelen with a baby brother, Larien. Caelen was always curious about his baby brother, and often tried to help, though, at two, he wasn't capable of much. But as the two grew, they became rather fast friends.
Sera proved to be rather fertile, as it wasn't too long after the birth of Larien that she found she was pregnant again. Not having to Between so often due to the lack of Thread, she was quite capable of conceiving and carrying children to term. However, unlike her first two, her third pregnancy came with complications. As her due date approached, they found that she was pregnant with twins, one shadowing the other. The complications grew, and suddenly Sera went into labor rather premature. Confused, emotional, and hormonal, her Green rose at the same time, which coincided with a Silver's. The much smaller Green ducked between to avoid the wrath of the queen, only she never returned. Suddenly lost in her own mind and assuming that her newest children were dead, a fact only half-true, as the Healers had managed to save one daughter, she fled Solace and was not found by Sweepriders. At the tender age of three, Caelen had lost his real mother.
But, as young boys are wont to do, Caelen quickly bounced back and went back to being the happy toddler he was. When his Smith Grandfather would visit, the man would always mention how Caelen would make a great Smith. But, even at a young age, Caelen was smitten with the great beasts he shared his world with, and C'laen was sure that his eldest son would only give up his place in the Weyr if no Dragon ever chose him. But, of course, the Brownrider had no doubt that any son of his would Impress.
When it came time to begin his Harper lessons, no one was quite surprised when Caelen turned out to be rather studious, but no one really realized it was because he had become so intrigued with what the Dragonriders stood for. He would study his songs not to be a good student, but to hear more of the bravery committed by his forbearers. Daring rescues, improbable odds, and, of course, the scourge that was Thread. What a dream it would be to be ranked with the likes of his parents, Faranth, or Moreta, or any of the great Dragonriders he heard of.
At twelve, Caelen was chosen to stand for his first clutch. No dragon would come to him, but the boy would not be faltered. Though six turns have passed since then, three of which have found him battling Thread in the ground crew, Caelen's drive to Impress a dragon has not diminished in the slightest. Indeed, the very onset of Thread has only increased his will to get a Dragon of his own. Pern needs protecting, and his people need a defense from the renegading Southerners.
Family:
Father: C'laen, Brownrider, 47
Mother: Sera, Greenrider, deceased
Brother: L'ren, Weyrling, 16
Sister: Emira, Apprentice Weaver, 15
The Narrow Path Dragon
Brown Tahmorsth
Final Size: 34 Feet
Gender: Male
Color Codes: 7F1300 :: 996633 :: 620000
Appearance:
Big. The first thing anyone has ever noticed about Tahmorsth is that he is big. Genuinely large. In spite of not being the very longest Brown in the world, there's something about him that reminds viewers of a hefty Bronze in build. Even if he were a small Brown physically, there would still be the appearance of hugeness to this dragon. At birth, he looks to be a roly-poly pudge-ball dragon. He's all chub and flub and flabby limbs filled with baby-fat. While nearly all dragons are capable of flight upon their birth (but merely will not due to a high rate of injury), Tahmorsth does not have that ability. He's just too chubby, and his wings just haven't caught up with his weight in the egg. As he ages, however, his body quickly morphs. In adulthood, he is made up of wonderously sturdy, thick, ropey muscle clinging to strong but light bones. Tahmorsth would be a dangerous one to get in a fight with. He's the sort that someone could run up to and smack with a baseball bat, and he would just kind of look at his assailant and shrug before whapping him with his thick, powerful tail. His shoulders are wide, as are his hips, giving him a proportionally slender waist, though certainly not skinny. His back slops up gracefully to his hips from his shoulders, and his wings follow along the whole length from shoulder to tai. His wings are immense for his size in order to handle his higher than proportional weight, but they are not any longer than is proportional for a 34 foot dragon. Instead, they have a massive width from pollyx to most distal aspect of the most distal phalanx. They are almost square-like. He is not an agile dragon, that is for sure. Sharp turns will never be his forte, nor will speed, but as far as time in the air goes, Tahmorsth is the perfect example of a Brown. Tahmorsth will never struggle for weariness, and he will be quite the contendor in Gold and Silver flights despite his color, as he can stay in the air as long, if not longer than any Bronze.
In coloration, once again Tahmorsth sits on the unusual end of the spectrum. He is decidedly brown, et there is no simple shade of brown on his hide. Instead, his base color is a crimson-tinted hue not unlike fine leather, and borders on a dark color for one of his Red sisters. Indeed, nobody would look twice if his base shade painted a Red her color, it sits so closely to the line. The lovely red-brown is marked with what initially seem like simple (though surprisingly bright) golden dappling. Upon closer inspection, what may have initially seemed like golden splotches are clearly hand-sized prints. Pinched half-moons with the points nearly touching at the apex of the implied ellipse. These lay on a barely imperceptible "path" that winds along his trachea, travels over his right shoulder, under his right wing, loops above his right hip and travels down the left side of his tail. The are evenly, carefully spaced, and give the effect of a working beast's endless walk.
Personality:
Dependable; Ambitious; Methodical; Stubborn; Narrow-Minded
Mindvoice:
Such a massive dragon ought to have a massive voice, but this is not quite so. While his voice is rich and powerful, Tahmorsth has a distinctly high tenor, clear and bell-like. In fact, his actual, physical voice seems to match it, giving him a strangely high overall voice-set for this Brown. But while it seems odd when you think about it, when people just let it be, his voice is completely natural to him, and it's completely beautiful. Tahmorsth adores music, especially rhythmically strong music. His mindvoice lets this love shine through. He speaks with a beat, a constant, rarely deviating beat. Most of the time, he speaks in a clear 3/4 chant. When irritated or excited, however, his voice takes on an uneven 5/8 beat, with a higher tempo. His voice is never simply spoken either. It is definitely a chant, not unlike a Gregorian chant in style, often monotonous but still enthralling. He is eloquent, but there is a simplicity to his speech that is hard to put your finger on. Tahmorsth never uses contractions, save for his rider's honorific, and he never uses complex sentences. Dichotomous, perhaps, but it is the way Tahmorsth is, and he sees no reason to concern himself with this.
Character Number: 1
Name: C'len
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Wing: Silent Stars
Appearance:
For as long as he can remember, people have either been telling Caelen or his parents that he is the spitting image of his father. He's never been bothered by this, proud of his parentage, with his father being a Brownrider and his grandfather a Master Smith. Caelen could fit quite well into either setting.
Overall, Caelen is a rather large man, that much can be said. At six foot one, he's definitely not the tallest, but he makes that up with the width of his shoulders. They are by far his widest point, and his body tapers down to his waist, and stays nearly stick-straight from there. His limbs, too, are rather large; stocky, but not burly nor pudgy. Big-boned perhaps most accurately describes him, as he is large but not because of excess fat.
Caelen's face is square, with a strong jaw and bone structure. His lips are thin, sitting beneath a nose that teeters on the very edge of being a bit too large for his face. Two thick eyebrows curve ever so slightly over his oval eyes, both a dark brown with flecks of amber-gold. His completion is rather smooth, and a light tan. He wouldn't look out of place farther north or even further south. On top of his head are short curls of a dark brown, gently brushing the top of his ears and his forehead, and kept in a largely uncomplicated style.
Caelen does not put a heavy focus on his appearance, but does have enough respect for himself to make sure he, at the very least, looks decent. His clothes are often plain; just simple, solid-colored tunics in earth tones, natural-colored hide pants, and work boots. When he won't need to be doing heavy labor, he will don clothes either in rich jewel tones or earth tones.
Personality:
Caelen is, first and foremost, the product of his fore bearers - the Dragonriders. Having grown up in the Weyr, he looked up to and admired the Dragons and their Riders, and tried to emulate them as much as possible. So, although he tends to stay grounded, he can, at times, get lost in what could or should be rather than what is.
Caelen is, for most part, a social person, certainly not shunning conversation. While not the most charismatic man, he can get his point across or speak his thoughts rather fluently. He's a fairly smart lad; a jack-of-all-trades (master of none), and therefore tends to get along quite well with pretty much anyone. Those that he does not get along with are never openly despised; after all, it is a Dragonrider's duty to be honorable and polite to everyone. When wronged, Caelen is much more likely to stew in his own anger than do anything about it, because retaliation is against the Dragonriders' code. Besides, the past is past, and he is quick to forgive and forget, especially if the person asks. For those who have earned friendship status, they find that they have made a loyal, steadfast friend. He sticks with his friends, and offers a shoulder or a helping hand whenever they're needed. He is, for all intents and purposes, a "big sweetheart."
A strong subscriber to the old adage "what's worth doing is worth doing well," Caelen has more than once gotten grief from his peers for not only doing his chores immediately and without complaint, but making sure to complete them with as close to perfection as he could muster. He is a bit of a perfectionist, and will pick at something until it is done as correctly as he can.
History:
Caelen was born to Brownrider C'laen and his Weyrmate, Greenrider Sera, both of Solace. They had been Weyrmates practically since Sera graduated from Weyrling Training, and Caelen was their first child. The two were so proud of their son, but with Dragons to care for, they really couldn't also care for an infant, so off to the crиche he went. But throughout his life, Caelen had plenty of contact with his parents; with Pern temporarily Thread-free, it was much easier for them to be a part of their son's life. His very young years were spent either bouncing in his foster mother's arms or his biological mother's arms.
About two years after he was born, C'laen and Sera surprised a toddler Caelen with a baby brother, Larien. Caelen was always curious about his baby brother, and often tried to help, though, at two, he wasn't capable of much. But as the two grew, they became rather fast friends.
Sera proved to be rather fertile, as it wasn't too long after the birth of Larien that she found she was pregnant again. Not having to Between so often due to the lack of Thread, she was quite capable of conceiving and carrying children to term. However, unlike her first two, her third pregnancy came with complications. As her due date approached, they found that she was pregnant with twins, one shadowing the other. The complications grew, and suddenly Sera went into labor rather premature. Confused, emotional, and hormonal, her Green rose at the same time, which coincided with a Silver's. The much smaller Green ducked between to avoid the wrath of the queen, only she never returned. Suddenly lost in her own mind and assuming that her newest children were dead, a fact only half-true, as the Healers had managed to save one daughter, she fled Solace and was not found by Sweepriders. At the tender age of three, Caelen had lost his real mother.
But, as young boys are wont to do, Caelen quickly bounced back and went back to being the happy toddler he was. When his Smith Grandfather would visit, the man would always mention how Caelen would make a great Smith. But, even at a young age, Caelen was smitten with the great beasts he shared his world with, and C'laen was sure that his eldest son would only give up his place in the Weyr if no Dragon ever chose him. But, of course, the Brownrider had no doubt that any son of his would Impress.
When it came time to begin his Harper lessons, no one was quite surprised when Caelen turned out to be rather studious, but no one really realized it was because he had become so intrigued with what the Dragonriders stood for. He would study his songs not to be a good student, but to hear more of the bravery committed by his forbearers. Daring rescues, improbable odds, and, of course, the scourge that was Thread. What a dream it would be to be ranked with the likes of his parents, Faranth, or Moreta, or any of the great Dragonriders he heard of.
At twelve, Caelen was chosen to stand for his first clutch. No dragon would come to him, but the boy would not be faltered. Though six turns have passed since then, three of which have found him battling Thread in the ground crew, Caelen's drive to Impress a dragon has not diminished in the slightest. Indeed, the very onset of Thread has only increased his will to get a Dragon of his own. Pern needs protecting, and his people need a defense from the renegading Southerners.
Family:
Father: C'laen, Brownrider, 47
Mother: Sera, Greenrider, deceased
Brother: L'ren, Weyrling, 16
Sister: Emira, Apprentice Weaver, 15
The Narrow Path Dragon
Brown Tahmorsth
Final Size: 34 Feet
Gender: Male
Color Codes: 7F1300 :: 996633 :: 620000
Appearance:
Big. The first thing anyone has ever noticed about Tahmorsth is that he is big. Genuinely large. In spite of not being the very longest Brown in the world, there's something about him that reminds viewers of a hefty Bronze in build. Even if he were a small Brown physically, there would still be the appearance of hugeness to this dragon. At birth, he looks to be a roly-poly pudge-ball dragon. He's all chub and flub and flabby limbs filled with baby-fat. While nearly all dragons are capable of flight upon their birth (but merely will not due to a high rate of injury), Tahmorsth does not have that ability. He's just too chubby, and his wings just haven't caught up with his weight in the egg. As he ages, however, his body quickly morphs. In adulthood, he is made up of wonderously sturdy, thick, ropey muscle clinging to strong but light bones. Tahmorsth would be a dangerous one to get in a fight with. He's the sort that someone could run up to and smack with a baseball bat, and he would just kind of look at his assailant and shrug before whapping him with his thick, powerful tail. His shoulders are wide, as are his hips, giving him a proportionally slender waist, though certainly not skinny. His back slops up gracefully to his hips from his shoulders, and his wings follow along the whole length from shoulder to tai. His wings are immense for his size in order to handle his higher than proportional weight, but they are not any longer than is proportional for a 34 foot dragon. Instead, they have a massive width from pollyx to most distal aspect of the most distal phalanx. They are almost square-like. He is not an agile dragon, that is for sure. Sharp turns will never be his forte, nor will speed, but as far as time in the air goes, Tahmorsth is the perfect example of a Brown. Tahmorsth will never struggle for weariness, and he will be quite the contendor in Gold and Silver flights despite his color, as he can stay in the air as long, if not longer than any Bronze.
In coloration, once again Tahmorsth sits on the unusual end of the spectrum. He is decidedly brown, et there is no simple shade of brown on his hide. Instead, his base color is a crimson-tinted hue not unlike fine leather, and borders on a dark color for one of his Red sisters. Indeed, nobody would look twice if his base shade painted a Red her color, it sits so closely to the line. The lovely red-brown is marked with what initially seem like simple (though surprisingly bright) golden dappling. Upon closer inspection, what may have initially seemed like golden splotches are clearly hand-sized prints. Pinched half-moons with the points nearly touching at the apex of the implied ellipse. These lay on a barely imperceptible "path" that winds along his trachea, travels over his right shoulder, under his right wing, loops above his right hip and travels down the left side of his tail. The are evenly, carefully spaced, and give the effect of a working beast's endless walk.
Personality:
Dependable; Ambitious; Methodical; Stubborn; Narrow-Minded
Mindvoice:
Such a massive dragon ought to have a massive voice, but this is not quite so. While his voice is rich and powerful, Tahmorsth has a distinctly high tenor, clear and bell-like. In fact, his actual, physical voice seems to match it, giving him a strangely high overall voice-set for this Brown. But while it seems odd when you think about it, when people just let it be, his voice is completely natural to him, and it's completely beautiful. Tahmorsth adores music, especially rhythmically strong music. His mindvoice lets this love shine through. He speaks with a beat, a constant, rarely deviating beat. Most of the time, he speaks in a clear 3/4 chant. When irritated or excited, however, his voice takes on an uneven 5/8 beat, with a higher tempo. His voice is never simply spoken either. It is definitely a chant, not unlike a Gregorian chant in style, often monotonous but still enthralling. He is eloquent, but there is a simplicity to his speech that is hard to put your finger on. Tahmorsth never uses contractions, save for his rider's honorific, and he never uses complex sentences. Dichotomous, perhaps, but it is the way Tahmorsth is, and he sees no reason to concern himself with this.