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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Nov 13, 2009 16:33:56 GMT -5
Name:
T'lar (formerly Tylar)
Gender:
Male
Age:
22 turns [Fall, 178th turn, 10th interval]
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider
Personality:
T'lar is a controlling man, taking what he needs, and what he considers to be his due. Ever since his father first told him he would be the best dragonrider ever, T'lar has taken that to heart, doing what he has to do to be noticed by the dragons he's watched hatch. Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that it took 19 turns for a dragon to choose him. Many, many Hatchings have gone by, leaving T'lar increasingly bitter with each one that passes, and that bitterness hasn't faded away yet. More recently, he's taken to snapping at the Weyrlings for no reason other than the fact that they've Impressed, and he hasn't. Needless to say, this hasn't earned him any brownie points with the Weyrlings, or for that matter, the dragonriders. Even now, with Fee, he is not above picking a fight with the Weyrling.
Suffice it to say that he's also quite a bit of a loner, standing off to the side of things, watching and plotting when to make his move, taking down the best a peg so that he might be the best in everything. There has yet to be a person (or thing) that has reached his heart enough that he won't push them down in order to make himself better, and probably not even a dragon will change that.
Love to T'lar is not a foreign emotion, but one that he reserves for the people he knows the best, namely his sister. He isn't truly slow to trust, but he's slow to confide in others. There are many people he trusts with his life, even if they don't know him at all, people who are the best, the Weyrwoman for example, that even he could not take down a peg, even that's only because of gender differences. Those T'lar considers better, he treats with a reverence somewhat similar to worship, which often makes him come across as odd, obsessive even. And even if it doesn't often come into play as he rarely gets to talk with these people, when it does, it can be rather . . . interesting.
He's also very vengeful. It's rather easy to make him angry, and T'lar's not one to take things lying down. Indeed, he has hurt many of those who make him angry, like the time when a boy fell straight down a flight of stairs, and it was later discovered that the staircase had been greased. Earlier that week, he'd insulted T'lar. No one could prove it, but T'lar did do it, and he planned it well, no one saw him near that area of the Weyr that day, and no one else got hurt. T'lar took no chances with that.
And maybe T'lar is a little bit vain, he puts a lot of effort into his outward appearance, though it's not something you could see easily. He's proud of how he looks, and works hard to keep himself looking good.
Appearance:
T'lar has a rather short and stocky body, though he stands at around 5 feet 5 inches, he weighs in at around 170 pounds, with most of it being muscle. He's muscley, something T'lar's rather proud of, and he works hard to keep up the muscles.
He has brown hair that he keeps cropped short, and T'lar often messes it up on purpose in the mornings, leaving him with hair that sticks up in pretty much every direction. His eyes are dark blue, an almost navy coloring that stands out against his pallid skin, which is dotted with brown freckles, which thicken around his face, and dot his body with no apparent pattern at all.
Family:
Sister: Amara of Dalibor Weyr, Rider of Black Veejarth
Mother: Tara of Benden Weyr, Rider of Green Sronth
Father: J'ron (Jaron) of Benden Weyr, Rider of Brown Tatonth
Brother: Jakar
Pets:
Black firelizard Akal and Bronze Meggo
Gray pillie Whim and Brown pillie Rolly
Bronze Meggo, bonded to T'lar (created by Jack)
Personality:
A simple-minded fellow, this Bronze considers himself to be the best of the best...but doesn't mind admitting that a few others tie with him in some aspects. He is fascinated by natural objects, more specifically stones and rocks, and may carry some around in his mouth if you don't watch him.
This Bronze is as loyal--if not more--than a typical Brown. He's a one-person deal, and will give all of his attention to that one person. Watch out though! He's a shade bit protective and will nip anyone who comes too close to His without permission.
Appearance:
A fairly pale color for a Bronze, this flit makes up for his softer color with a richer, more metallic shine. He's fairly lean for a Bronze, with darker accents around his eyes and zebra-like stripes along his muzzle. He has a single stripe that goes down his back, as well as more stripes on the backs of all four legs. His tail is spaded.
History:
Tylar was mostly raised by his mother, seeing as his father had more important things to do than to look after the child that one of Sronth's many flights spawned. However, even if J'ron was conspicuously absent for many of the important events in Tylar's life, he still looked up to the Brown Rider, and Tylar loved it when his father came to visit him in Tara's Personal Weyr, indeed, it meant the world to him.
Most of his life, however, was centered around his mother and his siblings, as Tara was never the greatest mother, leaving Tylar to pick up the slack. He hated taking care of his two ungrateful siblings when he could be with his father, though he did as he had to, managing to somehow hide the anger from his family, though none of them were looking, trying to spot the anger, so it was easy enough to hide.
Sronth rose often, and it came to the point where Tylar could gauge just how close she was to rising by Tara's mood, when she watched over Amara and Jakar, Sronth wouldn't rise for a while, but when she grew more cranky, and demanded that Tylar do more things for her, Sronth was drawing closer to rising, and when Sronth was finally within a few days of rising, Tara would simply recede from the world, snapping at any who intruded on her privacy, and that was when Tylar did the most work, making sure Amara and Jakar stayed out of trouble, and making sure that none of his siblings went hungry, it was his job, after all, and something he did what he had to do to finish. The other Benden Riders might've been concerned, though it wasn't their buisness, and they didn't get involved. Tara and Sronth had quite famous tempers, and no dragon or rider wanted to be on their bad list, and if they were brave enough to risk her anger, they were high enough ranking that the troubles of a green rider and her three children made no difference to them.
Tylar, Amara, and Jakar were born of flights, something that many of the other children neither took pity on, nor accepted. The parents either didn't care, or didn't want to get involved, but children are children, and they found in Tylar and his siblings punching bags that would not fight against them. And for a time, Tylar took it lying down, but there came a time that he snapped, and broke a boy's nose while he tormented Tylar. The boy's name was Fyro, and he was the son of a bronze rider, something that Fyro was quick to point out to the Healers that were rushed to the scene, and for a time they believed Fyro in his story that Tylar had attacked him for no apparent reason, with his cronies backing up the story until the bitter end. Tylar was punished, it was decided that he would clean the kitchens for a month. Rail as he might against it, there was no escaping it, as Fyro's father had thrown has weight around, making it certain that he would be punished for fighting with his son.
The true story came out eventually - Fyro admitted that he'd been tormenting Tylar at about the time his punishment ended. Fyro himself wasn't punished by more than a verbal reprimend, which infuriated Tylar to no end. The feud between them, the bitter anger Tylar felt about being punished for something Fyro had earned might have ended if Fyro himself had been punished, but that wouldn't happen now, something Tylar was made all too aware of by Fyro's friend Slovan.
He probably earned the next punishment he got for fighting - this time he hauled off and punched Slovan in the face for no reason other than the fact that the boy was there. By the time anyone arrived at the scene, both boys were bloody messes, and both of them got into heaps of trouble. Tylar was stuck with cleaning up after the runner beasts for two months, and Slovan picked up where Tylar left off in the kitchens.
At 13 turns, Tylar took a break from his feuds to Impress to a black flitter, Akal. He'd stolen the egg from a merchant who'd been selling the eggs from the Queen's clutch a few sevendays before that, and the small egg hatched to reveal the possessive black Akal.
This long standing fight stretched between Tylar, Fyro and Slovan for a long while. By the time Tylar was 14, he and the other two boys were known as 'The Brawlers of Benden Weyr' and often got into trouble. Their punishments at first were kept seperate, but after a time, the Weyrfolk of Benden decided that it would punish the three more if they had to work together for the punishment.
Eventually, the fights died down, and at around the time Tylar was 15, he was Searched, to the pride of his father, and the distant pride of his mother as well, though she only learned after the fact. At around the time Tylar was searched, Sronth was rising, so Tara missed it completely, though by the time she was told, she was quite proud, and told the entire Weyr that her son had been searched.
It didn't matter that he had been searched to a newly created Weyr to any of the Benden folk, as most of them were glad to have Tylar gone and out of the way. Fights in the Weyr died down even more when he left, something that the Weyrfolk appreciated greatly. They could sleep through the night without hearing distant thumps and yells now, and they wouldn't have to worry about having three boys under their feet any more.
Amara, however, quickly laid claim to her brother's throne of trouble maker, and the cycle of brawls and punishments took over for the children of Benden Weyr once more, until one of the Riders arrived upon a conclusion - when Tylar left Benden Weyr for Dalibor Weyr and the fights died down, why shouldn't it happen with Amara? Tylar's younger sister was rapidly transferred over to Dalibor, much to her brother's surprise.
The two had never gotten along well, and Tylar wasn't very happy about her arrival, though he got over it rapidly. Amara ran wild through the Weyr - and she was some body else's problem, so he had no troubles with her anymore. She was Dalibor's problem, though eventually his sister did mellow out, accepting Dalibor as her home, something she shouldn't destroy.
Since that day, Tylar's life has become much simpler, doing Candidate's chores and sitting through Hatchings, and much as he enjoys it, he enjoys his petty rivalries more, and as such has hunted down several of them amongst the other Candidates, and enjoys taunting the others in much the same way Fyro and Slovar once did.
However, since Impressing Meggo, he's also had a full fledged flit rivalry on his hands - it's a rather rough ride for him - and Tylar hopes that soon enough the two will begin to get along. The young Bronze has certainly given the Candidate some status amongst the others, though it doesn't really show much, as Tylar doesn't really get along well with the other Candidates.
After a couple of seasons at Dalibor, Tylar made into onto the Sands for Kalith and Nikianeth's Hatching, where he Impressed the Purple, Feeroneth. Fee might not have been the King of his dreams, but a Purple does have a chance at winning a Queen (maybe not a large chance, but still), and therefore, T'lar has a chance at becoming Weyrleader, though he might have to work a little harder at it, which he definitely does mind. Hard work is not something T'lar likes, and he doesn't exactly get along well with his purple, who has Chased many a male-ridden dragon.
The image was created by Reky. ^^
Dragon Name:
Feeroneth
Dragon Age:
4 turns {Summer, 196th turn, 10th Interval}
Dragon Color:
Purple {EE82EE}
Dragon Length:
37 feet
Dragon Personality:
Feeroneth loves to gossip, a typically female attribute. He doesn't mind that, however, and gender roles have never stopped him. Gender roles will never stand between him and what he enjoys, and he certainly enjoys a good gossip. And yes, he is effeminate. Why shouldn't he be? It's part of him, and he's not about to change just for some jealous people and dragonets who like to think he's strange just because he's rather feminine.
Feeroneth is extremely fashionable, though he mostly exercises this fashion sense on himself, His, and Oomieth. He can be rather over-bearing in his attempts to be fashionable, however; forcing others to do what he wants them to do if it will make them look better. His definition of better is definitely rather different from what you'd expect. He doesn't want those around him to look flashy or super attractive, he merely wants them to dress their best. He definitely doesn't want them to look better than him, so he'll save his best fashion advice for himself.
He is overly dramatic, though, for the most part, he has a fairly cheerful disposition, except for when things happen to him that he views as unfair, and then he'll be very obvious, and very loud about his complaining. He has a melodramatic streak to this dramatic outlook, and he'll often overreact in a manner that seems way over the top. It isn't an act, though; Feeroneth truly feels like the world is ending over small things. You have to only look at his Hatching, when he wanted to crawl in a hole and die because finding His wasn't coming easily to see that this is true.
Overall, he's quite feminine, with a cheerful outlook on life, though there is a dramatic undercurrent to that cheerful outlook. He's fashionable, and perfectly willing to exercise his fashion sense with anyone who'll stand still long enough for him to poke and prod them into shape, and Fee will never turn down a good tidbit of information, you can count on that much.
Dragon Appearance:
Feeroneth is slender and lankily built, as well as a very light purple in coloration that looks more like pink than it does purple, though the coloration does darken to a more purple-y color on his legs, wings and tail. He keeps himself well groomed, and hates being dirty, so he'll rarely be found to be anything other than perfectly groomed. Fee is very proud of his appearance, and definitely vain, as is demonstrated by his appearance. He's a delicately built male, and will probably never grow out of that and he's definitely on the small end of the size spectrum. Measuring in at the size of a large yellow, nearly every sub-king is larger than him, and only a Purple could be smaller than him. Browns, Viridians, Oranges, Tans, Reds... They're all larger than Fee.
Dragon History:
Feeroneth didn't like being in his egg. It was boring. But he was willing to wait - being fashionably late was rather the point, wasn't it? However, when he Hatched, there was another Purple on the Sands. He was, however, a leader, and so he was the one who started towards the Candidates out of the two.
And then he found egg goo on himself. How disgusting! He needed to get that cleaned up as soon as possible. In the process, however, he managed to fall flat on his face, and then his brother was trying to comfort him. Never mind that, he wanted to sulk. It took him a few moments, but he managed to pull it off. But his brother was getting more and more insistent, so Fee got his feet, rapidly moving to inspect his brother.
He adjusted his brother's stance slightly, squaring his feet and forcing him to stand up straight. Then he swept the sand of his brother's body, and was mostly pleased by his appearance.
Then he got to work on himself, hardly noticing that his brother was walking off. By the time he did notice, he was mostly clean, so that didn't matter. He finished cleaning himself off, then scurried after his brother with an indignant chirp, hurrying forward to inspect the Candidates, chirping in disgust at the way the Candidate wore their robes. He looked at the girls, next, but they were even worse. It was terrible! It as awful! He wanted to go die in a hole!
Unhappily, he moved imperiously back to the males, Impressing to His at last. Finally, he'd managed to pull it off, even if His needed a lot of work. [/blockquote] |
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