Post by boospookum on Jun 3, 2013 18:09:56 GMT -5
Name:
Wa'a [previously Wagya]
Gender:
Male
Age:
32 Turns
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider - Blackrider
He's chatty, sociable, warm, and a little bit too much. Wa'a is a walking quiz, perpetually polling people on things that most people would consider glaringly insignificant - a place a person would like to visit, the music they prefer, what color reminds them of happiness, a smell that makes them smile- all questions worth asking and probably worth asking within the first five minutes of meeting someone, as far as he's concerned. Wa'a is very, very interested in other people... a little too interested, some would say. He doesn't just ask questions, but remembers the answers. He's a bit of a harmless creep, all in all.
His entire being leans as naturally towards wretched excess as a compass leans northbound. He is prone to gluttony, both in terms of food and in the base desire to sample every part of life even if it's not necessary. Wa'a wants to leave no interesting flavor untasted, and lives life from one thrill to the next and often finds a way to do so. He is the sort who needs to be engaged not only in the present, but in the future as well. Thriving on anticipation and new experiences translate to fuel for his very being, and if there is not a new experience or event to look forward to Wa'a is apt to make one regardless of the imposistion that it may bring to others.
Although he might claim to know that happiness is something that comes from within, he certainly never stops looking for it outside of himself. To avoid pain or boredom and seek pleasure is his primal drive, and it shows. He's one to give it his all or his nothing without room for compromise, and is thus prone to terrible success or terrible failure. He is headstrong, and equal parts fickle and possessive. He wears his faults openly, and encourages others to do the same. Do not be confused; he is not an unrepentant cheater or a hedonist, but a man with a wide array of interests and an uncanny ability to pick himself back up again after something tragic.
Appearance:
He's usually sensed before he's seen. Lacking in the skillsets of stealth or subtlety, no one can accuse him of sneaking around. He walks like a drum and sounds like one, too. His voice booms whether he wants it to or not, and his laughs have an affect not unlike rolling thunder. For good or ill, he's more thunder than lightning all around - more bark than bite and certainly a far cry from flashy or sharp.
Wa'a has a personality that's a bit of an elephant in the room, and it's not too surprising that his person should be equally large in some way. He's not particularly tall [although he seems it and carries himself confidently at full height], but he is particularly broad; barrel-chested and hardy with a bit of a paunch for a stomach. His hands are large and demonstrative, with wide palms and broad fingers that tell stories by themselves and rarely hold still.
His face has particular character, with eyes that sometimes laugh before he does and can't decide whether they're a hazel closer to green or brown. His jawline is well-articulated and quite square in shape. A five o'clock shadow is usually evident on the edge of his jaw in some sort of lazy perma-stubble and his hair is an uncontrollable mass of springy curls that's probably never seen a brush once in it's life and occasionally mashed back in a short ponytail. His bronze skin is ruddy and calloused, boldly proclaiming use and misuse of the outdoors.
Family:
- Faelkor - Father, cook - Dead.
- Shaanti - Mother, cook - Alive.
Pets:
None.
History:
Hometown of High Reaches Weyr, born and raised and proud as anything. He was born the spoiled only child of... a pair of cooks?! You heard it right, a terribly common background expected to be inherited and passed on- not that there's anything inherently wrong with peeling potatoes and dicing onions [and Wa'a is really quite good at both those things, thank you]- but it's a position that lacks growth and intrigue.
Most of what he wanted were the same things that other boys wanted, which had a lot to do with adventure and novelty. By the time he hit twelve years of age, things got very novel when he was searched to become a dragon candidate - after spending four long turns in the barracks, he walked on to the sands and met his partner. By that time, he was also pretty interested in the girls and boys of the weyr, and given the celibacy requirement... well, that was a teenage hell he'll not soon forget.
There are other hells he can't forget, too. Like the responsibility for his father's death. On a joyride shortly after his graduation, he tried to between with his father, and the old man got lost along the way. He and his mother had a terribly awkward relationship punctuated with pain and an inability to talk to eachother for a solid five turns. Their relationship healed as much as it became something new, and life continued with more ordinary flavors of ups and downs. A lot of things happened - flings, friendships, betrayal, adventures, but not love. Never love, actually. One time, he got awfully close to love but he didn't quite make it.
She was a lovely young lass, and very much the sort of girl he was proud to take home to his mom. Most of the ladies and gentlemen he'd courted had been much less simple than the young cook he found himself falling in love with, even growing comfortable with the idea of plain being something extraordinary... he might have committed to her, as much as a dragon rider can commit, but he was not given the chance. A kitchen fire was responsible for destroying her, and injuring his mother as well.
At the recent insurgence of a bunch of young dragons and their riders returning from Dalibor and going to Dalibor, news of the island was sure to blossom. One day, there was particular news... and that was the news of a devastating kitchen fire that had sent a handful of dragon riders home. It wasn't long until rumors of poison spread. To avoid facing up to the loss of the local fire that took away something precious, he decided to throw himself into a place where he might help strangers [and himself] rebuild to be a little bit stronger than he was before.
Truth be told, he is a bit of a momma's boy and he does write home and send flowers a little more often than the average bear... but for now, at least, it seems he's at Dalibor to stay.
[*Note: This history is abridged, but this is the gist of it.]
Dragon Name: Ghouleth.
Dragon Color: Black.
Dragon Length: Eighteen feet.
Dragon Age: Sixteen turns.
Dragon Personality:
Quiet, sleek, and sharp as a bullet there's no doubt that this black dragon is a fine picture of it's species as well as the lightning to his rider's alleged thunder. A logical, level-headed, and precise nature make a hallmark in this beast, but he is not only these things; Ghouleth is athletic, enjoying being active and spontaneous in as much as it is not an inconvenience towards others.
Ghouleth is the morality and structure as a compliment to the more wild nature of his rider, urging Wa'a to be more considerate of others. Reserved as a whole, this dragon is very much a wallflower who enjoys being in the presence of others and learning about them, but does not have the courage to approach them directly and thus can come off as detached in spite of a genuine interest in the welfare of others. He struggles to register emotions, be they his or another's.
In spite of his generally peaceable and removed nature, he is loyal to the point of disregard towards his own nature. Ghouleth is rebellious towards "stupid rules" that are inconvenient or harmful towards a situation or person and will rebel openly if he feels that morality is being tread upon, first with words and then through actions if necessary.
Wa'a [previously Wagya]
Gender:
Male
Age:
32 Turns
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider - Blackrider
He's chatty, sociable, warm, and a little bit too much. Wa'a is a walking quiz, perpetually polling people on things that most people would consider glaringly insignificant - a place a person would like to visit, the music they prefer, what color reminds them of happiness, a smell that makes them smile- all questions worth asking and probably worth asking within the first five minutes of meeting someone, as far as he's concerned. Wa'a is very, very interested in other people... a little too interested, some would say. He doesn't just ask questions, but remembers the answers. He's a bit of a harmless creep, all in all.
His entire being leans as naturally towards wretched excess as a compass leans northbound. He is prone to gluttony, both in terms of food and in the base desire to sample every part of life even if it's not necessary. Wa'a wants to leave no interesting flavor untasted, and lives life from one thrill to the next and often finds a way to do so. He is the sort who needs to be engaged not only in the present, but in the future as well. Thriving on anticipation and new experiences translate to fuel for his very being, and if there is not a new experience or event to look forward to Wa'a is apt to make one regardless of the imposistion that it may bring to others.
Although he might claim to know that happiness is something that comes from within, he certainly never stops looking for it outside of himself. To avoid pain or boredom and seek pleasure is his primal drive, and it shows. He's one to give it his all or his nothing without room for compromise, and is thus prone to terrible success or terrible failure. He is headstrong, and equal parts fickle and possessive. He wears his faults openly, and encourages others to do the same. Do not be confused; he is not an unrepentant cheater or a hedonist, but a man with a wide array of interests and an uncanny ability to pick himself back up again after something tragic.
Appearance:
He's usually sensed before he's seen. Lacking in the skillsets of stealth or subtlety, no one can accuse him of sneaking around. He walks like a drum and sounds like one, too. His voice booms whether he wants it to or not, and his laughs have an affect not unlike rolling thunder. For good or ill, he's more thunder than lightning all around - more bark than bite and certainly a far cry from flashy or sharp.
Wa'a has a personality that's a bit of an elephant in the room, and it's not too surprising that his person should be equally large in some way. He's not particularly tall [although he seems it and carries himself confidently at full height], but he is particularly broad; barrel-chested and hardy with a bit of a paunch for a stomach. His hands are large and demonstrative, with wide palms and broad fingers that tell stories by themselves and rarely hold still.
His face has particular character, with eyes that sometimes laugh before he does and can't decide whether they're a hazel closer to green or brown. His jawline is well-articulated and quite square in shape. A five o'clock shadow is usually evident on the edge of his jaw in some sort of lazy perma-stubble and his hair is an uncontrollable mass of springy curls that's probably never seen a brush once in it's life and occasionally mashed back in a short ponytail. His bronze skin is ruddy and calloused, boldly proclaiming use and misuse of the outdoors.
Family:
- Faelkor - Father, cook - Dead.
- Shaanti - Mother, cook - Alive.
Pets:
None.
History:
Hometown of High Reaches Weyr, born and raised and proud as anything. He was born the spoiled only child of... a pair of cooks?! You heard it right, a terribly common background expected to be inherited and passed on- not that there's anything inherently wrong with peeling potatoes and dicing onions [and Wa'a is really quite good at both those things, thank you]- but it's a position that lacks growth and intrigue.
Most of what he wanted were the same things that other boys wanted, which had a lot to do with adventure and novelty. By the time he hit twelve years of age, things got very novel when he was searched to become a dragon candidate - after spending four long turns in the barracks, he walked on to the sands and met his partner. By that time, he was also pretty interested in the girls and boys of the weyr, and given the celibacy requirement... well, that was a teenage hell he'll not soon forget.
There are other hells he can't forget, too. Like the responsibility for his father's death. On a joyride shortly after his graduation, he tried to between with his father, and the old man got lost along the way. He and his mother had a terribly awkward relationship punctuated with pain and an inability to talk to eachother for a solid five turns. Their relationship healed as much as it became something new, and life continued with more ordinary flavors of ups and downs. A lot of things happened - flings, friendships, betrayal, adventures, but not love. Never love, actually. One time, he got awfully close to love but he didn't quite make it.
She was a lovely young lass, and very much the sort of girl he was proud to take home to his mom. Most of the ladies and gentlemen he'd courted had been much less simple than the young cook he found himself falling in love with, even growing comfortable with the idea of plain being something extraordinary... he might have committed to her, as much as a dragon rider can commit, but he was not given the chance. A kitchen fire was responsible for destroying her, and injuring his mother as well.
At the recent insurgence of a bunch of young dragons and their riders returning from Dalibor and going to Dalibor, news of the island was sure to blossom. One day, there was particular news... and that was the news of a devastating kitchen fire that had sent a handful of dragon riders home. It wasn't long until rumors of poison spread. To avoid facing up to the loss of the local fire that took away something precious, he decided to throw himself into a place where he might help strangers [and himself] rebuild to be a little bit stronger than he was before.
Truth be told, he is a bit of a momma's boy and he does write home and send flowers a little more often than the average bear... but for now, at least, it seems he's at Dalibor to stay.
[*Note: This history is abridged, but this is the gist of it.]
Dragon Name: Ghouleth.
Dragon Color: Black.
Dragon Length: Eighteen feet.
Dragon Age: Sixteen turns.
Dragon Personality:
Quiet, sleek, and sharp as a bullet there's no doubt that this black dragon is a fine picture of it's species as well as the lightning to his rider's alleged thunder. A logical, level-headed, and precise nature make a hallmark in this beast, but he is not only these things; Ghouleth is athletic, enjoying being active and spontaneous in as much as it is not an inconvenience towards others.
Ghouleth is the morality and structure as a compliment to the more wild nature of his rider, urging Wa'a to be more considerate of others. Reserved as a whole, this dragon is very much a wallflower who enjoys being in the presence of others and learning about them, but does not have the courage to approach them directly and thus can come off as detached in spite of a genuine interest in the welfare of others. He struggles to register emotions, be they his or another's.
In spite of his generally peaceable and removed nature, he is loyal to the point of disregard towards his own nature. Ghouleth is rebellious towards "stupid rules" that are inconvenient or harmful towards a situation or person and will rebel openly if he feels that morality is being tread upon, first with words and then through actions if necessary.
