Post by cilnah on Jul 10, 2009 14:34:50 GMT -5
Name:
Naeryl
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider
Personality:
Generally, N'ryl is a quiet, gentle person. He very rarely raises his voice over a loud murmur, and there isn't an instance in the memory of anyone except perhaps his sister where he has yelled at anyone. Though he has his own opinions on just about everything, he hardly ever voices them, unless asked directly, and even then he will keep his replies succinct and as word-less as possible. Now, don't get him wrong, he is not anti social. Really, he is just shy, and if someone works hard enough to get past his rough, cold exterior, they'll find a loving, kind boy the likes of which are hard to find. His actions are generally prodded by his fear that he will disappoint, and an old, old memory that he fears will repeat itself.
Appearance:
N'ryl is very much a twin to his older sister, though there are minor differences. He towers over most at an impressive six foot, three inches, but he carries himself in a way that makes him seem to melt into the crowd. His hair is a shaggy, dark black that is dull, with little sheen. Its uneven strands reach down to the base of his neck most of the time. His skin is not as richly olive as Cilnah's, but still contains a handsome hue. Eyes the color of jade peer out from behind bangs that could completely hide them if he so chose. His build is long, lanky. His limbs are a bit long for his torso, which makes him a bit clumsy, and thus his coordination is off. One thing about him, there is a silver dragon pendant that is always around his neck, the figure clutching a tiger's eye sphere in it's talons.
Family:
Mother: Kinal - Cook
Father: Solte - Cleaner
Siblings:
-Cilnah - Female - Eighteen turns - Candidate
-Kinte - Male - Eleven turns
Pets:
None, as of yet.
History:
From the moment of his first memory, N'ryl has known that there were always two things he could count on in his life: rain, and disappointment. Based on these two things, he lived his life rather mildly, never going too far out of his way to push or prod anyone. After all, if he didn't want to go out of his own comfort zone, why would anyone else? That was his believe for the first half of his life. Meekly he did what he was told, never bothering to talk back except on the rare occasion, and even then there were usually extenuating circumstances. The only time he ever really seemed out of sorts was when he was feeling ill, and even then it wasn't noticeable unless you really knew him. Most of the time the only person who knew he wasn't feeling well was his sister, Cilnah.
He held the girl in near reverence. Though only a year older, he felt that she knew everything about everything, and never questioned her judgment. To his eyes, she could do no wrong. Even when it came to the point that most of the other boys in the weyr were separating from their families and moving off to do their own things, whether that be learning a trade or getting into trouble, the young N'ryl stayed by his sister's side unerringly. Due to the fact that Cilnah had been a babysitter to most of his peers, he never suffered much from ridicule. At least not to his face, and none that he became aware of. There were the rare occasions that she would come home scuffed and bruised, but she always waved off those times with a grin and laugh, telling him that she'd been her usual clumsy self. He had never argued, but secretly he knew that this was a lie. His sister was the most graceful, un-clumsy person he had ever met. He admired her for that.
But, as with all things, there comes a time when comfort and regularity must come to an end. And for N'ryl, this moment came during a terrible storm, amidst the humming welcome of dragons. He was a mere twelve, standing amidst Candidates, most older than him, though his sister was there as well, and that gave him some comfort. He had not yet gained his height, and as of now felt unbelievably small faced with his peers and the eggs, dragons, and especially the Queen-mother that stood guard over her precious children. And, as he stood shivering in the rain, with mist roiling up around him from the heat of the sands, he saw what he thought must be a nightmare unfold before him. Several of the Hatchings occurred without incident, and then, with a mighty crack, a sapphire blue emerged onto the world. But almost at the same instant, there was a painful shout, and a clamor from the female candidates. His attention instantly diverted, he felt the worst feeling he had ever experienced, and to this day nothing has matched it. For there, in front of his very jade eyes, his beloved sister collapsed to the Sands, a crimson stain flowering on her white robes.
All thoughts of Impression forgotten, N'ryl scrambled to his sister's side, falling to his knees beside the motionless body and gently moving a wall of hair from her face, revealing a deep wound that spanned about the size of his younger brother's palm. For the first time in his life, he felt tears pooling in public, the guilt he felt deep in his chest more than any he could imagine. And then there was a voice in his mind, crooning his soft, soothing melody, trying to calm His. N'ryl looked up into the whirling eyes of the blue that was newly hatched and secretly, deep within his heart, a place not even his dragon could reach, the guilt grew.
For the next three days he would not leave Cilnah's side, and when she finally awoke, he realized his guilt was justified, for in the most fleeting of glances when she heard about his Impression, the young boy saw a flicker of jealousy. From that moment on he had distanced himself, learning of the dragonriders and their ways, avoiding his sister whenever possible. He would not force his presence upon her, for though she hid it well, he knew that she was jealous of him, and in his own mind, that jealousy grew into a hatred. Especially when his mother refused to let the girl stand any more.
And so things went for four years, as N'ryl went from weyrling to dragonrider, until there were whispers of a chance, of a possibility. There was a Queenrider who wanted to leave this place, to start a weyr of her own! And she needed others to go with her, to make this new weyr successful. And in N'yrl's mind, finally there was a way to make things right with his sister. Finally he could get back the closeness that he had not allowed himself with anyone other that Gryth since that moment in the resting room.
Dragon Name:
Gryth [000080]
Dragon Age:
Five
Dragon Color:
Blue
Dragon Length:
33 ft.
Dragon Personality:
Gryth is a caring dragon in every sense of the word. Though he would like to be an introvert, the fact that His was one as well forced him to be the more extroverted of the pair. His mind is sharp, and he is a soft spoken in every sense. He is constantly wary of upsetting His, though the boy seemed to have his emotions well under control, and hidden behind a locked door that he would allow none to open. The blue, though large for his size, holds no arrogance towards others, and quite often will back down even when he knows he is in the right. Conflict is not his desire.
Dragon Appearance:
Gryth is predominately a single shade of sapphire blue, the tone even and deep all along his length. There are, however, a very few splotches of a seemingly teal color that speckle him here and there. The most noticeable of these is a single streak through the membranes of his left wing, starting out thin and barely there, then spreading to almost a human hand’s width as it arches down to the bottom most tip of the wing. The only other mark marring him is that same shade that starts half way down his tail, curling about it much as a girl twirls her hair about her finger, making three loops down its length and following the right fork of his tail tip, engulfing it entirely.
Dragon History:
He pulled himself tighter against himself as the storm ragged outside his safe haven, the shell of his egg muffling the rolling thunder that continued to sound in the heavens above. He was in no hurry to burst onto that scene. And his hunger wasn't that bad. Yet. He waited, patiently allowing his clutchsiblings to thin out the creatures that stood upon the warm sands, for that would only make it easier to find His, after all.
Finally though, the gnawing pain in his stomach got to be overwhelming, and besides that, there was a cramp in his wing. It was then that he realized just how small his egg home was, really, and as another peel of thunder sounded, he quickly began to work his way out of his imprisonment. It didn't take long, really. The shell had been knocked about rather roughly by his siblings, and with a few well placed butts of his head, the thing shattered, and he stood among the remains, head held high and wings lifted to dry.
A particularly loud squawk from one of the strange, pale creatures drew his attention briefly, but he had no interest in the soft looking thing that was laying in the sands. What a silly thing to do! Gryth turned his head away just as quickly, his eyes scanning the remainder of the humans, looking for His. A few slow, steady steps forward, and then he was pulled up short, a jolt of fear and anguish not his own running through him. Instinctively, he turned once again to look at the silly creature laying upon the sands, and his eyes fell upon a smaller version of her, it seemed. And as he moved toward the boy, it was then that he realized, as His' emotions flickered through his consciousness. She had not laid down, she had fallen. It was not by choice, and she was hurt. So very hurt. There was ichor! She would die!
No, she will not die, N'ryl-mine, he assured as he finally made it to his place beside the boy. The blue nuzzled into him, offering up all the comfort he could while his hunger tore at his stomach. He couldn't remember how many times he repeated the assurances, nor how many different variations he used. Anything to keep the fear His felt at bay.
Finally, after turns it seemed, the girl was carried away and tear-filled eyes were turned to him, N'ryl finally realizing the hunger he felt in his gut. And even as Gryth ate, he was reassuring him, promising the health of the girl even though he had no control over such things.
And she did wake up! He knew he had been right. But something about His had changed in that moment. He became more withdrawn, more guilty. More sad. And so Gryth gave him comfort in the only way he could, by being there for him, and being the quiet strength behind him, nudging him forward and guiding him in the gentlest of manners.
Naeryl
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider
Personality:
Generally, N'ryl is a quiet, gentle person. He very rarely raises his voice over a loud murmur, and there isn't an instance in the memory of anyone except perhaps his sister where he has yelled at anyone. Though he has his own opinions on just about everything, he hardly ever voices them, unless asked directly, and even then he will keep his replies succinct and as word-less as possible. Now, don't get him wrong, he is not anti social. Really, he is just shy, and if someone works hard enough to get past his rough, cold exterior, they'll find a loving, kind boy the likes of which are hard to find. His actions are generally prodded by his fear that he will disappoint, and an old, old memory that he fears will repeat itself.
Appearance:
N'ryl is very much a twin to his older sister, though there are minor differences. He towers over most at an impressive six foot, three inches, but he carries himself in a way that makes him seem to melt into the crowd. His hair is a shaggy, dark black that is dull, with little sheen. Its uneven strands reach down to the base of his neck most of the time. His skin is not as richly olive as Cilnah's, but still contains a handsome hue. Eyes the color of jade peer out from behind bangs that could completely hide them if he so chose. His build is long, lanky. His limbs are a bit long for his torso, which makes him a bit clumsy, and thus his coordination is off. One thing about him, there is a silver dragon pendant that is always around his neck, the figure clutching a tiger's eye sphere in it's talons.
Family:
Mother: Kinal - Cook
Father: Solte - Cleaner
Siblings:
-Cilnah - Female - Eighteen turns - Candidate
-Kinte - Male - Eleven turns
Pets:
None, as of yet.
History:
From the moment of his first memory, N'ryl has known that there were always two things he could count on in his life: rain, and disappointment. Based on these two things, he lived his life rather mildly, never going too far out of his way to push or prod anyone. After all, if he didn't want to go out of his own comfort zone, why would anyone else? That was his believe for the first half of his life. Meekly he did what he was told, never bothering to talk back except on the rare occasion, and even then there were usually extenuating circumstances. The only time he ever really seemed out of sorts was when he was feeling ill, and even then it wasn't noticeable unless you really knew him. Most of the time the only person who knew he wasn't feeling well was his sister, Cilnah.
He held the girl in near reverence. Though only a year older, he felt that she knew everything about everything, and never questioned her judgment. To his eyes, she could do no wrong. Even when it came to the point that most of the other boys in the weyr were separating from their families and moving off to do their own things, whether that be learning a trade or getting into trouble, the young N'ryl stayed by his sister's side unerringly. Due to the fact that Cilnah had been a babysitter to most of his peers, he never suffered much from ridicule. At least not to his face, and none that he became aware of. There were the rare occasions that she would come home scuffed and bruised, but she always waved off those times with a grin and laugh, telling him that she'd been her usual clumsy self. He had never argued, but secretly he knew that this was a lie. His sister was the most graceful, un-clumsy person he had ever met. He admired her for that.
But, as with all things, there comes a time when comfort and regularity must come to an end. And for N'ryl, this moment came during a terrible storm, amidst the humming welcome of dragons. He was a mere twelve, standing amidst Candidates, most older than him, though his sister was there as well, and that gave him some comfort. He had not yet gained his height, and as of now felt unbelievably small faced with his peers and the eggs, dragons, and especially the Queen-mother that stood guard over her precious children. And, as he stood shivering in the rain, with mist roiling up around him from the heat of the sands, he saw what he thought must be a nightmare unfold before him. Several of the Hatchings occurred without incident, and then, with a mighty crack, a sapphire blue emerged onto the world. But almost at the same instant, there was a painful shout, and a clamor from the female candidates. His attention instantly diverted, he felt the worst feeling he had ever experienced, and to this day nothing has matched it. For there, in front of his very jade eyes, his beloved sister collapsed to the Sands, a crimson stain flowering on her white robes.
All thoughts of Impression forgotten, N'ryl scrambled to his sister's side, falling to his knees beside the motionless body and gently moving a wall of hair from her face, revealing a deep wound that spanned about the size of his younger brother's palm. For the first time in his life, he felt tears pooling in public, the guilt he felt deep in his chest more than any he could imagine. And then there was a voice in his mind, crooning his soft, soothing melody, trying to calm His. N'ryl looked up into the whirling eyes of the blue that was newly hatched and secretly, deep within his heart, a place not even his dragon could reach, the guilt grew.
For the next three days he would not leave Cilnah's side, and when she finally awoke, he realized his guilt was justified, for in the most fleeting of glances when she heard about his Impression, the young boy saw a flicker of jealousy. From that moment on he had distanced himself, learning of the dragonriders and their ways, avoiding his sister whenever possible. He would not force his presence upon her, for though she hid it well, he knew that she was jealous of him, and in his own mind, that jealousy grew into a hatred. Especially when his mother refused to let the girl stand any more.
And so things went for four years, as N'ryl went from weyrling to dragonrider, until there were whispers of a chance, of a possibility. There was a Queenrider who wanted to leave this place, to start a weyr of her own! And she needed others to go with her, to make this new weyr successful. And in N'yrl's mind, finally there was a way to make things right with his sister. Finally he could get back the closeness that he had not allowed himself with anyone other that Gryth since that moment in the resting room.
Dragon Name:
Gryth [000080]
Dragon Age:
Five
Dragon Color:
Blue
Dragon Length:
33 ft.
Dragon Personality:
Gryth is a caring dragon in every sense of the word. Though he would like to be an introvert, the fact that His was one as well forced him to be the more extroverted of the pair. His mind is sharp, and he is a soft spoken in every sense. He is constantly wary of upsetting His, though the boy seemed to have his emotions well under control, and hidden behind a locked door that he would allow none to open. The blue, though large for his size, holds no arrogance towards others, and quite often will back down even when he knows he is in the right. Conflict is not his desire.
Dragon Appearance:
Gryth is predominately a single shade of sapphire blue, the tone even and deep all along his length. There are, however, a very few splotches of a seemingly teal color that speckle him here and there. The most noticeable of these is a single streak through the membranes of his left wing, starting out thin and barely there, then spreading to almost a human hand’s width as it arches down to the bottom most tip of the wing. The only other mark marring him is that same shade that starts half way down his tail, curling about it much as a girl twirls her hair about her finger, making three loops down its length and following the right fork of his tail tip, engulfing it entirely.
Dragon History:
He pulled himself tighter against himself as the storm ragged outside his safe haven, the shell of his egg muffling the rolling thunder that continued to sound in the heavens above. He was in no hurry to burst onto that scene. And his hunger wasn't that bad. Yet. He waited, patiently allowing his clutchsiblings to thin out the creatures that stood upon the warm sands, for that would only make it easier to find His, after all.
Finally though, the gnawing pain in his stomach got to be overwhelming, and besides that, there was a cramp in his wing. It was then that he realized just how small his egg home was, really, and as another peel of thunder sounded, he quickly began to work his way out of his imprisonment. It didn't take long, really. The shell had been knocked about rather roughly by his siblings, and with a few well placed butts of his head, the thing shattered, and he stood among the remains, head held high and wings lifted to dry.
A particularly loud squawk from one of the strange, pale creatures drew his attention briefly, but he had no interest in the soft looking thing that was laying in the sands. What a silly thing to do! Gryth turned his head away just as quickly, his eyes scanning the remainder of the humans, looking for His. A few slow, steady steps forward, and then he was pulled up short, a jolt of fear and anguish not his own running through him. Instinctively, he turned once again to look at the silly creature laying upon the sands, and his eyes fell upon a smaller version of her, it seemed. And as he moved toward the boy, it was then that he realized, as His' emotions flickered through his consciousness. She had not laid down, she had fallen. It was not by choice, and she was hurt. So very hurt. There was ichor! She would die!
No, she will not die, N'ryl-mine, he assured as he finally made it to his place beside the boy. The blue nuzzled into him, offering up all the comfort he could while his hunger tore at his stomach. He couldn't remember how many times he repeated the assurances, nor how many different variations he used. Anything to keep the fear His felt at bay.
Finally, after turns it seemed, the girl was carried away and tear-filled eyes were turned to him, N'ryl finally realizing the hunger he felt in his gut. And even as Gryth ate, he was reassuring him, promising the health of the girl even though he had no control over such things.
And she did wake up! He knew he had been right. But something about His had changed in that moment. He became more withdrawn, more guilty. More sad. And so Gryth gave him comfort in the only way he could, by being there for him, and being the quiet strength behind him, nudging him forward and guiding him in the gentlest of manners.
