Post by virenn on May 8, 2009 17:51:19 GMT -5
Name: Z’len (born Zaelen)
Gender: Male
Age:19
Sexuality: Bisexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Dragonrider
Personality:
Being the eldest child in a family of seven taught Z’len at the very young age the importance of hard work. Helpful to the extreme, Z’len often finds himself volunteering to help—whether it be doing sweeps, Searches, helping Candidates or Weyrlings and even doing chores. It seems as though he likes to keep himself busy, and he does not mind this.
Z’len is strong emotionally; he can hold his own, and with Leviath he’s even stronger. The death of his weyrmate hit him hard, but he’s coping with it. Dragonriders can not—should not—succumb to depression, and Z’len refuses to let himself.
As if it would help, he took to a bit of flirting. This isn’t to say that it’s the only thing he does, rather if he sees a pretty, or handsome, face and it appears to him that they may be interested, he would take to flirting with them. Maybe it’s another way to keep busy, but only he, and Leviath, would know.
Appearance:
A tall, lean man with narrow shoulders and hips, Z’len is not exactly the epitome of strength. When seen from the side, it becomes obvious that he also has a narrow chest. Sure, he could use a bit more muscle on him, but he is not one to complain about his size; after all, he is fairly strong.
With an aquiline nose and strong jaw, Z’len can be described as handsome, though he certainly is not one with the ability to stand out in the crowd. One thing that Z’len particularly likes about himself is his hair; curly and (though he tries to avoid it) wild, he often finds himself pulling it back in a short, messy ponytail. Z’len, though he can be very serious, is often seen smiling. There is no reason not to, and so he has no problem doing it—after all, it is far better than walking around like a grump.
When he is not in his riding gear, Z’len can normally be found wearing tunics of various colors. He seems to be fond of the color blue, particularly any which can match his Leviath’s hide.
Family:
Zaahir, father, miner
Keava, mother
Keahir, brother
Avanti, sister
Vaairak, brother
Hiral, brother
Vacyir, sister
Pets: None
History:
Listen, a heartless shout
Listen, a heartless cry
Listen, a heartless world!
In Nabol Hold, Zaelen was the typical holder child; he did his chores, duties, and attended daily Harper lessons. As the eldest child, he was expected to continue mining as his father had, and, if he was deemed worthy enough, Impress a watch-wher.
Zaelen could not claim that he liked it at the mine; rather it was a place he had to stay while he searched out something better for himself. Mining was not, in his valid opinion, a great job.
On the other hand, the boy took to the drums like a master. Particularly efficient with drum codes, he could often be found up in the tower receiving and sending messages off to different holds. While he was not Harper material, Zaelen liked to entertain himself. If he was, he would become a journeyman, specializing in the drums, travel from hold to hold teaching others the ways of Pern, and become famous.
It was a silly thing to dream about, but Zaelen did not mind. After all, he had a better chance of becoming a Harper than (and at this, he always grins, because this is his true wish) being Searched and becoming a rider.
Dreams do come true, though; once Zaelen was fourteen turns old, a Searchrider came to Nabol Hold, claiming that the boy had potential to Impress. His father did not want to let him go, of course—if he had the possibility to Impress a dragon, then he could certainly Impress a watch-wher and be of value to the mine. Zaelen knew his rights as a Searched Candidate, and could not be kept at the Hold.
He was whisked away, right on time for the Hatching.
Zaelen stood out on the sands, hot and sweaty, as he waited for his dragon. He was Searched, so that meant that he had to have one, right? As Greens hatched, as well as blue, and began Impressing to Theirs, he became fidgety. What if he would not Impress? What if coming had been a mistake?
He concentrated on watching the hatchlings, particularly that of a sturdy brown, a pretty green, and a magnificent blue. In his desperation, though he knew that dragons did not understand drum codes, he slapped out a message by hitting his hands against his thighs. The boy who stood next to him shot him an awkward look, but Zaelen did not care. I am here. Where are you? it had said.
Suddenly, the blue that he had been watching turned around, making a dash towards him. Z’lenMine! Why are you being so silly?[/color] he asked. Once the blue’s voice rang through his head, Zaelen’s face broke into a grin. Your Leviath is here now. We can play after I am fed, right, Mine?[/color]
From that moment on, Zaelen was Z’len, rider of the marvelous Blue Leviath.
When Leviath was two turns and a green rose, the dragon suddenly seemed to hit maturity. He shot into the sky, no more than a blue blur; flying as fast as his wings would allow him. He would fly this green, he was sure of it! The blue was correct, as he had been the one to win the flight.
Much to Z’len’s joy, the rider, Par’us, had been someone who had Impressed one of Leviath’s clutchmates, and someone who he was quite fond of. It was a decision made by the two of them to become weyrmates.
Their relationship was a steady one, one that Z’len was quite thankful for. He never suspected that a sudden, unfair, and cruel end was about to occur.
Z’len saw Par’us being stabbed by a drunkard—he slurred his words as he struggled to take another swing of a, most likely stolen, bottle of Benden wine.
Par’us’ Green let loose a desperate cry before she disappeared to the sanctuary that the darkness of between offered her. Z’len let loose a cry of his own; one out of suffering at his loss. He would kill him! He was going to kill that man! That murderer would wish he was never born, he was sure of it!
Just as he made a move to rush forward, he felt his body being yanked on. Z’len was held back by two other riders; a third was almost needed because he was struggling so desperately to get to Par’us’ fallen body and the man who held the blooded dagger. He needed to kill him… He could not, of course, for other riders had taken the man away.
Instead, he was allowed to go to Par’us; he was the one who would decide what would be done to his Weyrmate’s body. The decision was made for him; Par’us and his Heuskauth had a deep bond, and Z’len knew that he wanted to be with the Green if the opportunity presented itself. Taking the only thing he could remember the man by—a silver ring that bore the engravement of a dragon—he and Leviath allowed him to die as a rider. They released Par’us’ body into the cold of between.
Unable to withstand the Weyr where he had lost Par’us, Z’len made a move to Dalibor.
Even the days we fought and even the nights that crumbled in sorrow,
Have become substance to keep me alive now.
It's the promised time.
Here and now, I search for you
But you're nowhere to be found
Why? Someone, please tell me!
Dragon Name: Leviath (356790)
Dragon Age: 5
Dragon Color: Blue
Dragon Length: 33 feet
Dragon Personality:
Leviath is quite the happy-go-lucky dragon. Though the times would call for a beast who is serious, this dragon actually tends to have a want to play games. Though it would seem awkward, he actually enjoys playing with weyrbrats and, if the situation would allow for it, holder children. He’s particularly fond of the game of “pretend”, and will allow children to climb up onto his neck in order to “flame and fight Thread”, with the careful supervision of His, of course.
Though he is a kind dragon, Leviath will stop at nothing to protect anything he considers His or in need of protecting.
Dragon Appearance:
A clear, solid blue—almost the color of a sparkling lake—this dragon can be described as beautiful, based solely on his color. Though he is on the larger end of the blue scale, Leviath is slender; he is built in such a way that he can cut through the air easily, making flying very enjoyable and easy for him. His wings seem to fit his body just perfectly, though he has a slightly longer than normal tail.
Dragon History:
Leviath was not sure what to think when he first hatched. He searched desperately throughout the crowd for His, but he could not find him. He took to pacing; wherever His was, he was sure to find him! That was when he seen Heuskauth—the green was pretty, and he ran up to her to play. Would she play with him?
No, she wouldn’t. She had spotted Hers among the boys, and with an apologetic dragonic grin, she raced towards him. The Blue sat down and watched sadly as Heuskauth rubbed her head against Hers. As for Leviath, he was going to sit there to scan the crowd of gathered Candidates to see if His was there before he finally gave up. He sat there for no more than two seconds when something caught his eye.
It was a hand, moving in an unfamiliar pattern; his eyes locked on it, and his tail thumped against the ground as he mimicked the boy’s movements.
I am here. Where are you?
He sat there, as if in a trance, before he jumped up. It is Mine! Racing towards the youth, he skirted to a halt right in front of him. Z’lenMine! Why are you being so silly?[/color] he asked. Your Leviath is here now. We can play after I am fed, right, Mine?[/color]
He was bonded to Z’len; to him, the boy was perfect. He was His; nothing would come between them!
His thoughts were true, though now he would not remember that he even said that to His. Z’len and Leviath grew ever-closer, a bond growing so strong that even His could not remember a time without him.
Once he was two turns, Heuskauth—that pretty green that he tried to play with so long ago—rose. He shot into the sky after her. She was about to play with the other dragons; she wanted to be caught, and he would be the one to catch her!
He was correct, for he had caught the pretty green—oh, it was a joyous day indeed! Even Z’len was overjoyed at the product.
While he didn’t catch the lovely Heuskauth, he found that he did catch her plenty of times! Perhaps Hers had something to do with it? He seemed to enjoy himself with His quite often, based on what his pretty Heuskauth had told him.
Some time later, he was not sure how long, he and His watched as Heuskauth betweened. A drunken man, they did not know who it was, had attacked and killed Hers. Leviath knew that His was angry, that he would have killed the man who killed his weyrmate, but he couldn’t, for his was held back by others.
Z’lenMine! Z’lenMine, speak to me! Are you okay?[/color]
Yes…
We’ll be okay, Z’lenMine.[/color]
His was hurting, he knew, but he was unable to do much about it. He hurt and he hurt, so much that he transferred to Dalibor. He had to stay away from the place where his pain had occurred, and the Weyr seemed like the best place to be.
Gender: Male
Age:19
Sexuality: Bisexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Dragonrider
Personality:
Being the eldest child in a family of seven taught Z’len at the very young age the importance of hard work. Helpful to the extreme, Z’len often finds himself volunteering to help—whether it be doing sweeps, Searches, helping Candidates or Weyrlings and even doing chores. It seems as though he likes to keep himself busy, and he does not mind this.
Z’len is strong emotionally; he can hold his own, and with Leviath he’s even stronger. The death of his weyrmate hit him hard, but he’s coping with it. Dragonriders can not—should not—succumb to depression, and Z’len refuses to let himself.
As if it would help, he took to a bit of flirting. This isn’t to say that it’s the only thing he does, rather if he sees a pretty, or handsome, face and it appears to him that they may be interested, he would take to flirting with them. Maybe it’s another way to keep busy, but only he, and Leviath, would know.
Appearance:
A tall, lean man with narrow shoulders and hips, Z’len is not exactly the epitome of strength. When seen from the side, it becomes obvious that he also has a narrow chest. Sure, he could use a bit more muscle on him, but he is not one to complain about his size; after all, he is fairly strong.
With an aquiline nose and strong jaw, Z’len can be described as handsome, though he certainly is not one with the ability to stand out in the crowd. One thing that Z’len particularly likes about himself is his hair; curly and (though he tries to avoid it) wild, he often finds himself pulling it back in a short, messy ponytail. Z’len, though he can be very serious, is often seen smiling. There is no reason not to, and so he has no problem doing it—after all, it is far better than walking around like a grump.
When he is not in his riding gear, Z’len can normally be found wearing tunics of various colors. He seems to be fond of the color blue, particularly any which can match his Leviath’s hide.
Family:
Zaahir, father, miner
Keava, mother
Keahir, brother
Avanti, sister
Vaairak, brother
Hiral, brother
Vacyir, sister
Pets: None
History:
Listen, a heartless shout
Listen, a heartless cry
Listen, a heartless world!
In Nabol Hold, Zaelen was the typical holder child; he did his chores, duties, and attended daily Harper lessons. As the eldest child, he was expected to continue mining as his father had, and, if he was deemed worthy enough, Impress a watch-wher.
Zaelen could not claim that he liked it at the mine; rather it was a place he had to stay while he searched out something better for himself. Mining was not, in his valid opinion, a great job.
On the other hand, the boy took to the drums like a master. Particularly efficient with drum codes, he could often be found up in the tower receiving and sending messages off to different holds. While he was not Harper material, Zaelen liked to entertain himself. If he was, he would become a journeyman, specializing in the drums, travel from hold to hold teaching others the ways of Pern, and become famous.
It was a silly thing to dream about, but Zaelen did not mind. After all, he had a better chance of becoming a Harper than (and at this, he always grins, because this is his true wish) being Searched and becoming a rider.
Dreams do come true, though; once Zaelen was fourteen turns old, a Searchrider came to Nabol Hold, claiming that the boy had potential to Impress. His father did not want to let him go, of course—if he had the possibility to Impress a dragon, then he could certainly Impress a watch-wher and be of value to the mine. Zaelen knew his rights as a Searched Candidate, and could not be kept at the Hold.
He was whisked away, right on time for the Hatching.
Zaelen stood out on the sands, hot and sweaty, as he waited for his dragon. He was Searched, so that meant that he had to have one, right? As Greens hatched, as well as blue, and began Impressing to Theirs, he became fidgety. What if he would not Impress? What if coming had been a mistake?
He concentrated on watching the hatchlings, particularly that of a sturdy brown, a pretty green, and a magnificent blue. In his desperation, though he knew that dragons did not understand drum codes, he slapped out a message by hitting his hands against his thighs. The boy who stood next to him shot him an awkward look, but Zaelen did not care. I am here. Where are you? it had said.
Suddenly, the blue that he had been watching turned around, making a dash towards him. Z’lenMine! Why are you being so silly?[/color] he asked. Once the blue’s voice rang through his head, Zaelen’s face broke into a grin. Your Leviath is here now. We can play after I am fed, right, Mine?[/color]
From that moment on, Zaelen was Z’len, rider of the marvelous Blue Leviath.
When Leviath was two turns and a green rose, the dragon suddenly seemed to hit maturity. He shot into the sky, no more than a blue blur; flying as fast as his wings would allow him. He would fly this green, he was sure of it! The blue was correct, as he had been the one to win the flight.
Much to Z’len’s joy, the rider, Par’us, had been someone who had Impressed one of Leviath’s clutchmates, and someone who he was quite fond of. It was a decision made by the two of them to become weyrmates.
Their relationship was a steady one, one that Z’len was quite thankful for. He never suspected that a sudden, unfair, and cruel end was about to occur.
Z’len saw Par’us being stabbed by a drunkard—he slurred his words as he struggled to take another swing of a, most likely stolen, bottle of Benden wine.
Par’us’ Green let loose a desperate cry before she disappeared to the sanctuary that the darkness of between offered her. Z’len let loose a cry of his own; one out of suffering at his loss. He would kill him! He was going to kill that man! That murderer would wish he was never born, he was sure of it!
Just as he made a move to rush forward, he felt his body being yanked on. Z’len was held back by two other riders; a third was almost needed because he was struggling so desperately to get to Par’us’ fallen body and the man who held the blooded dagger. He needed to kill him… He could not, of course, for other riders had taken the man away.
Instead, he was allowed to go to Par’us; he was the one who would decide what would be done to his Weyrmate’s body. The decision was made for him; Par’us and his Heuskauth had a deep bond, and Z’len knew that he wanted to be with the Green if the opportunity presented itself. Taking the only thing he could remember the man by—a silver ring that bore the engravement of a dragon—he and Leviath allowed him to die as a rider. They released Par’us’ body into the cold of between.
Unable to withstand the Weyr where he had lost Par’us, Z’len made a move to Dalibor.
Even the days we fought and even the nights that crumbled in sorrow,
Have become substance to keep me alive now.
It's the promised time.
Here and now, I search for you
But you're nowhere to be found
Why? Someone, please tell me!
Dragon Name: Leviath (356790)
Dragon Age: 5
Dragon Color: Blue
Dragon Length: 33 feet
Dragon Personality:
Leviath is quite the happy-go-lucky dragon. Though the times would call for a beast who is serious, this dragon actually tends to have a want to play games. Though it would seem awkward, he actually enjoys playing with weyrbrats and, if the situation would allow for it, holder children. He’s particularly fond of the game of “pretend”, and will allow children to climb up onto his neck in order to “flame and fight Thread”, with the careful supervision of His, of course.
Though he is a kind dragon, Leviath will stop at nothing to protect anything he considers His or in need of protecting.
Dragon Appearance:
A clear, solid blue—almost the color of a sparkling lake—this dragon can be described as beautiful, based solely on his color. Though he is on the larger end of the blue scale, Leviath is slender; he is built in such a way that he can cut through the air easily, making flying very enjoyable and easy for him. His wings seem to fit his body just perfectly, though he has a slightly longer than normal tail.
Dragon History:
Leviath was not sure what to think when he first hatched. He searched desperately throughout the crowd for His, but he could not find him. He took to pacing; wherever His was, he was sure to find him! That was when he seen Heuskauth—the green was pretty, and he ran up to her to play. Would she play with him?
No, she wouldn’t. She had spotted Hers among the boys, and with an apologetic dragonic grin, she raced towards him. The Blue sat down and watched sadly as Heuskauth rubbed her head against Hers. As for Leviath, he was going to sit there to scan the crowd of gathered Candidates to see if His was there before he finally gave up. He sat there for no more than two seconds when something caught his eye.
It was a hand, moving in an unfamiliar pattern; his eyes locked on it, and his tail thumped against the ground as he mimicked the boy’s movements.
I am here. Where are you?
He sat there, as if in a trance, before he jumped up. It is Mine! Racing towards the youth, he skirted to a halt right in front of him. Z’lenMine! Why are you being so silly?[/color] he asked. Your Leviath is here now. We can play after I am fed, right, Mine?[/color]
He was bonded to Z’len; to him, the boy was perfect. He was His; nothing would come between them!
His thoughts were true, though now he would not remember that he even said that to His. Z’len and Leviath grew ever-closer, a bond growing so strong that even His could not remember a time without him.
Once he was two turns, Heuskauth—that pretty green that he tried to play with so long ago—rose. He shot into the sky after her. She was about to play with the other dragons; she wanted to be caught, and he would be the one to catch her!
He was correct, for he had caught the pretty green—oh, it was a joyous day indeed! Even Z’len was overjoyed at the product.
While he didn’t catch the lovely Heuskauth, he found that he did catch her plenty of times! Perhaps Hers had something to do with it? He seemed to enjoy himself with His quite often, based on what his pretty Heuskauth had told him.
Some time later, he was not sure how long, he and His watched as Heuskauth betweened. A drunken man, they did not know who it was, had attacked and killed Hers. Leviath knew that His was angry, that he would have killed the man who killed his weyrmate, but he couldn’t, for his was held back by others.
Z’lenMine! Z’lenMine, speak to me! Are you okay?[/color]
Yes…
We’ll be okay, Z’lenMine.[/color]
His was hurting, he knew, but he was unable to do much about it. He hurt and he hurt, so much that he transferred to Dalibor. He had to stay away from the place where his pain had occurred, and the Weyr seemed like the best place to be.
