Post by jack on Mar 18, 2009 13:35:22 GMT -5
Name: R’ish
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Sexuality: Openly Homosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr(Transfering)
Rank: Wingrider; Journeyman Harper(strictly string instruments)
Personality: R’ish is a clever young man whose overall intelligence is usually lost beneath his spontaneity, and mischievous nature. He loves to work with his hands, and has an eye for detail, as well as an incredible amount of patience, but at the same time can be whiny and downright impatient when he feels it will get him somewhere. Although he can occasionally come off as a bit childish, it is easy to see through his immaturity to the devious little devil he’s not really hiding, although by the time you see through the pout hiding the smirk hiding the glimmer of trouble, he’s probably already either pulled down your pants, or has a hand in them.
R’ish thrives on pleasure and feel-good-feelings, and his favorite times of day—when not in bed with someone—are laying around in the sun when there’s nothing but the words ‘nice and good’ radiating in his mind. He loves calm and yet craves chaos, and seems to have a talent for making wild situations slow down. Although he doesn’t have a smidge of leadership skills in him for more than a few seconds at a time, he can walk into a disorganized mess and with a few words, have it running smoothly. At the same time, however, he drops all formalities within an instant and will most likely be taking a nap on the tables while everyone else goes about their business after being set straight.
He doesn’t have much of a temper, but when it comes up, it is harsh and fast. When angered he is blunt and to the point, and although he doesn’t sugar-coat anything in the first place, his tone can cut as cleanly as a knife and his whirled departure is like a twisting stab, as R’ish is one of those people who never turn their back on anyone, no matter how tough it gets.
R’ish is loyal to a point, and knows his place in the Weyr. Nevertheless, he is bold and fearless, although his relaxed mannerisms and absolute inability to avoid popping space bubbles makes him oddly endearing. He’s the kind of person who can slink into even a recluse’s little shack and be sitting on the hermit’s head without getting his limbs chomped off by the crazy loner’s mean guardigator.
Its hard to dislike R’ish, but its even harder for R’ish to dislike anyone. He’s a happy fellow who likes other people to be happy, and although he is good at telling the natures of people, he completely disregards them and will approach even the meanest of people in the hopes of making even them smile. And if he has to take a punch to the face, he’ll take it. Take it, sit up, smile, and say “There ya go. Knew you had a grin in ya.”
Appearance: A lean young man, R’ish is very fitting for his nature. He has an oddly mature face that can become childish in an instant, and clean grey eyes that are constantly twinkling. His hair is a soft cream color, although there is a wide chunk of bangs that seems to constantly change color as he plays around with various plant dyes in an attempt to match his dragon’s coat color, which he won’t deny he’s in love with.
Although the color changes, the style does not, and his hair is constantly in a gentle wave, kept just long enough to be between shoulder-length and buzz-cut. He likes to string beads on the longer strands, although what color, where, how many, and many other factors depend on what color he’s managed to get his hair this time.
R’ish has a minor obsession with those beads, and has quite a selection. Aside from hair-beads he has strings of beads he wraps around his arms sometimes, and even has a few extra-long strings and the like for his dragon to wear. Both of the rider’s ears are pierced, and he has almost as many different things to put in his ears as he does beads.
He has average skin and doesn’t burn, but doesn’t tan much either. A relief, as far as he’s concerned, because if he tanned as well as some people, he’d have to lay around naked to keep himself aesthetically even.
While R’ish is almost reaching his 32 year, his childish antics and overall youthful look makes him appear as though he’d only just stumbled out of his teens…and he has a tendency to say he’s in his lower twenties…
Family:
Father: Darin(Deceased)
Mother: Shua(Deceased)
Younger Sister: Durian
Youngest Sister: Jipper(Deceased)
Pets:
n/a
History: Born in the Harper Hall, Ridsh was quick to show that the home of music was not for him. Although he excelled at string instruments—and will admit that he still loves to play the gitar or harp once and a while—he was happiest on the roof after scurrying away from his parents and scrambling up the walls to his beloved perch. His eyes were always on the clouds, and his favorite things were to watch dragonriders sail by.
But Ridsh grew up in a place many people dreamed of, and his father drilled it in him to be thankful of their home. He was, and taught himself very early on to enjoy even situations that are not one-hundred percent ideal. When little Durian stumbled along, Ridsh became less of a shifty boy, settling down to take care of his stumbling baby sister with eager eyes and an broad smile.
He began to play with even more enthusiasm when he had a bubbly tailgater, and set into his classes as an apprentice with a vigor. It wasn’t long before his talents with the strings became noted even by the masters as unique. He walked the tables on his nineteenth birthday, to the pleasure of his Master and Journeyman parents.
A week before his little sister’s birthday, when he was in his twentieth turn, Ridsh was playing an older tune while his parents sang when a dragonrider entered the hall, selecting Ridsh as a Candidate and whisking him away to a Weyr in the South.
Ridsh’s first Hatching rolled around not long after he was first inducted into the ranks of the Candidates, but while everyother cAndidate in his group—quite a rarity—Impressed, he did not. He was taken to another Hatching a few weeks later, in a different weyr. This time he was successful, and the bustling Pink Gyth bounded into his life.
Happy years flew by with the energetic dragon at his side, but the perfection that had become his life was shattered unexpectedly when the news of his parents’ and baby sister’s deaths reached his ears, and it wasn’t long after that he discovered his other sister was missing, but not dead. Without a word he flew off and began his search, and has been hopping from Weyr to Weyr ever since, taking time to search every nearby Hold and every scrap of land inbetween his duties.
Dalibor Weyr will be his most recent transfer, and is the last place he can look. Praying that against all odds his little sister will be somewhere within the Weyr’s protection, he’s moved here at last, and boy will he be surprised.
Dragon Name: Gyth(pronounced ‘gye’)
Dragon Age: 10 Turns
Dragon Color: Gyth is a very dark, not exceedingly rich, pink color with many light accents along her body, especially noticeable behind her legs, under her chin, under her tail, and around her eyes.
Dragon Length: Fairly average for a Pink, she reaches 23 feet when she stretches
Dragon Personality: Gyth is, for lack of a better word, a busy-body. She loves to be in constant motion, and especially likes to work and do helpful things. She loves to fetch things for people, and has carried terrorfied runner-beasts to and fro for various people that she spots walking by themselves on road while she and R’ish are gliding about.
Gyth has trouble figuring out when is too much, and will go over and beyond to make herself useful. At the same time, however, she loves moments of absolute still, and likes to nap. Her favorite places to be are where there are hoards of people, and will try her hardest to never leave R’ish’s side, going so far as to occasionally stick her head into windows to keep watch on him while he’s hunting through Holds.
She is an oddly good search dragon for a Pink, and has carried many a Candidate who now fly the skies with her. Her crowning achievement—as she says—is the one girl she dragged R’ish through three trees and into a cave a touch too small for both rider and dragon to fit in, to snatch. The girl impressed a small Red, to the thrill of Gyth, who still makes a point to greet them both enthusiastically whenever they’re near the pair’s Weyr.
Dragon Appearance: A pretty gal, Gyth is very well-built, if a tad bit oddly. Her wings are a bit shorter than one would assume, and her overall form is much leaner and tinier than one would originally assume from hearing her length. Her tail is oddly long, however, and is strangely flat along the sides.
She is an incredibly good swimmer, and an even better flier. Her shorter wings allow her to make sharper and more unexpected turns, ad she thrives on scaring the very life out of R’ish by shooting through places dragons really shouldn’t try to squish into.
Dragon History: Gyth was the smallest of her clutch, but was the first to Impress. She wasted no time to stumble over to Hers the moment she’d hatched, careful to avoid her two black siblings who were squabbling away. It was a very small clutch, with only 5 eggs over all, with the twin Blacks—one of which betweened when he couldn’t find His—being the lowest ranked and a lone Blue the highest.
Hers was the oldest there, not that that was a problem, but also the most experienced, and she never had to bother him for food or anything, because he was already on top of it, seeming to recognize it when she got hungry far quicker than she would have thought. Hers was a good oiler too, although he had a lot to learn in other respects. Like swimming! Hers couldn’t swim very well, but she fixed that up right quick!
Okay, so the pretty two-leg with the black hair and the big bossy Iron did, but she helped!
Turns passed merrily as far as she was concerned, and Gyth was one of the first in the air, although she was the last to flame. While flying and swimming came naturally to her, Hers seemed rather convinced she’d never figure out how to chew those rocks. But she did! Ha. Showed Hers. Showed that teacher’s Iron too—he nearly bit his tongue off when she flamed right in his face!
But things changed suddenly when a messenger spoke to Hers about some place that had been burned, and although Hers explained that his family had been killed, accept for his hatchmate, she still couldn’t quite figure out why they had to transfer. She figured it out, however, when R’ish started to take her out to just search and look and look. He wanted to find his sister—she could understand that.
So from Weyr to Weyr they’ve jumped, allowing Gyth to meet and greet almost every dragon in Pern, to her delight. But its coming down to the last Weyr, at least, that’s what Hers says, soe as far as Gyth knows, this is their last stop. Hopefully Hers’s little hatchmate will be there. Gyth knows he’ll be even happier then—and that’s the whole name of the game!
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Sexuality: Openly Homosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr(Transfering)
Rank: Wingrider; Journeyman Harper(strictly string instruments)
Personality: R’ish is a clever young man whose overall intelligence is usually lost beneath his spontaneity, and mischievous nature. He loves to work with his hands, and has an eye for detail, as well as an incredible amount of patience, but at the same time can be whiny and downright impatient when he feels it will get him somewhere. Although he can occasionally come off as a bit childish, it is easy to see through his immaturity to the devious little devil he’s not really hiding, although by the time you see through the pout hiding the smirk hiding the glimmer of trouble, he’s probably already either pulled down your pants, or has a hand in them.
R’ish thrives on pleasure and feel-good-feelings, and his favorite times of day—when not in bed with someone—are laying around in the sun when there’s nothing but the words ‘nice and good’ radiating in his mind. He loves calm and yet craves chaos, and seems to have a talent for making wild situations slow down. Although he doesn’t have a smidge of leadership skills in him for more than a few seconds at a time, he can walk into a disorganized mess and with a few words, have it running smoothly. At the same time, however, he drops all formalities within an instant and will most likely be taking a nap on the tables while everyone else goes about their business after being set straight.
He doesn’t have much of a temper, but when it comes up, it is harsh and fast. When angered he is blunt and to the point, and although he doesn’t sugar-coat anything in the first place, his tone can cut as cleanly as a knife and his whirled departure is like a twisting stab, as R’ish is one of those people who never turn their back on anyone, no matter how tough it gets.
R’ish is loyal to a point, and knows his place in the Weyr. Nevertheless, he is bold and fearless, although his relaxed mannerisms and absolute inability to avoid popping space bubbles makes him oddly endearing. He’s the kind of person who can slink into even a recluse’s little shack and be sitting on the hermit’s head without getting his limbs chomped off by the crazy loner’s mean guardigator.
Its hard to dislike R’ish, but its even harder for R’ish to dislike anyone. He’s a happy fellow who likes other people to be happy, and although he is good at telling the natures of people, he completely disregards them and will approach even the meanest of people in the hopes of making even them smile. And if he has to take a punch to the face, he’ll take it. Take it, sit up, smile, and say “There ya go. Knew you had a grin in ya.”
Appearance: A lean young man, R’ish is very fitting for his nature. He has an oddly mature face that can become childish in an instant, and clean grey eyes that are constantly twinkling. His hair is a soft cream color, although there is a wide chunk of bangs that seems to constantly change color as he plays around with various plant dyes in an attempt to match his dragon’s coat color, which he won’t deny he’s in love with.
Although the color changes, the style does not, and his hair is constantly in a gentle wave, kept just long enough to be between shoulder-length and buzz-cut. He likes to string beads on the longer strands, although what color, where, how many, and many other factors depend on what color he’s managed to get his hair this time.
R’ish has a minor obsession with those beads, and has quite a selection. Aside from hair-beads he has strings of beads he wraps around his arms sometimes, and even has a few extra-long strings and the like for his dragon to wear. Both of the rider’s ears are pierced, and he has almost as many different things to put in his ears as he does beads.
He has average skin and doesn’t burn, but doesn’t tan much either. A relief, as far as he’s concerned, because if he tanned as well as some people, he’d have to lay around naked to keep himself aesthetically even.
While R’ish is almost reaching his 32 year, his childish antics and overall youthful look makes him appear as though he’d only just stumbled out of his teens…and he has a tendency to say he’s in his lower twenties…
Family:
Father: Darin(Deceased)
Mother: Shua(Deceased)
Younger Sister: Durian
Youngest Sister: Jipper(Deceased)
Pets:
n/a
History: Born in the Harper Hall, Ridsh was quick to show that the home of music was not for him. Although he excelled at string instruments—and will admit that he still loves to play the gitar or harp once and a while—he was happiest on the roof after scurrying away from his parents and scrambling up the walls to his beloved perch. His eyes were always on the clouds, and his favorite things were to watch dragonriders sail by.
But Ridsh grew up in a place many people dreamed of, and his father drilled it in him to be thankful of their home. He was, and taught himself very early on to enjoy even situations that are not one-hundred percent ideal. When little Durian stumbled along, Ridsh became less of a shifty boy, settling down to take care of his stumbling baby sister with eager eyes and an broad smile.
He began to play with even more enthusiasm when he had a bubbly tailgater, and set into his classes as an apprentice with a vigor. It wasn’t long before his talents with the strings became noted even by the masters as unique. He walked the tables on his nineteenth birthday, to the pleasure of his Master and Journeyman parents.
A week before his little sister’s birthday, when he was in his twentieth turn, Ridsh was playing an older tune while his parents sang when a dragonrider entered the hall, selecting Ridsh as a Candidate and whisking him away to a Weyr in the South.
Ridsh’s first Hatching rolled around not long after he was first inducted into the ranks of the Candidates, but while everyother cAndidate in his group—quite a rarity—Impressed, he did not. He was taken to another Hatching a few weeks later, in a different weyr. This time he was successful, and the bustling Pink Gyth bounded into his life.
Happy years flew by with the energetic dragon at his side, but the perfection that had become his life was shattered unexpectedly when the news of his parents’ and baby sister’s deaths reached his ears, and it wasn’t long after that he discovered his other sister was missing, but not dead. Without a word he flew off and began his search, and has been hopping from Weyr to Weyr ever since, taking time to search every nearby Hold and every scrap of land inbetween his duties.
Dalibor Weyr will be his most recent transfer, and is the last place he can look. Praying that against all odds his little sister will be somewhere within the Weyr’s protection, he’s moved here at last, and boy will he be surprised.
Dragon Name: Gyth(pronounced ‘gye’)
Dragon Age: 10 Turns
Dragon Color: Gyth is a very dark, not exceedingly rich, pink color with many light accents along her body, especially noticeable behind her legs, under her chin, under her tail, and around her eyes.
Dragon Length: Fairly average for a Pink, she reaches 23 feet when she stretches
Dragon Personality: Gyth is, for lack of a better word, a busy-body. She loves to be in constant motion, and especially likes to work and do helpful things. She loves to fetch things for people, and has carried terrorfied runner-beasts to and fro for various people that she spots walking by themselves on road while she and R’ish are gliding about.
Gyth has trouble figuring out when is too much, and will go over and beyond to make herself useful. At the same time, however, she loves moments of absolute still, and likes to nap. Her favorite places to be are where there are hoards of people, and will try her hardest to never leave R’ish’s side, going so far as to occasionally stick her head into windows to keep watch on him while he’s hunting through Holds.
She is an oddly good search dragon for a Pink, and has carried many a Candidate who now fly the skies with her. Her crowning achievement—as she says—is the one girl she dragged R’ish through three trees and into a cave a touch too small for both rider and dragon to fit in, to snatch. The girl impressed a small Red, to the thrill of Gyth, who still makes a point to greet them both enthusiastically whenever they’re near the pair’s Weyr.
Dragon Appearance: A pretty gal, Gyth is very well-built, if a tad bit oddly. Her wings are a bit shorter than one would assume, and her overall form is much leaner and tinier than one would originally assume from hearing her length. Her tail is oddly long, however, and is strangely flat along the sides.
She is an incredibly good swimmer, and an even better flier. Her shorter wings allow her to make sharper and more unexpected turns, ad she thrives on scaring the very life out of R’ish by shooting through places dragons really shouldn’t try to squish into.
Dragon History: Gyth was the smallest of her clutch, but was the first to Impress. She wasted no time to stumble over to Hers the moment she’d hatched, careful to avoid her two black siblings who were squabbling away. It was a very small clutch, with only 5 eggs over all, with the twin Blacks—one of which betweened when he couldn’t find His—being the lowest ranked and a lone Blue the highest.
Hers was the oldest there, not that that was a problem, but also the most experienced, and she never had to bother him for food or anything, because he was already on top of it, seeming to recognize it when she got hungry far quicker than she would have thought. Hers was a good oiler too, although he had a lot to learn in other respects. Like swimming! Hers couldn’t swim very well, but she fixed that up right quick!
Okay, so the pretty two-leg with the black hair and the big bossy Iron did, but she helped!
Turns passed merrily as far as she was concerned, and Gyth was one of the first in the air, although she was the last to flame. While flying and swimming came naturally to her, Hers seemed rather convinced she’d never figure out how to chew those rocks. But she did! Ha. Showed Hers. Showed that teacher’s Iron too—he nearly bit his tongue off when she flamed right in his face!
But things changed suddenly when a messenger spoke to Hers about some place that had been burned, and although Hers explained that his family had been killed, accept for his hatchmate, she still couldn’t quite figure out why they had to transfer. She figured it out, however, when R’ish started to take her out to just search and look and look. He wanted to find his sister—she could understand that.
So from Weyr to Weyr they’ve jumped, allowing Gyth to meet and greet almost every dragon in Pern, to her delight. But its coming down to the last Weyr, at least, that’s what Hers says, soe as far as Gyth knows, this is their last stop. Hopefully Hers’s little hatchmate will be there. Gyth knows he’ll be even happier then—and that’s the whole name of the game!
