Post by oki on May 16, 2011 0:27:41 GMT -5
Fekarn
Name: Fekarn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Theft and Dust Possession
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Woodcrafter
Appearance:
He's tall and lean for a nineteen year old male, and easily towers over most other people his age. He's built like a stick with barely any muscle on his frame due to the lack of work that he did in his youth, and any muscle that he does have is rather pitiful to look at. He's got the look of a scholar rather then a fighter and it's hard to see this lanky fellow as any kind of criminal.
Fekarn's deep black hair has been cut close to his scalp, giving him an edgy and rather intimidating look that has served him well in an environment where personal hygiene is never top of the priorities list. He's a prisoner after all and long hair wouldn't work well when you have limited time for washing. He also has very little in the way of facial hair, always possessing little more then a attractive scruff of stubble on his face that he takes meticulous care of. He's hardly the most unique looking of blokes if you happen to get a brief glance at him ... but if you get a good look into his forest green eyes then you might take it all back.
He's handsome in his own right, but he's still clearly got a lot of growing to do before he's considered a man.
Personality:
He's something of a recovering Dust addict, and still has something of a temper due to his continued withdrawals. It's not something that is part of her actual personality, and he doesn't mean to hurt anyone - it's just that his nerves are still a little on edge. Fekarn has promised himself that he'll not return to the dust, but he's finding it hard to keep his previous habit under control and it's yet to be seen if he'll be able to keep himself of the dust.
Fekarn is very bold, which is hardly a surprise considering his life as a thief. You've got to have balls to sneak into someone's home, steal their glass jewelry, and give it to your mother as a 'gift'. Especially as he was only a child at the time! This boldness has only grown as he has aged, and it's clear that he'll be a rather good dragonrider - if his behavior is good enough to allow him to stand when the time comes. He's adamant that this will come to pass, and he's making sure to do everything to rehabilitate himself and detoxify himself of dust ... after all he's a rather hopeful fellow that believes that there is now more to life then committing crime.
He's a flirt if there ever was one, and he goes out of his way to work his charm on the female guards and prisoners alike! Beggars can't be choosers, and he's not one to pick and choose when it comes to women. This is especially the case if he thinks that his flirting will allow him to earn a few favors and treats from the female guards!
History:
Zekarn was a child born as a result of a blue rider taking his mother between the sheets due to the effects of flight lust. It was something that ruined the budding relationship she was forming with Ista's holder, and she always blamed the child for that even though he was innocent of actually doing anything. He never knew any love from her, and grew up without any rules nor guidelines ... in fact his mother allowed him to pretty much do whatever he pleased and it wasn't long before he turned to crime to garner her attention. He would steal all manner of glass ware jewelry to give to her to earn her love, and would ultimately get her into trouble whenever the item's actual owner found their prized possession upon his mother's body.
His mother however never punished him for his crimes, and in fact did everything she could to deny that she had any relation to him. She would often tell people that he was the child of her deceased sister, and that him stealing things was a result of grief for his mother. Most of the hold folk accepted the lie, and others accepted it just because they didn't want to cause any problems in a hold where things where generally quiet enough. However there was one thing that would ultimately push the delicate peace that he and his mother had in the hold, and that thing was Dust.
Fekarn got into Dust at the tender age of eleven, and within a few years he had weaseled his way into the local black market to feed his growing addiction. He went to hide his habit from his mother, and while that was a success he wasn't able to hide it from the weyr! It would take only two years before he was caught possessing Dust by Ista's law enforcement and he was taken in to jail, and there he remained as his mother closed off all ties with her criminal son. He was an embarrassment to her name and she didn't want to be associated with a law breaker any longer.
Fekarn was one of a number of prisoners that was transferred as soon as warden's weyr allowed transfers, and he's been there ever since. He's been trying to change his ways with some success, and he's hopeful that he will find a life as a woodcrafter as long as he makes sure that he toes the line.
Gyaath
Name: Gyaath
Art Type: Native Northwestern tribal art.
Hex Code: 661100
Appearance:
Small. Greboth is a little guy for a brown, all too long limbs and scrawny body. He'll grow into himself eventually, but he'll always be small. About the size of a large blue. He's a quick creature, on the ground and in the air, with a rather unique talent for swimming. Given the choice, he'll likely spend as much time in the water as in the air.
Greboth's hide is made up of great blocks of color. Some of him is a pale tan, while other spots are a dark, reddish-brown. The colors don't fade together or blend, but stand out against each other, creating a striking sort of contrast. His face is mostly dark, with one eye spashed tan, giving him an almost comical look.
Personality:
Semith may not be able to tell you the name of her dam, but Gyaath will know. Lineage is important to him and if it takes him pestering his rider for hours, he will be able to trace both his dam's and his sire's lines back as far as records allow. It's not just about bloodlines, though. It's about family and what goes into being a family. Just as his past is important to him, Gyaath has an unusually strong attachment to his clutchmates, even those he's lost to the Outlaws. He feels that loss keenly and desperately wishes the clutch to be united into one group again. Divided, they are weakened.
As important as his siblings are to Gyaath, he has a difficult time expressing it in a way that's understood. He's a serious dragon, devoted to the good of the Weyr as a whole. He tends to take a paternal tone when addressing other dragons, even his elders. He's not impolite. He's simply an old man before his time. And he's always got a 'suggestion' to offer, some gentle yet firm correction on how to behave more properly or fly more swiftly. For his part, he takes criticism extremely well and works hard to be as good a dragon as he expects of others.
Generosity is one of Gyaath's defining qualities. If he kills a herdbeast and another dragon happens by, he will offer up half. If another dragon admires his riding straps, he will happily surrender them to the admirer. Even his poor riders time is not their own. If Gyaath's being oiled, he'll offer his rider's services to anyone nearby that needs an oiling. Yet, Gyaath expects others to be as generous as he is, and other dragons should be prepared to be scolded for rudeness if they're not as open with their time and their things as he is.
The whole of the Weyr is Gyaath's family but his rider is its heart. He isn't possessive, unlike some dragons (those dragons can expect a talking to) but he is very involved in their life. He has something to say about their friends, let alone their lovers. He has opinions about what they're having for breakfast (it better be healthy). He has something to say about their sleeping habits (early to bed and early to rise!). They're depressed? Gyaath will fix it, never fear. Depression isn't productive. Yep, Gyaath's rider needn't worry about anything because they've got their very own babysitter hovering over their every move.
Why Me?
Gyaath required someone who could stand up to him. Anyone with a passive personality would be quickly dominated by such an outspoken brown. In Fekarn, he found a man who was capable of holding his own, but one who also needed guidance. It's in Gyaath's nature to try and help, and Fekarn still needs help fighting dust addiction and the impulse to steal. Gyaath is strong enough to keep those urges under control should Fekarn need him to help, and stubborn enough to sit on his face should the situation demand it.
